#never to be seen again by the likes of man

[screampied]

‘ I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU S(C)REAMMM ! ’

ᡴꪫ sum. what’s your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you don’t scare easily! or do you?

wc. 6.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesōmes, unprotected, brief phone sēx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple ōrgasms, spit, manhandling, brēeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.

an. from this ask!

“hello.”

“hello?”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you deadpan, almost as if you’ve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. “mean girls two. bye.”

“….girl what? that’s not a—”

you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.

sighing, you answer it. “stop calling this number. prank calls aren’t funny.”

“no.” the voice replies, and it’s very deep—you swear you’ve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. “i just wanna talk to you.”

“bother some other girl. bye.”

“don’t hang up on me.”

for whatever reason, you don’t hang up. his voice sounded a bit stern—you sit up before growing quiet. you’re fully alert now.

“good girl. now, i’ll ask again. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. “halloween.”

“pft. basic.”

“wha— you’re the one who asked.”

“oh, doll i’m just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?”

for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you weren’t scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didn’t wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite … not the best.

“not really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.” you mumble.

“hmmm,” the voice hums through the other end. it’s as if he’s pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. “so…you got a boyfriend?”

you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.

“no, and it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“easy, girl. i’m just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?”

you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.

“whatever. no, i don’t have a … boyfriend.”

“ooh. you hesitated there.”

you grumble. “shut up. i’m hanging up.”

the man immediately replies with a chortle.

“wait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.”

with an eye roll, you utter, “why do you wanna know my name?”

“because i wanna know who i’m looking at.”

“what?”

“what?”

each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldn’t put your foot on it.

the man chuckles before responding in a more sly tone—changing the subject again.

“you know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?”

your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reason—you felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. what’s wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen—you dying?

you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank call—you decided that playing along wouldn’t hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.

“so what if i was playing with myself?”

“i bet you didn’t even make yourself finish, doll.”

his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched tone—you couldn’t help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe you’d regret this later, but alas, reality wasn’t on your mind at the moment.

“are you saying you can make me finish?” you mutter, growing amused now.

“oh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.”

he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.

“okay, prove it then.”

he chuckles.

“mhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.”

you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guy’s beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.

the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.

“you must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.” you exhale.

“heh, m-maybe,” he mocks your falter. “but i’m sure you’ll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.”

he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.

he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourself— yet, that didn’t work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. “now what?”

“finger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.”

he was filthy.

you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.

with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quiet—it’s almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.

“bet you’re so nice ‘n soaked. sounds so sloppy.”

gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warm—you were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesn’t take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.

“you sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?”

“y-yeah,” you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of you—you gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. “fuck, ‘m still a bit sensitive.”

he guffaws lowly.

“yeah, i bet you are. poor baby can’t even make herself cum.”

you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasure—you moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.

“find your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.”

“i- i already found it,” you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as you’re just moaning melodically. “fuck, why don’t you just come over ‘n finish for me already.”

the voice laughs again.

“yeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.”

at this point, you didn’t really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasn’t in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure stranger’s voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.

“f-fuck, just come ‘n finish for me. i can’t do it. please.”

he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.

“okay. turn around.”

your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other way—of course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as you’re about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.

there, you’re met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you don’t see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.

one of them takes off a mask and it’s suguru geto, your roommate.

your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of them—now you really felt like you were in a movie. “you always did say how much you liked scream,” and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. “don’t be shy now, someone’s gotta help ya finish.”

“o-oh,” you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommate’s voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.

truth be told though, you didn’t know they’d make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.

“sorry princess,” he whispers. “suguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,” and as he’s speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit more—crazed. “he didn’t scare you too bad, did he?”

you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. “no, n-not really.”

“aw what. i thought i was pretty scary,” and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at you—dark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. “tell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?”

you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.

nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. “words, princess. use them, okay?”

the more you feel geto’s breath fan against your clit, teasing you—you were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. “i- i want you both to help me finish,” you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like you’d stumble with an untied shoe. “make me cum, please kento.”

he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. “i’m the one between your legs but whatever,” and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. “kento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?”

“you’re so pretty,” he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black gloves—the fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesn’t expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. “oh,” he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanami’s eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of geto’s tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongue—the texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, “don’t look at him, look at me pretty girl.”

as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.

“k-kento,” you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanami’s bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. “take it off.”

“ah, ask nicely,” he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. “tell me what you want ‘n i’ll give it to you.”

your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hinges—geto’s tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. “so sweet,” he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds he’d kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. “mhm.”

barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami who’s standing near the edge of the bed—you’re laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. “i- i wanna taste, ‘ken. wanna suck you off,” and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. “pretty please.”

“better,” he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. “good girl. go ahead, lift it up ‘n enjoy the meal.”

with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. you’re met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured he’d already be sprung out for you. as geto’s still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatient— and with geto’s demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.

“it’s okay,” he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up him—a silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. “you can be a little messy for me.”

a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel geto’s tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.

“don’t be shy girl, yank on it.”

dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of geto’s hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.

he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his length—he was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. “u-ugh,” he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, you’re slow but deadly.

pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.

geto’s still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you now—he surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. you’re moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanami’s fat cock. “easy,” he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. “no teeth, okay? you’re doing s-so good.”

nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throat’s already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. geto’s still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you don’t know which roommate to focus on.

“m-mphm,” was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as you’re outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. you’d recognize that feeling anywhere—the feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as you’re now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on geto’s long hair, he grunts—spanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as you’re breathing through each nostril—you gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.

your legs couldn’t hold still, geto’s continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanami’s tip a pretty shade of snowy white.

he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.

low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. you’re convulsing profusely all in geto’s mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. “such a sloppy m-mouth,” nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. he’s got your mouth filled with so many inches—your cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. “gonna make such a mess ‘n your mouth, princess. ‘s that what you want?”

you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, he’s feeling weightless—you’ve got his knees trembling, a hand’s still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. “such a pretty face,” he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. “s-shame i gotta ruin it a little.”

even nanami’s dirty talk was tame— it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. he’s so pent up, and out of nowhere—you feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, it’s such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. geto’s making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. “aw. look at you two,” and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “slobbin’ everywhere, messy girl you are.”

your eyes go back up towards nanami, he’s sweating.

he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while he’s holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. “g-gonna cum,” and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attention’s on him. “suguru, don’t just stand there. p…praise her.”

geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. “so bossy,” he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. “c’mon, doll. make ‘ken cum, yeah. doin’ so good for us. you’re gonna make him whine for you, heh.”

nanami’s legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before he’s gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. it’s hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. “f-fuuuck,” he heaves through heavy lungs, it’s still trickling, you savor the taste. it’s bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. “good girl, f-fuck.”

