#*Joy's voice* Do you ever look at someone and wonder what is gOiNg ON inside their hEAD-

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Teenage Dirtbag XV

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, mentions of violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, semi public sex,  jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

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“Mother, please…”

Your parents and Rafe found your exasperation amusing, your back vibrating from the feel of his soft chuckle as you leaned against him. The blond wrapped his arms around you as your mother quietly pleaded for ‘just one more’. Your father wasn’t on your side on today of all days, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“You know how she gets,” he told you. “Let her have this.”

“It’s just Midsummers,” you said to them. “We do this every year.”

You tried not to let your unenthusiastic thoughts slip through too much, but where there was once a time you loved Midsummers, you mostly just wanted to get the night over with now. It still brought you joy—this you wouldn’t deny—but it wasn’t the same as it used to be. You used to look forward to it, and while you enjoyed getting dolled up and seeing your parents’ friends as they asked about you, you didn’t enjoy smiling in everyone’s faces and gushing over how happy you were with Rafe.

You looked forward to the food and drinks and floating around in a beautiful dress, but you didn’t look forward to Rafe’s hand on your waist all night. You didn’t look forward to laughing along as countless people wondered when Rafe planned on popping the question. You didn’t look forward to posing for countless pictures.

…as you were currently doing.

���Mother,” you sighed.

“You should be used to this by now,” she softly laughed. “…and grateful because I’m going to be far worse than you could ever imagine on your wedding day.”

Your stomach twisted at that, and you swallowed down bile just as Rafe tightened his arms around you.

“Stop being such a brat and just let your mom take the picture.”

His voice was quiet as his lips grazed your ear, and you kept a smile on your face as he straightened again. The older woman made a noise of approval, and you felt no relief when she was finally done. You glanced at Rafe just as your mother turned to your father to discuss the best ones, face even as your boyfriend adjusted your necklace.

He’d just bought it.

“Just stop smiling,” he murmured. “You look like you’re being tortured.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

Rafe paused, staring you down for a moment before a small smirk made its way onto his lips. Dropping one arm, the other hand moved towards your face, touching your red lips.

“Cute…”

“We’ll meet you both there,” your father said over his shoulder as he walked your mother to his car. “…and please don’t forget to set the alarm. I think someone broke into our pool house.”

His words made your heart drop, and you whipped your head around to stare at the older man with wide eyes.

“What?” you said, voice uneven.

Your father made a gesture with his hand like he was scolding himself for forgetting to tell you that.

“Yeah, I went in there the other day looking for my golf clubs, and it just looked…off. Lived in,” he said, opening the car door. “I might install a camera or two, I don’t know.”

They bid you both goodbye, none the wiser to the internal turmoil he’d just caused, and you swallowed just as Rafe started to pull you back inside. You heard him scoff.

“Probably some Pogue looking to mooch,” he snidely commented, making his way to your father’s bar. “Typical.”

Clearing your throat, you grabbed your purse.

“It’s probably nothing,” you found yourself murmuring. “Besides, it’s a pool house, not exactly The Hilton.”

“Babe, your fucking basement would be like The Ritz to those people,” Rafe said with a shake of his head as he downed a quick drink. “You think too highly of them and their lack of standards.”

You really didn’t want Rafe of all people to preach to you about standards, and you huffed.

“Do you plan on driving there drunk or…?”

Rafe was in a lighter mood today, and so that actually brought a chuckle out of him. Pouring one more drink out of your father’s bottle, he made his way to you. When he kissed you, you could taste the alcohol on his lips, and you watched him pull away to empty the glass.

“I need something in my system if I’m going to be around my family and their friends all night. Especially Rose’s book club women,” he said with a shudder, guiding you out after setting the alarm.

You were almost to his truck when he stopped you, forcing you to face him. You felt nervous as you looked at the blond because you had no idea what he was thinking nor what was about to come out of his mouth. You rested your hands on his arms as he pulled you closer, his own hands comfortable at the small of your back. His blue gaze flitted between your own.

“Try to lose the pout, alright?” he said to you. “Your knee is much better, your nose is practically like new, and you look good enough to eat.”

Rafe leaned in, gently pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Things could always be worse,” was what he said to you when he pulled away, a hint of a threat in his voice as he stared into your eyes.

Yes, you supposed that was true, and you allowed him to walk you to the passenger door.

You didn’t know what Ward had said to him exactly, but you couldn’t ignore the restraint Rafe had practiced for weeks, now. You didn’t know if Ward had legitimately found something to scare him with or if it was a conversation that went more along the lines of ‘at least wait for her to fully recover’. You realized that your thoughts were bordering along something much worse than praising a fish for swimming, but it was relieving to not have to deal with Rafe’s violence and especially for this length of time.

The reprieve was almost enough to make you feel bad for seeing JJ behind his back.

Almost.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The dark-haired girl turned to look at you, her confusion dying down as she placed the face to the voice. Kie weighed your words over in her mind, head slightly tilting from side to side before a small smile adorned her face.

“I know that’s meant as a compliment, so I’ll take it as one,” she said, taking her drink from the bartender. “I look like an uppity Kook princess…no offense.”

You didn’t take any offense to it.

“I know you wouldn’t dare be caught dead here willingly,” you commented, and Kie rolled her eyes over to her mom.

The woman was talking to your mom, a third woman with them that you didn’t recognize.

“It’s amazing how you know me so much better than my own mom,” she snidely replied, taking a sip of her punch. “She keeps waiting for me to ‘grow up’ as she puts it…”

You felt her eyes on you as the bartender finally gave you your own drink. You discreetly shook your head when he asked if you wanted anything else in it, the man no doubt familiar with how underage attendants got their way around here. At Kie’s surprised look, you spoke.

“I still take painkillers, so…”

The tan girl nodded at that, and a look passed over her features that looked a lot like concern.

“Sarah told me that your leg is much better.”

“It is, yeah,” you confirmed. “I can walk without a splint for the most part, but Rafe and my parents still want me to stay off of it if I can.”

She nodded, a soft ‘that’s good’ reaching your ears. Kie looked like she wanted to say more, and despite you two being friendly—with her eventually coming around to you—it was very clear in this moment that you were not friends. You blamed Rafe for that and was just about to go find him when she spoke again.

“It’s not my place…it’s really JJ’s to tell you the truth, but… He was really out of line that day in the hospital.”

Her words took you by surprise, her expression even more so because she looked genuinely embarrassed by what had occurred.

“Yeah, Rafe’s an asshole, and sure, sometimes he’s an asshole to you, and we’re probably the only ones who ever see that, but… JJ accusing him of that was really gross and uncalled for,” she continued.

You looked down at her words, unable to defend JJ in the way you wanted. Everyone thought he was just being a dick who hated Rafe, but in actuality he was right, and you took a sip of your drink.

“His feelings aren’t any excuse to accuse someone of something like that…”

You looked at her again at her words, expression inquiring.

“You know, about Rafe…and you,” she eventually added, albeit reluctantly.

She shrugged at the look on your face, her own expression softer than what you were used to.

“I think he likes you,” she said, shocking you. “Or…at the very least you surprised him. You’re just not what he expected.”

You struggled to respond to that, taking another sip.

“What makes you say that?” you wondered with a scoff.

“He brings you up sometimes. Just to me,” she added at the look on your face. “Nothing crazy. I just think he worries about you dating Rafe, and I keep telling him you’re with that guy for a reason.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to feel about JJ talking to Kie about you.

“There’s probably a whole other side to Rafe the rest of us will just never see…”

You thought to yourself if she only knew.

“That’s flattering,” you slowly said, attempting to steady your heart. “I didn’t even think JJ cared enough about me to talk about me to anyone. Especially to you.”

Sarah was always vocal about how tight-knit John B.’s friend group was before she came along. There’d been a few days where you absentmindedly listened to her talk about how she’d felt like she was intruding at first, only feeling welcomed by all after some time. You especially remembered a few comments on how protective Kie was over her boys, doubly so towards Sarah considering their history.

“I was surprised too,” the other girl agreed. “…but I guess he just wanted to talk to a girl about it.”

You only nodded at that, and you could feel her gaze on you, although it was hard to read when you looked at her.

“You know he’s here tonight…”

Even though your face didn’t move, your heart did skip a beat in your chest, and you sharply inhaled. You didn’t need her to confirm who she was talking about, but she did anyway, and you took another sip of your drink.

“He’s making some extra money,” she explained. “I didn’t get why he’d want to work Midsummers of all events, but…maybe now I do.”

Your gaze met hers at that, and before you could really study her expression, you were interrupted.

“You’re going to hang by the bar all night?” Rafe wondered, saddling up next to you as he flagged down the bartender.

He only just noticed Kie after a moment, throwing her a dismissive look before resting his blue eyes on you.

“Is she why I’ve had to entertain myself with Kelce and Topper despite coming with my beautiful girlfriend?”

You hated the way he talked about her like she wasn’t there, but before you could scold him on it, Kie made herself scarce with one last glance thrown your way. You forced it out of your mind, sighing at him.

“You three were discussing football. I figured that was your subtle way of excluding me…”

After being handed a drink he was just shy of being legal for, Rafe snaked his arm around your waist. He pressed his lips to yours, humming to himself.

“If I’d wanted you to go away, I would’ve said so,” he murmured into the kiss.

His lips made their way to your cheek, and that was the moment you took note of familiar blond hair over his shoulder. Just as Kie said, he was wearing a uniform, a serving tray in his hand, and you blinked. Was he really here just for you? It seemed like way too big of a risk to take, but you found yourself glad that he was.

You needed to tell him that he couldn’t sleep in the pool house for a while.

It was then that you heard Kelce call your boyfriend over, and you both turned to see the other guy waving him over. He and Topper and some of Rafe’s other friends were laughing down at someone’s phone, and Rafe squeezed your waist.

“Now I’m telling you to entertain yourself,” he chuckled. “I won’t be long.”

He left you to go and see what was so funny, and you tapped your finger against your glass a few times before stepping away. JJ’s blue gaze was already on you when you glanced over, and you looked back at Rafe one more time before stepping into the building. A few beats had passed before you heard footsteps mirroring yours.

Knowing this cursed place like the back of your hand, you were quick and discreet in slipping into a storage room. You swallowed down the rest of your drink as you slowly paced, telling yourself you were on a time crunch. It wasn’t too much longer before you had company, and you were quick to get your words out before JJ got the wrong idea.

“You can’t stay at the pool house tonight,” you told him, giving him pause. “Not for a while actually. Not until I can convince my father he doesn’t need to install cameras.”

You sighed.

“I might just tell him I’m the one who’s been in there.”

The blond nodded at that, and you watched him purse his lips.

“So…this isn’t what I thought it was going to be.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at that, gently laughing to yourself.

“No, JJ,” you admonished. “Rafe is…right outside.”

You gestured towards the door.

“…and his friends will keep him occupied for a while sure, but definitely not long enough to…”

You trailed off, shrugging and dropping your arm. Your words made JJ’s eyebrows raise, and he gave you a look you were more than familiar with.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

You gave him a look.

“JJ…be serious…”

He slowly made his way to you, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

“I am,” he breathed, gaze finally dropping. “You look beautiful.”

Rafe had given you the same compliment, but it meant more coming from JJ’s lips, and your own lips parted. Your stomach always flipped when he said things like that to you, and you reminded yourself that you hadn’t met up with him for this. You said that, but the more you looked at him the more you thought how nice he looked in something akin to a suit.

JJ’s blond hair was just a tad neater, resembling Rafe’s almost, and you didn’t think you liked it. Too busy taking in his uncharacteristic appearance, you didn’t pay attention to how close he’d gotten until his hand was touching your necklace. It was a tennis one, the expensive piece of jewelry catching the light, and you focused in on JJ’s face just as he let out a low whistle.

“Rafe bought it,” you explained, noting how much it felt like a collar. “He insisted I wear it tonight.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall, telling yourself to leave, to tell JJ that you’d see him later. However, you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want to, hating that you were here with Rafe instead. You wanted to prolong your time with the other blond for as long as possible, and you knew that JJ was thinking the same thing by the way his hand rested on your cheek.

“JJ…”

Your voice was low as he moved closer.

“Rafe isn’t going to be distracted forever.”

He looked between your eyes at that, his teeth sinking into his lip. He seemed to be contemplating it for a few moments before dropping to his knees. Your heart thudded in your chest as he reached under your dress, dragging your underwear down, and you didn’t stop him as your stomach flipped. You didn’t miss the way he slipped them into his pocket as he stood, lips immediately finding yours.

You couldn’t resist rubbing your thighs together in anticipation, feeling heat settle in the pit of your stomach. JJ tasted the inside of your mouth, and you could tell he’d had a drink or two earlier. He took his time in kissing you, mouth slowly moving against yours, and somewhere along the way he seemed to remember where you were…what you were not supposed to be doing…and who you had to get back to.

Resting between JJ and the wall, you helped him undo his pants, hand immediately wrapping around his cock the moment it was free. He hissed against your lips, and you couldn’t hold back your smile, kissing him harder and stroking him. He groaned into the kiss when you squeezed him, and reminding yourself of Rafe, you pushed your lower half against his.

One of JJ’s hands slid behind your thigh before hooking your leg against his waist. He rested between your legs as his lips traveled down your neck, and with your underwear in his pocket, you could feel the tip of him poking at your bare skin, a shudder passing through you as you wrapped your arms around him.

Guiding the tip of him between your folds, JJ pushed himself through his fist a few times before sliding into you with one quick thrust. You threw your head back, gasping at the tight fight and thinking you liked it a little better when you weren’t as wet. The slight burn made you buck your hips, and JJ’s hands were tight on you as he started to thrust into you.

You couldn’t swallow down your moan, reaching out to press your hand against the wall as JJ fucked you. Wrapping your other arm around his shoulder and neck, you pressed your face against him, teeth sinking into the nice shirt he had on. His hands were guiding your hips to meet him thrust for thrust, his cock stretching you out. You grew wetter with every movement, and it wasn’t long before each thrust was smoother and easier than the last.

For a few moments, you forgot all about Rafe and Midsummers and the fact that you had to go back out there and smile on your boyfriend’s arm. There was even a faint thought that he might be looking for you that you pushed out of your mind. All you could focus on was the feeling of JJ inside of you, chasing both of your climaxes. You wanted to keep fucking him for hours, but you knew that wouldn’t be possible, now.

You glanced at the clock again when JJ left open mouthed kisses against your throat, groaning against your skin as you squeezed him. You kept pushing your hips forward to meet his thrusts, dripping around his cock, and pulling at his uniform. Your other hand reached between you, dipping under your dress and circling your bundle of nerves. Your toes curled at the feel, and when you came, you came hard.

You swallowed down your moan as you tightened around JJ, and when your climax triggered his own, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You clung to each other as you came together and getting it in your head that you needed to go, you dropped your leg. You were going to help JJ get redressed, but he deterred you with a quick kiss.

“Go, go,” he urged, ushering you out of the room, and you hurried to make sure your hair and dress were fine as you sped away from the room.

You were down the hall when you felt JJ dripping down your thighs, and with a start, you realized he still had your underwear. You were contemplating turning back when you heard your name, the sound getting closer and closer until Rafe finally rounded the corner. Your eyes were wide as they met his angry ones, and you didn’t get a word out before his hand tightened on your arm.

“Where the hell have you been?”

“The bathroom,” was your quick answer, blinking before adding to it. “…and then the kitchens. I was trying to find a ginger-ale. My stomach felt weird.”

“I’ve been looking for you forever,” he spat, pulling you in the opposite direction of the party. “Sarah and my dad are being especially irritating, right now.”

When Rafe pulled you into an empty room, your heart sank.

…because you knew what he wanted.

“Rafe…not here…”

Your words actually gave him pause, and your boyfriend looked at you like you’d lost your mind. One of his hands pressed to the very door you were leaning against, and you watched him tilt his head at you. His hair wasn’t so neat now—a sign that he’d been running his hands through it—and you swallowed at the way he looked between your eyes.

“We’ve never not fucked at Midsummers,” he told you. “It’s practically a tradition, now.”

He softly laughed to himself, finding that funny.

“Can’t we just go? Let’s just go home and shower and-.”

