#sorry for the lower quality on these btw I don’t have these drawings on hand

[chloesimaginationthings]

i love you and your art sm!!!! have you ever drawn any genderbent jojo characters? stay safe and healthy pookums 😘

I have! But it’s been awhile, here’s fem Jonathan and Dio

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Could’ve Been (Rafael x MC)

Title Inspo: Could’ve Been - H.E.R feat. Bryson Tiller

Summary: Casey realizes that letting go of a relationship is harder than she thought

A/N: 1) Me? Writing an Open Heart fic that isn’t about Ethan? Shocking. 2) This would’ve been up much sooner had I not started watching Real Housewives (quality hour of television, btw) and gossiping with my mom.

Tags: @drakewalker04 @canknot @akacalliope @senseofduties @badchoicesposts @ermidc @thatysn @paulfwesley @zodiacsign1 @choices-lurker

~v~

The rest of the city is calm, despite how she feels. Casey Valentine is exhausted. She just got off of a 36 hour shift at the hospital, most of her body feels like dead weight, and she wants so badly to go to sleep, but her brain refuses to shut off.

She rolls over, nearly colliding with Rafael. Her boyfriend is sound asleep, and she'd be envious if she wasn’t so content with the image of him. She’s never said it about a guy before, but Rafael is so attractive, he borders on angelic at times. His smooth brown skin is illuminated by moonlight, his long eyelashes curl along the apples of his cheeks, his lips are slightly parted, and she can hear his tiny breaths pass through as he breaths, the muscles in his arms and legs are loose and relaxed. Her eyes travel the planes of his body, loosely covered by her sheets, leaving little to the imagination.

Casey sits up in bed, ignoring the sheet as it falls from her body, and simply stares at Rafael. Moments like this, moments of stillness and tranquility are so hard to come by considering their hectic jobs and lives, and now that she’s stumbled into one, she doesn’t want it to go to waste.

Unconsciously, her fingertips reach out to touch the few strands of hair that are dangling in front of his face, and she gently grazes his forehead in the process.

He whimpers slightly at the contact and Casey freezes, hoping he doesn’t stir any further. It doesn’t work, as Rafael’s eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the world of consciousness. After a few dazed moments, his eyes settle on Casey and a smile forms on his face.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You can wake me up anytime.”

“No, you were sleeping so peacefully. Trust me, I know how hard good sleep is to come by.”

“I can fall asleep again,” Rafael says, his voice still hoarse and thick.

“No need to brag about it, Superman,” Casey teases.

Rafael chuckles softly at the nickname. He rolls over and wraps an arm around his girlfriend’s waist and pulls her in closer to him. She revels in his warmth. He was always her personal heater, his body running warmer than she’s used to with other people.

“Why are you up, my little insomniac?” Rafael asks, running a hand through Casey’s hair. Craning his head slightly, he sees the time on the alarm clock. 2:18 AM.

“I can’t sleep.”

“What’s up? Is work okay? Is sad or outlandish cases plaguing your dreams?”

“No. I’m actually on a winning streak at work.”

She can’t put her finger on it, but she can’t shake the anxiousness building in the pit of her stomach. There’s no justification for the feeling, and that’s the annoying part.

“Do you think you’re nervous about officially joining the diagnostics team?”

While she still had a few more months left in her intern year, it’d be over before she knew it.

“Maybe.”

“Well whatever it is, I hope it goes away soon,” Rafael continues.

“Me too. But in the meantime, you need to get back to sleep. What time do you need to be up for your shift?”

“7:30,” he answers. His fingers find her back and he strokes the soft skin along her spine. Casey shivers at the contact and moves closer to him, as if that’s even possible. She swings her leg over his, the heel of her foot coming in contact with his calf, as if she wants to test out just how intertwined they can be.

