#my friends and I are dressing as the gang tonight lol

[tabl3]

ZOINKS

they're literally the worst people to call for busting ghosts don't do it

[kokoch4n3l]

˗ˏˋ stay in my memories ࿐ྂ “‘cause it’s still on my clothes, everything that I own and it makes me feel like dying”

summary: It's been about 10 years since you last saw him. since any of you last saw him. but tonight as you're back from the after-party of Mitsuya's show you walked, Mikey shows up at your apartment. drunk.

notes: based on memories by conan grey. lowkey a self-insert lol. please read the warnings before you read !!

warnings: mentions of past violence, mentions of past sexual relations, toxic relationships, body image issues, oc is skinny!, mentioned/implied eating issues/disorders(ARFID), mentioned and talk of weight issues, alcohol use, weapons(guns), intoxication, Mikey being the bitchass ex that comes back when you're finally healed, insensitive!mikey, not edited

pairing: bonten!mikey x model!oc

word count: 2787

Her back hits the elevator wall as it moves up stories. It’d take a while for her to get to her floor. It was right underneath the penthouse after all. She worked hard for the money so she deserved to live in a nice place like a luxury high-rise building. The penthouse was unoccupied at the time she moved in and the owner had even given her the offer of it but it was huge. The place would go to waste as she lived alone, no longer rooming with Tachibana Hinata who had moved back in with her younger brother. She sighs and stares up the ceiling of the elevator and sighs tiredly. Her body ached but not as much as her feet did in the heels she was wearing. “Fuck” she mumbles and pulls them off her feet

She rolls her ankles as she stands back up straight, holding her heels in one hand. After an obnoxiously long elevator right, she finally reaches her apartment. Typing in the code, she enters and leaves her heels on the rack and locks the door. Her apartment is empty just like it should be. She had gotten used to being alone after middle school ended and everyone was too busy with their lives. It was middle school when Tokyo Manji Gang had disbanded and although she wasn’t a part of the gang(for very obvious reasons), it felt like the world was ending. But that wasn’t the end, a meteorite had crashed down on her when Sano ‘Mikey’ Manjiro cruelly broke her heart a week after the captains buried the time capsule. She never saw him again after that. She didn’t want to. She even declined Kawargi Senju’s request to join Brahman just so she didn’t have to see Mikey. She didn’t care that all of Mikey’s old friends were trying to bring him back or whatever that meant. It wasn’t her problem. Mikey broke her heart and very clearly stated he didn’t want anything to do with her so she wasn’t about to be hard to get rid of. “In today’s news, Japan’s most wanted gang, Bonten, has been—”

She tunes out the news and switches to another channel playing reruns of Naruto. She gets up and heads over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows and draws the curtains open, revealing the vast view of Tokyo in front of her. Another tired sigh leaves her. She’s still in that mini dress Mitsuya made for her for the after-party. Mitsuya held a fashion show for his new line. Many famous people attended and many famous people walked the runway, including her. It was about 5 years ago that Mitsuya had encouraged her to start modelling along with Hakkai. Now both of them were pretty famous. Her life was going pretty well. She had a steady stream of money coming in, multiple brand deals coming her way and she no longer felt like actual shit. So when Mitsuya asked her to be in his show she agreed right away. The show was a success and things were going really well till the end of the after-party when she overheard Mistuya talking to Draken about Mikey not having shown up. They invited Mikey.

Sano fucking Manjiro was a wanted criminal at a high-profile fashion show.

Not to mention that they didn’t even tell her that her ex was invited. 

Sure it had been 10 years and even if she was over it, she’d rather not face him again. It was stupid to her that Mistuya had even wanted to invite Mikey especially since put them all in 2-3 day-long comas 9 years ago. But boys were stupid and they always forgave each other even after the biggest of problems. Her and Mikey’s past relationship was probably just a second thought so she didn’t blame him too much and got over it fast(but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed). She ended up leaving the after party a bit earlier which is how she ended up back at her apartment. It’s lonely but thankfully not cold. She should probably take her makeup off or maybe eat something but the kitchen seems to far and the view in front of her— even though she’s seen it a hundred times— was too pretty to look away from. She rests her forehead against the cold glass and sighs, her warm breath creating condensation on the glass. 

BANG BANG BANG

She groans internally. Whoever was the door might as well be kicking it down with how loud and hard they’re knocking on it. She pushes herself off the glass and starts to walk toward her door, passing by the few frames of pictures from her childhood.

Pictures of Emma and Baji. Pictures of Mikey. It had taken her a while to get over him but it had been 10 years and it no longer hurt to look at the pictures. She hadn’t put up the ones with just him and her in them but the group ones instead. She looks through the peephole first and sees no one. She furrows her brows and without thinking opens the door. She takes a few steps back as someone stumbles in. She doesn’t see their face at first. She’s greeted with the strong scent of alcohol and a mop of white hair. “What the—”

Her door is slammed shut and the intruder looks up. Her heart stops. Well not really but it felt like it. There, barged into her apartment was Sano fucking Manjiro. “Hey baby” 

Her heart drops. “Mikey…”

“Uh-huh, it’s me” He brushes past her and walks further into her apartment like he owned the place “Nice place”

She bites harshly at her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing this guy out(which she was going to do until she saw the gun tucked into the back of his pants). “What are you doing here?” She asks, hesitantly following behind him

Mikey heads over to her kitchen and opens her fridge, rummaging through it the same way he would when they were together all these years ago. She watches in silence but also looks around for her phone to either call the police or maybe Draken to come help. “Mistuya invited me to his show… Lost track of time and couldn’t make it” He says and pulls out a bottle of Korean alcohol, peach flavoured Soju

She runs her fingers through her hair. “And what does that have to do with me?” She asks as Mikey slams her fridge door shut and takes a seat on the tiled floor while she stands before him

He unscrews the metal cap and carelessly throws it at her the same way he would when they would go through her dad’s alcohol collection and secretly drink from it when they were together. “Since I missed the show, thought I’d come see the star” Mikey takes a swing and his eyes scan her up and down “Mistuya made that dress f’you, yeah?”

Her heart is beating fast and so hard it’s hurting her ribs. The dress was short. Longer from the back, covering her butt at least but shorter at the front, showing off her long legs as Mitsuya said. It hugged her form with the corset styled lacing at the back of the dress. “Yeah he did…”

There is a moment of silence between them. She needs him to leave. It was so stupid that Mikey was back. Even worse that this guy was cosplaying as Izana. His haired bleached platinum and cut short. He even had that stupid Hanafuda tattoo on the back of his neck. She feels angry but before she could say another, Mikey speaks first “you gained weight… You look good”

She instantly feels sick. “Shut up”

Mikey smirks as he takes a swing from the glass green coloured bottle. “Is that still a sore topic for you? I thought that now that you’re a model you—”

“Please just shut up” She pleads

She’d rather not hear this again. Not after so many years. She used to have a problem with eating. It’s not that she had an issue with how she looked or something like that, she had an issue with food in general. “You’ve got food in your fridge though. You’re eating well” Mikey murmurs, his hand reaching up to hold her thigh “not sickly skinn—”

“Mikey” She mutters clenching her fists “stop it”

Mikey just smiles and it infuriates her. How dare he come back after 10 years and do this? Say this? “Can you leave?”

“No”

“What do you mean, no?”

Mikey is still smiling like nothing is wrong. Through the dim lighting she sees his dark circles and unnecessarily pale skin. He looks like death. “Come sit”

He doesn’t give her much of a choice when he pulls her down. Her knees make contact with the tilted floor making a thud sound and she hisses in pain. Mikey puts the bottle of Soju down next to him and coos gently, putting his hands on her knees and rubs them to ease the sudden pain. “Sorry about that, got carried away” he murmurs, voice all sweet

Now that she’s this close she can smell the alcohol on his and his cologne. Her head spins as Mikey adjusts her position with ease, letting her legs drape over his lap. “You need to leave” She tells him, watching him pick up the Soju again and drink from it, keeping his free hand on her quickly bruising knees, rubbing them

“I don’t think so” Mikey says with a shrug “and it doesn’t look like you want me to leave”

She doesn’t think she’s ever met someone more delusional than him. “No. Actually I want you to leave. You baradged into my house. Get. Out”

“Is that how you treat all your ex-lovers?” Mikey questions, a playful smile on his lips “oh wait, last I heard little miss model has been single since we broke up. Don’t you wanna get back together? Don’t you miss me—”

“Nope”

“You answered pretty fast so I’m guessing that’s a yes”

She pulls her legs away from his lap and scoots back to create some distance between them. Mikey’s eyes darken as she moves away, looking a mixture of disappointed and some other emotion. “I need you to leave” She says more sternly this time 

Mikey just takes another swing of the bottle, giving her the same look as he would when they were younger when he wasn’t in the mood to listen. He was a criminal. A ruthless gangleader who had the country under his boot but here he was drinking her soju on her kitchen floor acting the same way he did when he was 14. “Mikey—”

“Manjiro… You called me Manjiro” He cuts her off it makes her mad

“No, Mikey” She says, trying to make her voice as stern as possible

Mikey raises his brow. “No?” he repeats

“No.”

They both stare at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Mikey asks, his blunt nails taping against the glass of the now half empty bottle in his hand “It’s been 10 years, has anything really changed?”

His eyes are glossy red and pale cheeks a bit flushed. She surprised he isn’t drunk yet. Perhaps he built up his tolerence over the years. She shifts, sitting in a side saddle position on the floor so she didn’t put any more pressure on her still aching knees. “It’s been 10 years” She repeats narrowing her eyes at him “You can’t just come back out of nowhere and expect me to welcome you back with open arms… I’ve made something of myself. You can’t come back out of nowhere and ruin it for me”

She feels so angry. He wasn’t allowed to do this. “Please don’t ruin this for me”

Mikey doesn’t say anything for a moment. He’s just staring at her like he’s oblivious to what she’s saying, like he doesn’t understand what she means. Mikey just takes another gulp of the peach soju and her eye twitches. “You had to show up today to ruin things” She says with anger “I wanted to put you in the past ‘cause what you did traumtized me but you’re not letting me do that!”

Mikey is staring at her like a lost puppy, sipping at the soju like it’s water. “I’ve moved on but you’re back here sitting in my fucking kitchen not listening to a word I’m saying”

It was like talking to a damn wall. Mikey wasn’t listening and going off on a rant would just be her wasting her breath. “Drink” Mikey holds out the bottle to her

She’s angry. So fucking angry but the bottle was her own, bought with her own money when she went to Korea a week ago for a photoshoot so she takes it from him and takes a large gulp. It was bitter for some reason. She can taste cigarettes on the rim which was probably from Mikey and it pissed her off even more. Hours pass and it’s soon 1 am. “Mikey I can’t say goodbye if you stay here the whole night” She tells him

They’re still on her kitchen floor and now on their 3rd bottle. She watches Mikey about to light a cigarette but she slaps the stick out of his hand. “No smoking in my house” she hisses

Mikey frowns but shrugs, stuffing his lighter back into his pocket. “But I don’t wanna leave” he murmurs, reaching out to hold her waist, dragging her closer to him with ease across the tiled floor “I want you back”

Her now completely bruised knees make contact with his the side of his thigh and she puts her hands on his biceps in a poor attempt to either pull away or push back from him. Mikey squeezes her waist for a moment then slides his hands lower to her hips then her bare thighs, squeezing her there. “You know you were pretty when we were younger but you’re even prettier now” He says with a sigh “you look so pretty with the weight gain—”

She digs her nails into his clothed biceps. “I don’t want to talk about that”

Mikey cocks his head to the side. “But ‘m complimenting you”

“I don’t like these kinds of compliments”

“You’re a model” He murmurs, his hands sliding back up to her waist and squeezing again “you shouldn’t have become one if you didn’t like people talking about your body”

“No one talks about my body the way you do” She says with a frown “I don’t like how you do it”

Mikey chuckles lowly. The same condescending way when he dumped her 10 years ago. “That’s not a nice thing to say to the guy that’s trying to woo you back”

“You’re not being nice in the first place. You fucking bardged in” she digs her nails more into his clothed skin but he doesn’t flinch “I promise Mikey, the ending between us will always be the same. There’s no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again”

Mikey still doesn’t seem to hear her. He simply lets go of her waist and slides away from her. When she thinks he was getting up to leave, he surprises her by laying his head on her bare thighs instead. This was infuriating. “Mikey have you dated anyone since then?”

“Yeah” he says, grabbing one of her hands to put it in his hair “But none of them were pretty like you. No one’s pretty like you…”

She doesn’t say anything. “You don’t wanna get back together but can’t we be friends? I missed you” Mikey says, his voice barely above a whisper this time

He sounds sad but she won’t give in. This wasn’t fair. “I can’t be your friend or your lover” Her voice is a mere whisper this time “I can’t Manjiro”

Not with what he did now— it would be detrimental for her career if the public found out she was friends with Sano Manjiro, the man reining terror of Japan and the surrounding countries little by little— not with how he broke up with her, not with how he talked to her, not with the constant uncertainty of if he’d leave her once again. She wouldn’t put herself through that again. “Manjiro I can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love”

She feels something wet on her thighs. 

Mikey— Manjiro is crying.

She sighs. She might as well let him stay for as long as it takes.

Just till he pulls himself together.

And hopefully, till then, she doesn’t give in.

[sailor-aviator]

Don’t Hang’em Til Noon: Chapter Four

Don’t Hang’em Til Noon: Chapter Four

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger Gang of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting, Violence (against women and others), Jake Seresin, Firearms, Blood. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I hope you guys appreciate me neglecting my job to write this lol I’m kidding, we were so slow, I would have been bored to tears otherwise. Just giving you guys a heads up now that I’m going to try and pre-write as much as I can over the course of the next couple of days in preparation for next week when I’ll be attending my best friends’ wedding. As always, reboots, comments and likes are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator!

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“I swear, that man would lose his head if it weren’t attached to his shoulders,” you grumbled to yourself, as you made for the front door of your home. You had just finished cleaning up the mess from preparing breakfast when Benjamin had come running down the stairs in a frenzy.

“Benji, come eat,” you had said, gesturing to the table that was already set. He had shaken his head, turning in circles as he searched for his dress coat.

“I can’t, Scout. I’m running late for a meeting with a client,” he had said breathlessly. You rolled your eyes, plucking his coat off the back of the chair he had set it on the night before when he had gotten home. You held it out for him, and he shot you a grateful smile as he shrugged it on.

“At least grab an apple on your way out,” you had argued. He plucked a granny smith from the bowl you had set out on the table, gesturing at you with it before making a beeline for the door.

“I don’t know what time I’ll be home tonight,” he called over his shoulder before the door closed with a thud behind him.

Now, here you were hours later with his case files clutched in your hands and scowl plastered across your face. You slipped past the door, and making sure it was secured behind you, you made your way into Maverick.

It was nearing the end of summer, and a surprising chill was beginning to creep its way into the air. You made your way quickly to Benjamin’s law firm, giving polite smiles to those you passed.

You stepped into the firm with the files tucked tightly in your arms. Natasha came strolling out from the back with a polite smile that turned genuine at the sight of you.

“Good afternoon, Scout!” She grinned, gesturing for you to join her in the seating area. You did so, taking a seat on a leather armchair as she sat in the matching one opposite you. “What brings you by today?”

“Benji forgot some of his files,” you sighed, showing her the file. Natasha chuckled with a roll of her eyes. If anyone understood how exasperating your brother could be, it would be her.

“He was up late working again, wasn’t he?” She asked. You shit her a knowing look before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. “That man will blow away with the wind, I swear. How he manages to keep this place in order is beyond me.”

“He may be a tad bit scatterbrained, but he takes his job very seriously,” you smiled. You were surprised he hadn’t come out to see what the commotion was about yet. “Is he around?”

“No,” she grimaced. “His client insisted on meeting at the saloon.”

“I see,” you said, standing up. Natasha followed suit, reaching her arm out to you.

“I can take the files and give them to him when he gets back?” She offered.

“That’s alright,” you declined. “I could use the exercise. You said he was at the saloon?”

“I did,” Natasha confirmed hesitantly. “But Penny isn’t there today.”

You stared at her. “And?”

“It's just that,” she started nervously. “The patrons can get pretty handsy when Penny isn’t there. Not that I don’t think you can hold your own, but I don't want to see anything happen to you should they get any ideas.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, Nat,” you smiled. “I’ll just be in and out. I don’t plan on staying for long. I still have things I need to do back at the house after all.”

Natasha chewed on her bottom li, seeming to contemplate her best course of action. Finally, she sighed. “If you’re sure.”

“I am,” you stated firmly, already moving towards the door. “I won’t take up any more of your time. I’m sure you’re busy with other things.”

“Spending time with you is never a bother, Scout,” she grinned. “Stay safe, and give your brother hell for me when you see him!”

You offered her a final wave before stepping back out onto the street. You turned right onto the street, setting your sights on the saloon.

The atmosphere differed from your first time inside the large building. Instead of Penny standing behind the bar with her usual easy going smile, a tall man with glasses stood and waved a greeting at you.

“Welcome in, miss!” He smiled. You recognized him from the other day.

“I know you,” you said carefully, slowly making your way up to the bar as you studied him curiously. “You’re a member of the Dagger Gang, correct?”

His smile turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes’m. My name is Bob, and you’re Scout right?”

You hummed in affirmation. “And Penny trusts you to run her business?”

He laughed at that, almost catching you by surprise. “I get why you find that hard to believe. If I was in your shoes, I’d think that Penny had lost her mind or something.

You chuckled at that. “I suppose it says something about your character that Penny trusts you enough to leave the saloon in your hands.”

“She does,” he nodded. “I don’t take people’s trust for granted.”

“That’s good to know, Bob.”

He smiled at you and then moved like he was going to say something, but he seemed to think better of it. You arched an eyebrow at him as he shifted on his feet, a blush crawling up his face. “What is it?” You asked.

“Penny doesn’t trust just anyone, ya know?”

“I know that,” you nodded. “What of it?”

“The reason Penny trusts me is because I keep the others out of trouble.”

You laughed at that, and he frowned. “I’m sorry, Bob. I don’t mean to offend. It’s just that, well, if they’re out robbing banks and breaking laws left and right, I’d hate to think about what they’d be doing without you.”

“It’s not like that,” Bob sighed. “They aren’t as bad as you may think, Scout. I know Hangman can be…a lot, sometimes. But, everything they do is out of survival.”

“Right,” you scoffed, causing the frown on Bob’s face to deepen.