“I’m not ready to go,” he cut you off, eyeing you. “My sister has been annoying me, and my dad is making me want to snort four lines of coke, and instead, I choose to fuck my girlfriend.”

The determination on his face made your nerves spike, and you were all too aware in this moment of the feel of JJ’s cum drying on the inside of your thighs. You didn’t think Rafe would even notice such a thing in his haste to be inside of you, but you knew you didn’t have the capacity to not feel icky fucking Rafe after just doing so with JJ.

“…but for whatever reason, she’s fighting me on that.”

Now, he looked angrier than he did before, and you looked towards the ceiling.

“I thought we were past this…”

When you looked at him again, his face was much closer.

“I thought we were on the same page about the least you could do in this relationship.”

You looked down at that, chest clenching painfully at the memory. The silence between you was thick with tension, and when he slowly reached up to touch your face, you let your eyes close.

“Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to give you another nose job?”

At his soft words, you looked into his eyes. Rafe was entirely serious, and with a shaky sigh, you reached for his belt. He didn’t say a word as you unbuckled it, and you shuddered when he leaned in to kiss your cheek, inhaling at the feel of you slipping your hand into his pants. His hand reached up to the back of your neck as you stroked him, fingers finding that stupid necklace and tightening it around your throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed against your skin.

Rafe moved you towards an empty table, hurried in pushing you onto it, and he didn’t hesitate in covering your frame and guiding himself into you. He groaned at the smooth entry, kissing you again and pushing his hips against yours.

“So wet for me already?” he hummed into the kiss.

He reached under you to lift your hips a bit, holding you right where he wanted you as he thrust into you. So eager to fuck you, Rafe didn’t even notice your lack of underwear. Or at least not enough to comment on it if he did, too preoccupied with taking out his frustrations on your body. You held onto him and his arm as you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to convince yourself that you weren’t as horrible as you felt.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes ago when JJ was inside of you, fucking you in some storage room and fighting to make you come before you had to get back to Rafe. Now, here you were, once again in an empty room but having sex with someone entirely different. You shuddered as you recalled Rafe’s words, knowing that it wasn’t your arousal for him but instead a combination from both you and JJ after the other blond had come inside of you.

The thought made you want to shy away from the man on top of you, but there was nowhere to go. The table shook beneath his rough thrusts, and Rafe seemed to forget that you were there as he pounded into you. You flinched and squirmed beneath your boyfriend from both the rough treatment and the overstimulation, feeling torn between wanting to come again and pushing Rafe away.

When he fisted his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, you knew that you were in for a long night.

Your chest was painfully tight as you stared at Rafe in horror. Your boyfriend looked nothing like the gentleman he pretended to be but instead like the monster he often was. Only this time, that violent gleam in his eyes wasn’t directed at you. It had set its sights on JJ.

“Rafe…come on, this is ridiculous, let’s just go,” you repeated for the umpteenth time.

It was only an hour ago that you were hanging onto him as he fucked you in some empty room, pent up and angry at both Sarah and Ward. Now—somehow—you’d found yourselves outside as his friends held JJ’s arms, your boyfriend gearing up to hit him again. It was unfair and disgusting and cruel.

“You’re being an asshole, and for what? Because he’s here?”

The party was still going on, and twenty minutes ago you’d thought you were leaving. Now, you were basically forced to watch Rafe hurt the guy you were sleeping with. He kept telling you to leave, that this wouldn’t take long and wouldn’t be much longer, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to abandon JJ so easily.

“Rafe!”

“Get in the damn truck,” he called over his shoulder.

He sounded exasperated with you, and his friends chuckled. You looked between them in disgust, most notably at Topper who clearly wasn’t enjoying this as much as the others but didn’t have the balls to actually say something. Disappointed in all of them, your eyes briefly met JJ’s, his practically pleading with you to just leave.

You huffed.

“Fuck this,” you spat, making your way back towards the building to find someone who worked here.

Your tone must have caught Rafe’s attention because he was quick to stop you, roughly grabbing you.

“Woah, woah, woah,” he chuckled, but it had an edge to it. “I thought I said to wait in the truck?”

He looked at you like you’d lost your mind.

“What, you’re-you were going to go tattle on me?”

“This is shitty, and I won’t stand by and let it happen,” you replied.

“Who gives a fuck? He’s a Pogue!”

“…and so that makes this okay? I want to go home, and you want to stand here beating on someone who can’t even fight back!”

Rafe looked between your eyes, and you hated the way he tilted his head.

“Why do you care so much about what happens to him?”

“You’re so stupid-! It could be anyone, Rafe,” you sneered. “This is childish and mean.”

Rafe stared you down for what felt like too long—too still—and your heart beat faster the longer it went on. Before you knew it, his hand had fisted into your hair, and he was dragging you over to his friends.

“See… This is why he’s always making googly eyes at you,” Rafe said, not sounding the least bit amused. “This is why he’s making comments and accusations about me and our relationship.”

Rafe maneuvered his arm around your neck, holding you close as he grinned at JJ.

“You’re too nice, baby. Too sympathetic,” he chuckled, gesturing to the other blond. “He’s got himself a little crush, I just know it.”

You attempted to move out of Rafe’s grip, but he wouldn’t budge. You hated the bruising that was already forming under JJ’s eyes and the blood on his lip too. You made a noise of protest when Rafe kissed you on the lips, sloppily and rough, before turning away.

“Hey, JJ,” your boyfriend softly said, tone mocking. “She’s just being nice…because that’s just who she is.”

“Rafe…”

“Don’t go getting any ideas.”

“You’re making a fool of yourself,” you spat at Rafe, knowing that he was doing so in more ways than one.

Rafe looked at you in mock outrage, shrugging.

“I’m just trying to help him out,” he told you. “It’s not my fault these Pogues always want what we have.”

“Rafe, stop this,” you hissed. “You’re being an asshole.”

The words had barely left your mouth when his hand roughly closed around your chin. You winced at the feel, and neither you nor Rafe missed the way JJ tried to break free. Rafe’s friends chuckled at the sight, but Rafe didn’t, merely staring at the other blond.

“Look at you,” he finally mused. “I don’t know whether I should feel flattered or offended that you feel so protective over my girlfriend.”

There wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone, and before you could quite marinate on that, you were harshly thrown to the ground. The mood seemed to shift at that, and you could tell that his friends hadn’t been expecting that. You didn’t know if Rafe was drunk or high or both, but he’d never been so public in his cavalier treatment of you.

“She’s my girlfriend, JJ, and I could do anything I want to her…”

You attempted to push yourself up when you felt the sole of his shoe on your knee…that knee.

“I could set her little healing journey back…”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, sure that he wouldn’t with so many witnesses, but also…not so sure. You glanced at JJ, but the other blond was staring at Rafe with wide eyes, and you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or scared. Probably both.

“I could rip her hair out right here…” he gestured to his friends. “…and do you think any of them would stop me?”

“Rafe,” Topper finally said, and your boyfriend’s gaze snapped to him.

“Would you?”

Topper just stared at him, but his silence spoke volumes, and you only attempted to stand again when your boyfriend finally moved his foot. He pointed around, his gaze resting on JJ again.

“None of them are going to do shit,” he said to him. “So, what makes you so special to think you have a say in how I treat my girlfriend?”

Your lips trembled as you finally stood to your feet.

“…because she was nice to you once? Because she doesn’t want me to kick your ass now?”

You looked between them, the faint sounds of the party reaching your ears.

“Truth be told, I should kick your face in for that stunt you pulled at the hospital,” your boyfriend sneered.

“Rafe, you’ve made your point!”

You hated this entire pissing contest he was doing, and at this point, you half expected Rafe to whip it out and mark his territory. He stared JJ down for what felt like too long, his friends equally uncomfortable now with the turn the night had taken. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to slap you clear across the face—maybe even break your arm—all just to prove that he could do whatever he wanted to you, and there wasn’t a thing JJ could do about it.

Rafe, however, settled for harshly grabbing your face and spitting right into your mouth as you gasped.

Taken aback, you couldn’t hold in your coughing fit, forced to follow along as he roughly grabbed your arm.

“Like I said JJ. Anything I want,” he repeated.

Dragging you along, Rafe tossed his next words over his shoulder at his friends.

“That Pogue’s all yours.”

You felt riddled with disgust the whole way to his truck, humiliated and angry. You blinked back tears as you recalled the way his friends did nothing, didn’t even move a muscle as he threw you to the ground, and you didn’t know what you hated more—that or Topper’s cowardly attempt that he ultimately backed out of.

Once you were at his truck and away from prying eyes, the slap came harshly and swiftly.

It made your ears ring and your cheek sting, tears forming behind your eyes as Rafe leaned in. His nose grazed the burning cheek, and you could hear his labored breathing as his chest heaved against your arm. He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and neither did you, just staring into the darkness as a few tears finally spilled over.

“That is the last time you defend that Pogue…especially around me,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”

You started to nod when his hand circled around your throat, making you sharply inhale.

“I want to hear you fucking say it.”

Pulling at his arm, you eventually gave up on that, forcing the word out.

“Yes,” you struggled to say.

Shoving you away from him, he opened the passenger door, telling you to get inside. Wiping your face, you did, settling in the seat with a newfound hatred for Midsummers.

[thatsdemko]

the art of attraction (it’s always been you) - p.gasly

masterlist

pairings: Pierre gasly x leclerc!fem!reader

warnings: fluff + some inaccuracies of Pierre and Charles careers + some angst

note: when I do “—“ to break the scene the next scene in this instance is rather not the next day or later that evening(unless specified).

summary: the story of how Pierre and y/n leclerc fall in love.

a/n: just something to lighten the mood❤️

AGE 5 & 7

maybe that’s when you knew.

when he covered your ears while your parents swore at each other, their voices rising with anger and he slipped into your bedroom to distract you and Arthur from the argument downstairs.

you could smell is freshly shampooed hair from behind you, you could hear his heart beating against his chest as he shushed any worries down your throat.

the concerns wash away as you sink against his chest, the words finally died down and his hands come off from over your ears, “Qu'est-ce que tu as entendu?” he asks in concern that you didn’t pick up any new vocabulary that you shouldn’t of heard. pierre was used to it by now with karting, but you were three years younger than him, and you definitely shouldn’t of heard what you did. what did you hear

“nothing.” you lie knowing that’ll satisfy him. he moves from behind you so you can look him in his eyes. his beautiful ocean blue eyes that you could drown yourself in.

“you pinky promise you didn’t hear?”

“I pinky promise.”

when your pinky’s interlace you could feel the electric waves, you could feel your heart pace increase, eyes growing with hopefulness that maybe he feels it too.

“come on, cherie let’s go find Charles.”

and just like that, your hope was gone. but it started a fire inside your chest and butterflies to form. nothing about Pierre gasly would ever be the same to you.

AGE 7 & 9

the most important day of the year for you was always overlooked; your birthday. it end up typically being on a Sunday or a race weekend, which meant the whole family’s focus was on Charles or Arthur and never on you.

you’d pout and fuss about no presents, birthday cakes, or well wishes from family members. but there was one person who was determined to make your birthday matter. Pierre.

“there she is!” his mother, also named pascale, beams with excitement seeing you in the stands to cheer on your big brother, Charles, and of course her son, Pierre.

“just a little gift for the birthday girl, it’s from all of us.” she presses a soft kiss to your cheek handing you the tiny pink bag with tissue paper falling out of the top. you thank her for her generosity and wait to open the gift until after the race. it was common curtesy, but you knew your own mother wouldn’t be pleased for you to spoil the joy for Charles.

it was yet another birthday spent in an hour of boredom and wishing for something better.

this was the time your mind would race of imagination. the world of delusion was limitless, and most of the time you wished of Pierre. you wished for Pierre to be the one to hand you the birthday gift instead of his mother, or wishing for Pierre to kiss you after his race. your mind never seemed to leave the Frenchman out of your fantasies.

—

“p1! congratulations.” you’re lost in the sea of family members and friends, but he finds you first. you cant help but wonder if you stuck out like a sore thumb or just someone he so desperately wanted to see after his win.

“happy birthday.” he engulfs you in a tight hug, you can smell the sweat and lingering scent of his shampoo that takes you back to two years ago when he held you against him.

you close your eyes and enjoy the moment before it’s taken from you. he’s ripped off of your body by Charles, who’s now congratulating him. a frown forms to your lips as you look down at the pink paper bag that was crumpled against his body. somehow it hurts that the only thing you wanted was something you couldn’t have. it couldn’t be wrapped a tiny bag.

but his hug was better than the silver pendant necklace that you knew he and his mother picked out.

it was the one you eyed summers ago at the antique store in southern France. he watched your big eyes shine under the jewelry’s beauty, and you knew it was Pierre who forced his mother to go back.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.

AGE 10 & 12

“you don’t want to swim?”

his brown wet hair drips over his eyes, he takes his hand and pushes the locks back so he can see you straight. you’re in your tankini(a horrible fashion choice as you look back on it) sitting in the lounge chair pretending to be interested in the gossip magazine in front of you.

“not up for it.” you shrug your shoulders and look back at the gossip of brad Pitt and Angelina, two people you could care less about. because right now, you’re chewing the inside of your cheek watching a new girl swim laps with your brothers and Pierre.

she was a girl from school. of course she was, and she had long blonde hair and was wearing bikinis because her chest has developed. you hoped she couldn’t see you glaring at her from underneath your sunglasses as she plays basketball with the boys in the pool. you were trying very hard to be different in hopes that maybe Pierre would notice you and forget about the blonde girl. of course your attempts failed when it was Arthur who swam up to you.

“what? you always want to swim.” Pierre’s shocked, it took your parents hours to get you out of the pool you loved it so much. he was wondering what had changed since last summer.

“she’s in some weird phase leave her alone.” Lorenzo grumbles at your attitude. the boys go back to playing the pool while you attempt to wrinkle under the sun, except every time she laughed you had to make sure it wasn’t at something he said.

this was the part that hurt while being in love, is trying to be okay with them finding someone else.

AGE 13 & 15

it’d been months since he’d last seen you. karting was taking him to new places that he hadn’t been home in forever. he was beginning to forget the smell of the salty oceans, the sound of the seagulls in the morning, and you. all this time away from home, he found himself itching for you.

when he heard the sound of the car door slamming and the mixed chatter coming from the front door, he could feel the sense of belonging again. all that time away, it changed him, and he wondered if it had changed you.

the front door clicks open and Pierre looks away from the television. he watches your family members pile in one by one, he sits in an anticipation that’ll you show, and when you do it doesn’t disappoint him.

your hairs a bit shorter from the last time, your legs are tanner, and you’re wearing mascara, but nothing about you changed. the smile when he made a joke, the shyness you got around him, it all was the same.

it’s his turn to feel the butterflies when he looks at you. and this time when he looks at you, and when your eyes connect you actually feel it radiating off of him.

he was in love.

—

“mind if I join you?” he steps up into the attic. it was a place you five used to play in when you were kids. it wasn’t safe, as there were many holes in the flooring, but it became your quiet place when you needed time alone.

you look over your shoulder to see he has a peace offering, a tiny glass of limoncello that he stole from downstairs.

a smile is brought to your lips as you motion for him to come closer, “you didn’t have to steal to come here.” you chuckle taking the plastic cup from him while he situates himself beside you.

“well you could’ve turned me down. I needed a plan to make you want me to stay.” he nudges his shoulder into yours and watches you swallow the liquor with a bitter face.

he laughs and it’s like music to your ears. you can feel the little hairs in your ears stand up, the chill run down your spine, and the familiar swarm of butterflies in your stomach. it was too easy for him to make you feel this way.

“awful?”

“horrible actually.” you choke out setting the cup on the ledge. you swore you could’ve thrown up then, but everything in you stops when you feel his knuckles against your chest.

“you still wear this?” he holds the the necklace charm against his palm, a soft smile forming against his lips. all you can do is nod. he took the words right out of you as his blue eyes flicker upwards towards you.

“I think I have a birthday gift that might top this one.” he lets go of the charm and finally you can breathe again. you feel your muscles relax as you touch the charm that was once in his hand.

“what do you have in mind?”