Maybe it’s her nervous energy, maybe it’s because she’s bone tired and wants to be cuddled like a spoiled toddler, or maybe it’s a combination of both, but the urge to cling to Rafael is overwhelming. Not necessarily sexually—though she’ll never not have sex with him if that’s what it turned into—but she craves the intimacy of his touch, the warmth of his body, his scent, all of him.

The pad of her thumb touches his jaw, drawing lazy circles. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re beautiful.”

“No one has ever called me beautiful before,” Rafael admits, and Casey can see a scarlet blush creeping onto his skin at the compliment.

“Well you are. I’m going to start saying it more.”

“I like it,” Rafael murmurs before capturing her lips in a kiss. She parts her lips, a silent invitation for him to deepen it, which he happily accepts. She hums in appreciation as his tongue finds purchase in her mouth, pushing, exploring, and his hands, simultaneously rough and gentle, finally settle at her side.

Her heart speeds up, and for a second there, she’s sure it stops beating altogether. Being with Rafael might be something she never fully gets used to. No matter how familiar he is, her body and mind still react like he’s something so pure and so rare.

After a while, he finally breaks the kiss, and she’s buzzing, dizzy and delirious, like she’s drunk on him. She doesn’t know how he has this effect on her, but she doesn’t mind.

After what feels like forever, Casey breaks the kiss and pulls back. They lock eyes and she’s pulled in, his brown orbs reminiscent of dark chocolate.

It’s in this moment that Casey Valentine realizes she’s stupidly and irrevocably in love with Rafael Aveiro. It’s all consuming and burns her from the deepest parts of her core, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The confidence and security that comes with the realization tears at her defenses, lowering her guard. Whatever anxiousness she felt earlier dissipates as time ticks on. She doesn’t have time for that, not when she’s in the arms of the man she loves.

She must have a crazy look on her face, because Rafael gently squeezes her. “You okay? Why are you staring at me like that?”

The three words are on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows them. Instead, Casey kisses him once more. “Again, just admiring.” She yawns. “Let’s go to bed.”

“You think you’ll be able to go to sleep now?”

She nods and smiles giddily at him. “Positive.”

~v~

Casey startles herself awake, a cold sweat covering her skin. She pants, a hand flying to her chest to calm her beating heart.

“Raf, I–”

The words die on her tongue as she realizes that she’s in bed alone.

It comes flooding back to her. Sora came waltzing back into town, and Rafael broke up with her, saying he needed to see if there was still something there. She scoffs. Because stupid high school girlfriends still carry that much weight in your late 20s.

The memories cut Casey like a million tiny razor blades, piercing her skin and exposing her to the harshness of the real world. A chill settles in her bones, and she wraps herself in her thick comforter. It’s not enough, and it doesn’t compare to Rafael’s embrace in the slightest.

She’s done a decent job of compartmentalizing. She’s curt with him at work, she avoids group interaction, she got rid of all of his clothes shoved deep in her closet and her drawers. She doesn’t allow herself to think of Rafael.

And her stupid subconscious ruined it.

Now that the floodgates are open, he’s all she can think about. Where is he now? How are his grandparents doing? Do they like Sora? Do he and Sora pillow talk in the middle of the night, sharing secrets and talking about their days? Does he let her wake him up at all hours?

She should’ve told him she loved—loves, it’s still very much present tense—that night. If he knew how she felt, maybe they’d still be together. She should’ve had sex with him that night, if she knew it was going to be their last one together. She wouldn’t have done laundry and changed her sheets the next day because right at this moment, she’d do anything to smell him on her sheets again. Maybe that’s why she was so on edge: her intuition knew the breakup was coming, but the rest of her was blissfully unaware.

Casey allows the facade to drop, and the regret and ‘should’ve/could’ve/would’ve’s’ invade her brain for a minute. Up until now, she’s refused this, the mourning for her relationship with Rafael, because she knew she’d break.

Tears fall from her eyes quicker than she can blink them away. She doesn’t want to cry. She isn’t ready to open up that gaping wound the size of Texas that’s in the center of her chest because of this.