“aw. don’t hog her, give me attention too,” geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. “ah, don’t swallow yet. c’mere.”

with half-lidded eyes, you do—leaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. you’re caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanami’s cum and it makes him groan. he didn’t even bat an eye—you return the kiss, feeling geto’s hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.

after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. “ken ken, don’t be so shy. you want a taste too?”

“yeah,” he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. “can i?”

you nod, and he’s so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. geto’s still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanami’s tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet — savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. it’s slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if this— whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.

with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldn’t. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.

cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.

you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever you’d coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure bliss—you thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldn’t get enough. geto’s degrading you whilst nanami’s whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, you’ve never felt more soaked.

you didn’t wanna stop—

currently, you’re straddling nanami. he’s got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, “phew,” he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldn’t even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. “think she wants more, suguru.”

“bet she does,” he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.

you’re promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. “say, doll. how ‘bout you try to take us both? would ya like that?” and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. “wanna be the final girl ‘n prove your worth? our final girl?”

without an inkling of hesitation—you nod, mewling out a sweet, “yes, yes jus’ hurry up, sugu. ‘m still c…close.”

“so wet, so impatient,” he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulp—swallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you aren’t so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. geto’s helping you slide back down onto nanami’s length before slowly making his way into you also. “god, you’re so hot in here. gonna fuckin’ swallow me whole.”

you moan, everything goes so slow—your cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanami’s chest. you’re met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. “eyes on me, princess. just relax.”

you wriggle a bit at the positioning—being on nanami’s lap, geto directly behind you, you’re quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanami’s words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. “ugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.”

his voice was deepened heavily—you let off a cute gasp once they’re both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. “hold my hand, i got you,” nanami coos, and that’s when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. “you’re so pretty like this,” and he kisses the temple of your cheek.

every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart race—being sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.

your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.

whilst you’re still straddling nanami—you moan again and again, feeling a free hand of geto’s spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap pap’s until it rang throughout your ears. “fuck, ya like being stuffed don’t you, pretty girl? feel full enough?” geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brain’s swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. “didn’t say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.”

whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, “hngh y-yesss, ‘m so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.”

“let me stuff your mouth too then.”

and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his glove—shoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as you’re so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messy—you were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you weren’t gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussy’s been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.

“suguru, ‘m gonna cum.” nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of geto’s fingers way back into your throat. “she’s s-squeezing me so good.”

geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. “are you? ‘ken, you’re more whinier than usual today.”

“shut up.” he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment — nanami wasn’t so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.

you’ve still got a mouthful of geto’s fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. “mhm,” he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. “you taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.”

with the piston of geto’s vigorous hips, you’re so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.

its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later — geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. it’s so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.

“f-fuck, sugu,” nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. “damn, so m-much.”

everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of geto’s squeeze your neck softly, watching as you’re just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. you’re drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. “so f-full,” you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decided—this was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.

you shift your weight against nanami’s lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. “spread your legs,” he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanami’s throat, you part your thighs—gasping once you feel geto’s own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum that’s sloppily easing out of every entrance—you pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. “so messy. don’t want any spillin’ out. gotta push it back in.”

you’re moaning, after a while you break away from nanami’s lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, “did you hear me, pretty?” and he gently pokes your cheek. “you always do this..”

confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly open—you jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. you’re leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the background—it was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothed—there was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.

“hellooo, earth to roomie,” geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. “you okay? you fell asleep on me again. what’s got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.”

so it was a dream?

a mere glimpse of your lewd imagination—?

you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. “huh. oh, i’m fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.”

nanami rubs your back. “we still have like twenty minutes left,” and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentle—so tender. “are you sure you’re okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.”

“i’m okay,” you insist, slumping your head back against geto.

that was weird, out of all the dreams you’ve had throughout your life—none of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though, you were a bit out of breath and feeling chills all over your body.”

abruptly, your phone rings,

“sugu, can you pass me my phone?” you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you weren’t at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but instead—in your generic dorm watching a scary movie.

he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.

once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screen—it reads that it’s from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. “um, hello?”

“hello.”

“hi,” you rub your eyes. “can i help y-”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. “very funny, suguru.”

geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back towards the movie. “very funny what.”

and suddenly your laid back, unbelieving expression was expressed with a weird feeling. if it wasn’t them then who—

that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. it’s that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,

“oh baby, i’m not suguru or nanami.”

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[sunrizef1]

Speak for Yourself

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Authors Note: not edited woohoo, back to your regularly scheduled programming, planning to shut up now lol

Word count: 4.6k I think

Warnings: light cursing, AUS 24, not edited, inaccurate information regarding f2 seasons for the sake of the plot

Summary: You’d been around as long as Logan had, it was no time until one of the drivers developed a crush on you. Oscar had thought it was obvious you weren’t single. Guess not.

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Growing up, Oscar had always known he was quieter than a lot of his friends. He’d just rather keep to himself than be loud in his day-to-day life. Even Logan was considered loud when around the Aussie, and considering Logan was pretty quiet himself, that was impressive.

Everyone around him knew he preferred to be private. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share things with his friends and family, it was just that having his own life was more convenient.

One of the things he’d always been private about, was his relationships. He’d had girlfriends growing up, none of them really sticking around too long as the times changed.

But then he met you. 2018. Logan had introduced you as his best friend, Oscar decided not to be offended. You were the opposite of the Australian. You were loud and happy and Oscar was absolutely captivated by you. He’d asked Logan if he was allowed to ask you out and the American had just laughed with a nod, Oscar practically running over to you the second the race was over.

Of course, you were 17 so Oscar didn’t exactly have the emotional maturity to realize he was in love with you at the time. It only took him six months to say it out loud, though. Three years later and you two were still going strong, Oscars career only moving upwards as he raced through the 2021 F2 season.

Logan had been trying to find a way to get you a job with him the whole season. You’d just agreed, choosing to follow him around for a whole year as he moved through different series. He’d never have told Oscar but he’d needed your support more than anything. Just having to cycle through seats and races and series had drained him, you needing to practically talk him off the ledge multiple times throughout the year.