“I’m serious, Scout,” he continued. “Penny mentioned that you came from Baltimore. I don’t know much about how things are done over there, but I know enough to know how different things are there compared to here. Work isn’t as steady out here as it is back East. Good men do bad things in order to keep their families safe and fed.”

“What’s your point, Bob?” You asked with a heavy sigh. He offered you a kind smile.

“Try not to be so hard on him? I know you’re used to things being a certain way, but believe it or not, he is trying.”

You didn’t have to ask who he was referring to. You mulled over his words carefully before nodding slowly.

“Alright, Bob,” you smiled finally. “I’ll keep that in mind.” His own grew, and he knocked on the wooden top of the bar as he leaned back.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now what brings you by here today?”

Before you could answer, Bob suddenly straightened up to his full height, a cool look on his face as he looked past you. Your brows furrowed in confusion before you felt a warm body push up against you. You whipped around to find a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair leering down at you. The cold, empty look in his black eyes was warmed over by a look of unbridled lust. He gave you a once over, eyes pausing along the curves of your breasts and hips.

“Howdy, darlin’,” he drawled, making the hair on your arms stand up.

“Can I help you?” You asked him coldly. You saw Bob shift in your peripheral as a couple of more men crowded you on the opposite side. The man let out a low whistle.

“Why so cold, honey? I jus’ came over here to introduce myself. Name’s Isaac.”

“Charmed,” you bit out, glare intensifying as he leaned in closer.

“Y’ain’t gonna gimme yours?” He laughed.

“I don’t see why you would need it,” you state simply, clutching the folder in your hand tightly. You cast a glance over to Bob who was eyeing the group of men wearily.

Isaac smiled, the gesture hollow. He reached up and tapped your cheek lightly, and you balked at the gesture. “Eyes over here, honey.”

“I’m going to ask you once to please stop calling me that,” you bit out between clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He grins.

“Or you won’t like what happens.”

Isaac let out a booming laugh, his companions letting out chuckles of their own. You saw movement in the corner of your eye. You once again chanced a look over and saw two of the men had crossed over to the other side of the bar. The two men had Bob caged in between them, and his eyes darted rapidly back and forth between the two of them. Isaac grabbed your chin tightly in his large hand, forcing your head back to look at him. “What did I just say about those eyes?”

“Let go of me,” you hissed, earning another chorus of laughter from the group of men.

“A feisty little thing you are,” Isaac chuckled, leaning so that his breath fanned over you. It reeked of cheap liquor and stale tobacco. “I see why Hangman has his eye on you.”

“What?” You asked, brow furrowing at his comment.

“Just so you know,” he grinned, “you have him to thank for this.”

Before you could question him further, he grabbed you by your hips and slammed you up against the bar. You felt the air leave your lungs and a flash of pain shoot up your spine. You saw Bob struggling against the two men beside him as they pinned him back. His eyes blazed and nostrils flared as he tried with all his might to break free of their hold. Your brief moment of confusion allowed Isaac to push his way in between your thighs. You felt the hot length of him press against you, and you started to struggle, clawing at his arms. Tiny ribbons of blood began to flow down his arms as he bared his teeth down at you in a crazed grin.

“That's alright, Kitten,” he laughed. “I like a bit of pain with my pleasure.”

He leaned down, slanting his lips on top of yours, and you felt the hot sting of tears behind your eyes. He thrusted up into you, causing you to gasp and cry out. He took the opportunity to force his tongue into your open mouth, and you almost vomited at the action. Without thinking, you bit down on the offending protrusion, the taste of blood filling your mouth. Isaac lurched back with a yelp, grabbing at his mouth. He glared down at you.

“Bitch!” He spat, backhanding you. Your face flew to the side, a flash of white hot pain radiates from your cheek where one of his rings had made contact, cutting you in the process. You felt blood begin to trickle down your cheek, and your tears threatened to spill over. Isaac gripped your hair roughly, slamming you back down onto the counter.

“You’re going to regret that,” he hissed at you as you fought against the dizziness that threatened to consume you from the force of his actions. Your tears began to flow freely down your cheeks as the larger man grabbed at your shirts and skirts, ripping them in a bid to get them off of you.

“No!” You screamed, renewing your efforts. Isaac ignored you as he licked up the column of your throat. Your sobs racked your body violently, legs kicking at him as he moved to undo his belt buckle. You closed your eyes in an attempt to shield yourself from what was about to happen.

Just when you thought all hope was lost, a resounding click sounded in the room. Isaac stilled against you, and you cracked your eyes open to see the barrel of a pistol pressed to his temple. Turning, you saw Jake on the other end of the weapon.

His green eyes were filled with the intention of murder as his lips curled in a sneer of pure wrath. His body was drawn tight, deathly still as he waited for Isaac to make his move. He looked every bit of what you imagined an avenging angel would look.

“Let. Her. Go,” he ground out. Isaac spared a glance at you, and the gun pressed harder into the side of his head. Slowly, the older man pulled away from you, and you scrambled to sit up on the bar. You now saw the rest of the Daggers standing behind him with their hands on their own pistols. The two men behind the bar had let go of Bob who was now moving to your side. You heard footsteps begin to descend the stairs, and you looked to see Maverick, Benjamin, and an unfamiliar older man stop as they took in the scene before them.

“Scout?” Benjamin said, eyes widening in shock. You let out a shaky breath, turning back to watch Jake who had yet to take his eyes off of Isaac. The two stared each other down.

“Hangman,” Isaac finally sniffed in way of greeting.

“What are you doing here?” Jake snapped. Isaac rolled his shoulders back casually as if there wasn’t still a gun aimed at his face.

“Well,” he drawled, “I came to collect retribution for what you took from me, but then I saw you with this pretty, little thing the other day, and I figured this would make for a good trade.”

Jake’s nostrils flared, a dangerous glint in his eyes as Isaac spoke. “I didn’t take anything that you couldn’t replace.”

“I disagree,” the other man hummed, picking a piece of lint off his shirt. “You wounded my pride, Hangman. And what better retribution than taking your woman?”

Jake’s jaw clenched, and you saw Maverick move out of the corner of your eye.

“Jake,” the older man said gently. Jake spared him a glance before focusing back on Isaac. Maverick continued, “Not here, son.”

Jake looked at him, and when Maverick gave a pointed glance at where you sat, frozen, he turned his attention to you. You must have looked a sight because Jake’s jaw clenched again. You could feel the tears still streaming down your face and mixing with the blood that still dripped down your cheek.

“Jake?” You called to him softly, uncertainly. He took several deep breaths.

“The only reason you’re leaving here alive,” he rumbled, nodding his head over at you, “is because she’s here.”

Isaac watched him for a moment, the two of them not breaking eye contact. Isaac huffed out a light chuckle before turning towards the door. He gave you one last glance before smirking, gesturing for his men to follow.

“You best keep an eye on her, Hangman,” he called over his shoulder. “Would be a right shame if something were to happen to her while you weren’t lookin’.”

Jake said nothing as they filed out. One man stopped beside Bradley, casting him a sideways glance. “Rooster.”

“Jeb,” Bradley replied coldly. The two shared an unspoken conversation before the man followed the rest out the door. As soon as they were gone, Benjamin rushed to your side.

“Scout, what happened?” he cried, checking you over. You looked down at yourself, noting how the collar of your white, cotton shirt hung by mere threads off your shoulder. You frowned at the tiny drops of blood that had fallen onto the ruined fabric.

“I,” you swallowed thickly, “I was coming to give you the casework you forgot at home this morning. I thought it might be important, so…”

You trailed off, your eyes taking in the multiple tears of your skirt, a new wave of tears pouring from your eyes. You jumped when Jake appeared in front of you. His eyes were still blazing, but you saw worry mixed in with the rest of the emotions still swirling within the different shades of green.

“What the hell were you thinking,” he seethed.

“What?” You blinked. He took your shoulders in his hands, surprisingly gentle for how angry he seemed.

“How many times do I gotta tell you that you need someone with you? Especially in here?” he growled.

“I didn’t think-”

“You’re right,” he snapped, his grip slightly harder as his frustration with you grew. “You didn’t think, and you almost got hurt because of it.”

You felt your own temper start to build as you stared up at him.

“Stop treating me like I’m some helpless child,” you snapped at him. Jake barked out a humorless laugh.

“You’re not a child, Scout,” he flung back at you. “And, that’s why it’s so damn frustrating when you do stupid shit like this.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Clearly you can’t,” he seethed. Your jaw clenched, and you practically threw yourself onto the ground. You pushed past him with a glare and started for the door.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, already moving to follow you. You whirled back around, stopping him in his tracks with a finger to his chest.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you insult me,” you spat at him. He grabbed your hand, and pulled you in to him.

“Have you learned nothing from what just happened?” he glared down at you. “If we hadn’t already been on our way in to see Mav, well shit, Scout. Isaac would have had you every which way and then passed you around to his crew. Don’t you understand that?”

“Let go of me,” you ground out, trying and failing to pull your arm free of his grip.

“No,” he stated firmly, eyes set in a determined bid to win this argument. You gave another tug, but his grip didn’t falter.

“You don’t seem to get it, darlin’,” he sneered. “This ain’t Baltimore. People don’t hide their ugly nature behind polite smiles and fancy clothes. People here take, and they sure as shit don’t care who sees them do it."

He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. "Tell me you understand.”

You nodded, still glaring furiously up at him. He shook his head with a wry smile. “Uh uh, sugar. Need to hear you say it.”

“I understand,” you snapped. He finally let you go, and you wrenched your hand back. The two of you stared a beat longer before you heard Benjamin clear his throat.

“I’ll take you home, Scout.”

“No,” you said automatically. “You’re busy. I can see myself home.”

“Not happening,” Jake said. “I’ll walk you home.”

You went to say something, but he fixed a hard stare at you, cutting you off. “Don’t even try to argue with me right now, Scout. I’m taking you home, and that’s final.”

You huffed, turning on your heels and stormed out of the saloon, Jake hot on your tail. The two of you walked in silence, townsfolk casting you wide-eyed looks as you passed. When you reached your front door, you whirled around to face him.

“I’m home,” you spat. “Safe and sound. Are you happy now?”

Jake stared at you, his lips set in a hard line.

“The boys and I were plannin’ on leavin’ for an excursion tomorrow,” he said, “but I think I’ll stick around.”

You scoffed. “If you’re worried about what Isaac said, don’t be. It’s you who should be worried, actually.”

“Oh?” Jake chuckled. “And why is that?”

“I’m only telling you this as a way of thanking you for your help in the barn the other day,” you began, Jake arching an eyebrow at you. “But there’s a U.S. marshal after you and the other Daggers.”

Jake barked out a laugh, and you stared at him in confusion. Jake looked at you with a wide grin. “I ain’t worried about a U.S. marshal, pretty girl.”

“How are you being so cavalier about this?” you snapped, placing your hands on your hips.

“Because they’re always after us,” he shrugged. “Besides, I can take care of myself. You on the other hand-”

“I can take care of myself just as well as you can,” you huffed. All humor dropped from Jake’s face as he gave you a look that said he clearly didn’t believe you. You scowled at him, stalking into the house. He followed you as you marched into the kitchen. You grabbed the rifle that Benjamin insisted you keep by the back door “just in case,” and walked out the back door. Jake kept following, and you stopped just outside on the porch.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” He chuckled. Wordlessly, you scanned the yard, finding a forgotten bucket sitting on the fencepost about fifty yards away that you must have left out that morning. You raised the rifle to your shoulder, took aim, and-

BANG.

The bucket went flying in the air, a hole where you had hit it dead center. You let the rifle drop from your shoulder as you held it by your side. Turning, you caught the look of shock and intrigue that graced his face.

“He caught me off guard today,” you said. Jake looked at you, wonder shining in his eyes. “He won’t do it again.”

Jake studied you for another moment before nodding his head slowly.

“Alright, Scout,” he relented. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

Hey, I've been thinking about James with the reader who's super tall, and she's super insecure about it. Then one day one of James' friends mentions the reader's height, and then she feels bad

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language)

hii, sorry i took a while with this one; thanks so much for requesting! and no worries at all! your english is great, but it also wouldn't matter if it wasn't 🤪 even though it feels like it by now, it's not my first language either lol but isn't it just a lovely tool for us all to fantasize together 🫶 hope you like it! wasn't sure if you wanted the comfort after the angst, so i just wrote it in

pairing: James Potter x reader word count: 2.1k tags: angst, fluff, established relationship, insecure fem reader, not proofread sorry

You’re going out with James and the gang, and you’re excited for a fun night out. Until the dreaded dilemma you face every time you dress up: heels or no heels? You know from past experience that all your girlfriends will be wearing them. They range from Lily’s kitten heels to Marlene’s stilettos, but it’s always a little something for the special occasions. 

The problem is: you’re tall. Very tall. Taller than all your friends with their heels on. When you wear them too, you look like a giant. You’re also taller than your boyfriend, James, but it doesn’t usually look that off… if you’re not wearing heels. When you do, you tower over him.

But you like the shoes, for some occasions. You’d like to just be able to wear them without its being a big deal. You’ve tried so many times to convince yourself that it isn’t, that you should just do whatever you want and care less what people think about you, but as soon as you’re out, they stare, and you feel awful. 

You have a pair you think are really pretty but have literally never worn because of the significant height boost they give. You put them on, take them off, again and again, indecisive. After about the tenth time donning them, you look in the mirror and decide to go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? Short girls probably feels self-conscious about their height too, right? Everyone has something, you encourage yourself as you step out your door. 

You’re all starting the night at a nearby pub where you all meet up. When James sees you, he lights up, giving you the warmest hug. His face nuzzles easily into the crook of your neck from the height difference then he kisses you adoringly. “Hello, gorgeous,” he grins. “You look especially beautiful tonight.” He’s always so cheesy. You always love it. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you blush back. “You too.” 

“Well, I have to look nice to stand next to my girl, don’t I?” He stands tall next to you, posing, though he’s quite shorter than you. You roll your eyes smilingly at his antics and intertwine your arms. He squeezes your arm in his and leans up for a peck.

You’re all soon standing around a tall table as you catch up, having your first drinks and discussing where the night should take you. Mary brings up another nearby pub, cosier than this one, and Remus seconds the idea. Marlene boos dramatically and argues you can do that any other night. She suggests a rather rowdy club, and Sirius drumrolls the table in excitement. 

“I like that idea,” he surprises no one in saying. 

“I don’t know,” Mary pushes back. “Last time we were there, we got separated, and it was so crowded, it took ages for us to even find each other again.” “Easy fix tonight,” Sirius begins, grinning mischievously. “If we get separated, we all meet back up at Y/N. She’s like a homing beacon with those heels on! We’ll be able to see her over the crowds.” Your stomach plummets. Some of your friends are laughing, others not so much, but you, you are mortified. You feel clammy and frozen, like there’s suddenly a wide distance between you and everyone else. You want to just disappear, go home and not have to hang out with anyone ever. 

Only Lily seems to notice your discomfort, impressive given you’re giving your very best efforts to hide it even though you feel absolute shit. 

“He’s an idiot,” she whispers in your ear. “Don’t listen to him. You look great.” You turn to respond but are surprised to find trying to speak raises a knot in your throat. You can’t imagine how much more embarrassing it would be if you started crying at a stupid joke, so you just given her a strained smile and look down, trying to compose yourself. 

Everyone else has been caught up in the conversation moving on, so it’s a little while before James turns to you, noticing your quiet, your downward gaze. “Y’alright, love?” he whispers, a hand coming to the small of your back. 

“Fine.” You repeat the strained smile, hoping it’s getting more convincing with practice. 

“Sure? You seem upset.” “‘M fine.” You don’t sound fine. “Thanks,” you add, trying to lighten the tone. 

“Alright,” he says, though he doesn’t sound convinced. “So what do you feel like doing?” “I don’t know… Maybe something where we’re sitting?”

“Sitting?” he laughs, thinking you must be joking. When you cringe, he realizes you aren’t. “Oh, uh, why?” Then, looking like a cartoon lightbulb has just gone off above his head, he asks, “Are your shoes hurting your feet or something? I don’t understand how you lot wear those things.” 

“No, I —“ you begin, but quickly realize that could be a good, believable, non-embarrassing — well, at least less embarrassing — excuse. “Um, yeah, a bit.” 

“Oh, well we can find places to take breaks whenever you want. Don’t worry, I’ll go with you to sit as often as you like,” he smiles. 

You just smile back, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. When he’s not looking, you crouch down a bit awkwardly to be the same height as your friends around you. You try to keep this up, but after a while, it’s hurting your back, so you fall in and out of the pose for as long as you can stand it. 

The night goes on, a destination eventually decided upon, a compromise in the end. Most of your friends seem to be having a good time, but you have been quiet all night. You haven’t been able to shake the feelings of discomfort and self-consciousness that joke sparked in you. You just feel sad. Not to mention your back is killing you from constantly trying to look shorter. 

“James, I think I want to go home,” you say into his ear. He turns to you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“What? So early? What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling so well.” 

“D’you feel sick? Have you had too much?” he asks, lifting his drink. You shake your head. “Your feet hurt?” he guesses again. 

“A little. Look, it’s fine; it’s not a big thing, I’m just tired, okay?” You’re tense and pained and just want to get out of here. You feel the tears welling back up, and you’re keen to leave before the waterworks. You give James a quick kiss, adding “Don’t worry! Have fun! I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” in an off, fake enthusiasm then bolt to the door. 

As you leave, you’re walking so quickly that you bump into some random bloke. 

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he chortles then starts full out laughing with his mate next to him. You push past him. 

You have no idea what he was laughing at. Maybe they had been laughing before you bumped into him. Maybe they were just completely pissed and needed no reason. But your already self-conscious brain immediately feels like they were laughing at you, at how much taller than them you were. 

You can’t help it now and start softly crying as you walk a bit further down then lean against the wall. The ease on your back feels nice, but you wish you could just teleport home. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting people to see you crying. 

So you don’t notice James approach you until you hear his worried, low voice. 

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s going on?” He grabs your wrists ever so gently and, holding your hands to his chest with one hand, brings the other to wipe your tears. “Darling, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You see how scared he is and know ugly scenarios are running through his mind. You want to reassure him quickly but you can’t get yourself together. The guilt of the real reason you’re so upset being stupid in comparison makes you feel even worse, and you sob as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, love, it’s alright,” he coos, holding you close and petting your hair. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You step back a bit, wiping your face aggressively and shaking your head at yourself. 

“It’s stupid, Jamie, really I’m fine,” you muffle.

“I just want to help you be okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” You look into his beautiful eyes, the worry in them shining through. You love him. You hate worrying him. And talking to him about anything always makes you feel better. 