“close your eyes and I’ll show you.”

you’d never obeyed faster. your eye’s immediately shut. you could feel the world around you spinning with anticipation as you wait for his whatever it is.

you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body, he must’ve moved closer. his palm rests against your cheek and before you know it his lips are pressed against yours. the kiss is soft and gentle, but his lips fit like a glove. you can feel the sparks, they warm your bodies up as you move closer to him with the exact same energy kissing him back.

“hold on,” Pierre whispers, pulling away. he watches your eyes flutter open in utter confusion, “that was really good.” he whispers, chest visibly rising and falling as you just took the air right out of him.

“but?”

“we’re just kids, y/n. maybe some other time, I just don’t think we should date yet.”

AGE 15 & 17

your first everything was Pierre. at fifteen there wasn’t much you needed to experience besides a crush and kiss, but lately you had noticed high school moved at a much different pace.

half the girls you were friends with had already had sex, boyfriends, or multiple kisses, but you still clung onto that one evening when Pierre not only kissed you but then ripped a bandaid right off your wound. that night still hurt.

and while you were encouraged to move on and find other boys, nobody compared to the beautiful Frenchman.

you’d experimented with other boys, which meant fooling around making out and an occasional nude photos, but your mind never stopped going back to Pierre. no matter how much he had hurt you that night, you still wanted to experience something more than a kiss with him.

it was one sided though, as Pierre had began dating a girl a year older than you and she’d shown up to many of his races. you’d thought you’d have moved on, but that was until it was the first birthday where Pierre had no gift for you. that was when you realized you still really cared about him.

“just move on from him.” your dear friend whispered into your ear as you watch the two walk hand in hand to the track. you could’ve sworn you were about to be sick to your stomach.

“I can’t.” you whisper back pulling your knees into your chest, you watch her pepper his face with kisses, “I need to leave.” you stand up from your spot in the stands and climb down the steps, you brush past the two and for the first time you don’t even look over your shoulder to see if he’s watching, but he is.

—

“you don’t wear my necklace anymore?”

your neck looks bare under the dim lighting of the attic. he wonders when the last time you wore it was, because he hadn’t noticed the last time that it was gone.

“why do you care?” you snap taking a sip of beer from your red solo cup, the contents make the sour look against your face contort, and it makes him laugh. that damn laugh. you could curse him for finding this moment funny, because all thoughts you had cleared of him come running back.

“because you loved that necklace.”

“have you thought about that maybe the guy who gave it to me was an asshole?” you raise your eyebrow and watch the little smile across his lips vanish. he knows exactly what you’re referring to. the night when you were thirteen, he shot you down. he could never forget the look on your face and how you cried into Lorenzo’s arms. the look on the elder leclerc’s face was enough to scare him off.

“I was an asshole, but I’m your asshole.”

the words started that fire you sure was burnt. you could feel the flames ignite in your stomach as you push yourself closer to his body, you can thank the alcohol for that.

“in order for you to be mine, you have to ask me.” you rest your hand against his chest, you can feel the beat of his heart quicken under your palm.

his hand finds your hip, he licks his lips, “I don’t think I need to ask when I know the answer.”

“just ask me, asshole.” you grit through your teeth, he throws his head back laughing and says something in French that you can’t make out.

“y/n leclerc, will you be my girlfriend?”

“yes.”

AGE 17 & 19

the pendant necklace, a beautiful silver promise ring, and silver dangly earrings are the gifts you couldn’t take off even if you wanted to.

he’d made up for the lost time of traveling in Monaco for karting and his transitions into f3. Charles had tagged along, the two still conjoined at the hip despite the new relationship that had unfolded between families.

“you like them?” he asks watching you fiddle with the silver hoops he’d picked out with his first sponsor paycheck. he promises once he can afford it, Tiffany diamonds is all you’ll ever know.

“like them?” you turn to face him from your vanity, “my Pierre,” you get up from the chair and press a kiss to his lips, “I love them.”

he chuckles against your lips, you can feel the vibration run down your body, “good.”

your friends had told you his gift giving was excessive, but you couldn’t have been happier. he made time for you, now with an income he could fly from France to Monaco to visit you for holidays and birthdays, but it did mean he spent a lot more time in the cars than he did with you.

“will you be at the track tonight? I can’t race without you.” his fingers brush your hair back behind your ear, he pulls you into his lap, “I need my good luck charm.” he presses a kiss against your lips.

it’s your turn to giggle against his lips, “you’re awfully needy today.” you say wrapping your arms around his neck, “but I wouldn’t miss a race, p. I’ll be there for you.”

“what about me?! I exist too you know!”

“shut up, Charles!”

AGE 18 & 20

he missed it.

you couldn’t believe it. he missed your birthday for the first time since dating.

you waited by your phone for hours that day. it was one of your very first birthdays where it wasn’t surrounded by karting and formula 1, it was a birthday that everyone was free as a bird and he missed it.

“I’m sorry, Cherie.” Charles peers into your bedroom, a visible frown against his lips, “I really thought he’d call.”

“it’s fine, cha.” you brush him off, but he knows better. he sees the sadness in your eyes that he didn’t call.

“it’s not fine, y/n. he’s your boyfriend now, he’s supposed to remember stuff like this.” Charles comes into your bedroom, he takes a seat at the end of your bed, “next race, I’m going to push him off the track.”

“don’t jeopardize your race for his mistakes, Charles. just play fair.”

“well he’s going to get something don’t you worry.”

AGE 19 & 21

he barely called anymore. life was shaping him into becoming a formula 1 driver and he just never gave you the time anymore.

you’d moved out of your parents house and into a small studio apartment in Monaco that overlooked the hairpin of the infamous Monaco circuit. you’d be able to see his car one day drive that turn and maybe bring home a victory. but right now, Red Bull was taking your love away from you.

the phone on your nightstand finally rings. it’s a miracle that after all that praying he calls. it’d been over two weeks since you’d heard his beautiful voice.

“bonjour,” you say almost instantly when you pick up the call. you can hear the chatter in the background, it must’ve been a mistake, a butt dial perhaps. but you stay on the call in case.

“y/n, you there?”

“yeah I’m here.” you say turning away from your homework that desperately needed your attention, but the man on the phone sounded unfamiliar to you. you knew it was him, but something had changed.

“hey, I’m sorry I have to cancel dinner plans.” he says, the chatter is still on going. was he really doing this now? in front of his team?

“that’s fine.” you exhale a deep long sigh that might’ve been over dramatic, but you were annoyed. it was another dinner you had planned that you would be eating alone.

“what’s wrong?” he shush’s whoever was talking so he can hear you better.

“nothing, Pierre, it’s just I haven’t seen you in two weeks.”

“I’m sorry, you know that right? it’s just training and simulators, I need to focus.”

you sigh. this really is it, huh? becoming best friends with his voicemail box and eating shitty dinners alone. you couldn’t do it any longer. you couldn’t believe this would be the thing that would tear you apart. you could’ve sworn once you were together, there would be no stopping your love. but it turns out formula 1 had its own plan in the making of your relationship.

“well let me help you focus even more, because we’re done.”

AGE 21 & 23

he was driving the cars he’s always dreamed of doing so. he finally was in formula 1. this day couldn’t be better, but maybe it could. after seeing you arrive with Charles for his start at Alfa Romeo, the pang of regret and guilt stings his chest.

he’s reminded of the days and nights he didn’t call, the anniversaries he missed, the celebrations he should’ve been at, but the days he missed were the reason he got the seat in the first place. it came with a hefty emotional price.

but seeing you in the paddock surrounded by his family, and your family, he couldn’t believe what a fuck up he was. it shouldn’t be like this, and he knows it.

“good luck out there, sweetheart.” your mother wraps him in a tight hug, it looks like he’s held hostage, but you believe he deserves it. he put you through an emotional rollercoaster that you’re happy to be off of, but a girl never stops loving her first crush.

because while you should be angry at him, your heart still goes putty over him. your heart still beats to his rhythm despite the torture he put you through. you couldn’t calm yourself down when you looked over at him, his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, his jawline covered in stubby hairs. he looked much better than you did.

he gets podium. his first formula 1 podium and the radio conversation is still buzzing in your ears. he took the time to thank not only his family, but you. it had to have been you, he called you his good luck charm, and you knew it was you by the way his mothers eyes beamed under the sunlight.

you attempt to look anywhere that’s not him. your eyes try to concentrate on Lewis Hamilton and his beautiful tattooed hands as they grasp the lip of the bottle, and just as your eyes were finally settled on him, you felt the spritz of champagne against your skin.

your eyes find the man who’s leaning over the edge with a bottle of champagne pointed towards the crowd. his blue eyes search the sea of fans and team members until he finds you, your body is squished against the barricade front and center.

even if you wanted to hide from him and become just another fan lost in the crowd, you couldn’t. your heart always pulled you towards him even if it broke every vessel in your body.

he moves down the podium steps, you could feel your heart against your chest. he had the capability of doing this, after not speaking for nearly years he had the ability to start a fire in you with just a blink of an eye.

you watch it happen in slow motion. he moves across the barricade allowing fans and other team members pat his shoulder and chest with encouraging words to boost his ego. the smile on his face is irreplaceable, his cheeks are red from the sweat, tears, and discomfort of his own grin, but he can’t pull it off. he’s inches away from you, allowing his mother to hug him and kiss his champagne flavored cheek, he allows Charles to pat him on the back, and finally it was your turn.

you can feel the bodies against your back pushing you into the metal trying to get as close as they could to him. their hands touch his chest, shoulder, or anything they could grab onto as he leans in and smashes his lips against yours.

your fingers pull his face closer to you, as you kiss him with all of your might like the world was going to end if you didn’t. the cheering and whistling becomes background noise as he pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you so much more, Pierre.”

—

“for you, I’m going to try and make this right.” he whispers, the words stuck against your sweaty skin, kisses peppered against your shoulders, “you’re my endgame. I believe it.”

heat spreads across your face as you attempt to burry your head into his chest, “I want to be your endgame.” you say curling into his body, your ear is pressed against his chest, you can hear his heart pounding against its cavity.

closing your eyes and then opening them, you try to make sure that this is real. the boy you once dreamed of having was fast asleep underneath you, small snores escape his lips, you can’t believe he’s yours again. lost, found, lost again, and then found once more.

this was a love only ever written in novels.

AGE 25 & 27 (NOW)

“I thought I’d find you up here.” he says reaching the final step into the attic. he’s tall enough now that his head nearly hits the roof, he has to crouch to make his way over to where you sit looking out the window of the house.

“where else would I be?” you turn to him, a chuckle escaping your lips as his head bumps right into the roof before he sits down across from you.

“everyone’s waiting for us.” he takes your hand in his, thumb caressing your knuckles. you look up into his eyes, he looks handsome today. in fact, he looks handsome every day but he looks even better in his tuxedo with a crooked flower pinned to the jacket.

“they can wait a little longer.” you carefully move onto his thigh leaning your back into his chest, “I just want to be with you. alone.”

he hums in response, and just wraps his arms around yours. you rest your head back against his shoulder and suddenly it’s like your five again. the smell of his shampoo is a little faint from the cologne, but when you inhale once again there it is.

“you ready, mrs.gasly?”

“I’m ready, mr.gasly. take me home.”

I'll follow you into the park

Through the jungle, through the dark

Girl, I never loved one like you

That's true, laugh until we think we'll die

Barefoot on a summer night

Never could be sweeter than with you

And in the streets you run a-free

Like it's only you and me

Geez, you're something to see

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

tags: @oconso @xcicix @imsorare @weasleyswizardwheezes-blog

[ravenrune]

A little Luis x F!reader thing I've been working on for the past few days. I enjoy writing the reader meeting a character for the first time, so here is one for Luis. I went for she/her pronouns this time. I'm sorry I didn't go for gender-neutral. I will again next time! <3

No warnings. Fanfic. Not beta-read. Around 900 words.

The first step

Under any other circumstances, Luis loved to attend parties. The wedding he was at right now, however, had killed his joy very early on. Luis barely knew the couple and didn’t understand why they’d invited him. Politeness, he figured. He used to work with the man, and they had kept in touch after he’d left Umbrella, but to call them friends would be a massive overstatement. Vague acquaintances seemed much more fitting.

Except for this time, anyway.

Initially, Luis had looked forward to the wedding. Not because he cared much about the wedding couple, but because he always wanted to meet new people. This wedding, however, was boring with a capital B. It seemed as if everyone present was in a relationship and didn’t feel like interacting with strangers.

Luis himself had come alone. He’d tried to get a friend to join him, but nobody had been interested. Luis didn’t have any women in his life that he was romantically involved with, so he hadn’t been able to score a date, either. Didn’t matter much, though, because normally, he was pretty good at keeping himself, and strangers, entertained.

Bored and annoyed, he got up from the table, seemingly invisible to the people around him. He’d go out for a smoke, have another drink, and maybe then it would finally feel appropriate to leave. He didn’t think he’d ever be home before eleven after a party, but he really wasn’t feeling it this time.

“Ai, ai, ai,” he muttered, stepping out into the rain. He was pretty sure the weather forecast had promised clear skies, but apparently they’d been wrong again. “How hard can it be to predict the weather?”

“Surprisingly difficult, actually,” came a female voice from behind him. “Want to stay under my umbrella?”

Luis turned around and saw a woman standing there. Relatively young. Nice dress. It was too dark to see the colour of her eyes or hair. She was holding a big umbrella and gestured to him to come over.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Luis flashed her a big smile and stood next to her. “You mind if I light one up?” He held up his pack of cigarettes.

She shrugged. “Nah, go ahead.”

Luis lit his cigarette and placed the pack and the lighter back in his pocket. “Why are you outside? It’s a bit cold, no?”

“Cold doesn’t bother me much,” she replied. “It’s a bit too… crowded inside.”

Luis glanced at her. She had nice features, but he still couldn’t tell what colour her eyes or her hair were. “Is it too crowded, or is it just too boring?” He asked, only half joking.

She laughed and looked around to ensure nobody was close enough to hear her. “It really is very boring,” she groaned. “I kinda regret coming here. I could’ve stayed home and watched a movie. Would’ve cost me less money, too.”

“Yeah… I don’t even know why I was invited,” Luis muttered. “They don’t seem that interested in their guests.”

“Money, probably. They just want gifts. Isn’t that why people get married in the first place?”

Luis nearly choked on some smoke. “People get married for money? Where’s the romance in that, amiga?”

“Romance is dead,” she stated matter-of-factly, “everything is just a financial transaction nowadays.”

Wow. Luis wasn’t sure about what to say. How could someone think that way? He wondered if perhaps something had happened in her past, that someone had hurt her badly enough to turn her away from romantic interactions.

It was hard to imagine, and the thought made him feel a bit sad. His first instinct was to see this as a challenge. A challenge to try and conquer her heart. Then again, he also knew very well that that could end badly. He may consider himself quite the ladies’ man, but he wasn’t in it to hurt people. He didn’t hop from woman to man to woman just to satisfy his needs and move on. Not anymore, anyway. Not like when he was younger.

Luis had gotten so lost in thought, his cigarette started to burn his finger. “Agh!” He threw the thing on the ground and stomped it out. “That hurt!”

“Not the smartest thing I’ve ever seen,” she joked. “Do you need a plaster?”

Luis smiled. “Nah,” he muttered. “I just gotta pay attention.”

He liked hearing her laugh, he thought to himself. He wouldn’t mind hearing it more often.

“You eh… you got a name, amiga?” He asked.

“Y/N,” she replied.

“Good name. I’m Luis Serra.” He extended his hand, which she shook. “Encantado.”

“Same… I think?” She smirked. “How about we go back inside and get something to drink? I’m sick of the rain.”

Going inside for a drink. That seemed like a very nice first step for Luis. “Yeah, why not. I’ll buy you one.”

“Eh?” She frowned at him. “Drinks are free tonight.”

“Oh yes, of course.” Luis laughed. “Well, I’m sure that after tonight you’ll want nothing more than for me to take you out and buy you one elsewhere!”

“I doubt it,” she muttered while folding her umbrella. “But hey… surprise me, I guess.”

Now that was definitely a challenge, and Luis wasn’t the type to say no to one.