But you did get a few races with Oscar. Toward the end of the year, Logan got to race alongside his friend, meaning you got to hang out with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who was looking likely to win the entire championship.

“Are you nervous?” You hummed under your breath, your words echoing around the silence of the dark hotel room. You feel Oscar shift behind you, his arm tightening around your torso. The next morning, he’d be racing to win the championship, hopes and dreams laid out before him.

“I don’t think so,” he pauses, contemplating his words, “I think I was. Not anymore though, I’ve got you with me. That’s enough for me.”

You take a second to think through his words before a grin splits your face, skin heating up as the sentence sinks in, “I love you, Osc.”

The man in question shifts again, swinging his other arm around to wrap you tighter in his hold, “I love you too.”

You eventually fall asleep, letting the quiet of the room paired with the sound of the beating heart behind you, lull you to bed.

The next day, Oscar wins the championship, your loud yells sounding uncharacteristically quiet in the cacophony of screaming voices that surround you. He doesn’t sprint over to you or anything, big gestures not really his style. But he does make eye contact with you with a warming smile once he steps out of the car and that’s enough for you to know exactly how he feels in that moment.

Logan, though, is being very weird. You were sat in your boyfriend’s room, watching Logan practically wear a hole in the carpet with his constant pacing. He walked back and forth through the room with an absent mind and shaky hands. Throughout the year you’d been forced to follow him around, you somehow hadn’t seen him this nervous the whole time. Impressive considering he’d met about 100 very important people in the span of about two weeks.

“What’s your problem?” Logan’s eyes snap toward you, eyebrows shooting up as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“Nothing,” you roll your eyes at his quickly worded response, he didn’t seem to be in a too concerning state of being so you opted to leave him alone. He’d be fine eventually. He’d also looked about the same last week when the Dolphins had almost lost. He’d recovered from that too.

Your head instead turns toward where the door has just opened. You watch your boyfriend walk through, his gaze immediately catching on the weirdo pacing in the corner.

“Hi, Logan?” Oscar hums with a confused look on his face. Logans gaze locks onto the older Aussie, a stupid grin splitting the Americans face.

“Congrats, Oscar. Have a great evening,” Logan says, slapping his friend on the shoulder. The dumb grin is back on the blond man’s face, proving your earlier hypothesis that he’d heal from his paranoia relatively quickly.

Oscar, on the other hand, is surprisingly quick to take over Logan’s role as village weirdo, moving to rush Logan out of the room. Logan leaves, not before he gives Oscar a suspicious glance but Oscar just replies by shoving him out. You dismiss it as annoyance at the man for intruding, though your eyes do stay trained on the door Logan had just left though for more than a few moments.

“He’s so weird,” you mumble, a confused look on your face as you think back to your friends actions.

“Yeah, he is,” Oscar replies, rolling his eyes. There’s a second layer of agreement laced through his words, though you don’t catch the fact he might have a different reason to agree. You hum, still trying to decode why your friend had been acting like that, not even figuring the cause might be the man in front of you.

Oscar pulls your attention back toward him as he rests a hand on your face, gently tilting your head toward him, “I have dinner reservations for tonight. That place you’d talked about this morning.”

You smile, completely forgetting about Logan’s loser behavior, “Sounds great.”

Oscar grins before letting go of your face, the feeling of his grasp still lingering on your skin, “I’m gonna take a shower, then we can go back to the hotel.”

You laugh, pushing him away from you gently. Oscar stumbles dramatically, causing your laugh to get louder. You don’t notice how Oscar’s smile gets bigger in sync with your happiness.

“Go, then. You stink.”

Oscar pulls a face, offense painting his features, “Rude.”

You snort, rolling your eyes as he moves toward the bathroom, “Go, nerd!”

Oscar laughs a final time before finally stepping into the room, shutting the door behind him. You collapse onto the couch you’re sitting on, mind running with thoughts of the dinner you were about to go to and recent memories of the pure elation you were feeling after Oscar’s win. Content fills your body as you relax, faint sounds of the shower the only sound filtering through your ears.

A few hours later, you’re sat across from your boyfriend, laughing over your food while sharing anecdotes back-and-forth, laughs probably a little too loud for the really nice restaurant.

Oscar grabs the bill from the waiter, smiling politely as the man walks away momentarily. Oscar pulls his card out and slides it back in his wallet before putting it in his back pocket, moving to stand up afterward. You grin as he holds a hand out to you, helping you to your feet.

You hum warmly, tiredness spreading through you as you approached the conclusion of a pretty long day. The food had been delicious and the atmosphere was wonderful.

You had thought you’d be going straight back to the hotel, considering Oscar still had to race again tomorrow.

But as you exit, Oscar pulls you away from the car, interlocking his fingers with yours. You shoot your eyebrows up as you glance at your boyfriend, a tight smile on his lips.

“I thought we could go for a walk on the beach, maybe? It’s really pretty,” Oscar stares straight ahead as he says the words, gaze seemingly avoiding yours. But when you don’t answer for a second, he does glance over to you and you finally nod with a small smile.

“Sure, I’d love that.”

Oscar gulps, a big grin splitting his face. He looks back toward the sand a bit ahead of you, moving to slowly stroll down it with you by his side. You let out a relaxed sigh, head falling into his shoulder. Oscar had been right, this was very pretty. Lights lit up the sand around you, reflecting off the ocean waves that crashed toward you. The sun is starting to set in the distance, casting warm hues over the sky.

You do stop to pull of your heels and Oscar is quick to hold them in his hands, resuming in his passive, slow walk.

You make bare comments about how pretty your surroundings were, the sound of silence just not satisfying you. Although you do leave enough time between sentences to truly take in the calmness that comes with the ocean scenery, wave sounds in the silence and all.

You eventually come to a point some ways down the beach that has more lights than the rest. They form a little semi-circle that perfectly light up the area. Oscar pulls you to a stop in the middle of them and he turns you both to look out at the ocean. You swear you hear a sound from behind you but when you glance over, the beach is clear of anyone else so you turn back around to gaze toward the sunset.

The sun is about halfway down in the horizon and you find your gaze locked on the pink and orange that fades through the sky. You’re so focused that you don’t notice that Oscars grasp on you disappears. When you turn around to point out the colors to your boyfriend, a sharp gasp leaves your throat.