“I’m just too tall,” you confess. “What?” he seems genuinely lost. 

“I’m too tall,” you repeat, more softly this time, looking at the floor in shame. 

“Too tall? Baby, what’s brought this on?” 

“It’s stupid, I know. I just, I can’t stop thinking about it since Sirius made that joke.”

“What joke?” “‘If we get separated, just look for the giant,’” you misquote sarcastically. 

“Oh, darling. All night you’ve been upset? I’m so sorry I didn’t do something. I thought you were just a bit tired or something.” “I’m so embarrassed,” you whisper. 

“You shouldn’t be,” James says, with more bite in his voice. “Really, you shouldn’t. Not at your height, not at your feelings. Fuck, baby, I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” He pulls you into a warm hug as you shake your head. He just holds you a long time, till your breathing is even and slow again, then pulls back, keeping his arms around you. 

“Hey,” James whispers. “Hey,” you whisper back. 

“I hate seeing you sad,” he says through a comforting smile. It manages to make you smile subtly back at him. “My gorgeous girl.” He kisses your cheek, still moist with tears. “Baby, you’re so beautiful. You don’t have to look like everyone else.” “Thanks.” 

“I mean it, Y/N. I think you’re ridiculously gorgeous. Tall, sure, but you’re just too perfect to be anything else. You’re majestic.” You scoff but laugh a bit at him. 

“Majestic? I’m a mess most of the time.”

“You can be a mess and still look majestic. You do it all the time,” he says playfully. “You, my love, are like a queen.” You roll your eyes, but your face has softened. “You’re my queen,” he says more sweetly and kisses you.

“Thank you, Jamie. I’m sorry I was being stupid,” you voice your dark thought.  “Sweetheart,” he chides lovingly. “That’s nothing to be sorry for. I just wish you’d told me earlier. You’re not even a little bit stupid. Only for suffering alone,” he jokes. “We all have things. I get self-conscious about not being tall enough for you to like me,” he confesses, looking nervous. 

“I don’t like you, I love you.” He smiles at this.

“And I’ll never get used to my queen loving me back.” His tone is teasing again, still vulnerable but very him. 

You both take a deep breath and, eyes meeting, just chuckle together for a moment. You shake off the intense emotions, the charged conversation. You sigh and hug him again, his body eager to receive you. 

“What do you want to do, love?” His hand is caressing your back as he looks into your eyes. “We’ll do whatever you feel like.” You have to take a long time to consider it. You’d been so desperate to go home just moments ago, but now you’re unsure. You feel so much lighter and take your time thinking about what would make you happy, everyone else be damned. 

“I want to dance. With you. And not crouch anymore,” you laugh. “My back is fucking killing me.” 

“Crouching? Y/N, if I catch you crouching, I’m going to be very upset,” he teases. “You wanna dance? Let’s go dance, baby.” You nod, smiling. 

“Just help me sneak to the toilets first. I’m sure I look a mess.” “You’re beautiful, but sounds good. Then we dance.” He kisses you. “And then, once you’ve danced all you want to dance, we’ll take you home, and I’ll give you the best massage you’ve ever gotten. Your feet and back are going to be grateful they’re sore.” You scoff lovingly and put your arm in his.

As you head back inside, you stand tall next to James, feeling like you’re floating, happy for now to be majestic mess. 

[wannaeatramyeon]

S/o being a real wife material and girl friend and a daughter of a gang leader/yakuza. (To be honest I been messing around the Cai chat group of Gun and my OC somehow it end up being my OC being to wife material that Gun fell for her lol)

SAM!! I DID IT!! So so sooooo sorry for taking so long. Thank you for the ask and providing your services for delicious C.ai. You provide the best little brain children. This turned out REALLY fun to write! As always, I read the request and hit half of it at best 🙇🏻‍♀️

Gun Park x Reader: I do

Part 2 here

Gun easily picks you out.

At first the madame refuses. Gun stuffs her mouth with so much gold that she tells you he is top priority, a V-VIP. You cannot say no to his company, and she would happily face the wrath of your father.

So be it.

Sitting in a quiet corner, where the dimlights are forgiving with the worn leather sofa and the permanent water stains on the low table, Gun watches you sashay across the room to him. In a flimsy dress, cheap and shiny; skin-coloured to allude to nudity and keep the salacious patrons hungry and eager.

Your movements turn many heads. It's not a surprise.

"Hi~" you say, your voice sickly sweet as you take a seat next to him. Too close to be appropriate in anywhere but a hostess bar. "What's your name, handsome?"

"Shiro Oni," he replies simply, the words ringing in the air.

Gun lights up a cigarette, giving you a small courtesy to catch up with the meaning of the name, of tonight.

Your demeanour from a second ago is already long gone.

"Yamazaki Yuzuru," you spit, automatically recoiling away, "Or is it Gun Park you go by now?"

"Call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter," he takes another drag, impressed that you worked it out so quickly. Impressed that you know of his other alias.

"What do you want?" With anyone else you would have stormed out of the room, but you can't afford to leave.

"I'm here to discuss our agreement."

A simple statement of fact that incenses you.

"No fucking way."

"You keep saying no to an arranged marriage. Are you stupid?"

"I don't want to marry a fucking stranger." This is too far. You're in no mood for this conversation. You stand to leave but his hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist.

"Not so fast. I have an offer for you."

His tone compels you, all business and serious. No-one ever includes you in the family business. No-one ever takes you seriously.

It's here that Gun really looks at you. His pitch-black eyes staring into yours and chilling you to the bone. Yet you don't flinch, you're not afraid.

Gun smiles a little at this, you could be useful.

Your reputation precedes you. A spitball with a rebellious streak, a force to be reckoned with. Could have been great if you were born a man. Shame that the Yakuza still has outdated traditions. What a fucking waste.

"You don't want to be the daughter of a Yakuza clan forever. No ambitions, no power, no freedom. Forever under the thumb of your father and other men."

Gun can read you already. No-one behaves like you do expecting to just be a meek and filial daughter all their life. His next words reach into your soul.

"Join me, come to South Korea. I will make you my equal."

An equal? A partnership? Unheard of in the underworld. Scoffed at by your father, your mother, your brothers despite how much better you are. There must be a catch. "And what do you gain from it?"

"It benefits our clans to join. Saves a lot of headaches especially when my attention is elsewhere."

It's an honest admission of a weak spot you did not expect. "What if I say no?"

Gun stubs out his cigarette, so casual, so relaxed. "Then I will just kill every single one of you. Everyone you know will die."

Ah, there it is.

You thought your hairs would stand on end, you thought your jaw would drop in shock. But of course with the Shiro Oni, even with his 'attention elsewhere', when has anyone ever rejected him and lived to tell the tale. The Magami clan bloodshed a grim warning to anyone that would ever consider crossing him.

Gun's full attention is on you. A weaker person would shrink under his gaze. "Do you accept? I won't ask again."

You deliberate.

A chance to be greater than your birthright; to be seen as more than what is between your legs.

It's certainly enticing.

As much as it pains you to admit it, he's right. Your entire clan will either die by his hand or best case, stay where you are and you are destined to amount to nothing.

And maybe you can get to know this demon in South Korea. This 'Gun Park'. Being together. Here is a stranger that already offers you something no-one ever has, that fulfils all your desires without even fully knowing you.

Childish notions of romance still float in your head, despite how much you have tried to harden yourself from such foolish daydreams.

Staring into his eyes, you swallow down any doubt. You don't think about how this is exactly like making a deal with the devil.

"I do."

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry] pt. 2

read part 1 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: light angst, mention of drugs/alcohol

a/n: hey, thanks for all the love on the last part! i promise I'm not churning these out like crazy lol, i wrote the first chapter way before posting it here. not a lot of ethan in this one because we have to flesh out the lore, but i make up for it with some tara/sam angst! yippee!

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“I can’t believe it. I actually can’t believe it.” Chad’s eyes are wide with amazement. “Y/N, at a loss for words? Because of a guy?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, it happened!” Tara said.

I was beginning to get tired of this back and forth. 

Friday nights were usually fun, the whole gang gathered in Tara’s room, getting ready for the night’s festivities (in this case, a house party at the Woodsboro Community College), but today, my friends seemed more interested in rehashing today’s lunchtime events.

“Do you know what his name was?” Anika asks.

“Oh god, please don’t egg them on,” I groan. “No, I didn’t catch it.”

“Hey, he didn’t throw it, either,” Tara teases. “He was probably just as nervous. The dude could barely even make eye contact with her.”

Chad sits up on Tara’s bed. “What did you say he looked like?”

“Uh, tall, really tall. Curly brown hair? He was new, I’d never seen him before. And neither had Tara, so don’t chalk it up to my being a newcomer.”

“Wait. Oh my god.” Mindy suddenly chimes in. “I know who he is. His name is Ethan Landry, he’s in my American History.”

I can’t lie; I’m excited by this. “Really? Why haven’t we seen him before?”

“Because he just moved here.” She grins. “Hey, I thought you’d given up on high school boys, anyway.”

I tinge pink. “Never say never, I guess?”

Chad and Tara whoop. Anika rolls her eyes at them. “Do you think he’ll be there tonight?”

I scoff. “I doubt it. We already have to lie about being college students to get in, anyway.”

Tara’s eyes glimmer. “Hey, you never know. That means you have to get extra dressed up for tonight, just in case he’s there.”

I am not prepared for one of Tara’s evil-genius machinations, especially not a makeover. But I entertain the fantasy for a second too long, and she takes my silence as agreement. 

That’s how I find myself in one of Tara’s old dresses, a strappy black thing that hangs too low on my chest for my liking. After fighting over it for a long while, she eventually agrees to add a long-sleeved top underneath, if only to stop my whining.

Yet even though my getting-ready process was the most involved, I’m still the first one downstairs, which is typical. I’m debating whether or not to run for the hills and go home when Sam comes through the front door.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Is Tara upstairs?” She sets down a few bags of groceries and turns to lock the four deadbolts freshly nailed to the door. 

“Hey, Sam. Yeah, she is. I think everyone will be down soon.”

There’s an uncomfortable energy between us. Sam has never liked me much. Not because of my character or anything, as Tara has reassured me, but she’s overly wary of outsiders ever since last year’s attack. I try not to blame her, but I can’t help but feel a little hurt when she keeps her distance, giving me a once-over instead of asking about my day.

The tension is broken when I hear the rest of the gang come down the stairs. Sam smiles when she sees Tara, but it fades when she notices that we’re all dressed up. “Hey, Tar, where are you guys going tonight?”

Tara shifts her weight from foot to foot. “My friend at Woodsboro Community College offered us an in, so… we’re taking advantage of our youth?”

Sam’s face darkens. “No. No way, Tar. You remember the last time someone had a party around here? We nearly died.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” Tara groans. “You were out of my life for five years now you can’t let me be alone for five minutes..”

I look at Chad, uncomfortable. He slightly shakes his head at me– better not to interfere.. Still, I feel like I have to say something. “Hey, Tara, maybe she’s right, we could just–”

Tara whips around to glare at me. “You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N. Butt the fuck out.” Her words sting, but I step back and sit on the couch.

“I’m not interested in living in the fucking past, Sam,” she continues. “I’m not gonna let what happened to me for three days define me for the rest of my life.”

Sam is quiet. I expect her to snap, to yell at all of us, but she just stares at Tara for a few seconds.

Finally, she picks up her bag again. “Alright. Fine. Go to the party, bring your taser, or not, I don’t care. I won’t be here when you get back.”

Tara’s eyes widen. “Wait, Sam. Wait. I’m sorry, I–”

“No, it’s really fine.” She glances around the room, where the rest of us are trying to blend into the shadows. “I hope you guys have fun. If some psycho killer tries to get you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With that, she marches upstairs, and I hear her bedroom door slam and lock. 

No one knows what to say. Tara turns her back, and I see her wiping away angry tears. Without looking at us, she opens the front door. “Okay! Who’s ready?”

“Tara, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Anika says. “We can stay back if you want, I mean–”

“Nope! What I want is to get so shit-faced I don’t remember this conversation. Let’s go.”

My stomach still feels hollow, but I silently follow Tara out of the door. Anika and Mindy follow close behind. 

Chad takes a second before making up his mind. He grabs his keys. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go, then.”

[sunlightandsuffering]

Eren rolls a couple notes up and slips them right between her boobs while she’s flirting with another guy at the bar! Said guy is in shock, even more so when she shrugs and gets up and follows Eren to the back!! Tbh, she was only flirting with this guy because she looked hot tonight and Eren wasn’t there, was probably supposed to be out of town for some gang related stuff and when he got back he checked her location and decided to turn up. His dick got hard the moment he saw her tits spilling out of that tight dress that was riding dangerously high up her thighs. Probably didn’t even see the loser buying her drinks, just wanted to show “not his girl” (definitely his girl) his appreciation 😏 this incident does not help his case that he’s paying for sex 😭

I got this idea from your tattoo artist fic where he pays Miki by putting the cash she’s refusing to take in between her cleavage!!

K anon i loved this so much I had to write a drabble for it, sorry anon that's why it took me a bit lol!! but omg aww, i forget about tattoo artist Miki and Eren sometimes, this is a great reminder lol!

It's not like Eren to show affection.

Wait scratch that, it's not like her or Eren to show affection. They just don't. They're not dating, they're not friends, they're not anything really, enemies at worst, fuck buddies at best, and she wouldn't even extend the courtesy that far. But at the same time, she finds herself missing him when he's not around, finds her gaze circling the bar, waiting for him to show up, to take her to the back room and fuck her brains out like she wants. She hasn't seen him in a while, can she really be blamed? She'd covertly asked Armin and the blonde had given her this smug all-knowing look that she wanted to smack off his face, but ultimately had told her he was out on gang business, something about betting, bookkeeping, she wasn't too sure.

So here she is, pouting as she talks to some Eren wannabe, some hotshot waving his vape around like he isn't vaping fucking cotton candy. It's almost instantly offputting, but he's about the only acceptable one in the bar right now, so she powers through, at least it doesn't smell like smoke as she's so accustomed to from most of her family members.

It could be worse, but then again, it could be better, he could smell like mint and aftershave and the heady scent of Eren's cologne.

The guy gives her a slick smile, his finger trailing along her forearm in some pathetic attempt at flirtation as he attempts to flag the bartender down to grab her a drink.

"What do you want sugar?" Ugh, a nickname too? There's only one person she'll tolerate nicknames from, and it's only because he's particularly good at evading her punches and has a nice dick, no one else.

Mikasa grits her teeth, smile tight, "A corona is fine." "Oh a beer girl, you sure you don't want something a little fruitier?" Absolutely not on her life, it's much harder for guys to drug beer bottles in her experience, and although she's not sure if that's what he's about just yet, he clearly doesn't know exactly who he's dealing with.

She maintains her smile, icy as can be as she gives him a delicate nod, playing the part of demure party girl who has no idea what's going on here, that this bar is used for drug deals and money handoffs.

"I'm okay, I like my beer." He shrugs, making another aggressive motion for the bartender, but he's once again ignored in favour of higher paying customers with more clout. Mikasa fights to hold back her chuckle, Eren would never be refused and if he was the bartender's head would be on the counter, knife to his throat.

The boytoy has teeth if nothing else.

It's really too bad he's not here.

But God must be smiling down on her or something, because before her date for the night can say another word, make another smarmy grab for her waist, cop a feel at her ass, she feels the very alarming touch of another man on her breasts, warm paper cylinders slipping down her top. She almost whips out the knives, who dares to touch her so callously, so boldly and as she looks down, who the fuck thought she was worth 200 in her titties just for existing. Irate silver eyes turn and just as quickly as she's enraged, she melts again

"Eren," she breathes excitedly, because he looks exceptionally handsome tonight, his hair windswept and clearly still high on adrenaline, shirt sticking to every crevice of his chest and arms.

He shrugs, not even bothering to greet her date, not deeming him worth the energy, talks only to her in a low brusque tone, "You look hot tonight Mika, get yourself something good from the bartender." And then Eren snaps, slamming his right hand rather aggressively down onto the bartop, one quick rumble and the bartender appears almost immediately.

Her date is shocked still, mouth hung open in awe while Mikasa eyes up her first choice for the night, considering all the different ways she wants to bed him. "Get her a shot, Patron, none of that cheap shit," he mulls the rest of his decision over for a moment, giving her a quick once over, before shaking his head conspiratorily, "And a corona I guess."

Mikasa beams at him, and he gives her hip a quick pat before pulling out another wad of cash, he must have done well tonight. He slaps it on the counter, before leaning over the bar to very casually grab an entire bottle of vodka, probably for his table if she had to guess, but she knows the cash will more than cover it. He looks up at her date finally, as if remembering he was there, Eren's pretty face pulls up into a disgusted scowl as he notes his hand on her forearm, "And you, newbie, you want anything?" The boy swallows nervously, shaking his head and Eren shrugs before giving her ass a quick smack and waltzing back to his table with his entire bottle of vodka, like he didn't just blow her mind, didn't just pop 200 between her tits bc she looked pretty tonight. And she supposes that's what really attracts her to Eren in the end, his ability to take complete control of a situation, dominate her attention, no one else has ever captured her interest in quite the same way. And as the bartender hands her the corona and her shot, she thinks she wants that tonight and not some green newbie. She takes her shot quickly, chomping down on the lime and wiping her lips with her sleeve, before grabbing the bottle neck of her corona, "I'll see you later newbie, I've got business to take care of." And then she trounces off to see her man, cuddle up in his lap and sip on his vodka until he agrees to leave with her.

She thinks he deserves a little something for saving her from the douche bag and well, like Eren said, she looks hot tonight, her little black dress barely covering her important bits, someone should appreciate it.

[fluffypotatey]

watching Leverage: ep 7

we back at it! later this time bc i have uni

anyway! no pre-game thoughts today sorry 😔

ok so the reaction was a longer one tonight, so i'm just gonna have all of that be under the cut and save your dash some space 😅

Le Reaction: spoilers, obviously

thumbnail shows parker in a pink dress???? are they heist a birthday party or something????

ITALAIN MUSIC??? WE DOING THE MOB????