[momojedi]

— YOU & ME. pairing. echo x gn! reader

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type. oneshot note. requested by someone via ao3! it's based on the conversation between queen charlotte & king george! warnings. angst, argument, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending word count. 1.5k

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When Echo came back, the joyous message quickly spread among his brothers of the GAR and even the Jedi celebrated the wonderful news of both the Republic’s victory over Anaxes as well as the return of one of their most loyal soldiers.

Captain Rex was in happy tears when he pulled you aside to share the message, a smile so bright like you’d never seen on his face before.

You’d immediately broken into tears at the news. He was back, the man you loved so dearly had survived. Your heart swelled with joy.

But Echo — he was broken.

“Echo?” Your voice was quiet when you approached him, his back to you.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he merely whispered hoarsely, almost as if he were in some sort of trance. You fiddled with your the cheap material of the tunic’s sleeves the Kaminoans had assigned you to wear. “I’m most happy to be here, though.”

Echo remained silent, not even granting you a glance. You bit your lip thoughtfully. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not showing up sooner — he’d been through hell and back, and yet you couldn’t have granted him a single minute of your time to check on him? He just came back from the dead, goddamnit!

“I’m so sorry Echo, I should’ve come to see you so much sooner,” you started stepping around the cot to face him, sighing as you continued apologising with a heavy heart, “don’t worry, I won’t leave your side aga—“

“No.” Echo’s tone had grown snappy, catching you off-guard for a second. He looked at you and your voice was caught in your throat as it had been when you first laid your eyes on him: the anguish in his eyes screamed for support, for love, for any kind of comfort yet his expression remained unreachable. “No, listen to me: You shouldn’t have come,” Echo shut his eyes and took a shaky breath before continuing, “I don’t want you here.”

You frowned, though not a cold one—rather a confused frown, one that wasn’t sure what to make of his behaviour. He was acting strangely, not at all like the Echo you knew, practically begging you to leave him. And yet you didn’t budge. Echo shifted impatiently.

“Do you hear me? I said leave. Go back to the 501st, that’s where you work. And also where you belong.” Your heart shatters at that. He couldn’t possibly mean it. That wasn’t the man you knew. You remained unmoving. Echo got up, now towering over you with an expression so angered you almost took a step back. Almost.

Echo let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t want you here,” he barked at you, voice now growing louder and his tone now growing stricter. “I don’t want to see you. Get out!” Despite his angered expression, it seemed like he was begging you to go, his harsh words a mere cover for his genuine feelings. As if he wanted to protect—from what exactly though, you couldn’t really disclose.

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t exactly lie, although you knew he was hiding something, his words hit you deep. You remained silent for a minute, the room tense and quiet until you look him in the eyes. “No.”

“[Name],—”

“You just got back, Echo. I- I won’t leave you,” your volume was growing louder by each word and you slowly but surely felt the familiar pricking of tears in the corners of your eyes. Based on the swift way he glanced away from you, Echo noticed it, too. Why was he so focused on getting you to go?

“Leave,” he barked one more time, “that’s an order.”

You bit your lip tearfully, eyes shut tightly. He had no right, you thought. But he did. He was a superior and he very much had every right to order you around. Yet you refused to give up, anger, rage, pain boiling up deep inside of you and before you realised it, you were screaming at him. All the fear, all the emotions you’d shut in ever since his disappearance finally breaking free.

“I WILL STAY!”

A surprised expression crossed Echo’s face and he stumbled backwards, startled at the sudden outburst. Big tears had now escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for air from the overwhelming pressure. Echo’s demeanour started to shrink as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“[Name], please.”

“No.”

“[Name], you aren’t listening-”

You clenched your fists tightly at your side, sucking in a breath. “I am.” You spoke clearly and filled with determination. “I’ve heard that you don’t want me here, that you want me to go,”

“[Name],” He tried, raising a hand but you interrupted him.

“What I haven’t heard however, is that you do not love me.”

Echo had changed. So much was clear. He didn’t appear as the man he used to be, the mechanical changes to his body left him feeling uneasy and the self-assured confidence wasn’t as clear as it once was. But you knew him. His tendencies to put others before himself, to make sure of others’ wellbeing before caring for his own. Was he pushing you away to keep you safe from him?

Silence fills the atmosphere for a second and Echo’s eyes widen. When your breath finally calms, you continue.

“I’ve been suffering for so long, thinking you had died, thinking you were gone for good like so many before and after you. Day by day I watch your brothers pass, fully helpless and yet none hurts as much as your passing did,” you sniff, “I’ve felt like such a failure, and now you’re back yet you stay away from me as if I were some kind of disease.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you pull your sleeves over your hands to rub the sticky tears off your cheeks. Echo opened his mouth, but you continued without giving him a chance to speak.

“But now it finally occurred to me; perhaps you’re pushing me away because you care for me. Because you love me. Echo, do you love me?”

Echo hesitated, eyes searching for something, anything before he stepped closer to you, his healthy hand grabbing your shoulder and his scomp settling on your other.

“I’m trying to protect you!”

But you remained determined.

“Do you love me?”

He pulled away as if your skin burned him. “I can’t— we can’t— this conversation … I can’t do this.”

“Echo,” his face snapped back to yours, “do you love me?”

“[Name]. Please stop,” he begged, tears burning in his eyes.

“Is it that you don’t believe that I could love you?” You let the question float for a moment, staring at him intensely before continuing, “I do. I love you. So much that I will do whatever you ask me to. And if you don’t love me, it’s all you have to say. Tell me you don’t love me and I will go. I’ll personally request General Skywalker to reassign me and you’ll never have to see me again. We can both live our separate lives, and I’ll fill my days and survive on my own. I’m ready to go there. But first you’ll have to tell me straight. Tell me I’m on my own in this crazy world.”

Echo’s words were caught in his throat as he stared at you before whispering. “I’m not a man anymore, I’m not even a machine either.” He tapped his head, right where the ports had been planted. “The separatists… they’ve invaded my mind. The— the heavens and earth collide in there and I don’t even know where I stand anymore.”

You refused to acknowledge his begging. “Do you love me?”

Echo carefully cradled your face, as if you were made of porcelain ready to crack at any second. “You wouldn’t want a life with me; no one would.”

“Echo,” you snapped, gripping his wrists to keep him from pulling them away. He gazed in your eyes, brows furrowed in a hurtful manner. Your voice cracked. “I will stand with you between whatever heavens and earth. Do you love me?”

And suddenly his walls were breaking down as he softly sobbed, burying his face into your shoulder. “I,” he begins, interrupted by another sob, “I love you. From the moment you were assigned to us, the moment I saw you, I have loved you desperately. I can barely function when you aren’t around. I love you, [name].”

You pulled away, pushing his head of your shoulder and before he can react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Without realising, you kept pulling him closer, as if he couldn’t be near enough.

Finally, you had to break apart for air, though he immediately pressed his forehead to yours. “I wanted to tell you,” he whispers hoarsely, “I wanted you to know how much this weighed on me but … I didn’t know how.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “we can catch up on all we’ve lost now.”

[meowzfordayz]

low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Author’s Note: started writing these as headcanons re: how they were requested, but ended up writing them as preferences. 😅 Sometimes a fanfic just writes itself the way it wants to be written, ya feel? 🤷🏻‍♀️☺️

low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi... I saw yo do emergency request... I was looking for one, my body dysphoria it's been getting pretty bad this days and tomorrow I'm going to a swimming pool and it's killing me inside, I love swimming but this is ruining it for me... So, can I have some headcanons for Inosuke and Tengen with an S/O with low self-esteem? Thank you, ILY

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can you write a tanjiro x reader fic where reader is insecure of her body hair? (Like me?🥲)

I wanna know how he reacts so bad:(((

~faqs~

Inosuke doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he recognizes the strain in your smile, how you linger in the bathroom longer, heart squeezing when you gently brush his fingers away from your hips as he comes up behind you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” he grins, propping his head on your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you mutter, turning the sink on, then off, then on again.

“We brushing our teeth?” as he reaches for his toothbrush, chest pressed hot and solid against your back.

“Nope, just thinking.”

You turn off the sink, small sigh sitting heavy in your lungs.

“About how pretty you are?” he smirks, nipping at your earlobe, “Your hair smells nice.”

“At least I’ve got something going for me.”

“Hey,” frowning now, forearms strong and secure as he places his palms on the counter, body boxing you in, protective warning in his tone, “Did someone talk shit? Why’re you saying that?”

“Nobody said anything,” leaning into his embrace, eyes closing, “I’m fine.”

“You are fine!” voice loud and riled, “You are so fine! From your nice smelling hair to your gorgeous smile to your squishy cheeks to your-”

“I’m not sure your opinion counts,” you chuckle wryly, “You seem to believe I’m faultless.”

“Oh you aren’t,” Inosuke quips, fondness in his eye roll, “You can be very annoying,” ignoring your indignant huff, “But you’re definitely more wonderful than you are annoying.”

“That’s… sweet.”

“That’s the first compliment you ever gave me,” he declares proudly, “It suits both of us.”

“I guess it does,” finally wiggling around to meet his gaze, lips hesitant and light as you kiss his clavicle, “Thank you.”

“I got a kiss!” he exclaims, “A special, one-of-a-kind kiss!” the tightening of his arms your only warning before you’re lifted slightly, his joy and devotion carefully spinning you.

Maybe he doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he does know how brightly you shine: how full his life and heart are because you’re seeped into every vein and every crevice — because you glow through his darkest tremors. I wish you knew how special your kisses are as he holds you, bathroom mirror soft with affection as you hand him his toothbrush Minty fresh or garlic bread savory, they’re my favorite part of every day.

“Yor kithes ‘re mahical,” he informs you, toothbrush in mouth, toothpaste dribbling down his chin.

“Oh?” you raise an amused eyebrow, “I’m glad you noticed,” eyes crinkling as you smile, “They’re imbued with my love for you.”

And although the moments ebb and flow, Inosuke’s reminded of how perfectly you scintillate, your brilliance glittering as it drifts warm and slow onto his skin. Special, one-of-a-kind, magical indeed.

“I love your thighs,” Tanjirou grins, muscular frame spooning your legs, adoring eyes peering up at you.

“You’re gonna suffocate down there,” teasingly lowering the blankets till you can barely see him, “Taaanjiiirooou?” letting go of the blankets, “Where did you gooo?”

Cool fingers stroke your shins as he sprinkles your kneecaps with kisses, lump squirming happily when you scratch at his head, I could stay like this forever warm in your hearts.

“You’re so cozy!” he declares, affection audible even through the layers of blankets, “So fuzzy!” nuzzling at your calf.

Uh oh he winces as your legs jolt upward, force clipping the tip of his nose, eyes watering as he quickly resurfaces.

“Did that tickle?” his brow furrows, taking in your suddenly scrunched position, “I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t tickle,” you murmur, avoiding his gaze, cheeks burning as you swath yourself, forehead barely visible.

“Why’re you hiding from me?” amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “You know I didn’t mean to tickle you, and I won’t do it again… unless you want me to?” eyes sparkling as he winks at you.

Instead of your typical quip or declaration of Tickle war!, your body curls further into itself, Tanjirou’s gut clenching at the sour tinge of frustration and shame encroaching on your usual soft scent.

“You know being cozy is a compliment, right?” he asks carefully, “You’re home and heaven to me,” voice quiet, “I can let my guard down when we’re together. We take care of each other.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I don’t mind being cozy.”

 So then why… “What did I say?” not accusing or angry, but gently worried, “How did I hurt you?”

Relief filling his chest when you uncurl a sliver, anxious hands reaching for his—which he happily provides—his skin indented with tiny crescents as you grip firmly.

“I’m… fuzzy?” breaths shallow, tone higher than normal, “What does that mean? Is that okay? Should I go shave? I didn’t think it mattered since I didn’t go anywhere today, but I guess I wasn’t considering your preference,” kicking away the blankets, “Give me five minutes. I’ll shave, and then maybe we could continue-”

“I love you,” Tanjirou interrupts roughly, throat tight at the fear in your stare, “Your body hair is beautiful. Fuzzy is never bad. It’s inviting. Huggable. Sometimes it tickles a little, and sometimes it itches, and I love it. It’s absolutely okay. If you feel like shaving, then shave. If you don’t feel like shaving, then don’t. Where you’re going or what you’re doing doesn’t matter: what matters is how secure and safe you feel — how much you feel like you. My preference? I appreciate you showering every so often,” cracking a wry smile, “But beyond that? I just prefer you,” raising your knuckles to his lips, kissing delicately, “Now do you want to shave, or continue cuddling? Either way, I’m here for you.”

“What on earth?”

“Tengen, don’t give me attitude.”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions!”

You’d smack his bicep if you weren’t so curious and eager for his answer, quiet fear simmering in your stomach, eyes narrowed in what you hope comes across as sly or playful.

“You’re not fooling anyone, least of all yourself,” he sighs, gentle stare bypassing your act in an instant.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter, mouth pursed, eyes closing tightly.

“Are you going to cry?”

“You can be really insensitive,” you huff, wiping harshly at your face, “I mean, look at you!”

“I’m a man of muscle and flashiness. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you snort, gesturing wildly at his hair, his torso, his legs, “You’re tall and handsome and charming and-”

“And I choose to love you,” hands catching your wrists, tenderly tucking your hands into his sternum, “There is no competition between us. If I’m enough for you, then I trust in you. Do you not trust in me?”

Swallowing thickly, you exhale loudly, frustration building in your voice, “That- That isn’t the point! Of course you’re enough for me! You’re YOU!”

“I think that’s exactly the point,” as he steps closer to you, “How do you think you’re enough for me?” breath blowing warm on your hair, “By not being you?”

“Stop speaking in riddles! I DON’T KNOW. I don’t know how I’m enough for you. Maybe you’re so damn generous that you-”

“I do not pity you,” tone warningly sharp, “I admire you. I appreciate you. I’m in awe of you. And I don’t understand how on earth you could believe otherwise. Do you ignore the bathroom mirror every day? Do my compliments go in one ear and out the other?” urgency digging into your skin, “Does my gratitude mean so little to you?”

Stifling a sob, you shove yourself into Tengen, arms locked around his waist, expression buried in his chest, bitterness coating your tongue. You don’t understand bouncing hollow through your skull; I understand echoing inaudible through his own.

“I apologize for being insensitive,” he murmurs slowly, palms steadying and calm against your back, “I’m sure I upset you whenever I say I’m going to hell, just as I feel upset that I haven’t adequately assured you of my affection toward you — that I haven’t provided the same security that I feel with you, for you,” thumb reaching up to smudge a teardrop as you pull away slightly, “I feel disappointed in myself. Of course, confidence develops most sincerely from within, but I doubt my attitude has helped,” sheepish smile gracing his lips, “I want to build you up. I want you to build yourself up. I want you to feel as loved by me as I do by you.”

“I want that too,” you whisper softly, “It’s so difficult though.”

“And that’s okay,” he chuckles fondly, pecking your nose, “As your muscly, flashy man, I’m more than happy to lift what I can for you, and to cheer you on through whatever I can’t.”

[kitorin]

dear stranger.

in which, itoshi rin is terrible at keeping promises.

contents. itoshi rin x reader, hurt no comfort (just not from rin himself), childhood friends, unrequited feelings (implied), reader is a year older than rin, a bit of isagi x reader at the end, all word vomit it's past 1 am cut me some slack

a/n. kinda short since my recent fics were so long and i need a break (i have more planned anyways)

For as long as you can remember, Itoshi Rin has always been there.

You were two peas in a pod; inseparable, possessing a bond that no one could ever replicate. You've known each other since birth, and your mothers had been best friends even before you were born.

All four seasons and all year long, you were together. Winter was composed of snow fights, snoozing inside of a kotatsu, with a cup of hot chocolate. Gasping while pointing at the gorgeous cherry blossoms blooming in the spring, eagerly trying to catch the petals dancing with the wind. Splashing and kicking up water at the beach with each other, enjoying refreshing watermelon as you both bask within the warmth of the sunlight. Admiring the crimsons, saffron and golds of Autumn, giggling at the satisfying crunch of leaves lying on the pavement.