Before she can stop herself, she rolls over and grabs her cell phone, unplugging it from the charger. It’s incredibly late at night/early in the morning, but Casey doesn’t dwell on the time. Instead she scrolls through her contacts until she finds his name. There are no cutesy nicknames, no string of emojis, just a simple R. Aveiro.

Her thumb hovers above the screen for a long time, long enough for the doubt to settle in. She’s making a mistake, right? No one in their right mind is pathetic enough to call their ex in the middle of the night, especially sober.

Deciding she has nothing else to lose, Casey says fuck it, and calls anyway.

It takes 3 rings for Rafael to answer.

“Hello?”

Her breath catches upon hearing his voice. She just woke him up with this call, she can tell by the sound of his voice. Sleepy Rafael is easily one of her favorites.

She’s so caught up, it’s easy to forget that he’s still on the line and she hasn’t said a word.

“Hello? Casey, is that you?”

Casey counts silently in her head before nodding. “It’s me.”

“It’s almost 4 AM,” Rafael says.

Her cheeks burn at the statement. The embarrassment that she dismissed a few short minutes ago is present and in full force now.

“Is everyone okay?”

She misses when they were able to talk late at night with no pretense. There didn’t need to be an emergency with their friends. They were just Rafael and Casey.

“Y-yeah, everyone is okay,” she answers.

“Are you okay?”

No, she thinks. “I’m great.” Fucking liar.

“Okay.” 

There’s an awkward pause on the line, and Rafael yawns. He sighs heavily and she can feel it in her bones that he’s about to hang up on her. 

“I’m sorry for calling,” she starts, “I just...I don’t know, I guess I just missed hearing your voice.”

“And I’m sorry for unloading this all on you right now,” Casey continues. “But if I didn’t talk to you, I’d probably have a panic attack.”

“It’s fine, Case. I’m still your friend, you can wake me up anytime.”

Those are the same words he said to her during their last sleepover, and this time, she doesn’t try to fight the tears falling from her eyes. Maybe he said it on purpose, maybe it’s a sign from the universe that things will eventually be okay, or maybe it means absolutely nothing. Whatever the case, it sends her into a tailspin.

She wants to scream at him for being so dense. That's not good enough, it’ll never be good enough. She doesn’t want to be his fucking friend, she wants to be with him. She wants to fall asleep in his embrace, and wake up next to him. She wants things to go back to the way they were.

Her throat constricts and aches at the effort she’s putting into not sobbing into the speaker.

“Are you still there, Casey?” Rafael asks, concern laced through his voice.

“I’m still here.” If he hears her voice crack, he doesn’t bring notice to it, and she’s glad. “Again, sorry for bothering you. I have the early morning shift at work, so I should really get to bed.”

“Oh, of course.”

She’s caught in an awkward limbo of wanting to get off the phone as soon as possible, as if to save herself from anymore humiliation, but at the same time, she’s afraid to hang up on him. 

“Can you be the one to hang up?” She pleads. “I can’t bring myself to do it.”

Rafael swallows thickly on the other line. “Sure thing. Goodnight, Casey.”

“Goodbye, Rafael.” The finality of the words is staggering, and she’s shocked she actually managed to spit them out. She sniffles quietly.

But he doesn’t rush to end the phone call. Time drags on for a while and they both sit in comfortable silence. It becomes apparent that Casey isn’t the only one having a hard time letting go, and the fact brings her a tiny slice of solace.

But like all good things, the moment comes to an end. Saying goodnight once more, Rafael hangs up and the call ends with a resounding click.

And just like that, it’s over.

Whoever came up with the concept of closure is full of shit, because now Casey feels worse than she did before.

[auk-blogs]

Shitty things that happened when I last went inpatient

At the CSU, I was denied access to my fidget toys (I am autistic AND ADHD) even though I specifically picked out ones that couldn't possibly be harmful - a stuffed animal, a Tangle, a glitter tube, etc.