MAN'S EVEN GOT THE MOB VOICE

awww no ray :((((

nathan? why are you so disgruntled? sophie wants to help her friend? what am i missing???? is he bothered because he wasn't in the know????

sir you are always ragging on about your team doing good things but now you're so put off about it???

why does this bother me lol

what, is there gonna be a parallel nathan will see between himself and the mob and he'll realize 'ah shit, i was being an ass sorry about that'? idk nathan's attitude bothers me

bitch?

she wants help????

parker you have bettered my mood. damn 6 seconds, that kid might rival her in the future

YES BABES BACKUP SOPHIE

YES SOPHIE GUILT TRIP YOUR MAN

THEY RAGGING ON THE FBI BLESS

alec...your arms???? that shirt does wonders my dude, 10/10, you would give the best hugs

ALEC AND PARKER DUO IS BACK AT IT FUCK YEAH

they make the fbi so gullible omfg beautiful

"the bug....singular?.....good-good work *dying inside*" i'm in love with him

it pains him that they are so incompetent. like 'these are the guys who are supposed to be investigating federal crimes??? i've been scared of these fools???'

oh ho ho, the site i'm using is being a little bitch so i'm going back to my pirating roots and playing the buffer game with it! you think you can beat me fmovies? me? a child who was there when kissanime and kisscartoon were my bitch?

"she smells like jasmine" *frantically gets my notebook* DOES SHE???? TELL ME MORE AGENT MAN!

ohhhhhh lordie, ELIOT'S IN THE FBI BUILDING???? stress levels have peaked! but he's got alec so hopefully all goes well

eliot's so nervous awww bb ("i just plug it in, right?" "if i have to say yes again, i will hurt you" i love them your honor)

oh....oh this just got hilarious

CASSETTE TAPES! YEAH YOU CAN'T HACK THAT LMFAO

eliot and alec are so funny ("how do i exit the fucking fbi with a box of tapes????" "idk punch a dude" "......i'll punch someone" bless)

ok yeah, fire alarm could work

alec, you blessed human being <3

i think your sass is a damn treasure! don't listen to them, alec. nathan just has a stick up his ass this episode

lmao sophie, i love you "it's a bit like an opera" and the couple is just yelling at each other

awwww poor maria. she just wants a nice wedding but her mom has taken over :( i'm on maria's side! i don't care if she'll turn out to be someone the gang has to fight i am on her side!

NATHAN YOU ARE NOT IMPERSONATING A PRIEST

AFTER YOUR HEART TO HEART WITH FATHER PAUL???? YOU'D BETRAY YOUR FRIEND LIKE THIS???? SHAME NATHAN

sophie, sweetie, sweetheart, baby, darling, dearest....you good?

EY ELIOT'S THE CHEF! AND LOOKS LIKE HE'S A PRO look at him with his bandana and jacket, so cute

eliot's stress cooking could rival ramsey's methinks

correct my bandana man, everything's in context, knives are very cool, please do that flip thing again

nathan: did ya find the money? everyone: no bitch we're stressed af

how dare she spit out that food. that sounded good af. food court??? where have you been where the food court is nasty? she probably hates mushrooms doesn't she. yeah, that's it. she has no taste

you should have let him shank her nathan

alec doing more than the fbi AS HE SHOULD

MARIA! I JUST MET A GIRL NAMED MARIA

oh no don't-- NOOOOO NOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

:((((((((

not the fat shaming i WILL cry AH NO IT'S BECOME TOO PERSONAL

the bridesmaid's face T^T

parker stop it :( no you've already gone too far

ah yes...."misconceptions" how vague mister mob sir

nathan "i went to seminary school but now i am the leader for a band of thieves" ford pretending to be a priest is the funniest thing

omg the groom is too pure RUN SIR RUN AWAY

me everytime the mob dude says reverend: "father. it's father! no, SAY FATHER DAMNIT!"

"hardison, office phone!" he yells, loudly, in the echo-y hallway

ok, seriously, what is up with nathan? why is he so worked up over this? is it because it's a wedding and his previous marriage didn't work out? nah, seriously, man, what is up your ass this episode???

you dare hurt sophie. you dare upset her. you dare dismiss her anger and disappointment with you. shame for nathan! jail for nathan for 50 years!

ok alec and eliot's convo is super confusing when i've already seen the horse girl episode. "what was her name?" alec, you met her in ep3???? her name is amy, she's a firecracker and is upset at eliot for leaving her nothing but a promise ring, keep up my good sir

ok double checked bestie's dvd list and yeah so THIS was allegedly ep3 which makes so much more sense with the continuity

imma just ignore that i've already seen The Horse Job for the sake of alec and eliot's heart to heart

awwww alec and parker little moment! she looks cute in the bridesmaid dress

STOP BEING SO SMOOTH ALEC MY HEART PARKER HOW DO YOU DEAL

of course alec's the dj, what a brilliant cover

leverage's clue for spotting crime lords: they wear a thick gold necklace with high collar undershirts

maria noooooooo! don't cry deary! yes sophie comfort her!!

ok sophie that's not what i meant, but if it makes you happy, i guess....? also are you still on the comms? can nathan hear you? oh shit he can (you deserve it tho, nate, you've been mean)

sophie....you are not going to make maria a runaway bride, right???

"what is it? i got bacon on!" he's like a soft spoken but still pissed of gordon ramsey

AYO ELIOT??? HOW??? WHAT IS YOUR LIFE I STILL DON'T KNOW! THE FLASHBACKS PROVIDE NO HELP JUST MORE QUESTIONS!!!

oh no the fbi is gonna crash the party? <- this is an assumption

"i'm gonna pull the plug!" you've said that like 3 times already this season and every time y'all are able to think outside the box. your faith is too low, methinks, father nathaniel. maybe if you just took a breather you'll be fine

oop sophie's staying! well, well, well what will our crew do?

"is it the russian mob, or is it the fear of intimacy?" oh she cut DEEP they all felt that lmao

and how quickly nathan switched up! can't let sophie go at it alone!

oh my lord i still have 20 minutes????

oh no he's gonna ramble about contracts. there are two ways this could go

oh no, i really hoped his ramble was option 2

tell me you got divorced without telling me you got divorced!

ok, ok, i can work with this speech? .....nope, nope, nope, i'm getting second hand embarrassment

question: would you have nathan officiate your wedding? for me? no, i'd rather it be sophie. maybe eliot, he'd be awkward about it, but it'd be genuine

oh? the plot thickens.....and it thickens more!!! AND IT THICKENS MORE????? HOW MANY LAYERS????

oh...dear, run eliot!!! too late for you!

"now, i will kill you," he says, waving his knives like a clown. what is this? the cha cha from cha cha slide?

smart thinking parker. also i see you, "i was going to meet the dj here" i know who you meant

no :( don't interrupt the maid of honor :( she's a sweetheart :( she's done nothing wrong. alec, don't you dare! but you complimented her, so we're cool again

THE BALLS ALEC TO PUSH THE FUCKING BUTCHER LIKE THAT MY KING

parker you have no shame. i love you

yay someone complimented eliot's cooking!!! and it was alec!!! my ot3 heart is thriving

oh the irony

oh that's cold nathan

they got the restaurant back!

YOU'RE JUST GONNA SHOW OFF ELIOT'S BARE ARMS LIKE THAT??? WITH NO WARNING????

General thoughts

sooooooooo looks like i over did the word limit for the reaction block....woops

anyway, i had a lot to say about this episode and i think it is very easy to understand my sentiments over it (though how coherent is debatable). this episode was nice and i liked that we got to do a heist with the mob!

however, i was really bothered with nathan this episode. maybe it has to do with the mis-mashed continuity and maybe this nathan is just an earlier characterization of him. but yeah after the horse job and the miracle job, the nathan for the episode just confused me and annoyed me. he got better towards the end, but just...idk i wasn't of fan of him today.

overall, i did enjoy the episode and i liked how they played on cliches when it came to the mob (the italian restaurant, the daughter's wedding, the voice™️).

[mamamittens]

Trick or Treat

Day #14 of Spooktober (no, you're not missing a post, I've just delayed #13 for a few days)

Fandom: One Piece (Everyone is young and nothing hurts AU)

Ship: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,039

Bit of a weak end but I deeply underestimated how much work would ride my ass this month, and I need to shower and go to bed like... now lol. So this is mostly just for cuteness and to 'finish' on Halloween, don't look too deep into it.

Ace tightened the bow under Luffy’s chin, the seven-year-old bouncing on his heels with excitement, dark eyes wide and gleaming. Despite his best efforts, Ace couldn’t help but smirk.

“Think you can keep your costume on all night, Luffy?” Ace asked, stepping away to admire the completed look. Makino did good work putting together the patchwork cloak for Luffy’s ‘ghost’ costume, tied securely with a bright red ribbon around his neck that matched the straw hat he refused to go without. She was also the one who made the gloves and wolf ears for Ace himself, along with helping Sabo apply the vampire makeup. Out of the three of them, Sabo had the least amount of work to do, having plenty of spare fancy clothes to work with.

“Yeah! You wait and see, I’ll have my costume on all night!” Luffy reassured him. Ace snorted, rolling his eyes. He refused to believe he was so childish at that age.

Obviously, at the much wiser age of twelve, Ace knew more than Luffy did. Which is why he agreed to dress up with his baby brother to begin with. Knowing Luffy as he did, he would probably follow some random stranger around for extra candy if he thought he could get away with it. Sabo rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Sure you will, Luffy. Remember to thank Makino before we go!” Sabo reminded him. Luffy froze in shock, horrified suddenly.

“Oh no! I almost forgot! Thank you, Sabo!” Luffy cried out, racing back to the house where Makino stood with a bowl of candy and a patient smile. Luffy leapt up, latching his arms around her neck as she laughed, trying not to drop Luffy or the candy. “Thank you Makino-nee! Mwah!” Luffy pressed a messy, childish kiss to her cheek before dropping back down and rushing back to their side.

“Are you going to thank Makino too, Ace?” Sabo asked with a sly grin, plastic fangs poking out from his lips. Ace sputtered and hissed.

“Shut. Up!” Ace bristled at the reminder of his crush, but otherwise ignored the comment. He’d thank Makino by giving her some of his candy later. Huffing, he stormed away, not waiting for his dumb brother to catch up as he laughed.

“Hey! Hey! Where are we going first, Ace? Can we go to Gramp’s house? Last year he gave out whole rotisserie chickens!” Luffy cheered. Ace shuddered at the reminder.

“Uh—absolutely not.” Ace muttered nervously, mind viciously flashing back to the running they had to do to keep the chicken. “H-Hey! How about we see if Law will join us?” Ace distracted his little brother. Sabo cocked a brow and smirked again.

“Traffy! Yeah! Let’s get him! C’mon Ace! C’mon Sabo!” Luffy cheered, dashing ahead of them to the fancy house at the end of the street.

Law was dressed up as a mad scientist, white lab coat splattered with fake blood and black gloves on his hands. Ridiculous hat still in place as he glared Kid, who was dressed in an excessive amount of leather alongside his friend Killer, like they belonged in a biker gang.

“Ah. Luffy. Are we going together?” Law sighed. Luffy, quite naturally, exploded with excitement.

“Yeah! We’re going to Gramp’s house last to see if he gives us meat again!” Luffy cheered.

“The hell we are!” Ace bit out reflexively, heart shuddering. Knowing their luck, they’d have to navigate a haunted maze to ‘earn’ anything. And trying to bully Luffy through a scary event was well past what Ace wanted to do with his time tonight.

“Tsk, let’s just get this show on the road, losers.” Kid snarled. And so, three became six.

Later, if he was asked, he would claim to not know when the hell their small group became a small army of children. Ussop joined with Sanji and Chopper—a knight, prince, and magician respectively—followed by Nami dressed as a witch dragging a samurai Zoro. Brook snuck in somehow with Franky, Robin, and his own friend Deuce. All four dressed as ‘tourists’ in Hawaiian shirts with a large, white cardboard frame for a ‘picture’.

Their first victim was, also naturally, Shanks. Dressed as Freddy Krueger, he laughed loudly and passed them each king-sized chocolate bars with a wink. Buggy scoffed, business suit with devil horns and wings downright subdued to his normal attire. Naturally, he handed out small packets of cotton candy when asked politely. All the while acting as though he had no idea why anyone was bothering him so late at all.

Crocodile didn’t have any costume at all and gave them a single snack size snickers bar, a trend that followed with all of Gramp’s colleagues.

“Well, look what we have here! Fine, well-behaved children ready to pay the toll!” Doflamingo crowed, looming over them from behind his gate.

Ace hissed at him alongside Law.

“The hell we are!” Ace shoved Luffy behind him.

“Hello uncle.” Law muttered in disdain. “Does dad know you’re trying to bully kids for candy again?” Law asked with a sneer.

Doflamingo sniffed, head jerking away at the implication.

“Your candy haul sucks anyway.” Doflamingo clicked his tongue and stalked away without another word.

“Ah! Luffy! Look who I brought!” Ace’s head snapped in the direction of Jinbe’s voice. The fishman was dressed up as a ghost too, a sheet with holes covering almost his entire body. Behind him was a familiar group of older kids.

“Pineapple!” Luffy cheered, bounding up the street to tackle Marco’s leg. He was, in fact, dressed up as a pineapple. How literally anyone managed that, Ace had no idea. Thatch snickered beside him, dressed as a cowboy alongside Izo, who made a very convincing naval captain (Gramps was going to lose it if he sees the costume and the last thing Ace wanted was to sit around while Gramps and Pops argued for three hours about them joining the Marines again).

“Alright! Looks like the party’s really getting started!” Thatch cackled, ruffling Ace’s hair as he dutifully inspected everyone’s costumes. “Hey, I hear there’s a corn maze and hay rides on the other side of town. Pops agreed to give us a lift if you wanna try it out!” Thatch grinned, winking at Ace.

Ace could feel his face flush in embarrassment despite nodding.

His family was large, noisy, and ridiculously everywhere he turned but… he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

[therealbuunee]

"I can't erase you. It's your birthday ! Today would've made 4 years. If we stuck it out. Life happened though and even though things are way better than they have ever been. It's more than that when I miss my friend."  - Kimaa 9:37 am

I get it . I understand

Wyd today?

Idk yet

That's different

You normally already have plans.

Yeah I'm cooling this time around

That's good honestly but it's your birthday you gotta do something!

Nah lol

No fr

You gotta blow candles out today tf

At least do that

Lol nah

📵 Missed Call

I said I'm otp I was gonna call back

📵 Missed Call

Everything after that is far from a mystery we've done this before...

Dinner turned into a walk in the park literally. After drinking and finishing two cups of passion fruit margaritas. I started to wonder if you needed to drink to be around me. Yea it was that obvious. The hookah was far from done and the food wasn't hitting how I thought it would. So I sat and puffed away. I invited you out tonight so the bills on me. Before long we were headed out of CARNEVAL and standing out front really wasn't it for me. I could've gone home from there that would have been fine by me. You asked me how far DOMINO PARK was from where we were. At this point I'm thinking to myself. This is too good to be true. No yelling no cursing eye rolling. No attitude as  calm as can be. From the moment you hopped out that Uber waking across the street in that dress I knew what you came to do. You had changed so much. I had evolved and was afraid to show you. Many things crossed my mind during these short moments with you. Between the phone call to ask me where I was to the instant I laid eyes on you. The eruption of butterflies in my belly grew. I just hoped you wouldn't sense my excitement. No matter how happy I was I refused to tell you. You asked if I wanted to go to the park. Nothing but confusion filled my mind. What's being in that park mean to you ? Til this day I have no clue. Thinking back to the first night we did that I'm pretty sure you remember that night too. How you slept for hours in the car. I stayed up making sure no one would interrupt you. The relaxation over your face as you leaned back in your seat still so close to me. Maybe it was the liquor or the fact that you made me kiss you in front of every body. This kiss was nothing compared to others we've shared many. It was the way you did it lol . I hated the fact that you were actually in there. Spending the amount of time that I did there was nothing compared to growing up there although I spent a lot of time. I guess it would never be the same. You being there is being there together felt wrong. Who were those bitches you brung with you. I wanted to  take you home get you away from there. I wanted to go home too. That night is such a blur ... Amy heart aches alot was going on ! I could taste the tequila on your lips when ours met.  You were drinking. I asked if you drove and you said yeah ! The bitches that came with you I had never seen them before. I knew Thea and Mani Emoni what ever her name is. The one you said smelled like piss. I had already planned to make the gang shirts. I offered you one and all these bitches wanted one too. I didn't like Mani simply became you exposed me to her. I shouldn't have been mad at her I should been upset with you. I have never done anything like that to you . Why would you expose what's yours ?   Why would I expose what's mine ?... We gave each other parts of one another that no one else had seen ! Foolish of me to believe I was special. Mani wasn't even a horrible person. I could feel your energy good bad ugly fake I'm going to know. Playing dumb has its rewards every time. Posted up in front 340 the next generation of red bullies ! Double S Byron My Fave just came home. You walked up the ramp towards us the way you and Shay talked to each other it was as if Footz was there. Nobody else seemed to notice but us. You told me to stay here you'd be back to pick me up. I had no clue where you went. I waited for you until I couldn't wait anymore. Being in that apartment you could feel everything, most of all the hurt the pain was heavy. I wished at times that this could all be a bad dream. When you called me from OT crying on the other end of the phone. You just said you needed me. I put you on mute and begin to laugh to my bros like this shit gotta be a joke.

It's been 51 days since I seen you last I've been trying to burry my mind in just about anything trying to consume so much so that I wouldn't think about us. I'd been trying to figure out in my mind what I would say to you. What could I say to you I could tell you the truth that life has been difficult. I lost my sense of clarity my peace hope all of these things I possessed on my own that seemed to be enhanced by your presence I still love with all of me whole heartedly I still wear my heart on my sleeve and now that your away from me I found a new sense of peace light love and clarity. My hope still lives in you. I knew you were capable I believed our love wouldn't allow you to do it. I could tell from the look in your eyes that day I blew it. I never imagined the day would come where I lost you. I knew at some point in time that I had you. The wall you built was so tuff to break yet hear I was everyday with a bag of tools. I still don't know if I hurt you. 51 days I used you have this thought that I knew you sooo well it turns out I didn't no amount of time could make you or me see the bond we created was soo deep.

I didn't know how I could make what ever you were going through better for you. When you said the words out of your mouth Kima I need you ! I knew something had to happen but what. You told me what was going on and like a ton of bricks the weight of the world seems to be on my shoulders. I hurt because you hurt 😢. I wanted him to wake up too ! Nobody deserves for their life to be taken from them too many people in the world playing GODS. We talked all night you seemed to relax a little more after each conversation. When you needed me just like Superman I'm your savior.