“Oh my god, Osc-!”

You cut yourself off with a hand over your mouth as you look down at your boyfriend, kneeling in the sand, a small box clutched in his hands.

You don't remember much of his speech, too busy trying to not start absolutely sobbing. But you do remember the last words that leave his mouth before the ring is slid onto your finger.

“Will you marry me?”

You nod quickly, hands shaking as Oscar stands up to put the ring onto you. You stare down at it for a few seconds as Oscars hands rest on your waist, waiting for your reaction. You look up, moving through the shock in your veins. You grasp his face in your hands and pull him down into an emotionally-charged kiss, feeling his arms wrap around you tighter.

He smiles into the kiss, head resting against yours once you finally pull away. You look into his eyes for a second before laughing and leaning away, tears dripping down your face.

“That was so wonderful, Osc,” you say through your tears, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Oscar smiles before it drops slightly, a grimace pulling onto his face, “because Logan’s been in that bush the whole time.”

Your head whips toward the bush Oscars hand is outstretched toward, eyebrows furrowed as you search the greenery.

An incredulous laugh leaves your throat as Logan pops his head up, a sheepish glance in your direction being all he offers in response. You snort, grinning as you notice the nice-looking camera in his hands.

“Come here, idiot,” you smile, waiting for your friend to emerge from the bushes so you can share this moment with the man who’d been your closest friend for your entire life, “‘At least, now I know why you were acting like that.”

That was, of course, 2021. Now, two years later, you were still following Logan around. But now, with the Floridian entering F1, you had a contract and a paycheck that came with it. Anyone who didn’t know Logan would think you were his assistant. Which you technically were. But anyone who did know Logan, would instead refer to you as his paid-best-friend, many jokes about him paying you to hang around being thrown his way from fans and fellow drivers alike.

It was very convenient that your husband was entering F1 at the same time as the man who employs you, opening up so many more chances to spend time with Oscar.

No one really questioned Oscar’s continued presence in the Williams garage. Everyone knew that him and Logan had always been close so when he was spotted in the white and blue, no one batted an eye.

Not even his new teammate, who claimed to know the Aussie better than anyone else on the grid. Lando just assumed Oscar was really eager to see his friend every day. Lando didn’t consider that he saw Logan every weekend anyway and that maybe the speed with which he got to Williams might be a little too fast to just be for a close friend.

No one from Williams questioned it either. They all knew that Logan and Oscar had grown up as friends. So when Oscar seemed pretty close to one of Logan's closest friends, they didn't question it. It only made sense.

You didn’t hang around the rest of the grid very often during Oscar and Logan’s first season. You didn’t really know any of the other drivers so you, instead, spent all your time in Williams, Alex and Lily becoming fast friends of yours.

But in 2024, you started to come around more, choosing to venture out of the garage and talk more to the drivers you’d met over the past year. One of the garages you had started to frequent more was McLaren, your husband quite excited to have you in the Papaya as opposed to your usual blue.

You went to the garage purely for Oscar. But he wasn’t always the only driver hanging around. The papaya garages were often frequented by drivers from other teams. Specifically, the Ferrari drivers loved to make their presence in the garages known.

It was the Australian GP, Oscar’s home race and only the third race of the season. You’d only came over to McLaren a few times over the past three races, but you were currently occupied with Logan after his car had been taken away so you were nowhere to be seen.

Oscar was sat with his teammate in hospitality, talking about pretty much anything as they waited out the few hours they had before they had to do anything.

“Lando!” The voice of a loud Spanish man has Oscar’s face splitting into a grimace. He turns his head to see none other than Carlos Sainz making his way toward the pair in papaya, Charles Leclerc in tow behind him.

Lando grins beside him, eyes lighting up as he looks toward his friend. Lando glances down toward his teammate to assess the look on the Aussies face before he stands up and clasps Carlos on the shoulder, “Hey, Carlos!”

Oscar looks away from the two of them, gaze landing on Charles who stands awkwardly to the side. Oscar catches his eye before gesturing for him to sit down in one of the free chairs around the table the McLaren boys had been occupying . Charles smiles gratefully, happy to break the strange stance he’d been stuck in previously.

After successfully bro-ing it out, Lando and Carlos eventually sit down at the table, chairs sliding against the grown loudly as they shift around.

“How are you both feeling about the race?” Carlos asks, eyes shifting between Lando and Oscar, though his gaze does stop on the Brit.

Oscar, though, pipes up to answer the Spaniards question before Lando can, “We feel pretty good. It’s a home race so that’s always great.”

Carlos hums absently, eyes seemingly searching for something behind Oscar. Oscar glances behind him quickly to see if there’s anything worth mentioning but is met with nothing but Papaya shirts. He turns back around. Weird.

Lando seems to notice Carlos’ weird behavior as well, his eyebrows furrowing as he glances around as well before looking back to the Spaniard, “You looking for something, Carlos?”

Carlos’ eyes snap back to the curly-haired man, heat rising to his cheeks as he realizes he’s been caught, “No, nothing.”

Charles snorts from beside his teammate, sticking a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the laugh threatening to leave his throat. Carlos glares at the Monegasque lightly, only making Charles laugh harder before Carlos leans forward to explain.

“Where is that Williams girl?” Carlos asks with a small smile and a confused look passes over Oscar’s face. Who the hell is he talking about?

Charles seems to catch the matching confusion on the McLarens face, rolling his eyes at Carlos’ blunt delivery before starting to explain himself, “Carlos in love with that girl Logan hangs around with. The one that’s always in McLaren for some reason.”

Carlos nods in agreement, leaning back in his chair with satisfaction. Oscar feels his stomach drop.

“I’m not in love with her, I just think she’s really pretty.”

Charles laughs, eyes going wide in response, “Carlos you look for her every time we’re in this garage. You’ve been asking to come over here just so you can see her.”

Lando gasps dramatically, a big grin painting his face, “And here I was, thinking you’d been coming around so you could see me!”

The other three drivers at the table laugh but Oscar stays quiet, teeth digging hard into his bottom lip. An unreasonable annoyance filled him at Carlos’ words, eyes rolling as he watches the Spaniard go on about his love for you, Oscar’s wife.

“Why’ve you never gone to Williams to look for her?” Lando interjects after a few more seconds of mindless rambling from Carlos about you. Carlos glances sideways at Charles, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

“Never wanted to bother Logan, I guess. We’re not really friends,” Carlos shrugs.