Every time I tried to inform the nurses at the nurse's station that I was feeling extremely anxious, IF I got their attention at all they would just tell me that "there's colouring pages and puzzles in the dayroom" like. No?? I actually wanted some kind of medication mayhaps a sedative because I was going fucking NUTS

I was denied my ADHD pill, Vyvanse, because and I quote directly, I wasn't "working or studying or anything." No. That's not how it works. I needed that pill in order to think in a coherent manner for more than 2 seconds.

Actually the denial of my Vyvanse might be why I was so goddamn anxious? YOU try not getting anxious when your thoughts are all over the place and just keep getting faster and faster.

The other patients kept playing horribly bloody, violent, and graphic movies. Like WHY do you even HAVE a DVD that has a scene where a pirate has to do abdominal surgery on himself with no anaesthetic?? That's just. That's just pure Trigger(TM) on a shiny DVD.

There was this ONE FUCKING PATIENT. Cheri. I will hate Cheri until the day I die. She managed to always get ahead of me in her wheelchair and she would sit and simper with her watery eyes and her wobbling lip and her wringing hands and this horrible look in her eyes... The nurses always paid more attention to Cheri than me even though I was fucking articulating that HEY I NEED HELP FOR (X) THING and Cheri refused to speak.

Sweater Guy turned my room's light off in the middle of the night. I was insomniac and reading. And also the only patient in my room. Sure it's not a crime or anything but it's really fucking annoying. I wasn't bothering anyone, why not just let me read my book in peace?

For a while the only time I saw the therapist was as she was speedwalking down the hallway to leave for the day every evening. She wouldn't even make eye contact with me.

It wasn't until I finally snapped and told them that I had figured out at least 3 ways to attempt aliven't on that ward that they finally realised that yes, I DID NEED SOME ACTUAL FUCKING HELP.

The CSU led me to believe that the next place I was going to was going to be a long term facility. I took that to mean at least a month if not more. I was ready to finally get some serious help that I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET SINCE THE END OF 2016.

The CSU had a max stay of about 3 days, btw.

Well I got to Peninsula and it turns out that "long term facility" means 5 to 7 day stay. So... Not what I was led to believe.

I was strip searched, I believe is the term. Yes, I was forced to strip pretty much naked to confirm that I wasn't bringing any contraband on my person (despite me checking in voluntarily).

Like I've related before, I was "relieved of" my comfort items - my hardcover journal, some books, and my drawings. The journal and drawings in particular had content I wanted to share with the therapist(s) at Pinensula and I never got to.

When I got anxious about not having my journal/comfort item back, the staff were very apathetic to my literal BEGGING and just basically told me to suck it up and deal with it.

For some reason hardcover books were contraband?? Like what was I gon do, give someone a whack on the head? Anyway they offered me a composition book BUT IT WASN'T MYYYY JOURNAL and as any autistic knows one cannot simply replace a comfort item with a lower quality replacement.

When I, AUK, got too anxious and overwhelmed to deal anymore - Lizzie took over and threw a massive fit. We don't think we got chemically sedated, but we did get hoodwinked into going to a more "secure" ward and then when Lizzie was still pissed off, they manhandled us into a "blank room."

In the new ward, I was relieved of my clothes, my slippers, and pretty much what was left of my dignity. I was made to wear paper scrubs instead of proper clothes.

If I wanted to use the toilet or shower, a nurse would sit at the door with it propped open watching every move I made. No privacy. I eventually only used the bathroom once every morning and only showered once while I was at that ward.

The medication lady (unsure of her status - nurse? Doctor? Idk) refused to keep weaning me off my Lexapro and instead yanked me off it entirely. I'd been on Lexapro for a good while and uh. Ever hear of SSRI withdrawal? It is HORRIBLE. I still think she was totally unprofessional about that and should have fucking known better.

