Bandages (Yanderes X Reader)

Snitch

The film is some action movie, with lots of car chases and gun fights. You intensely focus on the screen, while rapidly running thoughts through your head. The slight friendly moves Ren had been making exactly matched up to Lilren's honey pot tactics. Lilren once told you exactly how he lured people in. He was actually trying to subtly tell you that he wasn't doing that to you, but you simply gathered it as information.

If Ren is a honey pot, why would he be going for you? You chew on your nails, not noticing Rémi inching closer to where you were sitting on the ground. Your knees lightly touch, and you jump slightly, before glancing apologetically at Rémi. Rémi just smiles and hesitatingly leans on your shoulder. You pet his fluffy white locks, before putting your hand back down.

Rémi grins like an idiot, in pure bliss. Ren on the other hand, is boiling in regret and anger. God, if I didn't slip up, could I have my head on her shoulder? His comment obviously scared you. Did you have relationship issues while he was overseas? It has been twelve years after all. He felt like ripping the white haired male's hair out, then his own. Out of the corner of his eye, Ren keeps you in his vision for the entire movie.

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The itching feeling remained with you long after you left Remi's house. You had walked home, despite Remi offering to walk you home. You just needed to clear your head, and try to put some thoughts together. You hum, and grab your phone. This situation would be best to ask Lilren about, rather than Alexandre.

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Lilren pulls his hands away from the woman who he was caressing, glancing at his phone. The girl whines in disapproval, drawing closer to him. Lilren's eyes light up when he sees your name. His heart is racing as he clicks on the answer button. "Hey..." he says, his skin itching to hear your voice. "Hey Lil, I need your help." you say, disregarding his affectionate tone. "When are you free?"

"Now. Just gi-" Lilren says.

"Babe, who is that?" the beautiful girl below Lilren says, her emerald eyes shining.

"Oh shit, I'm interrupting!" you realize, your stomach clenching in an unknown feeling. You hang up, and squeeze your eyes shut. It was stupid anyways, you can find out in other ways.

Lilren looks at the 'call ended' signal on his device, his feature completely blank and cold. His pupils are shrunk, and his irises slightly shake.

"What the hell." he mutters, squeezing the phone like a stress ball.

"What did you say?" the ginger below him says, sitting up slightly, her eyes full of genuine concern. "I couldn't understand."

He snaps his head down, meeting her gaze with terrifying speed. His lip twitches ever so slightly before he relaxes like a marionette's snapped strings.

"Oh just work hun." he says smoothly, sweeping his thumb over her cheek. They gaze into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much, don't overwork yourself." she says, pulling Lilren to lay beside her. The silver haired male cradles the ginger, resting his face in her neck.

"You too, sweetest." His face nuzzled in the woman's neck, yet his features void of emotion. His eyes flick to the drawer holding the pill that he will eventually slip the stunning girl. He absolutely cannot lose composure, he reminds himself, so he rips his gaze from the handle and back into the girl's eyes.

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 After talking to Lilren, everything made sense now. Ren didn't like you, he was merely using you because you were a reach into Chatan territory. You couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. You had become friends with someone outside of the filthy world of the mafia, once. You step into a puddle, soaking your shoe and shaking you from your thoughts. Hell, at least you still had Rémi. You laugh silently at the idea of the cute albino being in the mafia. 

Turning the corner, you see a familiar mop of blonde hair. Wildes is slumped against the wall, unmoving. You bite your lip, and walk over. Maybe you could get even more on his good side, now that you know he works with Fuhashi. You kneel in front of him, and tap his shoulder. Battered and bruised, he raises his face to look at you.

"Shit, what happened?" you click your tongue, all previous underlying intentions disappearing. You lift his chin to fully see his wounds, unknowingly setting his heart fluttering.

"What are you doing in the rain?"  he slurs, trying to focus on your features.

"Just walking, let's get you cleaned up."  you say, huffing as you fireman carry the blonde male. "Geez you're heavy," you joke, trucking down the street. The blonde male peers at your features, even though his face is upside down. He giggles deliriously.

You open the door to your apartment clumsily. Unceremoniously, you dump Edmund on the dingy couch and close the door. After wetting a wash cloth, you begin wiping up the blood. "Well Wildes, if you are this bad beat, I might've taken you on that offer,"you chuckle, referring to the fight you never got around to.

" Edmund"  he mutters. You raise your brows, confused. "Call me Edmund." he says, averting his eyes.

 "Well then, Edmund, call me y/n " Edmund's chest tightens as you tend to his wounds, in such close proximity to his face. His emerald eyes flicker down to your lips every now and then. Maybe he is just delirious but he really wants to capture your mouth with his. He leans forward, but you retract to go get bandages. He kisses air, and goes a bright red. 

"So, Edmund," you begin, coming back with a box of gauze and antibiotic creams. "What happened." 

"Some guys were talking shit about Fuhashi." he shrugs, glad his face is discolored with bruises so you can't see his blush. He leaves out the fact that they were speculating that you and Ren were together. You nod, and you come to the conclusion that Wildes must be his rep-guard. You gently finish patching him up, and lean back to admire your work. You used to do this a lot with Lilren before he became as smooth as he is now. And admittedly on yourself at your old school. Edmund touches the bandages, "You seem to do this alot," he comments.

"Oh, not really." you reply, putting the box back. "Do you need help getting back to your place?" You really didn't want an outside mafia member with you overnight. 

"No, its alright." he says quickly. He stands up, very sorely and slowly. You purse your lips. He was in no state to walk so far. And of course you can't go to the police. You push his broad shoulders down, forcing him back on the couch. 

A million thoughts cross Edmund's mind before you state, "Never mind, you are staying here. Take off your shoes." You mentally sigh. Seems like you aren't sleeping tonight.