Lando tilts his head, shaking it slightly, “I’m sure Logan wouldn’t mind.”

Oscar has to stop himself from scoffing at Landos words. If only he knew how much Logan would mind.

“Yeah, I’ll go over there in a minute. Maybe I’ll actually shoot my shot this time.”

Oscar stands up suddenly, chair screeching against the floor as it pushes backward.

“Where you going, mate?” Lando goes to ask but Oscar’s already practically ran away, feet carrying him quickly toward the Williams garage.

The three drivers he’s left behind look between each other with confused faces, all having no idea what made the Aussie leave so quickly.

Oscar, though, makes it to Williams in record time. Running between employees and the like, weaving his way to Logan’s room. He slams the door open, ignoring the strange glances from Williams employees around him.

He pauses as he sees the sight in front of him, Logans head resting heavily in your lap as you run a hand through the blonds hair. The dejected look on Logans face is enough to make Oscar grimace and move quieter as he enters the room. You glance up with the concerned expression still painting your features. Logan doesn't look up, eyes closed tightly and pure distaste clearly present.

“Hey Osc,” you practically sigh, eyes shifting back down to Logan for a moment. Only after hearing your words does Logan open his eyes, looking over toward the Aussie.

“Hey guys,” Oscar says carefully, his previous reason for rushing into Williams now momentarily forgotten.

Logan mumbles under his breath and closes his eyes again, nodding at Oscar before he does. You pat his head softly and he rolls over, moving his head away from you so you can stand up and talk to Oscar.

“Whats up?” you try to smile through your obvious grimace and Oscar smiles painfully in response.

He nods his head toward Logan who's now lying face-down on the couch, “Is he okay?”

“No, not a great weekend with the whole chassis thing,” You reply, trying to keep your voice low enough so Logan doesn't hear.

Apparently you weren't quiet enough as you hear a muffled shout echo through the small room.

“Im fine!” You can barely hear through the couch cushion but he’s just audible enough.

You shake your head at Oscar, sighing deeply, “Did you need something?”

Oscar nods slightly, grasping your hand in his and pulling you out of the room and away from Logan. Not that Oscar didn’t want to support his friend but he honestly didn’t know what to say. And he was obviously okay with you leaving or he wouldn’t have rolled away from you.

“Do you wanna come back to McLaren hospitality?” Oscar asks, dragging his finger over the wedding ring sat proudly on your ring finger. You notice his attention on the ring and tilt your head slightly.

“For any specific reason?”

Oscar shakes his head innocently, trying to take any look of suspicion off his face. Though it seems you know him too well as you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, not believing his story.

Oscar rolls his eyes, admitting defeat, “Fine. Carlos was talking about how in love with you he is and I was getting annoyed about it.”

You laugh slightly, not expecting Oscar to claim that the Spaniard was in love with you. But when you see the blush on your husband’s face, you grin softly and pull him into a hug, grasping his face in your hands, “It’s okay, Osc. I only have eyes for you, darling.”

Oscar blushes harder, letting out a small laugh as you pepper his face with kisses and he reaches up a hand to bat your face away from his.

“Come on, let’s go show Carlos what he can’t have,” You laugh, marching forward with Oscar’s hand wrapped tightly in yours. Oscar laughs, following along behind you. But he’s secretly grateful you were willing to shut Carlos’ pining down, not sure if he could take Carlos, of all people, talking about his crush on you for any longer, “Even if he’s not there I’ll still get Logan something to eat.”

You reach the McLaren hospitality quickly enough, garnering some strange looks from people around you as they see your clasped hands. But you pay them no mind, more focused on getting to the food. Oscar drags along behind you, watching as you grab two plates of food, careful not to spill as you balance the plate for both yourself and Logan. Oscar untangles your fingers from his so he can grab one of the plates out of your hand, leading you toward a table so you can eat the food you’ve grabbed for yourself.

Oscar sits across from you as you start to pick at the food lazily, stabbing a lone grape with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. You seemed to have stopped caring about the potential Carlos sighting but Oscar was on high-alert, eyes trailing over the room.

His eyes catch on a scrap of red fabric over your shoulder and he moves his chair slightly closer to you, praying the Spaniard doesn’t catch sight of you. Oscar moves his knee to knock against yours and you smile warmly through the bite of watermelon you’d just taken.

You sit peacefully for a few minutes, eating quietly as Oscar seemingly keeps watch. You don’t ask him why he couldn’t just tell Carlos you were married himself but you don’t question his motives. Men were confusing.

Both of you are surprised when a figure walks up to stand above you. You glance up and see a grumpy-looking blonde man with tousled hair and a disgruntled face looking down at the two of you, exhaustion clear in his eyes.

“Hey, lo. Gotchu food,” You say, sliding the plate toward the American. He hums, glancing around the room. Oscar watches as he sees Carlos and then looks back, glancing between the Aussie and the enemy he had decide to make today.

“Brb,” Logan mumbles with crossed arms, slinking off to a destination you can’t see. But Oscar can, and he watches as his friend slides up to a certain Ferrari driver, his usual shy attitude abandoned due to his already-shit race weekend.

Oscar takes the opportunity to fully move his chair next to yours, grasping your open hand in his, passively fiddling with your wedding ring. You roll your eyes but relax your hand in his, allowing him the chance to be as possessive as he wants.

“Hey, man,” Carlos says as Logan reaches him. Really good timing actually, he’d been wanting to talk to him about you.

Logan blinks through his tiredness, frowning at the older man, “Hey, Carlos.”

Carlos grins, deciding to stick through the poor attitude from the blonde man in front of him, having no idea just how poor this was about to go for him, “I was actually going to ask you about that friend of yours. The pretty American one you’re always with.”

Logan blinks again, glancing back toward the papaya polo sat next to you before he looks back, “Y/N?”

Carlos shrugs, smile unfaltering, “I guess so, any way you could get me her number?”

Logan chews his cheek a bit, eyes quickly switching between the ground and Carlos’ face, “Nah, man. She's taken.”

Only then does Carlos’ face falter, his eyebrows furrowing slightly with confusion, “Really?”

Logan holds back his laugh, rubbing at his eyes as he starts to lose the tiredness he'd previously had, “Yeah, yeah. Married actually.”

Carlos’ head snaps toward the Williams driver, mouth opening slightly as he shakes his head, “No way, mate. You’re joking.”