Later that night ⓑ

Well in this case it had to be the patron. She told me to look for a room. I wanted to so badly say no. Whenever we go down this road it never ends well, your phone was already dead for almost an hour and my phone would die soon. We both looked and looked  you told me you knew a place after calling the we drove toward downtown and I'm thinking to myself why am I always in the position with you. I parked your car across the street and you came back to tell me you had the key. As we made our way up in the elevator. I wanted nothing but to finally get some sleep. You took a shower It took everything in my being not to get inside of there with you. Getting out and climbing into bed with nothing but a towel I decided I'd go shower too. While in there you came inside and drew a heart on the glass shower door. As the heart begins to drip downwards I rinse my body off  grab a towel and made my way out to the room. I have no idea how long I took in there but when I came out your eyes were closed and you seemed to be asleep. I'm not afraid of the dark anymore and that's all thanks to you. Turning on the small light near me I wrote in my notes and asked myself how could you?  I laid down beside you and my body just seemed to have some type of magnetic attraction to you as I climbed in bed and got under the covers. I could feel you move closer to me realizing I had nothing on. You held me closer haven't slept in a bed with you in a while. It wasn't abnormal for me to find comfort in your arms. Early that morning I felt your hand on my thigh as you pushed my legs apart I felt myself dripping for you. My body always reacted this way to you before I'm not surprised. I felt like I could explode just from being touched by you my body was on fire. You rubbed my Clit before sliding one finger then you added another slow and then you kissed and sucked on my neck. I woke up to this. As I felt your lips on mine I couldn’t control myself I let soft moans out. Nobody ever made me feel this way. Maybe I love you … I could feel the way my heart beat as if it would beat out of my Chest. I was almost there. A couple more mins and I might’ve came crazy in that room but your phone rung and you stopped !!! If I had a dick I would have blue balls. Why tf would you tease me that way.

[kokocunt]

characters: inui seishu, kokonoi hajime, afab reader (ft. ryūguji ken)

contents: dubcon, cheating, referenced prostitution, noncon voyeurism, singular use of a vibrator, overstimulation, vaginal sex, abuse, punishments, fucked up and mentally ill koko, guilt, cuckolding? not proof read lol

wc: 9.2k

these biweekly "date nights" with koko are supposed to be relaxing evenings where he gets to catch up with his old friend, and yet here inui is, stressing more than ever. it's probably because he's surrounded by food, wine, and decor that costs more than his whole life—fuck, the silverware probably does too, but he can't seem to focus on anything other than numbers right now; even in his passive features, it's written all over his face.

"seishu," kokonoi calls out to him, the unfamiliar use of his given name from his friend finally snapping the man out of his head. inui pretends like he was paying attention to whatever he was saying, giving a curt nonresponse, until koko tells him, "i've been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes." there's a moment of awkward silence before one of his hands comes up to cover his face with a deep sigh, half out of embarrassment and half out of exhaustion, to which koko only laughs. "what's wrong, inupi? finally regretting hanging out with a criminal?" 

it's a joke laced with sarcasm, so inui doesn't pay it mind; "no, just bills and shit like that," he deadpans, not really caring if his word choice doesn't fit his high class surroundings. he's already been getting looks all night by the echelons that dine at other tables for how dressed down he is, but considering he can't even do fucking laundry because of his financial situation, their judgements are far beyond his concerns. "the shop hasn't been doing well lately; we've gotten two eviction notices, and they shut off the water the other night—the electricity goes sometime next week," he explains before finishing off his third glass of wine of the night. it doesn't taste good and he's not even a stress drinker, but it's the only thing he can do to take his mind off the situation.

though obviously concerned considering how his eyebrows raise at him, koko doesn't say anything, and just watches as inui pours himself another glass, only to finish it in under a minute. it's not like inui expects any empathy from his friend; they're from two completely different universes now, especially when it comes to finances, so the fact koko only quietly observes him doesn't surprise him. besides, it's not like he wants to be stressed and miserable during one of the two times he sees koko this month, so he tries to change the subject—

"maybe i can help you with your situation," koko interrupts before he even gets a chance to speak.

inui only rolls his eyes though, and then sighs, "full offense, but i don't want your money." his denouncement of the offer isn't one of humility; inui would have asked for financial help and gone into debt to koko the minute they sat down tonight, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want bonten money. money made from violence—a world he's been trying to separate himself from for years, even if he still spends time with an executive of the largest gang in the country.

but the money monger across from him waves his hand, dismissing inui's declination. "now, now—i wasn't about to give you a handout, just because you're my friend; who do you think i am?" koko chuckles before his expression drops to one more earnest, as he leans in closer to the table. "i actually have a bit of a favor to ask of you, and i don't mind paying you a pretty penny if you do it."

now, if he actually worked for it? then, fuck it—inui will take some blood money; i mean, just because he's no longer affiliated with gang politics doesn't mean he's a shining example of morality. he inquires further about the aforementioned favor at hand, and quirks his eyebrow at the uncharacteristically bashful look adorning koko's features. "well, you see, i've been getting targeted recently by some pissant gang—one of my cover businesses got shot up the other night," he explains, which makes inui feel a bit guilty complaining about his situation and confused in regards to the man's expression. being a target doesn't exactly sound like something to be embarrassed about, but then koko continues, "and i can handle all of that, y'know, but there's this certain someone i've been kinda dating, and i want their safety to be guaranteed while i take care of all that," which makes more sense.

and even though he knows his friend is being genuine and is baring his heart to him, inui can't help but let out a rare laugh. "dating? so, you've finally moved on from—"

"say her name, and i'm leaving the check with you," koko cuts off his distasteful half joke, but it's all in jest; the man snickers to himself before leaning back in his chair, an almost dreamy sigh passing through his lips. "they were just a worker at one of my brothels, but we ended up taking a liking to each other; they've been living with me for the past few months." inui's eyebrows furrow at the last statement, and the question on his tongue is obvious to koko. "yeah, yeah, i know i haven't ever brought them up to you; even though they've been living with me, i was still trying to work out my feelings, but well, i think it's safe to say i love them by now."

it's a sentiment that has inui smiling; knowing the man for so long, it was such an unbelievably pleasant feeling knowing that kokonoi opened up his heart again—that he can know for a fact he moved on, after all these years. "well, of course, i'd be happy to help you then. what do you need me to do?"

koko returns the smile, "just let them live with you for a week or two—don't worry, i'll make sure you get your bills paid before i leave them with you." he extends his hand out to inui from across the table in a wordless question, offering to seal the transaction with, "you're the only person i'd trust with them."

and without any hesitation, inui grips his hand. "sounds good—can't wait to meet them."

—

it's been exactly two minutes since he's met you, but inui already hates you and you haven't even said a word yet. 

well, hate is a strong word, but he's pretty sure he knows what you're actually about at least, judging by your appearance; the revealing sundress you're in, the shade of red on your lips, the expensive heels adorning your feet, how you loosley hang off of koko's arm like you don't even like him, the way your eyes judge him for his grimey appearance in his work clothes—you're probably a materialistic bitch who just wants kokonoi for his money. though, he sweeps that idea under the rug almost immediately after it crosses his mind; he shouldn't be jumping to conclusions about his friend's partner. 

though, you seem to validate his first point when you so obviously force a smile when inui takes off his gloves and shakes your hand to greet you. the look on your face is uncomfortable more than anything, but he assumes you feel something akin to disgust, only further proven by the way you cringe when koko explains that he's the friend you're going to stay with.

"if you need anything, just call me, sweetheart," he tells you before planting a kiss on your lips, a tint of the red coming off onto his. his hand lingers on your face, caressing it with a pleasant smile on his, and inui can't help but feel a little weird about it; he's never really seen koko be affectionate, and it's almost like he's lost in a trance as he looks into your eyes. inui clears his throat to snap his friend back to reality, to which koko gives him an almost pissed side eye. it catches him off guard, and he's about to apologize, but koko only laughs, "you can call me too, i guess," before he walks back to his car, waving goodbye behind him.

you let out a deep sigh once the man drives off, and inui for a split second wants to slap you—you're making it a little too obvious that you don't like koko as much as he does you, and it's pissing him off. "you seem tired," he comments, enough sarcasm in his tone to let you know what he really means.

you look away from him to swallow a nervous breath, before turning back with another forced smile. "haha, i-i guess i am. do you, um, live here? i'd like to change and lay down for a bit…" you fumble your words, and it becomes clear that you're just scared of him, which admittedly makes inui feel like an asshole for assuming you were just shallow. though, even then, the weird attitude towards koko he's been picking up from you isn't justified to him.

he'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now, though; you do seem kind of exhausted, and dating a criminal probably doesn't help with all that. "yeah, the shop is downstairs and i live upstairs. you can use my room while you stay here; i'll just sleep on the couch," he explains, walking you to the building. he holds the door open for you, and then points at the staircase in the back, "it's not locked or anything, so go on ahead—i'm still working." you give a curt nod of your head as you make your way to the back, your hands shaking wildly around the suitcase you brought. 

inui doesn't pay your nerves mind anymore; it's strange and worries him more than anything, but he has hope that you'll just chill out, once you get settled in. he's a longtime friend of the guy you're dating, and he opened up his home to you, before even meeting—you can trust him at least a little, y'know?

though, he just about throws away all hope of your comfort, when he hears you scream after only about five minutes of being upstairs. he puts down the gloves he was about to put back on and briskly makes his way to the stairs, but before he even takes a step up them, draken closes the door behind him at the top. the man's stiff before his eyes meet inui's, where he then lets out a deep breath that he was holding. he starts walking down the stairs as he asks, "so. inupi. who exactly is the naked person in my room?"

oh, yeah. probably would've been a good idea to let you know that he wasn't the only one who lives here, and probably would've been an even better idea to tell you which room is his. too late now though, so he just sighs and starts walking back to the bikes, thinking on how to answer draken's question. "they're…" inui hesitates; it'd probably be easier to just lie about your situation than actually explain it, and besides, him and draken made an informal agreement to stay away from gangs a long time ago—you're just proof that he hasn't been keeping up with that, so a lie is more convenient for him as well. "they're a friend. got some issues at home, so they're gonna be staying with us for a bit."

but ever the empathetic man, draken inquires more about you; "oh yeah? what's going on? i can try to talk to them about it—see if any advice i give helps."

now, inui knows he shouldn't build the lie; it could easily fall apart if brought up to you, but he tells the man out of courtesy anyway, "i didn't ask much, but it's something about their boyfriend." if draken wants to talk to you, then at least he didn't give any false info, and if you somehow talk about how you're dating a gang executive, then he can just feign ignorance. though, inui doesn't think he'll have to worry about that possibility—even just exchanging pleasantries with you was like pulling teeth; he doubts you'll actually have any meaningful conversations with him, let alone draken. i mean, he's a really great guy and all, but you'd have to be blind to immediately look past how intimidating draken is.

yet, you somehow do.

three days into your stay, and inui hears your voice in draken's room, in the middle of the night. more specifically, he hears you crying.

"i-i hate… like arm candy… and h-he… too much money on… i-it's suffocating… if i try…" are the few words he picks up when he tries walking to the bathroom. it's not inui's job to care about you emotionally and what you're going through, nor does he even want to—he's not playing babysitter, but it's the 'money' comment that draws his ear to press against the door. "...me sometimes, b-but i can't just… i have a record… i-i can't get a job that'll p-pay enough for me to live on my own! if it wasn't for him, i-i'd still be selling my body, and that… i-it was so—oh my god, it was so much worse; i-i wanted to kill myse—" and that's when inui stopped listening. 

he figured you were talking about koko, and he was right—that's all he really wanted to confirm. he doesn't care about whatever sob story you're telling draken; all inui knows is that, as he suspected, you didn't actually love his friend, or well, your feelings for him came second to what he provided you, if he were to be charitable—which he does. 

yeah, he's going to give you the benefit of the doubt this time again, but for koko's sake more than yours or his; to see how much that man loves you, it'd be worrying if you didn't love him back at least a small fraction of that, and after all his friend has been through, inui just doesn't want to face that probable truth. the way kokonoi talks about you, the absolute adoration across his features when he was looking at you; it was so rare that it even made inui uncomfortable—he would never want for you to actually just be some sort of gold digger, no matter how much he speculates it.

so, it infuriates him that you're just proving his speculation true, the longer you're here.

it's the way you laugh when talking to draken, how your face lights up just looking at him, the bashfulness of your gestures when he asks you to do something for him—you look completely lovestruck, and draken's not too far off himself either. what about you appeals to guys with dead lover interests, inui doesn't know, but he doesn't question it either; he doesn't feel the need to question anything. i mean, the flirting has to be harmless; seeing as you brought up kokonoi to draken the other night, he knows that you have a boyfriend, and draken's not a big enough jackass to be a homewrecker—it just sounds like something completely out of his morals, so inui doesn't feel inclined to tell koko about any of this, unless he feels petty.

but it's on your last day here that inui's toleration of you shatters.

inui never really paid attention to how you were helping draken fix the motorcycles the past week and half (well, moreso he didn't care), but he overhears draken say to you, "you're pretty good at this; maybe you can get a job here." what he heard you say that one night rings in his head at that comment, and it only gets worse when he hears draken tell you, "i know the apartment is only a two bedroom, but at least you'll be able to live on your own, if you move in and work with us. i mean, inupi's your friend and i like you, so there's no problem with you staying longer."

he doesn't insert himself into the conversation, though;  inui would just decline with another lie if you brought it up to him, but there's no way in hell you could actually consider that, in the first place. he doesn't like you really, but he doesn't peg you as stupid—you should know that it'll be impossible to truly bounce back when you're dependant on a gang member. sure, you're hypothetically being given a job and a house on a silver platter, but being just a regular ass person in a sea of criminals, you're basically a pet. and even if a pet runs away, finds a new owner, someone will always be looking for it, right?

yet you come up to him after draken leaves to pick up some parts. he figures you're dumber than he thought, but it's a fleeting thought, as you don't even bring up what he overheard. instead, you ask something seemingly casual: "um, i-inui, you've been… friends with hajime for a long time, r-right?"

your tone is nervous, as it usually is when you talk to him, but there's a depth of intensity under it. he hesitantly nods his head yes, thinking he might be able read what you're playing at, only for you to completely throw him off by suddenly grabbing his hands. they're covered in motor oil, so he could easily just pull them back, but the look in your eyes as you stare into his has him frozen. "how close to him are you exactly…?" you ask in a whisper; you say it like it's a warning and you speak with more clarity. it's unnerving.

"uh, well…" he tries to break eye contact, but there's a bizarre desperation in your features that makes it impossible to turn away. "...we're not as close as we used to be, i guess…? we, uh… lost contact with each for about ten years, and only started talking again, like… a couple of months ago."

your grip on his hands gets tighter and you move closer to him, basically pushing him into the wall behind him. "so… do you even actually know him that well?" inui's about to ask why you're even questioning his relationship with koko, seeing as how you barely even talked to him these past two weeks, but you cut him off right when he opens his mouth—"h-have you noticed any changes from when you two were younger, is what i'm saying. like, h-how well do you know the, uh… current hajime?"

"what are you getting at?" it sounds like you're silently accusing kokonoi of hiding something from inui, but he isn't going to believe it that easily, no matter how worried you look; he's admittedly biased towards his friend and against you.

though, god, your face is scarily anxious, and your voice matches, "o-oh! uh, just—i-it's nothing really! i'm just… i j-just wanna know if you, um… trust… hajime the same way as you did when you guys were younger…" you wince at what you say; you know it's an intrusive question that doesn't really involve you.

but, honestly, inui wouldn't be bothered by it, if you weren't obviously just beating around the bush. he still answers, though, "not as much, i suppose... it has been ten years, and he is a high class criminal." your face concerningly lights up at his answer, and it wears his patience off. he finally slips his hands out of your grip, and then grabs you by your shoulders, pushing you away from him. "what's your issue with koko, exactly? why are you interrogating me about him?"

your face drops, and inui can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. you try to recover, swallowing your breath and stepping away from him, and answer, "d-don't, um… don't worry t-too much about it! it's just, u-um… god…" you take a deep breath while pressing your face into your wrists, calming yourself down, before looking inui in the eyes. that weird desperation is back on your face, this time accompanied by a bit of hopelessness, as you tell him, "listen, it's just… i-i wanted to know if hajime still seems like the same person to you b-because i… i feel like i've changed him…" you sound more sincere than before, which gives inui the motivation to actually sit down and have a proper conversation with you, but—"s-sorry, i really shouldn't be asking those questions; i've only known him for a few months, s-so i probably don't know what i'm talking about. sorry." and you went back upstairs for the rest of the day, after that.

now, it's one thing for you to confuse inui, which you've been doing since you first got here, but it's another to make him conflicted; as much as he wants to not care about you, that entire conversation you two had silently pleaded "please help me—please believe me," and as much as he wants to trust his friend, you're right in the fact that inui can't say that he truly knows kokonoi that well anymore, with how long they were apart for. and sure, he has his biases, but now that he's actually thinking on it, everything feels off.

it's keeping him awake late into the night, and driving him insane. why isn't it as clear cut as it should be? he barely even knows you, so why is he doubting the friend he's had for years because of what you implied? you didn't even directly tell him about how koko is supposedly different, and he hardly even likes you; why does he want to believe you?

he gets frustrated thinking about it—maybe he'll just have to sit down and have a proper conversation with you, to at least give him peace of mind. inui gets up off the couch and walks to his room at the back of the apartment, but when he walks past draken's room, he hears your voice. more specifically, he hears you crying.

as much as he's done it, it's not like he actually enjoys eavesdropping; inui would usually leave shit like this alone, completely unattached to others' personal affairs, but he isn't going to be able to sleep if he doesn't get something from you—he leans his back against the wall next to the door, listening hard.