Playdates or sleepovers, either way you were both over the moon. Screaming with joy and playing together all day, later scheming to stay up all night to whisper each other every secret (all while making sure Sae sleeps undisturbed), only to pass out an hour or two later.

He's the reason why your childhood was so warm, overflowing with happy memories, the mere thought of him engulfing with you warmth.

You didn't go to the same preschools and daycares, yet you were still each other's bestfriend, and it was going to stay that way forever, if you did start primary a bit earlier than him.

"Mama what do you mean Rin won't come to school?!" The weather perfectly suited your mood, rain hammering against the roof and windows. Five year old you pouted, refusing to believe what you and his mother just announced. In protest you slammed the table, standing up.

"y/n, calm down. Rin's still going to primary as well. Just not at your school." Your mum orders you to sit down, and you obey reluctantly, as she continues throwing ingredients into the hot pot.

"But why?" A disappointed whine leaves your lips. "I want to learn more with Rinnie."

"It's okay." Rin's mother pats your hair, moving it out of your face to prevent it getting into your food. "You'll still be best friends, your mother and I didn't go to the same one either. We even grew up in different towns."

"But I want Rin at my school." Your mum sighs at how stubborn you were being.

"y/n I'll still be your bestfriend, I always will no matter what."

"But what if you find someone else." Your voice begins breaking, and your mother panics as she senses a mental breakdown, noticing early tears beginning to accumulate on your lash line.

Rin holds out his pinky. "I promise! We'll be together until we grow-, no, for the rest of our lives."

You intertwine his pinky with yours, it's so warm and soft, and his dedication makes you grin. "Promise! You're not allowed to break it."

"I swear on my life! You're not allowed to either." Both of you break out into a giggle, which earns a proud 'awwww' from your mothers, with hints of relief subtlety thanking Rin for preventing a mental breakdown from you.

That lunch had to be one of your favourites, Rin and his puppy eyes were adorable, even if his 'promise' lacked honesty and truth.

"Rin." No answer.

"Riiiin." Still no answer.

"Itoshiiii?"

He finally responds. "What?"

"Get off your phone. Talk to me." You frown, wondering what was so interesting that he'd avoid talking to you entirely, despite coming over to your house. So far all he did was remain seated in your chair, eyes focused onto the screen.

"No. It's important. 't's for an upcoming game." He doesn't even look away from his phone.

"Is it stressful? Do you want to talk about i-?"

"Shush."

You don't bother pushing the conversation, if he'd choose it over you it must've been a significant match. You spend the rest of your time reading a book, occasionally glancing at Rin.

Nothing happened.

"So, how's Rin?" Your mother asks before you sleep, doing one last check before heading to her room.

"He's good, really busy with soccer."

"You've been saying that all year. Is soccer all you talk about? What about school? Are his grades alright? How's he adapting to middle school?"

You open your mouth to answer, only to come to a horrible conclusion. You don't know. Rin's the boy you've spent over a decade with, the one who knows everything about you and you know everything about him.

Yet you can't say anything about him, aside for his dedication to soccer, which is something anyone could tell about him.

"Oh yeah! He gets along really well with his teammates, he's doing well." Before your mum suspects anything, you hastily lie, something that's not unrealistic nor concerning enough for your mother to feel the need to check. You force a yawn, hoping your mum stops asking and goes to sleep soon.

Your strategies work, as she quickly wishes you good night, leaving your room. Now you're free to start worrying.

'You've been saying that all year' now that you're finally taking it into consideration, she's right.

Because there's quite literally nothing else to tell her.

You're trying to count, trying to count how many hangouts resulted in him being glued to his phone, only stopping when your parents announce dinner.

Suddenly your lip's quivering, and anxiety blurs your vision as you feel tears gathering in your eyes.

It's still unknown to you why it's taken you forever to notice, but it's like a truck driving into you; heavy and brutal. Now that you've thought about it, you haven't properly hung out in forever, all he does is do something soccer related.

You understand having a passion. Not his cold treatment towards you, the one that was supposed to be his bestfriend.

It's just temporary, a middle school team can't even compare or come close. Rin's current behaviour was merely an attempt to adjust to middle school life, give it a year or two then you'll go back to laughing all day and building sandcastles.

"Seriously? She did that?" Rin's mum almost yells, shocked at the events recounted by your mother.

"Shhhh. Rin's sleeping."

"Poor thing... must be tired from training all the time."

You walk into the conversation halfway, blanket in hand, making your way to Rin's resting figure on the bean bag.

Gosh, he looks stunning.

His defined jaw, long eyelashes adorning his face, his bangs which rested right above his eyes, everything about him looked perfect, even if he was sleep. Even his lips look kissable in this state. You ignore that thought and carry on with what you were doing.

You're gentle and careful, ensuring you don't move the bean bag and draping your blanket over him. There's concern clouding your heart, the other day only his mum came over, apparently he had stayed home to sleep all day. You prayed his sleep schedule was okay, as you went to join your mum.

"C'mon eat more." Rin's mum smiles, she completely contrasts Rin, warm and welcoming. "Thank you for always being so nice to him. You're only a year old yet you're so much more mature. He's really lucky to have you."

If only Rin thought that. If only this 'friendship' continued because of him, instead of the close friendship between your mothers.

Your attempts to figure out what happened were fruitless, almost instantly being dismissed.

If only soccer didn't take over his life, no, if only you had stuck together during your education.

You feel so foolish, the overwhelming guilt strangling you won't go away, not even both of your mothers believe you're still bestfriends, little do they know Rin doesn't see you that way anymore. You're now essentially just strangers now,

If only he kept that stupid pinky promise.

"So Rin was that kind of person." Yoichi hums, still staring at the picture that was hidden in your desk. It's the two of you during the peak of what was supposed to be an eternal friendship, where you had an arm tightly wrapped around him. Even over a decade later you see it as a way to rub salt into the wound.

"Yeah." It wasn't easy but you ended up explaining you and Rin to your boyfriend, Yoichi. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fighting the urge to cry. Merely talking about him replicates the pain of that night, when you realized how truly meaningless you are to him.

"Hey." He's quick to notice your discomfort, wrapping his arms around you, lovingly patting your back. "It's okay." He whispers in your ear.

"It's not your fault."

That's what made you lose it, a choked cry and tears now streaming down your cheeks.

All this time you've been questioning if you were ever worth loving, all because someone who claimed to stay by your side forever disappeared so easily.

"It's okay, everything's okay." He continues to repeat. "I'm right here, okay? Let it all out. I'm not going anywhere."

You cling onto him, like a child. It was almost embarrassing to behave this way, weeping over someone who's probably forgotten you by now.

"'m sorry- I shouldn't be upse-"

"No. Don't treat yourself like that." Yoichi refuses to listen to anything negative about you, and that includes anything self deprecating. He carries you to your bed, placing you down gently, and joining you. Yoichi peppers you with light kisses, warmth ghosting over your face.

And he's right. You had every right to be hurt to this day. He was your bestfriend, your other half, and Rin himself took that all away from you heartlessly. The least he could've done was at least express that he wanted nothing to do with you.

"I promise you, I'm going to destroy him during our next game. I don't care if we're on the same team, I'm scoring more goals than him no matter what. No one deserves to treat you like that." Yoichi goes for a deeper kiss this time, rough, calloused hands cupping your cheeks. "Don't even think about saying you weren't good enough for Rin. You're perfect." Even after pouring your heart out and bawling because of it, you can't help but smile.

You're finally coming to terms with it, that the Rin who you'd play tag with along the graceful shores of Kamakura, was now a mere stranger to you, one that you'll hold dear to your heart.

tagging. @kiyumiya

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[redriotinggg]

Straw Hats reunion on Sabaody except SanUso are a couple and Sanji came back as a transwoman (shoutout Iva!). [read on ao3]

Usopp sees Sanji and his heart stops beating. He had imagined a million ways their reunion might go, and this was one of them, but he never thought it would ever become a reality. It's Sanji, beautiful as ever. The same but so different. Usopp looks at Sanji and is mesmerized by her shiny, long blonde hair as it cascades over her shoulders. He's enchanted by her artful makeup and the way her goatee has filled out, now complimented by some hair on her upper lip. Those lips, so full and tinted with a rouge gloss that stains the cigarette clenched between her teeth. She's got on a suit just like usual and her legs are long like usual but now she's got curvy hips and--Usopp chokes--boobs!! Sanji is so beautiful and looks so happy and Usopp cannot contain his joy or lust upon seeing her exist as her true self.

Speaking of lust, Sanji absolutely loses it when she sees Usopp. She's overwhelmed by the way Usopp is looking at her. She hadn't expected disgust from her boyfriend because he is sunshine incarnate and knew she was trans before she'd admit it to herself. But to have him look at her with such obvious pride drives her crazy. If that wasn't enough, she has to deal with the fact that the past two years have been extremely kind to Usopp. Her boyfriend is fucking hot now. He was adorable before, but now he is sexy, with his biceps and pecs and abs and back and smile and confidence and-

Sanji wakes up with a groan, squinting against the harsh sunlight. Warmth floods her chest at the sound of a familiar chuckle.

"Well, nice to see you, too."

Sanji realizes she's now lying down on the grassy deck of the Sunny. She groans again, realizing that she probably passed out--possibly from blood loss. Someone has got their arms around her, holding her up. Not just anyone. It's the object of her affection and the reason for her current state.

Sanji closes her eyes, squeezing them tight. Her body shakes as Usopp laughs.

"Oh, not so nice to see me after all?"

"More like it's too nice. If I look at you I'll definitely pass out again," Sanji admits. A moment later, she takes a chance to peek anyway. She gets an eyeful of Usopp's thick, muscled chest and shuts them again. Nope, nope! She can't handle it. She rests her head on that chest, relishing the way her whole body moves with his as he laughs again. Her wraps his arms around her and she feels safe.

"Nice to know that that part of you hasn't changed," Usopp teases. The softness of his voice as he utters his next words has Sanji's heart beating wildly in her chest. "But so much of you has changed. And I'd love to see it. Will you let me?"

"You can look at me if my eyes are closed," Sanji tries to argue.

"Yeah, but it's not the same. Please, Sanji? For me? I've waited two long years to be with you again."

Damn it all. Damn, Usopp and his sweet words. Damn, Sanji for being so weak for Usopp and double damn the sniper for being unshamed to use that fact to his advantage. Sanji loves him so much.

Using all of her courage and finding all of her self-control, Sanji opens her eyes and finds Usopp's.

Usopp's eyes have the same joyful, curious sparkle they always have and Sanji blushes as they look at her with wonder and amazement. Usopp runs his hand over her hair oh-so-gently, appreciating its feel and length. Sanji still has half of her face hidden, but now, her long bangs fall over her right eye. She is perfect in every way and Usopp doesn't know what to do with all the love pent up to bursting from inside him.

He also doesn't know what to do about the embarrassment that fills him as Sanji sits up and gazes at him just as intently. Her hands run over all the muscles he worked hard to obtain during their time away. She twirls her fingers through his long, curly hair and brushes them over his soul patch. She smiles at him and he can do nothing but smile back.

"You're so beautiful," the lovers say in unison. They laugh together, and unable to wait any longer, they finally seal their reunion with a kiss.

"Get a room!" Zoro and Nami yell from the sidelines. The navigator scoffs and the swordsman rolls his eye when they're met with two middle fingers courtesy of the couple still engaged in a lip lock.

They'll let it slide this time. It's a celebration, after all.

[sreyaya]

Ey so I have a Norton smut idea teehee :333

So I wanna req a short smut drabble with Norton's skin Infernal Sin where he worships the reader (preferably gn)

Pls I'm this desperate to see someone write a damn demon going all soft and puppy eyed to a human hhehshhebebhdhehehe

In the Shadows

Infernal Sin!Fool's Gold x gn!Reader NSFW

Content Warning: praising/worship, warm warm warm sex, 600 words, MDNI

(A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQ! I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FG!NORTON BUT I HOPE U ENJOY ANON~ (tried making reader as GN as possible))

smut under the cut!

Everyone was aware of him, his relentless demeanor sending shivers down everyone’s spine. Norton Campbell, no– not that Norton, Fool’s Gold. His mysterious face, body covered in molten lava of anger and heavy wounds casing his body, releasing red flames that erupted with hatred and malice. Even in frequent matches, he lets no one off his hook, a good hunter supposedly.

But it was all different for you, the only person he ever tolerated, adored, devoted himself to. Down the manor halls to the bedroom, he melted under your touch, feeling warmth in his hollow heart. Someone he could finally call his treasure, someone he had been longing for so long. He adored you more than anything else, the one and only, and he knew that all too well.

“You take it so well, treasure. Looking divine as ever,” he cooed, slowly caressing your hair, his eyes drinking in the sight of your already sobbing face as he inched more and more inside.

He was slow with you, why would he hurt his one and only treasure? After a long day of hunting, all he wanted was cuddles and time with his pride and joy, his gold. Releasing low grunts every now and then, his rough palms curving on your cheeks slowly as he entered even deeper, satisfied by how you took him so well.

“So warm for me, just can’t ever get enough of you,” he murmured, admiring every inch of your body as if it was a sacred finding, something he had longed for so long. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, earnest melody for his chaotic mind.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling the texture of his eccentric golden decorations that made him more captivating. Clenching every inch of him inside, you stared at his face ever so deeply, feeling slightly bummed out that his mask covered his handsome face regardless of what it was missing. It felt like as if the world had stopped for the both of you, everything was flawless tonight.

“I adore you too much, my diamond,” he whispered, thrusting languidly once. “You’re so perfect to me, I always wonder why you’d even look my way when everyone does differently,” he continued, not breaking the eye contact you both had. “And when you call my name ever so sweetly, I'm done for,” he said before kissing you deeply.

His crimson wound emitted light and warmth around the both of you. What usually tormented him throughout the nights finally made him feel warm with you. He had always appreciated all these slow nights just being next to you, just the two of you, as he kept himself warm inside, feeling fulfilled more than anything.

“You drive me insane, baby, the way you do everything, you’re so perfect for me,” he groaned, thrusting in one last time before coming undone inside you, his seed filling you slowly. His flames dimmed by the second, his demonic eyes glowing softly under the faintly lit room.

Norton was happy, genuinely happy, a rare emotion that he had almost forgotten existed. In your embrace, he found a serenity that had always slipped away from him, a peace that wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. Your gentle touch, your soothing voice, and the love in your eyes were all he needed to remind him that he was more than just a monster, more than just a hunter feared by all.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Five: A Night of Great Love

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping. More beneath the cut as usual. Also just a heads-up, this one's got spoice so it will be slightly nsfw (nothing too explicit but like, it's there).

The title says it all for this one (did I go soft? maybe a little bit don't look at me). Here we go!

Comte: We’re finally alone.  [KISS SOUND] Now you’re all mine…for putting up with it…I’d like you to praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room. From now on I’ll be doing away with the gentleman’s facade…and I’ll spoil you rotten. …I won’t hide it anymore. My feelings for you, my love, my instincts as a man…

What a way to start this track out like thanks I'm already inches from having my way with him, sweet words be damned.

"Praise me for not touching you until we got back to our room." DISAGREE YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN GROPING--

Mn [KISSES]…come now…say it. I told you long before what my name was… …That’s right. Good girl. My name, Abel, means void/emptiness… When my eternal life was at its most unbearable, I wondered at what an ironic name it was.  But now, when you say my name…I get the strangest feeling, one I’ve never felt before. At the very least, it feels more important/meaningful than before.

It seemed out of the question that I could ever love my name. …You changed everything. Not just my name. The meaning of the word eternity and future, and the joy of loving someone…you’ve taught me all the happiness of being loved. …So you must accept mine in return. Accept what? Of course��my love-- -----

These are all things that were revealed in the main story route, so nothing really new here. Love the good girl bit tho and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 "You've taught me all the happiness of being loved." AND I WILL FOREVER MUAH MUAH ABEL

(KISS SOUND) Tonight I intend to make you call my name until your voice is hoarse/wretched… (MORE KISSES) About vampires…no, I’ll teach you all about men. (why not BOTH--) I’ll teach you every pleasure you don’t know. There’s no need for fear, all you have to do is leave everything to me. Haah (KISSES MANY OF THEM)…everywhere I touch you, you react so sweetly… Sweet, gorgeous, and dense like a noble flower…it makes me want to steal you for my own right away…

Love that my only protest to all of this is "who says you're the only one gonna be doing any touching" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I waited nearly three years for you Abel don't try me rn

Also I know that last line is a bit strange, but that's about as much as I could decipher--it was one of those trickier lines that seemed to have a kind of metaphorical/idiomatic element to it. I think it might be speaking to the larger metaphor in Ikevamp of humans being like flowers who either wither or are eternally preserved basically, not unlike her wedding gift to him.