I am overly sensitive to sound and nobody would turn the fucking radio off. (All it played was Christmas music, too. *shudder*)

When I asked for more food, I never got it. I was so freaking hungry by the time I was released.

I'm pretty sure that the coffee was decaf because I got out into the world again and suddenly couldn't handle even half-caf. That means that the nurses were openly lying about the caffeine content - they repeatedly said it was full caffeine coffee.

There were supposed to be groups on that unit but like ...none ever happened? It was like the staff were so busy doing stuff that I couldn't see, that they didn't have time to do their jobs with the patients.

Did I mention that the manhandling left bruises? On my upper arms and also my right buttock from where the men forced me to sit down with all 200 lbs of me onto a concrete floor. Ouchies.

On my discharge notes, somebody wrote a note telling me to stop taking my birth control (which I take to regulate horribly heavy and long periods, not because I am sexually active). The discontinuation of the birth control was never verbalised to me. Never. Not once. There wasn't even an explanation in the note either.

Pinensula put me on what they said was an anti anxiety script but I looked it up and it's actually an antipsychotic. So if you go tell someone that you're anxious, you're psychotic? Like. What? (I understand medications can be used for more than one purpose. But I've been consistently prescribed meds that don't match with my self reported symptoms, and even meds that aren't MEANT to be used for the purpose they were prescribed to me for.)

I got so overstimulated while on the unit that I begged for earplugs. They didn't help at all, even when I combined them with a pillow over my head too. And then they went and turned the radio LOUDER.

(Although not relevant to me, there was this one patient who went ballistic over a hair being on her unpeeled orange ... She had been fiddling with her hair right before eating and she was the only one with that hair texture and colour on the unit... Yeah she threw a fit because she got one of her hairs on her unpeeled orange. Sigh.)

Did I mention that both the CSU and Peninsula are mostly for detoxing people? They just throw detoxing addicts and people who are having purely mental health problems in together. It is a bad system, because people like me who just need mental health support are often triggered by the detoxing addicts, and we get ignored by staff because the detoxing addicts are a higher priority I guess? They're certainly more dramatic.

My mum later told me that she was told that I was likely to be released early because I was "cooperative." Of fucking course I'm cooperative you absolute nitwits, I checked in voluntarily because I've been suicidal for like 16 years and I want some fuckin HELP

My mum tried to bring me a small stuffed dragon as a birthday present (yes, I was inpatient on my birthday). The stuffed toy was not allowed through because it was contraband. FUCKING HOW IS A LITTLE PLUSH DRAGON CONTRABAND? Mum articulated her distress as somethinf like "I just wanted to bring my autistic spawn something stimmy on their birthday" like fucking hell man, don't ever go inpatient if you are neurodivergent because they sure as hell won't allow you to have any coping mechanisms that aren't staying quiet, staring at nothing, and using dried up markers on a badly designed colouring page.

Anyway sorry this got so long. There's probably even more stuff that I forgot about.

Storal of the mory is don't go inpatient in Southeastern Tennessee, kids. You might be fucked up now but they will definitely fuck you up worse.

[uta-no-knb]

hellooooo!!! i saw you open the ask box sooo... i was wondering... may i ask for a fluff where akashi as a vampire... a sadistic one (more like ayato from diabolik lover ahhhh... >_

First off….I”M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT!! I will say that I’m not really good with sadistic stuff but I”m going to give it all a try.

I saw diabolik lover, but stopped half-way through because I got bored a bit XD (I think season 2)…but I’m going to start because Tatsuhisa Suzuki is in season 2!