"...i-it's fine, really… i… i'll be able to handle it, but…" it sounds like you were just coming down from sobbing; your voice is kind of hard to make out because of how nasally it is, but—"e-even if it's only been two weeks, i… i really like you, ken"—is clear as day. "you've been more helpful to me than he ever has… i-i mean, i know every night we talked i said that i would've been worse off without him, b-but you… you're so caring, that i-i realized being with him is… it's just as miserable."

and that's all it takes for things to start making sense; no matter how much he dislikes you, you never gave him a solid reason not to trust you. okay, sure, you easily validated his speculation that the feelings koko has for you aren't mutual, but there was no actual proof that you would actually go behind kokonoi's back—therefore, no reason to mistrust you. i mean, that's in part to the fact that he never thought you would, even if you wanted to anyway. it's the same reason why you weren't direct when interrogating him earlier, isn't it? you seem to actually understand the situation you're in.

yet, here you are telling draken, "i still have to go back with him tomorrow, b-but i'll figure something out! …eventually, a-at least. i mean, it… it can't be hopeless, r-right…?" inui gave you too much credit. 

he sighs and reaches for his phone in his pocket, only to remember that it's charging in the living room. before retrieving it, he picks up your last few words, "y-yeah, it can't be hopeless; i have you now. even if i can't escape, as long… can talk… each other…" reassure yourself all you like, but inui's going to give koko a heads up, at least. he has his biases, after all, and now that he has at least somewhat of a reason not to trust you, he won't feel weird about it.

but what does he tell his friend? inui stares at the keyboard on his phone, debating what to type. just saying "hey, your partner is planning to try and leave you, seemingly for another man" is a little too blunt, even if that's how he is as a person. he doesn't want to just rip the bandaid off, that's too much to drop on someone like him at once, but if he sugarcoats it, it'll hurt koko just the same by finding it out the hard way. maybe just warning koko that you've been "acting weird" around his roommate would suffice, or perhaps—

"fuck, keep it down; we don't wanna wake him up," draken says, followed by a loud creak of his bed frame. ironically enough, he said it so loud that inui could hear him from the living room, but that's besides the point.

what?

inui quietly makes his way back down the hall, heartbeat drumming in his ears in bafflement. did he mishear that? is he just misinterpreting what he heard? he shamelessly pushes his ear against the door, desperately listening for more, all the while subconsciously praying that he's just mistaken. he has to be; there's no way in hell the two of you are fucking. draken would never let someone cheat on their partner with him, and god, you should know better.

but both of those preconceived notions were shattered when inui hears you let out probably the sluttiest moan he's ever heard. "sh-shit... 'm… s-sorry… i just can't help… mm… y-you're really good at this…" you're obviously trying to whisper what you're saying, but there's no filter that could actually help, other than just shutting up—the walls are pretty thin. thin enough that inui can hear the sloppy, wet slurping noises of what he can assume is draken eating your pussy, followed by yet another poor attempt of a muffled moan from you.

now, inui isn't sure if he hates himself more for getting turned on by the filthy noises coming from behind the door or for not budging an inch from it. by all means, he does not consider himself a voyeur, but your sweet, almost sultry voice has him frozen. his dick twitches in the confines of his sweats, and a part of him so desperately wants to rub himself raw listening to the moans pouring out of your mouth, which just makes him feel worse when he remembers the phone in his hand; the screen still has his chat with koko open, and it stares back at him, as if his friend was actually there judging him. 

it takes a couple of conflicting minutes, but his guilty conscience eventually takes control and drags him downstairs to the shop; he can't be distracted by the noise, if he's going to call koko. he knows he should probably take care of himself first so he has a clear mind—hell, he wants to, but he'd feel sick with himself talking to his friends after jacking off to the mental image of his partner getting fucked. he'll just have to bare it for now.

inui clicks on the call button next to koko's name, and starts to pace around the bikes. the ringing from the phone makes him unreasonably anxious, and he isn't actually sure why—i mean, telling your friend their partner is cheating on them is a good thing, right? finding out the hard way is worse for all parties, so why is the pit in his stomach getting bigger the more he thinks about explaining it? maybe it's because he's currently hard thanks to the fact that you're cheating, or perhaps the fact that he doesn't know how koko will react to the news is more likely. but why would the latter worry him? is it because of what you said earlier about how he supposedly changed? or maybe just your general uneasiness around the topic of him is rubbing off on him? but that doesn't make sense; why would he care—

"seishu," kokonoi calls out to him, once again the unfamiliar use of his given name being the only thing to snap the man out of his head.

inui quickly tries to shake his anxieties out of the way, "oh, sorry about that—uh, did i wake you up?"

it hurts him to hear his friend let out a lighthearted laugh from the other side of the phone. "no, don't worry about that, but what is up with you? did you even mean to call me? you weren't answering for a solid minute." he sounds like he's in a good mood; he's probably happy since you're coming back home tomorrow, and it makes it all the harder for inui. he lets out a deep sigh, and even through the phone, koko can pick up his concern. "hey, seriously though, you okay?"

well, he would like a smoother transition into the topic or just more time to think about what to say so it won't end up sounding too harsh, but inui can't beat around the bush with him. he sits up against one of the cold walls, face buried in one of his hands, as he explains hesitantly, "koko, it's just… i'm really sorry to tell you this, but they cheated on you—um, with my roommate…"

"...oh."

the long silence from koko afterwards is exactly why inui didn't want to drop it all on him at once; he's not exactly good at dealing with other people's emotions, let alone his own and especially kokonoi hajime's. he's already burnt that bridge before, but he knows he should at least try. this is the man he considers his best friend, and knows plenty of what he's been through—he's sure he can imagine what he's feeling if he just put the effort into it. 

"hey, listen, i'm so sorry that you had to find out like this, but i'll—"

he gets interrupted, even a little startled, by koko's laugh on the other end, "what are you sorry for? it's not like you're the one who fucked them." well, it's true that he doesn't have anything to be completely sorry for, but the nonchalant tone from him completely confuses inui, even worries him a bit. he hopes koko isn't just playing this off, only to breakdown after they hang up, but he seems to be uncomfortably calm with this revelation. "thanks for letting me know, inupi. you still on for dinner next week?"

have you cheated before or has koko suspected this of you for a while? whatever it is, inui won't get an answer because he doesn't even get the chance to ask about how his friend is feeling. "yeah, i should be fine… but koko, are you—"

"great, i'll see you then. i should be getting my beauty rest now, so goodnight," is all he gives him before hanging up, and the pit in his stomach is at its deepest. thoughts race back and forward in his head, the most prevalent being: 'that is not how you react to that situation.'

though, as concerned as inui is for his friend and how indescribably off everything feels, he isn't going to push it; the conversation ended, and besides, he doesn't want to stress out about all of this, especially if the person it should be effecting most doesn't seem to be down about it at all. not to mention the fact that he can just remove himself from the issue now—he explained what had happened, so the rest of that should just be between koko and you now. it should be up to either of you two to drag him back into it, instead of him willingly staying in this mess when it barely involves him.

so with his rationalization of the situation, inui tries to shove his worries to the back of his mind—the faint slapping of skin against skin he hears when he walks back into the apartment helps him in that endeavor. he lets out a deep sigh, plugging his phone back in before sitting down on the couch, where his hand falls upon his clothed erection. he'll deal with the guilt later; inui just needs to distract himself from his concerns for the next few days, one way or another, until he meets up with koko on sunday. then, they can actually talk about everything that happened during your stay properly.

except, that never happens.

by the time the check comes that night, koko had only brought you up once: an offhanded question about whether inui thought you were pretty. he did admit honestly that, yeah, you were attractive, but he commented that what you did couldn't be justified by your looks, hoping that would segway into the conversation about what happened. but koko only laughed at his response, saying that he was being too hard on you, which didn't help inui at all.

if koko is fine and doesn't want to talk about it though, then that's just what it is; inui can't force him, just because it'll put his mind at ease, so he tries to ignore everything and just enjoy himself tonight. he's out with his friend, his bills are paid on time for the first time in months, he can enjoy the expensive food and drinks without care for once, and—

"hey, inupi, i want you to come over to my place; i have a bit of a gift for you." 

what?

"don't worry, all my business is taken care of—you won't get caught up in anything, and besides i think you'll like it quite a bit," koko reassures him, even though that's not what inui's concerned about at all.

besides the fact that koko has never even allowed him near his penthouse before because of the fact he didn't want him near any bonten territory, it's you that he's most worried about. koko didn't just abandon you after what happened that night; the morning after while draken was out getting breakfast, he picked you up and took you back to his place, and judging from how comfortably he talked about you tonight (even if it was only once), there doesn't seem to be any ill will between you two, which leaves him as the odd one out. 

you probably hate him for telling koko that you cheated on him, and even though he couldn't give less of a shit about how you feel about him, inui doesn't want there to be any tension. he's already been struggling with the awkwardness of being around draken after that night, and then there's koko's uncomfortable normalcy on top of that; if he's going to try and forget about what happened or even just pretend that it's fine, then inui especially doesn't need to be around you.

"i'll pass; you've already given me plenty," he tries to casually decline the offer, as they walk out of the restaurant together. "besides, i thought you said you didn't give handouts, even to friends."

koko laughs, "what are you talking about? a gift isn't a handout, dumbass," before grabbing onto inui's wrist, as he was reaching for his keys. koko peers into his eyes as if he's trying to hypnotize him, and it honestly worries inui, even if he doesn't show it. "c'mon don't be a buzzkill; it'll be fun."

he doesn't remember koko drinking that much tonight, but he's sure acting inebriated—or just off, at the very least. maybe he isn't as relaxed about what happened as he wants to seem, like inui had worried about. he sighs, "koko, it's just that—"

"what, you finally regret hanging out with a criminal?"

it's the same joke he made the last time, except he doesn't laugh nor are his words sarcastic—it's genuine, but not as a question; it sounds like a threat more than anything, like a reminder of all the power koko has nowadays. his expression is still lighthearted, but inui can't shake the discomfort he feels from those words. "you know that's not the case," he explains, even though he isn't sure if he's lying right now. he shakes koko's hand off of him, so he can actually pull out his keys. "i was just going to ask if you were going to drive me there because i'm not just gonna leave my bike here."

now, that was a complete lie; even the grin he says it with is fake, but most smiles from him are partially forced, so koko doesn't even question it. he just returns the look with a smirk of his own, before pulling out his phone. "let me pull up the directions for you. i'll call off my chauffeur, and just ride on the back of your bike—y'know like the good old days."

inui wouldn't call them good—easier is probably a better way to put it, but as they ride down the highway, he thinks about their past together. more specifically, he realizes everything that's been happening is like when they were younger, just in all the bad ways; no matter how hard inui tries, he's still failing to communicate with his friend, and koko still maintains the complete inability to address any of his issues. eventually, this is all going to blow up in their faces, and they're going to get driven apart again, right?

it's not like he wants that to be the case, but the minute inui steps foot inside koko's penthouse, there's a pit in his stomach again. there's broken glass from several smashed vases and the coffee table all over the floor, the throw pillows are scattered across the entire living room, one of the couches is flipped over, and most notably, there's blood. tonight isn't going to end well.

"mind the mess; some shit happened the other night," koko brushes off, even though the concern is blatant in inui's features—not just for the scene in front of him, though. the lighting was dim in the restaurant, so he didn't really notice it until now, but the bags under koko's eyes are deep. even with what inui's pretty sure is concealer on, the dark circles still poke through, but the man pretends like he's fine anyhow, beckoning inui up the stairs with a lilt in his tone, "come ooon, your gift is waiting, inupi."

koko doesn't wait for him on the steps, already ascending to the second floor, and inui for a split second considers leaving. now would be a good time—he'd just need to pull a lie out of his ass, and then rush for the elevator before koko can come back down and ask about anything. but inui goes against his better judgement; he didn't want to force koko to talk about anything, but what he wants even less is a repeat of what their friendship was like years ago. so, this time more than ever, he's going to try and help his friend, even if he feels uneasy.

though… uneasiness aside, there was always that thought in the back of inui's mind that kokonoi was beyond help. he just never listened to it because, well, it's the actual reason he didn't want to listen to you that fateful day—he thought he knew his friend better than that. even though inui didn't agree with or even like some of the choices koko made, the man was never irrational; he always did what benefits him the most, and who is inui to judge that? even if concern ate at him for years thinking about what koko had been getting into, he blindly trusted that his friend had everything under control—that he wouldn't break.

but as koko leads him down the hall and to a room, inui's perception of his friend completely shatters, and he realizes that he should've listened to that voice telling him koko couldn't be helped anymore.

"haah… hajime… p-please, i'm… i-i'm sorry… ghh… it… it… hurts… plea—t-take… out… ngh…"

your arms are tied behind your back, ankles bound together too, your naked body is battered and twitches like a dead roach just barely clinging to life, and even with your face down in the mattress, inui knows you've been crying. seeing you like this makes him sick, but not out of pity for you—no, he still doesn't think he cares about you really, even now. it's just that, besides the fact that general fucking morality would say that whatever had happened is wrong, seeing you like this tells inui more about how kokonoi's been doing than anything he had ever said to him, and it makes him feel terrible; not only because he's truly seeing how far gone the man is, but because he knows he can't just get out of it now. 

inui chose to be here out of that self-righteous urge that blindsided him, and now it's blowing up in his face—there's no way to back out of it without consequence.

so, he lets himself get pushed further into the room by koko, where he locks the door behind them. it's not like inui wouldn't be able to just unlock the door and leave, but locking the door was a silent threat not to. not that he'd be able to anyways—he's frozen in place, completely unsure of what to do, say, or even think. he just watches silently as koko briefly pulls out his phone, before sitting by you on the bed and dipping two of his fingers into your pussy.

the way you whimper and tremble as koko digs his fingers into you makes inui sick, mainly because it just has to turn him on. he doesn't want to see you like this—fuck, he didn't want to see you at all tonight, but now that he's here, his body decides to betray his moral conscience, despite himself. i mean, sure, he's been fantasizing about you ever since that night he jacked off to just the sound of you getting fucked, but whatever he's being forced to witness is so different from that; this is just wrong in every way. god, it's so wrong, and the fact his cock throbs in his slacks at the whine you let out when koko pulls a small vibrator out of your sopping cunt is arguably even worse. 

this is disgusting—he feels disgusting.

and it's not even like he can pass this off as some sort of kink shit, even though he wishes that's all this was. no, the fearful reluctance in your voice to thank kokonoi for taking the vibrator out is too genuine, and the way your whole body flinches when he places a kiss onto your tear stained cheek and calls you a good girl is too real. though, what's most telling is the full blown panic in your eyes when koko rolls you over, and you actually see inui standing by the door. but he returns your anxious look; he doesn't want to be here either. i mean, just standing there watching is bad enough, but inui knows there's a catch to him being here; he doesn't exactly know what, but the dread he feels is torturous—you only amplify the feeling.

but his stomach finally drops when kokonoi beckons him over to the bed. "come on, inupi, this is your gift; go ahead and take a swing at them."

"what?" you and inui both say it in unison, but you're the one quick to follow up; "w-wait, ha… hajime, i-i— n-no, please, i-i'm really— i-it hurts… i… i won't b-be able t—"

koko clamps a hand over your mouth with a harshness that says he hates you, but his expression is calm, delightful even. "don't be like that, sweetheart; you want me to forgive you, right?" he asks like it's a threat, and now there's another sick layer on top of this situation. why in the hell is koko involving him in what seems to be your punishment for cheating on him? and as if the man could read his mind, kokonoi turns to inui, "and what are you waiting for? you think they're pretty, don'tcha?" but that's not a good fucking reason.

instead of coming closer like the man wants, inui can't help but back away towards the door, even if he knows he can't just leave. he's just hoping kokonoi isn't too far gone, and will see how reluctant his friend is. to help himself, he tries to explain, "koko, listen, i don't want to—"

but it's not that kokonoi's blind to how uncomfortable he is—"hey, i just wanted to thank you properly for telling me that they're still acting like a slut; don't be rude." no, the man just doesn't care; not about inui, at least. disgustingly enough, koko does care about you, in some sick way. inui can tell in the brief moment where he turns back to you, clutching your terrified face in his hands and tells you, "besides, i love you so much; i'd go insane sending you back to a whorehouse." it's deluded, genuine, and so wrong. 

though, he's back to the threats and couthness almost instantly after the mask slips; "but if i had found out you were going behind my back myself, then you would've gone back to getting gangraped for free the moment i got my hands on you, so really, you should thank inupi too, unless you still want that to happen."

inui doesn't know if this is just some sick perversion of kokonoi's or if the man has genuinely lost it, but the look you share with him says enough—'please get this over with so we can pretend this night didn't happen.'

he doesn't want to fuck you—well, shit, he did for a few guilty nights alone, but right now, the thought of even touching you makes him want to vomit. i mean, sure, inui isn't the best person ever, but he hasn't fucking raped someone; and that's what this basically is, isn't it? though, god, the thought of what kokonoi would do to you if he didn't do anything is so much more nauseating, especially with his recent threat and everything inui's been witnessing; the bruises and scars on your body seem recent from what he can tell, and the state the living room was in doesn't help either. it makes inui aware that this is your only option; so, despite how much he thinks he doesn't care about you, he swallows his disgust and joins you on the bed, desperately trying to ignore the pit of guilt forming in his stomach.