“I don’t think I am,” Logan smirks, head tilting toward where you’re sitting, “You could ask her but I don’t think he’d let you get within 10 feet after this morning.”

Logan watches as Carlos’ gaze lands on you and your husband, mouth gaping as he catches Oscar’s hands fiddling with the ring on your finger, “Shit…”

“Yeah, shit indeed,” Logan nods, starting to walk away and leave the Spaniard to revel in his shock, “Have a good race, Carlos. I won’t be seeing you out there.”

You finally look up to see Logan sit down across from you, sliding his own plate over to himself and starting to munch down on the food you’d picked for him.

Oscar raises an eyebrow as he catches the incredulous look on Carlos’ face, “What was that about?”

“Just told him you’re married,” Logan mumbles through a mouth full of strawberries, chewing passively, “Had to spell it out for him, been dropping hints for months.”

You glance toward you friend with confusion painting your face, “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, I’ve been scaring him off from Williams since last October. Don’t think he even realized I was doing it on purpose.”

You and Oscar catch eyes, small grins breaking out on your faces as Logan continues to stare intently at his snack.

“Thanks, Logan,” you smile, happy to hear about your friends committed defense of your marriage.

“Don’t thank me, I’m still in a bad mood,” he says as he stabs a grape violently, biting the green sphere with a crunch.

Oscar hums, pulling you into him and resting his head on top of yours, eyes falling closed momentarily, “Sure, Logan. Eat your food, you’ll feel better.”

Logan just replies with a stab of his fork and you laugh, relaxing against your husband behind you, grateful for the great friend you’ve got in front of you.

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119

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[wintrwinchestr]

an overture of indulgence (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

summary: it's been a long time since you've seen joel, and some things have changed, but a lot has stayed the same. namely, how quickly he can still get you on his knees for him, ready to show him exactly just how much you like what has changed about him.

warnings: 18+, smut, post-outbreak, jackson joel, d/s relationship dynamics, pet names (baby, babygirl, sweetheart, sweet girl, etc), body worship, belly kink, talk of weight gain, belly riding, m/f masturbation, lil bit of humiliation kink, lil bit of edging, reader is an adult but age otherwise unspecified, reader is shorter than joel and has hair long enough to grab, let me know if i missed anything :)

word count: 4.3k

a/n: just fuckin outing myself left and right these days huh. idk what came over me with this one. started this late last night and here it is now. belly enjoyers rise!!!!!!! nice comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoyed <3 you can't kink shame me bc i like getting bullied so now what. also i avoided daddy kink for once in my life please clap. i know i’m spoiling y’all this weekend don’t get used to it.

divider by @saradika

“...Joel?!” you shout, your leisurely walking pace quickly turning into a hurried jog as you leave Tommy behind, making a beeline toward the man you would swear on your life is Joel Miller. A small handful of years ago now, he was kind of your boyfriend, kind of not, kind of something else more complicated and unlabeled, because who can afford to put a label on anything in times like these?

Joel’s head turns in your direction at the sound of his name, and as soon as you spot that crooked scar across the bridge of his nose, you’re certain it’s him.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe it,” you half-cry, throwing your weight into him as you wrap him in a tight embrace. He’s much taller than you, but you still managed to knock him off his balance a little. He envelops your whole body in one of his signature, all-encompassing hugs, and it’s like no time has passed at all.

The two of you had ended whatever it was you had on good terms, no hard feelings or animosity shared between you. It was just hard to maintain any kind of relationship in a world like this, and trying to nurture romance in the Boston QZ was much like trying to grow a rose garden in toxic, radioactive soil. You can put as much care and effort and something like love into it as you have in you, but the circumstances will just never allow it to reach its full potential. The end of your “relationship” was mutual, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Especially when he had disappeared one day without so much as saying goodbye.

When you had stumbled upon Tommy and a group of patrollers in the snowy forest outside Jackson just earlier today, you were alone, tired, and losing hope that this rumored safe haven even existed at all. You had heard crackles through the radio in the QZ about the community, and even though it sounded too good to be true, what else did you have to lose anymore? After months of travel and survival and pain and hunger, you’d never been so happy to meet a bunch of strangers in the woods in your whole life. You didn’t hesitate to get on the back of Tommy’s horse, and let him lead you to the sanctuary they spoke of.

As he was giving you a tour, proudly showing off their electricity, running water, fresh food, and clean houses, you had started to look forward to what the future may bring, for the first time in a long time. You could never have imagined you’d ever run into Joel again, that this is where he had ended up, of all places. And now here the both of you are, bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, breathing in each other’s familiar scents and never wanting to let go again.

Joel is the first to break the embrace, grasping your head in his large hands and frantically searching your face for any sign that he could be dreaming, that fate hasn’t really brought you back together again after all.

“Jesus Christ, it’s really you,” he breathes, and you swear his voice breaks just a little bit as he presses his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes as he does.

When he blinks them open again, he meets Tommy’s gaze, who’s standing quietly a few yards back from where you’re having your sentimental reunion. Tommy gives an understanding nod, and gestures that he’ll be waiting inside the community’s dining hall, gathering that whatever this is happening between his brother and some girl he only just met, he shouldn’t interrupt. Joel is grateful for many things today, one of them being the rekindled bond he has with Tommy, the other being how you somehow miraculously found your way back to him.

Small groups of other Jackson residents follow Tommy into the dining hall shortly afterward, and as the sun begins to set behind the mountains, Joel realizes it must be about time for dinner to be served.

He detaches his lips from your forehead, brushing some of your hair away from your face as he takes you in again. “You poor thing, must be starvin’ I bet,” he wonders aloud, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Kinda always am, just as a rule, but yeah,” you reply, trying to make light of your situation. Though, Joel doesn’t seem to find the humor in it the way you do.

“Long as you stay here, ain’t ever gotta worry about that again, that’s for damn sure.” He runs his tongue across his lips as he finishes his sentence, already knowing that whatever meal they’re serving tonight, it’ll be some of the most delicious food he’s had in a long time. He suspects you’ll feel much the same. “C’mon, let’s get you inside. Get you warm and fed for once in your life.”