If I were to bite you here and now…in exchange for that momentary pain, you would know unimaginable pleasure. …What’s with that expectant gaze? Are you testing me? …What a naughty woman you are, to stir up a vampire--and a pureblood, no less. Are you…sure you’re ready for an endless life and endless pleasure? …Mn…haah (KISSES) …It’s all right. I don’t really want to bite you. …I just wanted to give you a little lesson on how dangerous it can be to toy with a vampire.

Respectfully MC is a stronger woman than me, if he pulled this shit on me I'd be a vamp tomorrow, we are not the same. Although in fairness I do appreciate that he respects her hesitation

(KISSES) Mn…ah…that was such…a cute sound you just made… Every time we kiss, you just get rosier and sweeter…Seriously, how far do you plan to test my limits before you’re satisfied? I’m burning up…I want to make love to you, be so deep inside you (and melt away)… Mn (KISSES)…ha…ah, the sweet scent is getting stronger… If we go on like this, I’m not sure I can play around much longer…I feel like I’m losing my mind. …You shouldn’t let a foolish man like me take advantage of you any further. For now, I’ll accept just this much.

Okay but like. Can we talk about that last line in the former bit and the first one in this bit because. MC do we have a kink for Comte being a little dark and sexy vampire hours? Because YEET SAME AAAAAAAAAAA

Consider me well and seduced, v hot for me 👀💅🏼 Although asjkhldgldsjhg this highkey makes me want to tease him so badly, he just seems so reactive

That last line I think was supposed to be an extension of the self-deprecation from the last track, and tbh it made me v sad :< don't fret Comte, I'm here because I wanna be ;-; nothing wrong with being a little needy

…I want you…I really want you…I mean it. …Touch me, and see for yourself. …You know what I mean, don’t you? My heart is racing, desperate for you. Unable to resist every flagrant urge, I take the woman I love… The more I touch your smooth skin, the more difficult it becomes to resist that pleasure… That’s why it’s so hard for me to hold back. 

Like. If I try to describe how this makes me feel all I'm gonna do is bark, so I'm just gonna spare y'all that--

Also dying at that bit where he goes "touch me and see for yourself" because. Come on. We all know what we were thinking. And he was like "See? My heart's racing" I BET IT IS, COMTE. I BET. IT. IS. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

So now…mn…ahhh…haah… (I cannot convey to you the overwhelming eroticism of this voiced **cough** moaned **cough** line. It must be heard to be known and felt. --R.I.P Minnie, 2023) Instead of biting you, I’ll leave a sign of my desire here on your neck. …When we became lovers, you told me that you didn’t mind being beside me, even if I was hesitant. Trying to choose the right future, worrying until the last minute. Because if I do bite you, sink my fangs into this delicate flesh and grant you lifetimes…it’s something that only takes an instant. The moment I make up my mind, I can turn you right here and right now. To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me. But right now…I want to forget about the flow of eternity and indulge in happiness with you. …This time, let me give you a gentle kiss. (KISS) Mn…Even if I can suppress the bloodlust, I can’t hold back my love for you any longer. Tonight, I want to know every part of you more deeply than ever… I want to be deep inside you…I want us to seek each other and to make you mine. (GET IT TIGER) The night is still long. I’ll give you as much as you want, so that you don’t even have a moment to breathe.

More barking, also -> "To be with the woman I love whom I found in eternity, and to make her eternal with me…there is no sweeter temptation for me." this is what hope looks like. I'm gonna tell my kids this was the twilight saga KIDDING but fr 🙏🏼 my hopes and dreams epitomized.

[nestypewriter]

Unexpected Journey

[Male! Ryoba x FEMreader]

{Warning ⚠️: yandere tendency, emotional manipulation}

[Disclaimer: I want to emphasize that I do not endorse or support this type of behavior. This content is purely for entertainment purposes.]

Inspired by the basement tape #10 in yandere simulator

The afternoon light streamed through the window as you absentmindedly brushed your hair. Your vanity was cluttered with skincare and makeup, but your attention was drawn to a box of VHS tapes that was peaking out of the bed, each triggering a wave of unsettling memories.

You set the brush down, compelled by an unseen force, and opened the box. Inside, the tapes evoked dread. At the top, a forgotten tape recorder beckoned, your fingers instinctively finding its buttons.

Unbeknownst to you, a shadowy figure approached the door, and your mind went blank as you mindless slide across the buttons on the tape recorder before stopping at the red record button.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling you. Your trembling hand accidentally triggered the record button. You quickly spun around to see your husband, Ryoba, wearing a mischievous grin.

"Oh, my apologies, darling. Did I startle you?" he asked playfully, breaking into laughter.

You stood up, your voice quivering. "I-it's just that you caught me off guard, dear," you stammered, cursing your own nervousness.

"I'm sorry, love. After all these years, you're still so easily frightened," he said as he approached you, his affection strangely twisted "But I do love that about you" he purred.

Before you could pull away from his embrace, his grip tightened, and he noticed the open box, a sly smile forming. "What do we have here?" he inquired. "Are you reminiscing about our early days?" he added, looking at you for confirmation.

You nodded, not wanting to provoke his anger. He smiled with genuine joy and pulled you closer. "Ah, you're so adorable, my sweet," he murmured before stepping back slightly, still holding you.

"So.., what got you so excited, dear?" you ventured, your curiosity piqued. "I'm so glad you asked," he exclaimed. "You see, I just encountered someone I haven't seen in decades—actually, it's the first time he's seen ME in decades."

"Who are you talking about?" you inquired, your curiosity growing. Ryoba's grip on you tightened. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" he said, though his smile appeared forced. "Don't worry, darling. No one will ever take my beloved wife away from me," he declared, nuzzling your cheek.

"No one would ever dream of it, dear..." you sighed, the mystery of the encounter still gnawing at you.

"So, who did you see today?" you pressed, studying his face. "Oh, I'll tell you on our way to the airport," he replied, evading your question.

"Airport!?" you exclaimed, seeking more information, but he remained elusive. Instead, he kissed your lips and announced: "That's right, dear. Pack your bags, sweetheart! We're going to America!" he declared, leaving you in shock.

"We can't do that!" you protested, refusing to believe his words. "What about your job?" you questioned, but he simply smiled. "Don't fret, my dear. I've already spoken to my boss, and he was VERY understanding," he explained. You nodded, though still dissatisfied. "How long will we be gone?" you asked, hoping it wouldn't be too long. "I'm not sure, darling. It all depends on how quickly I can track him," he said, gazing upward with wonder.

Frustration built up inside you, and you clenched your fists. "And what about our daughter? Tomorrow is her first day of high school," you reminded him, unwilling to leave her alone.

"Well, if she takes after her dear old father, then she have absolutely no problem whatsoever in taking care of herself !" he chattered, leaving you in shock. "Oh, I hope she meets someone special! It would be delightful if she had a boyfriend by the time we return!" he continued, but you muttered, "I hope not."

Ryoba's keen ears caught your murmur. "What was that, darling?" he inquired, eager to hear. You feigned innocence. "Nothing, sweetie."

He clapped his hands together. "No more dilly-dallying, my love! We must get ready," he urged, but you had a different idea. "What if... you go alone, and I'll stay to take care of Ayano while you deal with this..." you proposed, but your husband clearly disapproved.

In an instant, he grabbed your arms, pulling you closer. "Do you think I would allow that?" he chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours. "I'm not a fool, darling," he said, his grip tightening, his fingers digging in, surely will leave bruises. "You will come with me,

No. Matter. What," he threatened, and you nodded, fearfully submitting. His face reverted to its gleeful expression as he kissed your forehead and released his tight hold.

"Let's get ready, shall we?" he suggested, looking to you for agreement. "Let me prepare dinner for Ayano before we leave," you requested, glancing at the floor, dreading his reaction. Suddenly, you found yourself enveloped in a warm hug. "You're such a caring mother," he cooed, planting kisses all over your face.

You tapped his back, signaling for him to ease up, which he did, and you finally broke free from his embrace. "Certainly, darling, but make it quick; we have a flight to catch!" he exclaimed, departing from the room to retrieve something.

With a sigh, you turned your attention back to the box and noticed the tape recorder was still recording. "Oh, it's still on; I must have accidentally hit record," you mumbled, then sighed again. "I hope you never discover these, Ayano," you whispered before pressing the stop button and carefully tucking the box away beneath the bed.

As you rose and headed towards the kitchen, you decided to prepare a large meal that would last for quite some time, at least a week for ayano. After all, who knew what lay ahead on this unexpected journey to America?

This is one for you (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡ @flipu5

[someone1348]

My first Hunter X Hunter Fic! I'm so excited!

This show/anime means so much to me, It's my favorite! I've re-watched it so many times lmao! Anyway!

I'm so happy to be sharing this with you all and of course we have to start with my favorite angels 😇

The people in this: Ler!Killua, Lee!Gon

Tw: none this is adorable! (This is a tickle fic so if you are uncomfortable with that I don't suggest reading! :])

I hope you all enjoyyy!!

-K <3

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A Bad Case of Boredom

It's been about two weeks since Gon and Killua arrived back to Whale Island, the place where Gon grew up with his wonderful aunt Mito and grandmother. Things were going great! Killua adjusted to the new environment nicely and rather quickly too! Aunt Mito was very welcoming, and he really enjoyed staying with them.

They had been exploring and mainly spent their time outside, but today was the kind of day that Gon dreaded the most. It was pouring rain outside. Gon loved the rain, yes, it did great things for the grass and the wildlife. However, he hated being forced to stay inside because of it. He was used to nature, running around the open feilds, climbing trees and overall being free. The rain restricted all of that which brings us to the present.

Gon sighed as his legs bounced up and down on the floor as they hung over the side of his bed. Killua, who had been trying to meditate, looked over gently at the greenette with one eye open before he too sighed and turned to face him,

"What's wrong Gon?" He asked both concerned and curious

"The rain"

"The rain?" Killua cocked an eyebrow, now more confused than before

"We can't go outside, I love the benefits the rain gives for nature, but I hate being stuck inside with nowhere to go and nothing to do!" He complained as he flopped back onto his bed dramatically.

'Ah' Killua thought to himself before he slightly smiled "There's plenty to do inside Gon, for starters you could meditate with me and practice your ten"

That comment earned another sigh from the enhancer

"Alright fine, hmm" the white haired boy sat in thought as he tried to think of ways to entertain his best friend, a single raindrop hit the windowsill when it clicked in Killuas mind, his signature cat like smirk spread across his features as he sat up and hovered over Gon,

"I have the perfect idea~"

Gon shoot up in excitement as he looked at Killua with bright eyes

"Really?!"

Killua only smiled brighter as he nodded "Yep! It's your favorite" his voice got a little deeper towards the end of his sentence which made Gon gulp and giggle a little as he scooted backwards on his bed until he hit the headboard gently.

"Kihillua?"

Killua smirked again before he pounced onto his best friend. The two started a mini wrestling match, rolling around on the green covers, giggling their heads off before anything happened yet as they both tried to get the upper hand. Gon knew what Killua's intentions were, he sensed it in his aura and with knowing him that well, and with his boredom he was more excited than ever for this moment, but he was stubborn too and was not going down that easily.

"Give it up Gon!"

"Never!"

"Fair enough, you asked for it" Gon had the upper hand as they spoke, but Killua quickly swipped the tips of his fingers over Gon's side as Gon's arms wobbled out from under him and he fell onto Killuas chest. Killua smiled and, with one quick motion, turned Gon onto his back, holding his arms above his head with one hand as he sat over his hips.

"Someone wanted tickles huh Gon?~" he teased as Gon's cheeks flushed a quiet pink

"How did you figure it out?!"

"It was easy, one, I know you, and two, you would've never gone down that quickly otherwise~"

Gon looked away with a playful smile before they both giggled together.

"Are you ready Gon?~" he smirked as he wiggled his fingers just inches above Gon's stomach

"Kihihilluaaaaa!" Gon complained through his giggles as his legs bounced gently behind him, this time with joy

"Fihinneee Tickle Tickle Tickleee~" He smiled brightly as he let go of Gon's hands and darted them over to pinch and scribble all over his sides

"KIhihilluahaha! ThaHahat TihiHickles!" Gon squeaked and wiggled as much as he could but made no real effort to fight it

"That's the point idiot, plus your giggles are too cute, so what's the problem?~" He spoke so nonchalantly it made Gon question to himself what was worse, that or his tease voice

"NohoHo FaHaHair!" His laughter picked up the pace as Killua moved his fingers up to his ribs, making sure he got all of the in-between spots, leaving no spot untickled. Gon arched his back a little as he tried to lightly push at Killuas' hands.

"You know Gon, you got seriously injured back at Hevean's arena, I should make sure you still have all of your ribs" Killua dragged his fingers back down his ribs as Gon giggled out an excuse,

"NOhoHo! KihihilluaAhA! I heHealed! ReHehember?!"

"Hmm, I don't remember. A thorough checkup is in order, and since Leorio isn't here to do it, I guess it's up to me! Don't worry, Gon, this won't hurt a bit~" Killua smiled again as he skittered up and down the length of his ribs before starting from the bottom and going up slowly tracing each individual rib while he counted.

"Oneeee, Twoooooo, Threeeee, Foooourrr, Fivveee- hmm? What's this?~" Killua paused as he found a particularly ticklish rib on Gon's left side, where he got injured previously thanks to Geto,

"I think getting hit with that spinning top made this rib more ticklish then the others"

"WohAHAhAh!-" Gon snorted gently as he broke out into more genuine laughter as Killua scribbled and gently scratched over that rib alone "KiHIHIhilLUAHaHa!"

"Woah! You snorted! Haha do it again!"

"NOHoHo!"

"Fine, have it your way" Killua shrugged before his hands quickly made their way down to his stomach, going right under the light fabric of Gon's black tank top

"AHAHAHA KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"And why not?~ doesn't it tickle? I'm confused"

"YEHEHES! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES ALOHOHOT! THAHAT'S WHY!"

"That's a good thing gigglebug"

Gon's face turned bright red as the kicking got faster as he tried to curl up on himself but couldn't

"Ohhhh I think I get it now, this is your tickle spot!" Killua spoke as if this was completely new information, causing Gon to groan a little at his antics

"KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA!"

"Yes Gon?~"

"HAHAHAHA!" Gon threw his head back in genuine laughter which made Killua giggle a little before he took a deep breath and blew a gaint raspberry directly into his bellybutton

"AHAHA KIHIHILLUAHAHAHA IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"

"Okahay okay!" He gently got off of him and patted his arm "you okay, Gon?"

"Haha YEAH!" He tackled Killua in a hug "You're the best Killua!"

"You're so embarrassing" He scoffed as he smiled as he hugged him back.

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I had a blast making this! It's definitely different from what I've done before but I hope you all enjoyedd I loved writing it!

Have an amazing day, evening, or night everyone! You truly deserve it! You are loved, you are valid, you are appreciated, and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[bitchlessdino]

Guilty Pleasure Pt.4 (Finale)

Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: situationship!mingyu, roommate au, mentions of insecurities, angst, pining (mutual and one sided), suggestive language and content, weddings, mentions infidelity, breakups, acceptance, and forgiveness, marking, mutual handjobs, cunnilingus did i spell that right

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: so I have no idea how any of you will react to think, it took a very different turn than what I had in mind originally but maybe that's a good thing and maybe there'll be a spin-off or and alt. ending

Chapter list

4 years later

You lay a kiss on your now husband’s lips, smiling against his kiss. You feel pure joy as he wraps his arm around your waist, the cheering sound of engaged excitement muffed through your locked gazes. You fingered through his styled hair, seeing how elated to have his partner for life, and you feel tears well up in your eyes. 