'just be quick and don't think about it' is what he tells himself as he hurriedly undoes his belt and tugs his slacks down his thighs. one of his hands comes up under the back of your knees to push your legs back and give him access to your pussy, completely ignoring koko's offer to untie your legs, while his other hand pulls his cock out of his boxers. he's only half-mast, but he isn't going to prolong your torture so that it's easier on him; inui just spits in his free hand so he can lube up his dick before cramming it inside of you. i mean, you're already plenty wet, but it just makes the process of fitting inside you quicker—and he'll do anything to get this over with.

even, slamming inside of you at a brutal pace; one you or your overstimulated cunt definitely can't handle.

you're screaming, you're moaning, you're crying, you're begging, and even if he doesn't seem like it, inui's sorry. he's sorry he's hurting you right now; he's sorry kokonoi's doing this to you. he's sorry that you're even in this situation. he's sorry for ratting you out, and he's sorry for not listening to your warnings. most of all, he's sorry that he's even slightly enjoying this.

liking any of this makes him sick—oh, more than you can probably even imagine, but you feel too good. the way your walls practically pulsate around him, how you clamp down on him every brief second he bottoms out, and not to mention the noises you make, pained or not; it's all so erotic, and he knows you hate every second of it. and while he wants to hate it as much as you, he just can't, and that only further disgusts him. the only thing keeping him from hating himself at the moment is closing his eyes and imagining that you're not actually here; that this is just like the previous nights where he's only fucking his hand to the thought of you. and to help himself, inui pushes your legs back further, practically folding you in half, so that there's more of a barrier between the two of you, as he almost mercilessly wrecks your hole.

but no matter how hard he tries to distance or disconnect himself from what he's doing, kokonoi's mere presence watching all of this makes it impossible to completely do so. his attention isn't even on him, and he isn't doing anything distracting either, only really cradling your head in his lap while you suffer, yet it's so unnerving to inui. however, it's the last thing he needs plaguing his mind; even if he can't escape from what he's doing mentally, he's been going fast enough that he already feels himself get closer to his release—he'll be able to leave and dwell upon his thoughts soon enough.

though, not without another punch to the gut; "feel free to finish inside them, by the way," kokonoi tells him, but inui tries to ignore how gross that offer makes him feel—i mean, he wasn't even thinking about it.

but yet, koko just had to say that while he was giving his last few shallow thrusts, and it made you panic. your entire body tenses, pussy clamping around his dick in a vise, and he can't pull out. "w-wait, hajime, please don't l-let him—" you don't even get the chance to finish your plea before he's emptying his balls in you, and fuck, he hates himself for it. inui catches a glimpse of the terrified look of realization in your eyes when he lets go of your legs to actually pull out his softening cock, and it has him cleaning himself up at record pace.

the minute his slacks are back around his waist, he gets off the bed and heads for the door. he doesn't spare a glance back at you or kokonoi, and apologizing to you for everything is a pipe dream by now; inui just shuts the door behind him, and with his back to it, starts slowly sliding down until he's sitting against it, face in his hands as overwhelming guilt starts to take over.

god, he's so fucking stupid.

he thought he was all the wiser, lecturing you in his mind about how you should know your place in kokonoi hajime's world, when he was in the same position as you this whole goddamn time, wasn't he? who did he think he was being friends with a gang executive like it's fucking normal? what did he think he was doing being all self-righteous and shit, thinking he could fix a man that no longer existed the way he knew?

of course, he was going to get used at some point; in hindsight it was so obvious. it should've been glaring in his face the second kokonoi brought up an offer to him—no, it should've been clear the very first time the man had reminded inui that he was a criminal. no matter how much he cared about his childhood friend, he should've just accepted that they were from two different worlds now, and that he should've left their friendship as a thing of the past, along with the koko he once knew. but he just couldn't let go, even when deep down he had a feeling that he'd get carried away into kokonoi's life and get wrapped up in gang shit again, and well, look where he is now; he just raped someone.

but even with the guilt of what he's just done and his regrets weighing heavy on his mind, inui still can't help being worried about koko; no, not when he doesn't even know why the man made him assault you.

and that's when a cry from you drags inui out if his mind—"p-please no! ha-hajime… no more… ple… please…"

so, as if it's the only thing he knows how to do, he turns his head to the side, ear against the door, and listens. "shh, don't worry baby; i'll be gentle this time," kokonoi tells you, followed by a scream from you which inui can only assume is from the man inserting himself into your overstimulated cunt. the way you start to sob afterwards is grotesque, but he doesn't pull away from the door and leave, like he should—he can't, not when he hears koko continue, "that's right, it hurts doesn't it? only one man used your body so disgustingly tonight, but there used to be so many more, right? what would you do without me?" bile crawls up his throat at the realization that kokonoi used him to make you relive your horrid nights at the brothel, but the man doesn't know or probably even care about how sick he's making inui. "answer my question, sweetheart."

you would've killed yourself—inui already knows that answer, and you repeat it as such through choked sobs, only making him that much closer to vomiting. fuck, why was he so ignorant? why didn't he listen to you, when you were so clearly distressed? you had off behavior the whole two weeks and literally came to him with your concerns, but he did fucking nothing. no, inui ignored how desperate you seemed to get away from kokonoi because he thought you were using his friend for money, like he had seen so many people do before, without even a moment of reflection. no wonder you were scared of him, when you guys first met; he was obviously on the side of your abuser, and yet, you still tried to warn him about how his supposed friend had changed. 

shit, he's so fucking sorry—especially to you, but to koko as well. 

even though the man is clearly in the wrong for what he's doing, inui can't help but feel like he ruined everything for everyone, only backed up by the heartbreak he hears in koko's voice; "so, why did you do it? i did everything i could fucking think of for you to be happy, so why?" it sounds like he's crying, something inui has never heard before, and it's what makes him finally throw up all the regret he feels. yet, the sound gets drowned out by kokonoi's desperation from the other side of the door; "i love you so much—don't leave me, don't even fucking think about it. you need me, and i need you; you're my second chance."

it's exactly what he was thinking in the back of his mind; after all these years, there was a part of kokonoi that still couldn't get over her, and it's back to haunt inui. he never thought koko could truly move on from what had happened, and it's why inui was so desperate to do anything to make sure he was alright after what had happened with you. yet, that only lead him to getting trapped in this mess too, and there's no real way out now, is there?

he should've taken his own goddamn advice.

[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ you're giving me chills at a hundred degrees ̖́-

day twenty-five cuckolding ft. imaushi wakasa & sano shinichiro [tokyo revengers]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, they're in their 20s and the black dragons are still around, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex (f receiving), body worship, riding, protected sex, wakasa is a good friend lol, established relationship (with shinichiro)

☄  words: 2k

☄  masterlist

Wakasa never fully understood why you were with Shinichiro.

Sure, he respected the man. He was one of his best friends, after all. But there was this ongoing joke about how every girl Shinichiro had ever been interested in had shot him down. It didn’t matter if he was nice and gentlemanly or tried to play the Black Dragons card— the answer was always no. Which made both him and Benkei snicker, just a little bit, when no one was looking.

And then, you appeared.

Bright little sophomore in college whose eyes would shine every time Shinichiro was around. While he tried his best not to involve you in any gang-related activities, Wakasa and Benkei could always find you at S&S Motor Shop, reading one of your lectures while your boyfriend worked on one of his bikes.

One too many jokes had been made about the way Shinichiro practically drooled every time he looked at you. To be honest, Wakasa couldn’t really blame him. He had caught himself staring a little bit too long at your legs when you walked around Shinichiro’s shop in a summer dress. Calling you pretty would be an understatement, he knew you were far more than beautiful. With that educated aura you had going around, he wouldn’t have needed to be persuaded to pull you to his lap and listen to you talk as his hands settled underneath your dress.

So, when Shinichiro brought up the idea of letting him fuck you, Wakasa was on board.

As he watched you lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a cute lilac lacy underwear, he remembered the conversation he had had with Shinichiro. He mentioned how, after a long conversation, you had admitted you hadn't experienced an orgasm the times you made love with him. And he tried, Shinichiro swore he tried, but apparently there was something he was missing.

“I could just— you know, give you tips or something,” Wakasa shrugged, offering his friend one last chance to back away.

“Fuck, don’t be like this. Do you think my first option was to ask you to do this?”

“Does she even know about this?”

“Of course she does,” Shinichiro huffed, rolling his eyes. “She was the one that suggested you do it when we were discussing names.”

The idea of his name leaving your lips when your boyfriend asked you who should teach him to fuck you made his cock twitch. In his sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, he kneeled on the bed over you, taking in your almost naked body once more.

“You’re tense,” he commented, putting a hand on your knee. “Relax. You’re setting the pace for tonight.”

You nodded and took a deep breath. Your head turned to see Shinichiro, who was sitting on a chair next to the bed, his dark eyes fixed on you, as his best friend softly caressed your thigh. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, a small grimace on his face as he tried to ease himself into the situation.

Wakasa grabbed your chin gently and turned your head back to him.

“I do need you to look at me, princess,” he instructed. You swallowed and nodded again, feeling his fingers trail across your inner thighs. “Now, just let go. I’m going to take my time with you.”

Leaning down, Wakasa pressed his lips against your jaw. The tiny whimper that left your lips made him smirk. You were this sensitive and still you couldn’t orgasm? He was going to have a lot of fun with you.

Just as he said, he took his time languidly kissing your neck, his hands stroking your sides, careful not to even graze your underwear. Little by little, he felt you relaxing under him, to the point you threaded your fingers in his dishevelled hair with a pleasured sigh. He gave your neck a slow lick, chuckling to himself when your hips bucked in the air, trying to get some friction. All in good time, he thought. All in good time.

His lips started travelling down, his hazy eyes fixed on your expressions. He kissed your breasts over the lacy bra, rewarded by your chest going up and down thanks to your ragged breathing. Wakasa licked your nipple over the fabric, and you squirmed under him. Carefully, he unhooked the front clasp under your flustered expression.

He wasted no time before popping one of your nipples inside your mouth. Your mewls filled the room, your mind clouding each time Wakasa flicked it with his tongue and sent shivers all over your body. He moved to your other nipple, his hand going over to massage your other exposed breast. He lowered his body just enough for you to rut your hips against his thigh, your hands holding tightly on his shoulders.

Once he was satisfied, mis mouth travelled to your stomach, drawing a trail of kisses until it reached the hem of your panties. He stopped, taking a moment to check how you were doing. However, your burning cheeks paired with your dilated pupil let him know it was more than okay to move forward.

Slowly, he pulled down your panties and tossed them aside. Your slightly parted legs invited him to push them against your chest and fuck you until you were crying for his cock. However, he had a duty, and it was to give you the best orgasm you had ever had. Tonight, it was all about you.

Wakasa parted your legs a little further, being welcomed by your glistened cunt. Fuck, he hadn’t even touched you yet. He carefully glided his index and middle finger across your folds, gathering your arousal.

“And you’re telling me your girl hasn’t had a real orgasm when she’s this sensitive?” Wakasa asked, lifting his fingers so Shinichiro could see. The man squirmed in his seat, trying to cover up the tent in his pants. “Don’t tell me you just kiss her a bit and try to fuck her,” he snickered.

“Watch it,” Shinichiro warned him. Wakasa raised his hands in a surrendering motion.

Leaning down over your body again, Wakasa situated himself between your legs. With one last look at your face, he gave your cunt a long lick, all the way from your entrance to your clit. You were so wet, he found himself drinking your essence as if it were ambrosia. He slurped at his heart’s content, your moans and whimpers rewarding him for a job well done.

Your hands found their way to his hair again, tugging on his locks as he sucked on your clit. Wakasa slid his hands under your ass, massaging it and slightly lifting your hips. He ate you out hungrily, feeding off every shiver of your legs and each time you pulled his face even closer, wanting— no, needing more of him.

When he felt your thighs pressing tighter against his face, he carefully pulled away. Your desperate face as the stimulation stopped was too precious. If you had caught him at any other moment, he would have just given you what you wanted.

Wakasa pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, revealing his hard and leaking cock. Fuck, it had been a while since he had been this turned on when he pleasured a woman. After removing his t-shirt, He stroked himself under your wide eyes, loving the flustered gaze you gave him as if he hadn’t had his face between your legs just moments ago.

“Got condoms?” Nodding quickly, you grabbed the condom that was resting on your nightstand and gave it to him. Wakasa smirked, noticing you didn’t even spare a glance to your boyfriend as you did so. “Thank you, princess.”

He rolled the condom on his length under your hungry gaze. He took a look at your folds, so wet after he had eaten you out there was a small stain on the sheets. Once you noticed he was looking, you spread your legs further apart, giving him enough room to hover over you again.

“Don’t forget what I said earlier,” Wakasa reminded you. “You’re setting the pace tonight.”

At your questioning look, Wakasa took your hand, helping you sit up on the bed. Then, grabbing your hips, he lifted you up, placing you on his lap so you were straddling him. He got rid of your unhooked bra and kissed your breasts once more until he felt you grinding against his cock.

“I bet every time you fuck her, you think: ‘Shit, I’m so lucky she’s so tight’,” he commented, lining his cock with your entrance. “Am I wrong?”

Shinichiro scoffed. “So what?”

“See, here’s the thing. When you’ve done your work properly…,” he pushed himself inside, sliding inside you with ease. “Fuck— she just takes you so good .”

Shinichiro opened his mouth to complain; however, the moan that left your lips completely silenced him. Wakasa stroked your thighs, smirking at your face twisted in pleasure thanks to him filling you up just right .

“C’mon, baby. Set your pace.”

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you started riding him. You weren’t sure if it was the position, his cock, or just him, but every time he bottomed out inside of you, you could feel him hitting right on your sweet spot. It didn’t take long before you quickened your pace, hips moving up and down, and then backwards and forwards.

You felt your entire body on fire, throwing your head back as you bounced on his cock. Wakasa’s lips fell on your breasts, while his hands rested on your waist, letting you move at your own will while digging his fingers in the plush of your body.

You had completely lost any resemblance of shame. The girl who looked up at him, all flustered when he kissed her breasts was far gone, leaving a little minx that was riding him like her life was on the line. You squeezed his cock just right, as he couldn’t help but admire the show that was you, delighted by your entire being.

Soon, your thighs started to burn even more, making your movements erratic and needy. If anything, Wakasa thought he would just sit there and watch you desperately grind on his cock, trying to reach your orgasm. However, he had made a promise about this being all about you. And he wouldn’t be caught dead lying to a woman like you.

He put a hand on your back, and slowly pulled you down with him. He rested on his elbows, while you steadied yourself on the mattress, your hands on each side of his chest.

Wakasa smirked and moved his lips next to your ear, his whisper making your entire body squirm.

“My turn.”

What happened next made you instantly cry out in pleasure. Wakasa started thrusting his hips up at an incredibly fast pace, wet sounds filling the room with every snap. You buried your face on his neck, trying to muffle your loud moans, yet it did little to hide how intense the feeling was. his pelvis was hitting right against your clit, and his cock was thrusting up just in the right angle, enough for your vision to go white.

“Don’t stop— fuck, please, please— don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna come, please!” you whimpered.

“Hmm? More of what, princess?” he teased.

“You! Your cock, fuck— fuck— fuck me, Wakasa, please. Please, I need more, I’m so close, keep— keep doing—”

Your sentence was cut short as your orgasm ripped through your body. While you had touched yourself countless times before, never before you had come this hard, where you were practically screaming as pleasure washed upon you. Wakasa put one hand over your head and the other on the small of your back, as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

It was long, longer than any semblance of orgasm you had experienced before. Your inner promise to try and keep your reactions on the low not to harm your boyfriend’s feeling fell out the window, as you couldn’t help the way your hips kept bucking against his, entranced in this new feeling.

Finally, your body gave out and you just let yourself rest on top of Wakasa. He smirked and stroked your hair with the hand that rested on your head, amused by how out of it you were. He couldn’t help but imagine he could have you coming like this every day if he was given the chance.

Turning his head to his friend, he gave him a shit-eating grin.

“So? Any questions?”

[jeonbunnie]

stand by me

pairing: reader x yoongi

anonymous requested: “could you do some min yoongi fluff with stand by me by ben e king?”

summary: yoongi becomes your knight in black leather.

genre: slight angst; fluff;

soundtrack: stand by me—bene e. king

content/warnings: childhood friends to strangers to friends again; gang!au; biker!yoongi/ cat calling; sexual harassment.  

a/n: I’m sure you weren’t expecting bikergang!yoongi for this request lol but that’s where my brain went I’m sorry lol. I hope it’s still cute for you ♡ 

word count: 1.5k

♪ No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me ♪

Five minutes into your walk home and you already regretted the decision.

Girls night had started to turn into girls morning, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to stay out. Not wanting to ruin their fun, you bid your friends goodnight and made your way home. At first, you weren’t concerned about walking by yourself; The bar was only a couple blocks from your highrise apartment, and you’d be home in no time—fifteen minutes tops.

But now that you were alone with a cat-caller on your trail, you thought you should never have left in the first place. The man eyeing you from across the street put a shiver down your spine.

“Where you going, baby?”

In your head, you cursed your decision to wear a crop top and short dress tonight now that you’d been unlucky enough to gather unwanted attention. Fear told you not to respond. You did your best to keep your head down and avoid eye contact.

“Oh, come on, don’t ignore me, beautiful!”

It was so dark out; not even the sliver of moon could light your path home. Only one street light blinked on in the distance, but it was at least a block away.

You could hear his footsteps behind you, and your heartbeat quickened. You sped up your pace, too.

For a second, you were afraid. Your mind filled with all the terrible ways this night could end. So much could go wrong before you reached the safety of the light. More than anything, you wished you weren’t alone.

“I’m just trying to pay you a compliment!” said the stranger, persistent in his pursuit.

If you had to defend yourself, you would. You reached inside your purse, finding your pepper spray and gripping your keys between your fingers like talons, just in case.

And then suddenly, as if the universe heard your silent plea, you weren’t alone after all.

A deep voice rang out nearby. “I don’t think she’s interested.”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Yoongi. Your Yoongi. The kid in your neighborhood who used to be your friend and your fiercest defender. At once, all your fears ceased. With Yoongi by your side, you’ve never had to be afraid.

He looked different now. Older. Serious. But undeniably handsome as he leaned back against a motorcycle. You don’t know how you missed it, too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice his bike parked on the side of the street. But you couldn’t be happier recognizing the sleek ‘7’ decal that marked the vehicle as belonging to one of the notorious gangs in the city.

“In fact,’ continued Yoongi, “I know she’s not interested.” Others might have been scared to have a member of Bangtan approach them, but relief washed over you as Yoongi came to stand by you, shielding you with his body from the unwelcome stranger. “But if you’re interested in keeping your pathetic excuse of a life, I’d suggest you walk away now.”

Maybe it was the look in Yoongi’s eyes, dark gaze glinting something dangerous as he stared down your offender. Or perhaps he, too, had noticed the warning sign glinting on the bike, but that was all it took for the man to run off, leaving you with your savior.

He wasn’t exactly a white knight, switching out the shining armor for a black leather jacket and jeans, but still, he left you breathless. Upclose you’re struck by the details of change: the piercings in his ear, the long shaggy hair, and most noticeably, the long, red scar that ran down his eye. So much about him had changed, but his dark gaze still seared you when your eyes met.

For a minute, it’s just quiet as you take each other in. Awkward silence sets in as you’re unsure what to say or where to begin. You’d thought of Yoongi many times and always imagined you’d be better put together the next time you met. So much time had passed, yet here you were, still a damsel in distress and seemingly no more confident.

Yoongi broke the silence first. “It’s been a while, huh? I see you still need me to look out for you.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your heart lightened hearing his usual banter. “For the record, I didn’t need your help back there. I was prepared to defend myself—”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“—But I’m glad I didn’t have to. Thank you,” you said, offering him a genuine smile.

Yoongi didn’t respond, shrugging off your thanks with a cool nod as he broke eye contact. But if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the pink warming his cheeks wasn’t just from the cool night air.

When his eyes returned to you, he cocked his head to the side, gaze flickering over your figure in a way that made you squirm.

After a long pause, he said, “You still look the same.”

You looked down at your hands, heart racing for the second time tonight for an entirely different reason. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good. Definitely, good.”

The silence that slipped over you now didn’t feel awkward anymore. You looked back up at Yoongi, feeling comfortable in his presence, warm like the orange glow of the overhead streetlight. And just like that, you’re slipping into the time before. Memories of scraped knees, black eyes, wiped tears, and pastel bandaids. All the pain, laughter, and childhood nostalgia breathing in the space between you.

You know your family moved away with the best intentions: safer neighborhoods, better education, more opportunities. Maybe moving was for the best, but you’d left your heart with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Because you never really got over it—losing your best friend.