–

Your heart, your stomach, your soul, all feel full as you relax into the comfortable couch in the living room of Joel’s cozy home. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you staying in an empty house all by yourself tonight, insisting that if you’d like some company while you settle in, you were more than welcome to his. He had let you spend as long as you wanted to in his shower, and he didn’t mind if there was hardly any warm water left by the time you were done. He sure as hell wasn’t paying the bill, and you deserved to feel truly clean. He can remember clear as day how he felt after his first Jackson shower, like he had stripped off a layer of grime he hadn’t been able to scrub all the way clean in twenty years. He had gone to Maria to get you some clothes and underwear while you were bathing, and set them silently on the sink counter for you to put on whenever you were done.

And now here you sit, feeling full and clean and satisfied and comfortable and safe, watching Joel stoke the logs in his fireplace as it casts the whole room in a honey orange glow. You take a moment to admire him while he isn’t looking, and even in the dim and flickering lighting, you can see he’s just as handsome as he was the last time you saw him. He looks older, with more gray in his longer hair and meat on his bones, the latter trait likely due to years worth of the hearty cooking you both indulged in tonight. He looks… good like this.

“It really is nice to see you again, you know. You look…” you start, not being able to help the way your eyes wander to his soft lower belly, the way it pushes taut against his tucked-in flannel shirt and just barely spills over the edge of his jeans.

He turns his head away from the fire to face you. You’re not very subtle in your staring, and he knows what you’re referring to right away. He huffs a light chuckle, trying to brush off the way he thinks you’re poking fun at him.

“I know, I know,” he acknowledges, placing a hand on his stomach. “Been tryin’ to get Maria to give me some more patrol shifts, see if I can get some of the weight off. But hey, you try havin’ three square meals a day for the first time in twenty some odd years, see what it does to you, huh?” He pivots his attention back to the fireplace, and he seems to turn his body further away from you on purpose, so that you can’t see the round profile of his tummy as much.

“No! No, it, um… It suits you. I was gonna say you look good, actually.” You’re quick in your reply, trying to make it clear that you didn’t mean to offend him, without letting too much on. 

He scoffs. “C’mon, you don’t gotta flatter me, sweetheart. I know I don’t exactly look the way you remember–”

“Joel, will you stop?” you interrupt, your voice laced with exasperation. “I’m being serious. Do I look like I’m making fun of you?”

He cranes his neck to look back at where you’re perched on the couch, and gives you a once over. “Guess not… Look a lil’ like somethin’ else, though, if I'm bein’ honest,” he says with a teasing smirk. And there he is again, the same quick-witted Joel you remember from back in the QZ.

You choose to engage in his banter, just to see where he’s going with it. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

He shrugs, beginning to mindlessly poke at the firewood again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you look like you might like it.”

He’s just kidding around with you, trying to rile you up, you’re sure. But when he gets silence in return instead of the sound of you jumping to defend yourself with another playful jab, he turns to face you once more, and is met with your stunned expression. 

“Oh…” Joel looks down at himself, then back to you again, just in time to catch your eyes flitting from his middle back up to his face. “What, you like ‘em big, sweetheart? ‘S that it?”

The truth is, you do, you always have. It was never a requirement, of course, as the guys you’d been with before Joel all had varying body types. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that your eyes didn’t linger just a bit longer on guys with a little more to them, with wider arms and thicker legs and a softer middle. You’ve never admitted your preference to anyone before, and Joel calling you out on it now has your face running hot, skin feeling prickly as he sees through you like you’re made of glass.

“I-I don’t– I mean, I do, kinda, but not like that… Well, it is like that, I just mean–” You stumble over yourself, fearing you’ve revealed too much, wishing you could rewind the conversation and just tell him it was nice to see him again, plain and simple.

Joel lays the fire poker down on the granite ledge of the fireplace, approaching where you’re sitting and cupping the side of your face with his calloused hand. 

“Sh, sh, stop, baby. ‘S alright if you do, nothin’ to be ashamed of,” he comforts, and it takes all the willpower you have left not to let your eyes drift down to his stomach, so close you could kiss it, if he’d let you.

“It’s just… I missed you. I thought about you all the time, wondered what ever happened to you after you left. Didn’t even know if you were alive until today. I’m just happy to see you… doing so well. To see that you’re healthy, and everything.” You swallow hard, hoping you sound convincing enough that he’ll let this go, forget all about your little admission just now. But of course, Joel is as stubborn as he’s ever been, and he doesn’t plan on releasing you from his trap now that you’re ensnared in it. 

“That’s sweet, baby, ‘s real sweet,” Joel says, softly, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone as he speaks. “Thought about you too, all this time. Practically every day…” He rakes his eyes over you, noticing the way his touch has you starting to melt already, how you’re looking up at him with your wide, needy eyes. “Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me, hm? How much you love seein’ me healthy, as you put it.”

You’re stunned into silence once again, jaw slack and pupils wide as you search his gaze for proof that he’s just messing with you, making fun of you just to watch you squirm. But you don’t find any.

“O-okay,” you agree in a half-whisper.

Joel smiles down at you, satisfied. “All these years later, still just the sweetest thing, ain’t you? You still just as obedient, too?”

You nod without even thinking, words catching up with your instinctual response a second later. “Mhm, yeah, I am…” You had forgotten how easy it is to submit to him, how good it feels to let the hypnotizing tone of his voice carry you somewhere far away from yourself, when you need it the most. Whether it was after a shitty day of working for shittier rations in the QZ, or after a harsh trek in harsher weather to a forested oasis, Joel always knows how to make you feel like submission is your most natural state. 

“Good… Kneel for me please, sweetheart,” he commands, and you obey immediately, his hand slipping from your face as you slide from the couch onto the woven carpet beneath you. Like second nature, your hands automatically fold themselves on your lap, remembering how you were never to touch Joel until he permitted you to. He takes note of this, and praises you accordingly. “Look at that, didn’t even have to ask. Such a good girl.”

He’s so enamored with you, he almost forgets where he was going with this until he watches your eyes flash to the growing bulge in his jeans, then back up to him. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Was thinkin’ you could put that pretty mouth to use on somethin’ different this time, hm?”

You knit your brows together, not sure what he means, but he doesn’t let you wonder for long. Slowly, he starts to unbutton his flannel shirt, starting at the top and working his way down. He tosses it onto the ground, then pulls his undershirt off over his head, adding it to the other discarded clothing. Without the confines of his slightly-too-tight button-up, you can see how much he really has filled out. Everything about his upper body is just a little more plush, with petal pink stretch marks adorning the soft skin in various places. You want to make it your personal mission to kiss each and every one of them, commit their exact coordinates on his body to memory.