“I love you,” you whisper softly.

“I love you too,” he says back.

You run the aisle, hand in hand, your family and closed ones clapping and following behind, quickly moving the ceremony to the reception close by, making a feast of the happiest day of your life. You see the faces of the guests for the first time today, their happy faces meet yours when you greet them during dinner, and finally, you stop by one table. A familiar man stands up to greet you in your collection of mutual friends smiling sincerely, although you probably didn’t deserve it, and you accept his gesture to embrace graciously.

“You look beautiful, Y/n. Congratulations.”

You hook your chin under his shoulder. “Thank you, Mingyu. And thank you for coming, so glad to have you here.”

“Of course.”

He takes his time to greet the groom, hugging him the way he did you, whispering to him how beautiful everything is and how you’re both so lucky. You feel yourself about to cry again and are held by your husband as support. He laces his fingers through yours, kissing your temple and making you feel warmer than you already did inside.

This was truly everything you wanted. Everything up to this moment lead to this and it was wonderful. There was not a thing you were regretful about.

4 years back

You told Mingyu that day you were caught. You fell for Jihoon hard the moment you heard his voice. It was airy, delicate, and sometimes empty. Like he had a void meant to be filled. You wanted to be a part of him. You admire and respect him, it made your physical attraction to him come out just as easy. 

You could sleep with Mingyu all you wanted and as amazing as he is, your infatuation for his roommate would not grow legs and walk away. You couldn’t find yourself returning the feelings that he had and it didn’t feel right to continue the supposed relationship you two had together since feelings were no longer mutual. Or were they ever mutual to begin with?

You made a habit of not going to their apartment anymore. Jihoon had blocked you off from every possible social media and messaging app, not wanting to confront you or his feelings. You probably deserved that. You had more than an inkling of your true feelings but you didn’t act on them right away and you hurt people in the process. You hurt Mingyu, you probably hurt Jihoon, and you’ve hurt yourself with any chance to have a genuine connection with someone.

You did a lot of self-reflection, paired up with some isolation, it was thought to do you some good. Breathing exercises became your best friend along with crying. It was in that time of mourning of potential happiness, you realized you still had the shirt you took from Jihoon; the one he let you borrow and smelled just like him, especially when you felt alone.

You couldn’t keep it, nor could you throw it away, so fate gifted an excuse.

You store it away in a tote and get ready to see his face again. Before even a foot out the door, you meet eyes with the person that happens to be on the other side. His pupils dilated, fist paused mid-air and a mouth open agape for the sheer shock of the door opening without warning.

“Jihoon, what are you doing here?” 

He places his hand by his side, dusting his pants off subconsciously. “I…wanted to talk to you.”

“Did Mingyu tell you where I live?”

“I…may have looked through his phone?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “To find me? That sounds unlike you.”

“Well, I’m doing a lot of things I never imagined myself doing.”

You softly chuckle, hearing your heart race in your ears, “So, what are you doing here?”

He looks back at you wary, wondering if it was a mistake he was here, but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He doesn’t waste a second longer and enters your home, holding a hand against your cheek and meeting your lips courageously for the first time. His touch was hot and passionate, claiming them without a guilty conscience, and presses himself against you. He takes his time parting, watching your eyes cautiously, waiting for you to react.

You blink back up at him, stunned, your hands shaking, your mind thinking that you’d never feel the pressure of his lips again. You hastily close the door behind him and press him against the wood. You loop your arms around his neck, massaging your lips against one another, and Jihoon couldn’t have felt more relieved. Your clumsy feet guide him through the floor plan, which he quickly follows, not paying mind how unfamiliar he was in a foreign apartment as his fingers play with your hair. It comes with bumping into corners, both your giggles escaping between kisses, and you can’t help but feel impatient, now roughly tugging him in the right direction.

Your steps lead him to your bedroom, letting him crawl over your body without breaking the liplock, and you force his hips to meet yours. Your knee ponders at his inseam, nudging it so slightly. He softly chuckles, stroking your hair softly before pulling away from your lips. 

“So…needy…” he says between breaths.

“Just for you…” You grin.

He carelessly peels off his shirt, exposing the body you’ve seen once in real life but every other night in your dream, and makes you take his hand. You watch how it travels from his pectoral muscles down to his sculpted abdomen, which you savored every second of, and further down the top of his pants. Your fingers linger at the metal button, his grip wrapped around your wrist firmly.

You help him haphazardly, taking down the zipper, and helping him shrug off his pants to abandon them on the floor. He returns the favor, stripping you as he travels his lips over your collarbone and chest. You run your hands down his body, cupping his cock and letting it grow in your hand. 

His teeth noticeably catch his bottom lip, grinding in your grasp, groaning beautifully against your skin as he marks you. You thumb over his tip, a thin film of his precut coating its pad, before continuing in full strokes. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

His fingers find home between your legs, sliding two digits along your slit and letting them get swallowed up inside. A small moan erupts from you, staggering your hands' pace and Jihoon takes advantage of that to escape your grip and prop his head between your legs. His fingers sink inside you so blissfully as his lips wrap around your entrance, his tongue settling in the taste of your ambrosia.

“F-fuck, Jihoon.”

He stops in his tracks, relishing in how you call out to him, having only imagined in his head until now, before returning with five times the vigor. You lace through his locks, tugging at them anxiously, while your eyes fluttered at the rhythm of his tongue. He laps up your arousal in pure thirst, his hands roaming up to cup around your breasts, rolling the buds between his fingers. His wet, pink muscle thrusts inside you, a vicious layer on its surface, and you cry out how close you are.

“So good…”

Your words went through one ear and out in the other, Jihoon intoxicated to fully respond. You make it clear when twitching your hips you couldn’t hold back any longer, your climax sprays arousal on his cheeks and shoots down his throat, which only encouraged the insatiable man. “S-shit, you’re filthy.”

Replacing his mouth, he brings his hand back to your entrance and lets you taste the work he’s put in. He fucks your warmth with his digits, not giving you a moment to collect yourself, his pelvis feeling you shaking sporadically beneath him. His lips, savory and sweet, defiles your tastebuds and you feel locked in his spell. “Condom.”

“B-bedside drawer.”

He snickers, following your advice and retrieving the condom from the place he was told one would be, wrapping himself up. His eyes meet your longing gaze soon after, pushing your hair behind your ear and delicately placing a kiss on your lips. “You’re really so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy.”

“I’m sorry,” you tease in a hushed tone, suppressing a smile.

“You should be.” His cock lines up with your warmth before it gets swallowed inside you, causing your soft whimpers.

His hand grasps the back end of your waist, pulling you into his lap. Your knees dig into the mattress, legs folding naturally in place, and you sink into his touch almost too easily. Your hands stabilize on his shoulders, locking gazes. “If it’s any consolation. You probably drive me just as crazy.”

He shakes his head dubiously, “I doubt it unless you came in the shirt you keep borrowing like I did thinking of you.”

You give him a smug smile and lean in, lips ghosting over his ear, “Why do you think I wear it so much?”

He scoffs in disbelief, arousal hitting his peak. He grabs you by the back of your head and pushes you against his kiss, tongue running over your lips. “You are crazy.”

He guides your hips, at the same time snapping his up into you. You ride the high, his hands and lips worshiping every patch of skin of your body. Your eyes roll back, moaning his name sweetly as you fell into his submission. He throws you back against the bed, squeezing your flesh harshly, jackhammering himself, groaning out loud enough for others to hear.

He throws slurs in the air, hot sinful streams of white release out of him, which was followed by another one of your orgasms. Your legs anchor around him, pushing him deep up inside you until your visions blur. His body falters, his energy escaping him, and he takes the time to collect himself. He holds your hot naked body against him once he takes care of the used rubber and both your breathing evens out as your muscles lose their tension. You think it’s over, it usually is, but he takes you by surprise by flipping you over on your stomach. You then realize it’d be a long day spent catching up.

One day turned into two, two turned five, five turned into two weeks, and Jihoon is more often at your place than you expect him to be. Some days, he makes a point to sleep over, which was never discouraged, and you were grateful for every second.

You catch him smiling at you while you cook when he should be working on his music. You playfully shoe him away but he doesn’t listen, back hugging you every chance he gets. You feel in heaven. It was the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

4 years later, Wedding Day

The toasts went smoothly, with a few jokes here and there, some stories from your childhood as well his own. Your grip tightens on him every other second or so, thinking to yourself that it was all really happening. You weren’t ever sure that marriage would be in the cards for your future, given that you haven’t made the best decisions in the world, let alone with the best people. All things changed when he came into your life. Like color settling in the sky after rain, a natural phenomenon that gave hope to the world, but in this case your world.

“Let’s give it up for the beautiful couple, shall we? To Y/n and Seungcheol!”

You grin from ear to ear, head hitting his shoulder as you look up at him. He resists ruffling your hair and instead squeezes your cheeks before planting another kiss. His arms come from behind your shoulder, holding you tightly to his side. 

“That’s us.” He giggles.

You come up to kiss him another time, not caring how many people you invite to the event, and lace your fingers through his and the band begins to play. A familiar introduction belt is out and you can’t help but lock on the stage smiling. 

Jihoon winks in your direction, smiling and singing his heart out, and you can’t help but smile back, grateful to have ever met him. You return a look back to Seungcheol, still looking at you with puppy dog eyes, tucking in your hair behind your ear, and swaying with you as your mutual friend performs a song that would forever be known as the defining moment in both your lives.

4 years ago

What happened with Jihoon was unexpected, but somehow you knew inevitable.

The more time he spent his time over, the more times you count him away from home with Mingyu. Jihoon being away a lot for work anyway, Mingyu would’ve been used to it by now, but you both knew this case wasn’t the same. As much as you liked seeing him, growing gradually deeper and deeper in love with him, your heart sank knowing it was at the cost of someone important to him.

You’d occasionally ask him if his roommate knew where he was at all hours of the day and Jihoon would give a half answer, almost avoiding the topic, or avoiding the guilt pent up inside him.

The truth was Jihoon was afraid of telling Mingyu where he was, knowing deep down inside he’s already betrayed and hurt him enough already. Putting the fact of the matter in the air would only hurt the younger man more, Jihoon rationalized. It was selfish what he was doing, hell it was selfish that he didn’t give Mingyu the time of day anymore since he took on seeing you, but he rather Mingyu hated him from a distance than in his face. It felt easier, or so he hoped.

You can tell over time how it ate him up inside. You were with Jihoon so much, you’ve caught on to how he lies. His bluffs were a dead giveaway partnered with how he raises his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead. He acts obviously, hoping to put the topic aside, only making things worse for him knowing he’s already into deep to enjoy this relationship anymore.

You cared about Jihoon, and you still cared about Mingyu. This situation wasn’t benefiting anyone but you, the sole reason for such a rift. You had something else eating you up inside too, but unlike the men involved, you knew exactly how to solve it.

“Go back home, Jihoon.” You hold up a bag of things that he periodically left over at your place when he comes by, which grew enough to fit a duffle bag.

He sighs, simply working on a track in his laptop, “What did I do this time?” 

“I’m serious Jihoon. I’m not playing with you.” You sit beside him at the dining table. “You’re miserable.”

“Why? Look, maybe I've been down lately, but work has caught up with me. You can’t just kick me out.”

“It’s for the better…Just like how its probably better we stopped seeing each other.”

He halts before pressing the key, his full attention on you. He was baffled. “How could you say that, after what I’ve done? After what we did?”

Of course, Jihoon felt wronged.

“Exactly. You can't even admit what we did out loud and it’s not just to me. You never told or apologized to Mingyu, did you?”

By his body language, your assumption was clear, but he quickly came to his own defense.

“I didn’t have to. He knows what we did. Might as well twist the knife into the wound.”

You hold his hands, desperate for him to think clearly, to act logically, just this once. "That’s no excuse. Look, I have been so happy with you up until lately and I know how hard it’ll be, but he’s your best friend. He deserves closure from you, the truth from you.”

“...What about us?”

He gazes back at you in worry, not sure if he’s ready to give you up like that yet, after all the internal conflict, after picking you over Mingyu. Where would all his efforts go losing you?

“Because like we’ve hurt Mingyu, we’ve hurt each other, and I know we can do better about this, for ourselves. Time…will do us good.”

He was silent for a moment, taking your words into consideration, and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair, tight lining his lips before he feels the tears well up in his eyes.

“God, I hope so.”

Jihoon essentially moved back in with Mingyu completely, told the truth, and had a heart-to-heart. You had faith that they would heal together, and it was best that you wouldn’t be around. You had done enough damage and luckily, as fate has it, your lease was running out. 

You ended up moving someplace further away and you let neither of them knows where you’d be. Mingyu sends his “forgives you” texts, while Jihoon would give you the constant “where are you” and “I miss you” until they stopped completely. You didn’t deserve their company or companionship, but you were grateful they thought that you would be. They were two good guys with a strong bond that you’d never fully understand not having anything like that. For now, you’d focus on being alone, which is what you needed most right now.

Seungcheol came after when you least expected him to. 

You met him on a pouring night, like out of a movie you could say. He was working in place of a friend that night at the restaurant you were eating alone at. In fact, you were the last one to stay behind, realizing how god-awful the weather was too late. He also seemed to be the last person working the night shift and insisted you stay with him until it lets up.

He was handsome, like any meet-cute situation he had to be, but your guard was up, unwilling to make any more messes, no matter how cute the mess was. He was nice to you, you were polite to him, and eventually, the encounter ended and you went along your individual ways, even eventually forgetting about him.

Time could only tell when you saw him more and more. You’d work by intersections near each other where you found out his real job as a local pharmacist, find each other at the same lunch spots in the process, noticing how you have the same bus routes to get home. You had thought many things, considering even your safety, but if that were the case he would’ve done something to you months ago. You were left wondering to yourself where this was all going, knowing you were still on the matter of bettering yourself before having a new person be part of your world the way Mingyu tried to do and how Jihoon naturally did.

You didn’t fully understand it, or him for that matter, but he would change your life in ways you wouldn’t understand, and up until a very important event in your life you still wouldn’t understand. All you knew was he was a good person and he eventually became an important person that let him completely in your life happened before you realized it.

You gave him the truth like you should've done with Mingyu and Jihoon, instead of feeling pressure to do what you thought was right only to end up second-guessing your actions. You discussed your infidelity and what kind of person you felt yourself becoming and how it made you not want to trust yourself around people anymore. You thought that they’d have a better life forgetting you.

To say he wasn’t surprised, he’d be lying, but respected your choice for telling him mistakes you’ve made, saying it was courageous you’ve come to terms with it. He admitted to being guilty of doing things for the sake of pleasure, but you were human. You both were. It didn't change the way he felt about you, in fact, he thought that it was amazing what you told him. You were in the process of doing what others could. He gave you a sense of relief, encouragement even.

And for the first time, you didn’t run away from your baggage, you ran towards it. 

4 years later, Wedding Day

You realized now it was the world forgiving you for your actions, it seemed like it was telling you were meant for that happiness and lasting love too. If it hadn’t been for Seungcheol, you would’ve left both people you’ve hurt in the past left in the dark, and they wouldn’t be here for you today.

You look at Mingyu and Jihoon at their assigned wedding seats together, chatting, bantering, and getting along with you imagine they would. You couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than their happiness. You were grateful they didn't hate you or resented for what transpired, rather they all admitted to playing a part. 

Mingyu would notice the long chats you and Jihoon would have and Jihoon could obviously tell how fast and hard Mingyu was falling for you, just as he did. They admitted instincts took control eventually and they were willing to let the past stay in the past, even willing to be platonically in your life.

The journey you took for yourself wasn’t the one you expected, but perhaps it was the best outcome you could’ve gotten. 

Your final dance with Seungcheol made that clear. As the lights cascade around your figures, dark silhouettes copying your every move, all eyes were on you but you know you had all eyes on him and now only him, as he was for you. He kisses your forehead against his, looking at peace with himself, and holds you closer.