Anyway, I kinda made this….kinda like Diabolik Lovers-where the GoM are all vampire brothers (with the exception of Kise)..so just for shits and giggles, here is who I believe the GoM would be from the Sakamaki family Diabolik Lovers (a brief description, bound to change…Kise is definitely not Kanato, )

Sakamaki Ayato - AkashiSakamaki Laito - Aomine (perverts)Sakamaki Shu - Murasakibara (They’re both lazy)Sakamaki Subaru - KurokoSakamaki Reiji - MidorimaSakamaki Kanato- Kise

I personally find that Akashi is a combination of some of the brothers-but that is a headcanon for a different day-if anyone wants to ask about which diabolik lovers represent characters from KnB, ask away in a separate request (kinda like how I did the Inside Out headcanons.)

ONWARD WITH THE REQUEST (I gave Akashi partially the same personality as Ayato btw…..) I may or may not  be watching Diabolik Lovers as I write this XD

1 pm; Location: Mansion

“Um…..Sei-chan?” you asked as you walked into the kitchen to find your boyfriend currently eating. “What are you doing?”

Akashi looked up, his yellow eyes connecting with your (e/c) ones. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he mumbled, his mouth full of food. “I’m eating, stupid.”

You just arched an eyebrow and sat across from him, resting your head in the palm of your hand. “Takoyaki again? Seriously, what is so great about that stuff?”

“It’s crisp on the outside and soft on the inside which is how I like it.”

“I see…”

“What is on our mind,” he questioned, which surprised you. “Don’t bother lying, (F/N). I know something is bothering you.”

You merely sighed and, with your head still propped on your hand, you turned away from the red-headed male. “It’s just…were you serious when you said you wanted to date me?”

“Of course, love,” he said, continuing to eat his food.

“Then why does it seem that it is all a joke to you?”

He paused and placed his fork down. “Come again?”

You could feel the anger that you’ve kept bottled up these past few weeks start to bubble deep inside you. Despite the fact that he’s a vampire, you’re deeply and madly in love with him. However, you can’t stand the way he’s been treating you lately.

“Haven’t you been feeling lonely at all these past few weeks?”

“I have my work to keep me company, (F/N), you know this-”

You tuned out your boyfriend after hearing those words come out of his mouth. He prefers his work…over me?

“Of course I fucking know that, Bakashi!” you snapped, abruptly standing up, the legs of your chair scraping loudly across the floor. This action alone caused the male in front of you to flinch backwards in shock.

“(F/N), calm down -”

“I will not calm down Akashi!” with your head lowered, your hands were clenched into fists. You were trying so hard to hold in the tears, to prevent your voice from cracking. “I fucking hate you, Akashi Seijuro!” you yelled, turning on your heel as you ran out of the kitchen, the tears finally flowing freely. “I wish I’ve never fallen in love with you!”

Akashi just stared at the spot where you just were, his brain trying to comprehend what happened a few seconds ago.

“Why was (F/N)-chii crying, Akashi-chii?’ Kise asked entering the kitchen.

“Hell if I know, Ryouta.”

“It’s because you’ve been neglecting her, Akashi-kun.”

Startled by the mystery voice, Kise jumped and let out a scream while Akashi just flinched.

“Kuroko-chii! You almost gave me a heartattack,” Kise whined, looking at the shorter male behind him. “You have to stop doing that.”

“I’ve been here the whole time, its not my fault you didn’t notice me, Kise-kun,” he shrugged, before turning his gaze to the red-head in front of him.

“Neglecting her?”

“When was the last time you and F/N)-chii went on a date?”

“That was-”

“When was the last time you two spent quality alone time together?”

“We did-”

“When was the last time-”

“Will you two let me answer?!” he exclaimed, finally standing up and slamming his own hands down on the table.

Both Kuroko and Kise shut their lips, waiting for the redhead to answer.

W-when was the last time we went on a date? he asked himself, trying desperately to remember.

“You don’t remember, do you, Akashi-kun?”

Akashi looked up at his brothers. “I guess it has been a while-”

“We understand that you’re the head of the family and that dad is putting a lot of pressure on you, but even you have to remember that you need breaks. And besides, we can all see that you really love (F/N)-chan.”

“Even if you do act like a sadistic bastard around her.”