You wonder if it’s just you, all in your head with your one-sided feelings. But then Yoongi’s eyes softened, and you know it’s not all in your head. He felt it, too, the affinity that somehow lingered after all these years.

“Let me take you home,” said Yoongi, lips lifted in a half smile.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can make the rest of the way by myself.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Too good to be seen with someone like me on this side of town, huh?”

He’s teasing. But still, you panic a bit at the implication. “No, no!” you said, waving your hands. “That not— I just meant you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out. I don’t mind being seen with you, honest—”

“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off. “Don’t you think I know you better than that? I’m just messing with you.”

You huffed out a sigh, both relieved and annoyed that he still could work you up like that. Yoongi just chuckled.

“You’re not a burden to me,” he said, leaning in to look you in the eyes. “I only asked to take you home because I wanted to.”

Yoongi walked over to his parked bike only to pause when he noticed you hesitating behind him. “What?”

You couldn’t help yourself; you had to ask: “Why are you being so nice to me?”

At that, Yoongi laughed, turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, should I not? Would you prefer it if I were an asshole?”

“It’s just,” you started suddenly feeling self-conscious. “You have no reason to be. It’s been years since we last talked. . .and I—”

Guilt kept you from saying what you were thinking out loud.

I left you behind.

You always felt ashamed you didn’t keep in touch with your friends from the past. Yoongi had every right to resent you for that, yet there was no animosity in his eyes as he looked at you.

Yoongi shook his head, seemingly reading your mind and all the doubts. “It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how far you go. I’m always going to stand by your side. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Something about the sincerity of those words stunned you to tears. “Yoongi…”

Of course, he noticed the twinkle in your eyes. “You’re such a baby,” he reproached. But despite his admonishing words, you heard the grin in his voice.

“Come on,” he said, swinging a leg over his bike.

You could only watch him in awe, wondering how you could be so lucky to have someone like Yoongi return to your life.

“Darling,” he said, voice dipping low as he held up the helmet to his bike. “I’m not asking.”

You bite your lip, barely containing your grin, as you take the helmet from his grasp and hop on behind him.

“Give me your phone.”

You obeyed his command, watching as he saved his number in your contacts.

When he finished, Yoongi looked over his shoulder at you. “The next time you’re in trouble, call me, yeah?”

You nod, smiling softly to yourself as he checks the strap on your helmet. When satisfied with the fit, he turned around and started his bike, the vehicle roaring to life.

“Hold on tight,” he shouted, voice booming over the engine’s purr.

So you do. You wrapped your arms around Yoongi and rested your cheek against his strong back, breathing in his scent: leather, mint, and something else that reminded you of home. This time, no matter what curves life throws your way, you know you won’t let go.

[festive]

Saving grace // Yandere! Kakucho x Reader.

cw: Drugging, Kidnapping, sexual themes, slut shaming, yandere.

summary: You’ve known Kakucho practically all your life, unbeknownst to you, he’s been in love with the version of you he’s had in his head.

You and Kakucho have known each other for years, practically growing up together. He’s been with you through it all, your parents divorce, your mothers passing, the falling outs of you and your previous group of friends, and finally, he was there to pick you back up from the pieces you were left in from your previous partners. Unbeknownst to you, your closest companion was in love with you, and soon, you’d find that out in the worst possible way.

Now if Kakucho were to describe you in one word, it’d be “Angel.” Even if you were far from it, maybe somewhere along the lines he fell in love with the version of you he had in his head. Whatever it was, it was more of a borderline obsession than love. In his eyes you could do no wrong. He’s even envisioned multiple futures with you, and would stop at nothing to make at least one of them come true no matter how many people he had to get rid of in the process. Hell, he was one of the top executives in Japan’s most feared gang, he definitely had the power to make it happen.

As Kakucho had his secrets, so did you. You were no angel, not even close to being one. You were quite the manipulative little whore, sleeping around with men and women alike, stringing them along for you own amusement just to leave them afterwards. Giving them false hopes of a future together, just to leave them heartbroken after getting what you wanted in the end. Of course no ones ever called you out on your actions. How could they? When you have someone like Kakucho who literally worshiped the ground you walked on at your disposal. All it took some fake tears and a sob story to have him come running to your rescue like the knight in shining armor he is.

Tonight was the night you’d have some fun, you heard from a friend of a friend that a new nightclub had just opened up in Roppongi, and luckily for you, he had managed to get you and your friend in. As you run around your room looking for something to wear, you stumble upon a black mini dress that had stopped right under the curve of your ass, the front had a low cut and showed off the perfect amount of cleavage. After putting the dress on you look in the mirror admiring the way the dress perfectly hugs your body, a buzzing sound cuts your thoughts short however heading to the source of the buzzing you pick your phone up to check it. Two unread messages, one from your friend and one from Kakucho. You decided to open the one from your friend first.

F/n: hey, y/n. You ready? I’m outside.

Y/n: yea, give me like five minutes, I just have to add the finishing touch to my makeup.

After hitting send, you open Kakucho’s message on accident, it’s not like you could play it off either. You had read receipts on so he’d definitely know you were ignoring him.

Kakucho: hey, y/n. How’ve you been it’s been awhile since I’ve last seen you, are you busy later?

Y/n: hey, Kaku!!! I’ve been well, just been busy with school, you know! All these assignments been kicking my ass, unfortunately I’m getting ready for bed. I’m super tired lol, if I don’t respond it’s because I fell asleep.

Not even five minutes later you received a reply from him saying “goodnight” with a few heart emojis. Well that’s one way to get him off your ass, you should feel bad you think to yourself. However you don’t, how would he know you’re not actually going to bed, exactly he wouldn’t.

Kakucho sighed after he sent you a goodnight text, currently he was sitting in the VIP section in the new nightclub the Haitani brothers decided to open, honestly who’s idea was it to have a meeting here, of all places? Oh yea, it was Sanzu’s, Kakucho’s let his eyes land on the pinkette who was currently doing lines of coke off the table in front of them then to Mikey who had stopped talking awhile ago and was now currently staring off into space. Great, he thought to himself shaking his head. The Haitani brothers have long lost interest in the current situation in front of them, Ran was more focused on the young woman on his lap. While Rindou, Takeomi, Koko, and Mochi decided to head off below to the bar.

When you arrived at the club you wasted no time scanning the area for your newest object of fun as your eyes searched around from the bar to the dance floor, there he was amongst the sea of bodies. A man who looked closer to your age with black hair styled in an undercut standing off to the side, wasting no time you made your way over to him, ditching your friend in the process. After approaching him you invited him over to the bar area for some drinks. One thing lead to another now here you were on the lap of some stranger you didn’t even bother to get his name engaged in a heated make out session while you grind upon the ever apparent bulge in between his legs.

Kakucho made his way down to the bar in search at least one other executive however as soon as he turned his head in that direction his eyes landed on you, to say he was mad was an understatement he was furiously. Not only had you lied to him, but here you were acting like a bitch in heat with some man you probably didn’t even know. Instead of making his way over towards you to raise hell, he decided to sit at the corner of the bar and watch you intently, he watched you remove yourself from the man and sit on the bar next to him while the man got up and made his way out of the area.

Now here you were, tipsy and annoyed that the man had left you because he had “urgent business” to attend to. You call the bartender over for another drink, and before you can order what you want he slides you a drink and walks away but not before saying that the drink was paid for by another customer. The more you drank, the more you could feel yourself getting dizzy and woozy, until finally everything went black and you passed out.

When you finally wake up, you feel sick, not even being able to recall the events prior to. However you try to get up and realize you can’t, your arms and legs are tied to the bed you currently reside on, you turn your head to try and take in your surroundings, this isn’t your room, this isn’t even your home you’re in. Pictures of you scatter the walls around you and you begin to panic, crying and screaming for help when suddenly the door opens and Kakucho walks through. “Where am I, Kakucho what’s going on? I’m scared, I want to go home.” You cry out as you continue to struggle against your restraints. “You are home.” He replied, “I’ve decided that I’m going to fix you.” “Fix me?” You replied voice shaking. “I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re broken, that’s why you’ve been acting the way you do. Don’t worry, I’ll fix you and turn you back into the angel you once were.” He replied. Even now Kakucho refuses to believe that you’re solely to blame for the promiscuous acts you displayed at the bar. Deep down he knows with a little training you’ll be his angel again in no time. As he makes his way towards the bed, you couldn’t help but flinch a little bit out of fear for what was going to happen next. Deep down something in your bones told you, this isn’t going to end well.

[ransfantasy]

Haitani Ran’s slut for the weekend

Warnings: minors dni, afab!reader, metions of drugs, alcohol, sexual themes, explicit smut, fetishwear

A/n: this is my first fanfic ever, not proof-read. Feeback and interacts are greatly appreciated.

Word count: 541

Edit: tysm for the notes also I fixed some grammar lol and wc

Let me know if u want Part 2🥰

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She got on the metro at 23:00 with her leather high heel boots stopping at her knees and a long black coat tied at her waist. Underneath it, she was wearing a full-body fishnet, leaving little to the imagination, nipples peeking through the skimpy material. A latex corset was hugging her torso, stopping right at the curves of her tits. Her thong was also black, fishnety-like and matching the rest of her clubwear. This was a usual Friday night for her, putting on her fetish clubwear and heading towards the club where each visitor was immersed in their own fantasy world for the weekend, leaving behind the worries of the week. 

The place where she was headed was not an ordinary club. Sure, there was music, alcohol, and drugs were passed around, but above all, it was a place where one goes to celebrate and express one’s sexuality by giving in to the temptation of one night stands right inside the club. Whether it was an uninhibited all-night dancing to the beats, a spontaneous orgy or a brief make-out session that left her pussy throbbing for the rest of the evening, she enjoyed it all. However, Tonight was different. She was alone, none of her friends tagging along or meeting any familiar faces along the way. She got off the metro and her heels began clicking away on the concrete towards the direction of the club. As usual, the line was long and bouncers were sending away clueless tourists who were not meeting the strict dress code of the place. Lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag out of it, she observed the fellow club-goers, her stomach slightly turning with excitement for what’s to come. 

When it was finally her turn in the line, the bouncers swiftly motioned her to get in. After leaving her phone and coat in the cloakroom, she was only left in her sexy fishnet outfit and quickly made up her mind to get a drink at the bar. Passing through the different halls, she witnessed people making out in the indoor pool, chatting, fucking, or simply conversing. Making her way to the main hall, melodic bass started vibrating underneath her shoes. She opened the door and was immediately met with neon dim lights and cigarette smoke. Inside, people were dancing like it was no one's business. Ordering a strong cocktail, she positioned herself at the bar and started taking small sips while absorbing the atmosphere. Her gaze stopped at a tall figure of a man across the dance floor. His hair was dark, long, and neatly braided in two. Moving her gaze below, she was met with his washboard abs and hips seductively swaying to the beat of the music. He was topless, simply wearing black leather pants with multiple silver chains hanging along with them. Catching herself staring too much, she moved her eyes up again, only to meet his piercing velvet ones staring right back at her. With a playful smirk on his face, he winked and swiftly turned away from the crowd making his way toward her. Then, it struck her. This was no one else but Ran Haitani himself, the infamous Bonten gang member. She was in for a ride.

[stylesluxx]

unashamed – e.call

[warnings: alienation]

summary: in which embry isn’t ashamed of y/n | tradgoth!reader | requested!

word count: 1,685

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By now, you were used to all the stares. Well, actually, no one stared anymore, just stayed away from you.

You don't know what turned people off; was it the jet black hair or the black lipstick? Maybe it was the eyeliner and the big black combat boots? But did you care? No.

Your mom thought it was a phase, but you never felt more confident in the way you looked.

When you first were getting into your look, your classmates stared, and you heard all the whispers. It was discouraging at first, but your mom always told you to hold your head high no matter what.

At first, it was the big black boots. Your eyes almost turned into hearts at first sight of them. But then you wanted to push it even further, the novelty of the boots wore off. You went for all black clothes now, ditching the floral skirts and donating whatever else wasn't you anymore. You wore your favorite black boots with black dresses, black shirts, black mini skirts, black jeans, as long as it was black, you would wear it.

Once you had the perfect wardrobe, you started doing your makeup. Black eyeliner, thick or thin, long or short, depended on the day.

But soon, that wasn't enough, and to complete your full evolution, you went and got box dye and dyed your hair jet black.

The whole style change garnered you the eyes of the entire school, but once they got used to the look, the stares subdued.

You were happy people no longer stared, but now you felt alienated. You were always shy, never had any real friends, just people you'd talk to in class. But no one would speak to you now.

You thought that maybe you should go back to your old look, but that wouldn't change anything. People would think you were confused, and they already made up their minds about you.

So, you held your head high, confident in yourself. Sure, you wished people would talk to you and give you a chance, but it wasn't worth trading your confidence and happiness for it.

But one day, you were in the library, not looking for any book, in particular, just thumbing along the spines. You finished reading the summary on the back of a book, and as you were looking for the spot you took it from, your eyes met another. The staring brown eyes were on the other side of the bookshelf, unwavering from yours.

You blinked and felt your cheeks heat up, not used to the looks anymore (but it was also just weird that someone was looking right into your eyes). You coughed gently, hoping to distract the boy across from you, but his soft amber eyes were unwavering.

"Um, are you alright?" You finally spoke up, keeping your voice low since you were in the library.

He seemed to have snapped out of his gaze. His face that displayed shock, was now covered with joy.

"You're Y/N, right?" He asked, an aloof smile on his face as he reached down to grab his backpack.

"Uh... yeah, Y/N," You nodded and walked as he quickly walked around the shelf.

He was now standing in front of you, tall and slender, warm russet skin, and the brown eyes that were just about ingrained into your brain.

"I'm Embry!"

He stuck his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. You hesitantly met your hand with his and shook it.

"Yeah, I know. We've gone to school since freshman year," You chuckled awkwardly.

You tried pulling your hand away, but it was practically glued, the way Embry was gripping it. You tugged it back, giving him a tight smile, and turned to walk away. It wasn't a lot, but you weren't used to the chitchatting, so you were growing uncomfortable. You were used to being isolated, forced to be alone.

"Wait, do you think... you could... help me find a good book?" He asked as if trying to make something up.

You raised an eyebrow but still nodded, walking a little further down the aisle.

"This is my favorite book, like, ever. You might like it, I don't know, don't really know what you like," You shrugged and grabbed the book of the shelf, handing it to the boy.

"Thank you. I'll make sure to give it a read. And I'll let you know what I think," He nodded and looked down at the book in his hands. "Do we have any classes together?"

"I don't really know; I just focus on the lesson if I'm honest," You shrugged. "But yeah, definitely let me know if you like it."

"Okay, I will. I better get going, they're waiting for me," He sighed and looked back at the table at the end of the aisle.

At the small circular table was Jacob Black and Quil Ateara. You didn't realize the two of them were there, their eyes locked on you and Embry. But now that you noticed them, they looked very on guard, ready to jump into action. But nothing crazy ever happened at your school, so you don't know why they were so tense.

"Yeah, you do that. They look like they're about to combust," You joked and turned away. "Talk to you later, Embry."

From then, you two grew to be practically inseparable.

He read the book fairly quickly and found you during lunch, going on and on about it. All you could do was smile; it was rare that someone liked something just as much as you did. And to hear him go on about it made you happy because he was happy, and you could see his eyes twinkle as he talked.

It became something like a book club, but you were always talking about things other than the books you'd recommend to each other. You were hanging out after school, getting pizza, watching the movie versions of the books you read. It was a great time. You finally had a friend.

Of course, you had to overcome the disbelief that he wanted to hang out with you, and it took even longer for you to believe he didn't care what other people thought.

He would wrap an arm around your shoulder, and even though you'd get flushed with embarrassment, he wouldn't think anything of it. You weren't embarrassed by him, of course, but now all eyes were back on you. You heard the whispers (you always did). The boy that went off the rails and joined a "gang" with the goth girl. It was all the school could talk about for weeks.

But the pack didn't think anything about your new relationship with their pack brother. They were happy, which you thought was weird; you thought they would judge you and maybe try to talk him out of it.

You found out about the pack and the imprinting after Embry invited you to Emily's for dinner one weekend.

He was asking you about how often you had to dye your hair, honestly intrigued. This made Paul laugh and say, "imprinting makes you interested in the most random things."

This comment caught your attention but what made you even more suspicious was Seth nudging him and saying, "bro, he didn't tell her yet! Idiot."

You had looked over at Embry, an eyebrow raised, but he just gave you a sheepish smile. You let it go for the time being, but the next movie night you had, you pressed him.

He spilled though you found it weird, you weren't going to push away the only person you had.

"So, Jake and Quil heard when I said they were going to combust? Like, because of the good hearing thing?" You asked, hand over your open mouth.

"That's your only question?" He chuckled and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.

You didn't know when you two had crossed the line from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend, but you theorized it was that night.

He gripped your hand as you walked into the cafeteria. Instead of sitting alone at lunch, you sat with the pack and Kim. It made you happy to feel like you were a part of something. Something that accepted you for who you are.

"Maybe you can do that thing you do with your eyes on my eyes," Embry said, his head supported but by his hand as he looked at you lovingly.

"You mean eyeliner? You'll really let me?" You asked, your eyes lighting up with joy.

"Yeah, sure, seems fun," Your boyfriend shrugged nonchalantly, but you knew he was bubbling with happiness just at the sight of how happy you were.

"Y/N, please send me a picture of that," Quil chuckled, making Embry roll his eyes.

It was tv night at your house, very different from movie night. Leave it to your boyfriend to make a big deal about the difference. ("It's the principle!")

Tonight you were starting Golden Girls (Embry's choice. You wanted to start Community but Embry won rock, paper, scissors fair and square).

"Who even introduced you to Golden Girls?" You asked, holding the black eyeliner pen in your hand as you started your project.

"My mom, of course... duh Y/N," He mumbled the last part, making you giggle.

You finished one eye and went to move to the other, but you paused. At first, you were looking at your work, but then you started thinking about how perfect he was and how grateful you were to have him in your life.

You hadn't realized you were smiling like a goofy idiot until Embry spoke up.

"What? Did you mess up?" He asked and reached for the hand mirror on the coffee table.

"No, I just realized how much I love you, that's all," You shrugged and went back to doing his eyeliner.

Once you finished, you pulled back and kissed his cheek before looking at your masterpiece.

"You look great!" You smiled.

"Do I look like you?" He asked, smiling back at you

"Even better, baby."

[AN: heyyy, it’s me back from the dead. sorry I’ve been gone for like a month but I had the worst writer’s block omg. hopefully you all like this and I hope this somehow pushes me to keep writing but we’ll see lol]