“I’m so happy to be spending the rest of my life with you.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, cupping his face in your hands, and you match his soft expression. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 29

WARNINGS: none

You don't go to your next class and instead head to the library. You pull a random book off the shelf, sit down at an unoccupied table, and start reading. You've always found comfort in the pages of a book no matter the issue, so it comes as a surprise when tears begin to blur your vision. You quickly hide behind your book, propping it up vertically on the tabletop.

You silently cry, and you wonder why. You know for certain that you're afraid of what Professor Umbridge might do to you during your detention, but that's not all. There's something else that's been bubbling up inside you for a long time, and it suddenly dawns on you that it has to do with Fred and George.

You realize that, ever since you met the Weasley twins, your school life has not been easy. You're always having to look over your shoulder to be sure that a teacher isn't watching you too closely. Your grades are dropping fast. You're getting detention. You lost your best friend to your enemy. All of these bad things have occurred and you know it'll only get worse if you continue to stay with the twins... Yet you feel that what you've gained throughout all of this completely outweighs your amount of loss.

The tears stop falling as you think of them: Fred and George. They make you feel happy. They make you more than happy; they make you free. When you're with them, you don't have a care in the world other than to make them feel as happy as you are. Before you met the twins, all you were concerned about was school, getting good grades, earning the respect of the professors, and whatnot. All of those are fine things, but... isn't this wonderful feeling worth so much more?

It is, you tell yourself, and you haven't been so sure of anything ever in your life.

You then remember the unexpected boldness that had driven you to almost telling Fred and George that you loved them. (You would have if old Umbridge hadn't spoiled the moment.) That boldness returns now as you relish the certainty of your genuine love for the Weasley twins. You quickly stand up, disturbing the silence of the library as the legs of your chair drag on the floor. The abrupt movement knocks the book you'd been pretending to read off the table. (Typically, you hold a much higher respect for texts of knowledge and would never dream of treating one so poorly, but right now you've got your mind totally set on something else.) Even if the truth is so obvious it'll sound silly when you do, you're going to profess your love for Fred and George as soon as possible!

You leave the book and rush to the library's exit. You're practically bouncing with joy and excitement as the words you plan to say to the twins form in your mind. Right as you come to the doorway, you smack into someone entering, sending you both to the floor.

"Y/l/n!" Malfoy's voice growls. Your happy emotions quickly give way to ones of hatred as you look up to see him getting back to his feet.

"Sorry," you mumble out of habit, then wish you could take it back.

"I ought to tell Professor Umbridge about your reckless behavior. You could have injured me," Malfoy sneers as you stand up.

You snort. "Oh, please. Don't be such a milksop."

"You won't be calling me such things once I get you in detention," Malfoy retorts.

You roll your eyes. "Don't bother. I've already got detention scheduled with the pink toad."

"Well, then," Malfoy says, grinning wickedly. "If that doesn't turn out to be enough punishment, I'll just have to wait to make my complaints until after she's become headmistress. Then she could do some real damage."

You raise an eyebrow in mild surprise at this. "What? Why would she ever be made headmistress? If anything happened to Dumbledore, I'm sure Professor McGonagall would be his replacement."

"But something has already happened to Dumbledore." Malfoy brushes past you, lingering too long when your shoulders touch. Your immediate desire is to move away, but now you're curious to hear what Malfoy has to say. "He's gone mad, you know," he half whispers into your ear. "And the Ministry of Magic will soon be wanting to make a... permanent statement about it."

Malfoy's words linger long after you leave the library. Though it's a bit early for dinner (not that you'll be around for when they serve it), you head down to the Great Hall, not wanting to be anywhere near Malfoy. You have a seat by yourself at the far end of the regular Slytherin table in hopes that no one will attempt conversation with you while you think.

Is what Malfoy implied really a possibility? You were upset about Umbridge's educational decrees when they first began making their appearances but also grateful that she didn't have any more power than that. She doesn't have the power... but the Ministry of Magic surely does. Could they really be so set on taking Dumbledore down if only for the sake of the students? Or is there more to it? If they truly cared about the education of Hogwarts' students, they wouldn't have sent someone like Umbridge to "put things in order". What you've read in the paper makes you think that the Ministry just doesn't want people to worry about You-Know-Who... Dumbledore's a very influential wizard, which is why they would need to hurt his reputation if he was wrong. But he's not, and, as far as you can tell, about one third of the public knows it, so the Ministry still has a good amount of opinions to win over... Is this the "something" that Maddy warned you about? Or would it only be the beginning...?

You aren't prepared for it when the intimidating dong of the clock tower lets you know the time: five o'clock.

You scramble off the bench and run as fast as you can through the halls and up the stairs, dodging students and faculty as you go. You'd hate to make Umbridge anymore upset with you by being late.

You reach the third floor, winded and panting heavily. For the first time, as you approach the door leading to Umbridge's office, true anxiety takes hold of you when you really imagine the situation that you're about to put yourself in. You feel sick. Every step closer to the door decorated with an ugly pink bow seems like an eternity, and you want to turn and run.

But you're a good student. You've always obeyed your professors because it's always been for your own good... Is this for your good? You extend a shaky hand toward the door handle...

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Y'know, if Ford was getting his back blown out in the mindscape all the time for years, then there must have been a point where he felt so comfortable and loved and safe around Bill that he ended up hugging Bill tightly afterwards and sobbing for an inordinate amount of time while he spilled his guts to Bill about how much this relationship means to him. I don't have the energy to write a whole fic about this right now, but imagine him sobbing to Bill about how he's never felt this seen before, about how he's never felt like someone intimately knows and loves everything about him before, and thanking Bill for being the first person to ever make him feel this way and the first person to ever make him feel safe enough to fully be himself around him. Imagine Bill just kinda standing there awkwardly while being hugged at first, feeling wayyyy out of his depth and very ready for this moment to be over, but the longer Ford goes into detail about how impossible it's been for him to fully open up to anyone before, and how grateful he is that Bill has shown him what it's like to be fully loved and understood for the first time, the more feelings rise up inside Bill that he's been in denial about for a long time.

Things like Genuinely Caring About This Human, things like Being Touched By How Much The Human Loves Him. Even things like... jealousy? Bill tells himself that can't possibly be right. But there is still something unsettling about hearing Ford go on and on about how great it is to be completely open with someone and get to completely be himself with no fear of being rejected. There is still a voice in the back of Bill's mind that wants to respond with 'wow, must be nice! I bet that's a wonderful experience! Sure must be fucking nice to be able to do that, huh!'. Ford thinks he is getting to experience it for the first time, but Bill is too far down the road of lying until it doesn't sound like lying anymore for him to ever feel what Ford is describing so intimately to him. He knows it so acutely that it hurts. The way Ford talks about it makes Bill almost want to be able to be completely honest with Ford. It makes him almost want to give up his plans in exchange for the joys of being fully known by someone who loves him so much.

But he can't. So, after Ford talks about his experiences with not being able to be himself around other people, Bill shares only a tiny sliver of the truth about himself. In response to Ford's so sweetly asked question about if Bill thinks they'll spend an eternity together, Bill answers: "No. You are mortal, for one thing, and there is very little that can be done about that. What we have is not going to last very long, and I hope I can come to terms with that when the time comes that I lose you. Unless you come out of left field and do something that surprises me. We'll see."

Ford gives him a sympathetic look, buying into the misleading way Bill phrased it to sound like an immortality problem, rather than one of a clash of moralities. Ford tells Bill that he'll do his damnedest to surprise Bill. Ford tells Bill with a smile that he's full of surprises.

Bill smiles back at Ford. It's a sweet thought, but he doesn't believe it. Instead, he has to grapple with a newly-acknowledged ache in his chest. An ache that makes him almost dread the inevitable moment that Ford discovers Bill's real plans for the portal.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

This is the most self indulgent I've ever been, and this very much not for people who get grossed out by bugs.

It's also the result of a wonderful conversation with @after-witch when we were up to "no good bug stuff"

Pairing: Mahito x Reader

SFW, Horror

Word Count: 1'879

Warnings: Budding yandere behaviour, Insects, Gore, Torture (not reader, at least physically), Victim blaming, Mahito's experiments are their own warning

There was no way you could’ve known what would come from meeting someone like Mahito.

It was an interaction born out of innocence, at least on your part. A naivete that only presented itself when you were in the element of pursuing your favourite pastime.

He could have ignored you - left you to your own devices and let you carry on with your life, but instead he engaged you directly; overcome with a joy that held more than just curiosity, and it all started with a question you were now incredibly familiar with, both in and outside of your home.

“What are you doing?”

You were hunched somewhat awkwardly over your desk, full attention on the insect in front of you.

“I’m trying to get the elytra out for display.” Your words were slightly muffled by the two thin pins held between your lips. “And it’s being a pain in the ass.”

He hovered over you with his chin pressed uncomfortably against your shoulder as he watched you spread the outer covering of the bright green beetle you had pinned on a piece of styrofoam - revealing the glossy, transparent wing underneath.

“You’re in my light.”

He didn’t budge, but you could feel the movement in his cheeks as he smiled.

“So this one is dead, right?”

“I wouldn’t be working on it if it wasn’t, I left it in the kill-jar for nearly twelve hours.” You grunted in frustration when the elytra snapped back over the wing. “Remember, beetles take longer to die.”

“Why?”

“Because their exoskeleton is thicker.”

“Why?”

“It acts like armor.”

“Why?”

“To protect their insides.”

“Why?”

“Mahito, do you want me to finish this so we can go back out, or not?”

The sharpness of his giggle right in your ear made you flinch and lose your grip on the elytra for the nth time in a row. You shot him a quick glare out of the corner of your eye.

“Seriously, the sooner I get this done, the sooner I can show you where to find beetles for your own collection.”

One of his hands appeared in your vision and held the elytra in place long enough for you to place a pin down.

“Thank you.”

He hummed and watched you put the final touches on the insect display, still smothering you with his presence. You had yet to voice your discomfort despite the fact he was quite literally breathing down your neck.

To say Mahito took some getting used to was an understatement, but part of you didn’t mind. It felt good to have someone so genuinely interested in your hobbies instead of becoming immediately disgusted whenever the topic was brought up. His pure, unwavering delight to learn everything you had to offer was something you treasured greatly, and it was enough to make you tolerate the majority of his behaviour.

Otherwise you’d say his enthusiasm was bathed in enough red flags to make a blanket.

“Okay.” you took the leftover pins from between your lips and placed them back in their respective vial. “I just need to prime the kill-jar, and then we can go.”

His smile widened against your neck and he finally backed off enough that you could move unrestricted.

“What are you using?”

“Do you seriously not remember, or do you just want to listen to me explain again?”

There was no true malice in your tone when you turned to face him with an eyebrow raised, the smile on your face was enough to discredit that entirely. He sat on a semi-cleared corner of your desk, crumpling whatever papers that were laid out underneath his weight as he picked up a small, clear vial that contained a yellow tinged liquid.

The way he eyed it reminded you of how a cat looked at christmas ornaments.

“I don’t remember you using this.”

“That’s because I normally don’t.” You plucked the vial from his fingers, ignoring Mahito’s child-like whine that followed as you opened a medium sized jar, replacing the old sponge at the bottom with a new one. “I can’t get new acetone until my campus opens back up on Monday, so I’m using nail polish remover as a substitute.”

“Does it affect the bugs differently?”

“Not really.” The sponge grew marginally in size from the few drops of liquid. “Depending on the brand, I might have to use a little more than what I usually would.”

He took the vial from you again once you were done and held it up to his face, the stitches on his skin contorting with the faces he made..

You had never asked about them - assuming only some kind of terrible accident could possibly result in such a unique and admittedly corpse-like appearance.

“Okay.” You tightened the lid on the jar then tossed it up a few inches in the air, catching and gripping it eagerly. “Are you good to go?”

The skin around his eyes crinkled in an expression you saw every time he got particularly excited about something.

“Oh yes.”

You grabbed your net and slung it over your shoulder as the two of you walked out of your home and onto the streets of Tokyo. “If we can’t find any beetles, we’ll go hunting for butterflies.” You beamed, a bit of laughter following your words. “That way you’ll finally have one of your own and you can stop messing with mine.”

“Actually…” Mahito hooked his arm around your elbow and pulled you against him. You had to tighten your grip on the jar to keep it from falling. “I want to take a little detour before we catch anything else.”

The direction he turned was the opposite of the park you had in mind, and while you weren’t exactly an expert on the layout of Japan, the way he was leading you was more towards the industrial side of the city than any parks you knew of.

You frowned a little.

“I want you to know if you’re taking me to some place to kill me, I will fight back.”

Your flat, monotonous tone was met with a snigger.

“It’s a surprise.” He paused briefly, giggling to himself a little more before adding onto his sentence in a moment of after-thought. “I think you’ll get a kick out of it.”

He stared down at you and the amount of mirth swimming amongst the blue and gray sent a pang of anxiety through your gut. You weren’t really one for surprises.

“And this kick can’t wait until we have some bugs?”

“Nope.” He popped the P as he led you further into the bowels of the city.

Quite literally.

Eventually he stopped in front of a broken grate that led into a drainage system, and gestured towards it.

“After you.”

You hesitated, but obliged and rested your net against the stone wall beside the opening before you hunched over to enter through the rusted gap of broken metal - the kill-jar still clasped firmly in your hand out of protective habit.

The net would be easy enough to replace if it got stolen during this little side-quest, but the jar… not so much. You had only just found one that was the perfect size for transport and quality control for your beloved insects, and you weren’t very keen on repeating the search anytime soon.

The tunnels were slick and slimy to the touch, so you reserved to hovering your arms in the air for balance as you pushed forwards.

It was terribly dark. What little light existed came from an area a few dozen yards ahead, and you headed for it without question - anxious to get whatever Mahito was so excited about over with.

“I do hope you like it.” Mahito’s voice wasn’t far behind you, maybe two feet at the most. “You’ve been a wonderful teacher.”

As you rounded the corner into the light, the smell hit you before you saw them, so it took a moment to register the scene in front of you.

The jar shattered into pieces on the ground as you brought your hands up to your mouth in horror.

They were everywhere. Humans, or what was left of them, strung up in various poses along the walls of the sewer. The stink of iron hung heavy in the air and you were overcome with a wave of nausea when one of them moved against the pieces of metal that held them in place.

They were still alive.

“I tried to apply everything you taught me.” Mahito’s overly excited voice echoed off the walls as he came in behind you - pushing you further into his lair when you wouldn’t move out of the way. “Although humans are a bit more fickle than your little bugs.”

He left you in the center of the room and walked over to one of his victims, their chest barely rising and falling - and that in itself was a miracle. To call them human anymore was wrong. Their limbs had been reshaped to mimic that of a cricket while the skin of their back had been flayed open to crudely resemble the wings of a butterfly.

The first tears fell when their warbled cries filled the room and your ears registered two pitiful words.

‘Kill me’

Mahito’s own expression briefly drooped in response to the plea for mercy, but his haunting look of unadulterated glee was quickly restored.

“Your advice on using acetone to kill them doesn’t work very well.” Mahito’s tone was chastising, but his smile betrayed his true emotions. “At the most it just makes them pass out. Not the most effective poison for my own specimens, I’m afraid.”

He flicked the makeshift “wings” before he made his way back over to you, and your stomach lurched in response. Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as your mind raced to come up with some kind of retort.

The scientist in you wanted to point out the fact acetone would never even come close to killing a human, but that was the very least of the current issue here. Outright calling him a monster didn’t feel like enough… He had taken your passion and knowledge and twisted it into something perverted. Disgusting. Something shockingly evil and vile.

He cooed mockingly and the sound dissolved into giggles as he brought his fingers up to pinch your cheeks so your lips squished together under the pressure. “You look like a fish.”

You yanked your head back violently and you shot him the most scathing look you could possibly muster.

“You’re a fucking abomination to this Earth.”

“Oh come on, you’re being such a downer.” He threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to him in a crushingly tight embrace. One that was far more smothering than any of his previous advances could ever be.

“I did this all for you. After all, it wouldn’t have been possible if I hadn't met you.”

On second thought, evil wasn’t right either. It implied there was some level of good that existed - something in his soul that could be redeemed, but that didn’t exist in Mahito.

Inhuman felt better. Correct in the most terrible of ways.

A reality that sunk in far too late as he pressed his lips against your tear-stained cheek.

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