Turning around they saw Aomine leaning against the door frame.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Ao-”

In a flash, Aomine found himself pinned against the wall-Akashi’s heterochromatic eyes staring deep into his. “You dare say that again, Daiki?”

“You heard me Akashi,” was the reply he got.

“Injuring Aomine-kun won’t help your situation with (F/N)-chan, Akashi-kun,” Kuroko jumped in, stopping Akashi from most likely doing something stupid.

“Tch.” Akashi released his hold on Aomine’s shirt and backed away.

“Go find her, Akashi-chii, and set things right.”

“Shut up, Ryouta,” he growled and stormed out of the kitchen.

“Thanks for saving my ass, Tetsu-”

“Aomine-kun. If I wasn’t worried about having to clean up blood from the kitchen again, I would’ve let him kill you.”

“TETSU!”

~~~~~

“(F/N), let me i-”

“Fuck off Bakashi!”

Despite your protest, Akashi entered your room, which startled you.

“What the hell Akashi! What if I had been changing?” you exclaimed, as you sat up from your previous position, wiping away the tears that were on your eyes.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he smirked.

“HENTAI!” you exclaimed, as you threw a pillow at him, which he only dodged. “What the fuck do you want?” You sat full up on your bed, with your legs crossed.

With a sigh, he too sat down next to you and looked you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“…Eh?” You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Did the great Akashi actually apologize? That’s a first.”

“I’m serious.” His eyes narrowed and his voice held no sign of enjoyment. “You were right; I do neglect you and for that I’m sorry. I know I said things I shouldn’t have said, and I regret those words.” He moved one of his hands to hold one of your own, his other hand gently placed on your cheek. “(F/N), I really do love you. I get so caught up in my work that I forget that you have needs as well. Please, forgive me, pancake.”

You could feel your eyes shaking as his stared into yours. However, the moment he called you the nickname that you absolutely hate, you frowned. “Cut the bullshit Akashi. You’re not here to really apologize. You just want my bloo-”

In an instant, you found a silver knife in your hand, the tip of the knife placed right over Akashi’s heart; his hand placed over your clenched fist.

“You think I’m joking?” he asked, as he pressed the tip of the knife closer to his skin, actually drawing some blood. “You do realize that vampires show their love by killing each other right? Kill me.”

His voice held no tremor, his eyes held no fear. He was serious.

“I fucking love you, (F/N).” His voice cracked and you could see he was holding back tears. “I don’t ever want to lose you-especially to my idiotic brothers.”

Instantly, you yanked your hand out of his grip, the knife accidentally cutting his hand in the process. “I won’t kill you, Akashi.” You tossed the knife on the floor and cupped his cheek. “It’s true, I do get lonely, which is why I spend so much time with your brothers. They make me feel like I truly am loved-and that I’m not just here as your livestock. I understand your workload, but I hate being ignored. Instead of playing shoji, lets do stuff together like a couple would. I love you so much Akashi-I just worry about you.”

Akashi just smiled and brought you in for a kiss. It started sweet, but then intensified as he kissed you deeper. You suddenly found yourself flat on your back, Akashi hovering above you.

He brought his head lower and closer to yours; you braced yourself for another feverish kiss, only to yelp when he dug his fangs into your neck. “What the hell Akashi?!”

“You’re mine, (F/N),” he growled, staring into your eyes. “I will mark you up; scar your body to let my brothers know who you belong too.” He bit into your neck again, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

You, (L/N) (F/N), was deeply in love with a sadistic, pain in the ass vampire…

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

ARgh! I’m horrible at sadistic stuff. I tried I”m sorry!!!!!! - =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ

Again, thank you for your patience with this-I’m forever grateful! :D

Fun fact: Ayato’s voice actor, Midorikawa Hikaru also voices Ootori Eiichi in Uta no Prince Sama and Seto freaking Kaiba in Yu-Gi-Oh!