There's a deep scar, you notice, to the left of his belly button, that has almost successfully disguised itself as one of those pretty marks. It’s definitely new since you saw him last, and it looks like it hurt, especially with the evidence of how crudely it had been stitched back together.

“What happened?” you wonder aloud, worried eyes glued to the healed injury.

He has to peer over the curve of his belly to see what you’re looking at. “Long story. Happened on my way out here, after I left Boston. Nothin’ for you to worry about, sweet girl, hardly even hurt. Forget it’s even there, most of the time,” he answers, still with a dominant edge to his voice that does a mostly good job of convincing you it’s the truth.

“Can… Can I?” you ask, waiting to receive his permission before you move your hands from your lap. 

“Yeah, baby, go ahead,” Joel allows. 

You reach out a small hand to gently trace over the raised scar, then press your lips to it with your hands splayed out on either side of your head, just barely pressing into his belly. He releases a soft groan, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands, applying the lightest amount of pressure to let you know this is where he wants to keep you. 

“Why don’t you keep goin’, sweetheart? Gimme some more lovin’ like that, know you wanna,” he encourages, and you think you get the idea now, what it is he wanted to put your pretty mouth to use for.

With his explicit permission to continue, you don’t need telling twice. You move your face to hover just in front of his belly button, admiring the dense salt and pepper happy trail that sprouts from where his jeans push into his soft skin. You drag your tongue along the hair, nipping at the soft curve of where it disappears into the divot in his stomach. He makes a noise in response, half pained and half pleasured, but he doesn’t stop you. Just for good measure, you place a kiss to the little blushing mark where your teeth had scraped him.

Almost of their own volition, it seems, your hands begin to knead at his stomach as you make good on your promise to yourself to kiss every single one of his stretch marks. You allow your tongue to dart from your mouth on the last one, and Joel sucks in a breath.

“Oh, fuck. Forgot how good that wet lil’ mouth feels on me, sweetheart. Keep goin’,” he says, voice coming out strained. His fingers curl tightly into your hair, and he begins to maneuver your face around his belly. You lathe your tongue over his skin as he does, slicking him with wet, sloppy kisses. “Yeah, baby, you fuckin’ worship it, show me how much you like me like this.”

It’s a little humiliating, but just enough that you like the feeling. You’re breathing hard and fast, letting out little whimpers as your fluttering cunt begins to soak your underwear. He brings your face to a stop at the most tantalizing part of him, the part that truly evidences how much more he’s allowed himself to indulge since settling in Jackson. The ample curve of flesh that just barely conceals the waistband of his jeans, the part you’ve wanted to get your mouth on since you first saw how it strained the lower buttons of his shirt. You latch onto it, massaging the skin around it as you use your teeth and tongue to suck a mark into him.

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and he curses under his breath. “Like it that much, huh? Fuck, naughty thing, look at you.”

You’re so fucking turned on, you’re shivering, rocking where you kneel and squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of relief. You let one of your hands drift to the hard shape in Joel’s jeans, and it seems he’s enjoying this as much as you are. He spots your pathetic little squirms as you rut against nothing, and then he’s using his grip on your hair to pull you up from the floor.

“Got an idea. Up,” he commands roughly, and you detach your lips from his belly to obey his order. “Get these off, there we go.” He pulls down your sweatpants and underwear, helping you step out of them. “Christ, you’re soaked,” Joel teases, eyeing the sizable wet spot in your panties as he tosses them aside to join the other forgotten clothing. He reaches a hand toward the apex of your thighs, teasing your wet pussy and gathering some of your slick on two of his fingers. You let out a tiny yelp, but let him play with you, and then he’s bringing his fingers in front of his face and examining the sticky strings of your arousal when he spreads them apart. “All this just from lettin’ you worship all this, huh?” he taunts, patting his stomach once for emphasis. “Who’d’ve thought? Not that I’m complainin’...”

He quickly rids himself of his jeans and briefs, then reclines onto the couch with a quiet groan, stretching out his body along the length of it. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking as it bobs against his belly, his precum adding to the dampness still there from your tongue. “Come sit, sweetheart,” Joel says, softly, motioning with both of his hands for you to come closer.

You grip a hand onto the backrest of the couch to balance yourself while you move to straddle him, prepared to sink down onto his length for the first time in way too fucking long. “Uh uh, not there, baby,” he instructs, smirking when he sees how you hesitate in confusion. “Take a seat right here for me.” Again, he pats that most tempting area of his lower belly, and you just about fall apart at the sight of how his flesh ripples in the wake of it.

“Yeah, there you go, good girl,” he praises, both hands gripping your waist as he helps you settle your weight onto his soft abdomen.

“I dunno, don’t wanna hurt you–” you start, but he cuts you off swiftly.

“You won’t, baby. I’m a big man, ain’t I?” he teases, flashing you a devilish and knowing smile. “Go on, sweetheart, ride it.”

You inhale a shuddering breath, then place both of your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up. You start an experimental buck into his belly, and that trail of dark hair tickles your clit so perfectly. It takes a few tries for you to get the positioning and pressure just right, and then you’re truly riding him, using his full stomach to get yourself off while he watches. 

“God, that’s good. Use it, baby. You love me bigger, love that I’ve been eatin’ so good, prove it to me, c’mon,” Joel goads, and it spurs you on to grind against him harder, faster, as incoherent mumbles and curses tumble from your lips.

“Love it, Joel, you look so good, fuck. So fucking–mmh–so big, makes me so… so–”

“I know it does, sweet girl, I know. Makes you fuckin’ soaked is what it does, god damn. You gonna get my belly all messy, hm? Gonna rub your lil’ cunt all over it, get me all fuckin’ wet?”

“Uh huh, yeah, gonna… I’m gonna–” you whine, eyes shutting tight as your hips pick up their pace. You move your hands from his shoulders to place them on his stomach instead, grabbing at handfuls of his tummy in an effort to create something more solid to rub yourself against. 

You’re already embarrassingly close, the humiliating edge to your earlier worship having gotten you most of the way there on its own. So swollen and sensitive it almost hurts, you won’t need much more to reach your high.

“Not without me, you ain’t. Gonna be right there with ya. You remember how we used to do it?” Joel asks, as if you could ever forget. He’s referring to your many late nights, early mornings, in his bed or in a back alley or wherever in the QZ, where he liked to make sure you both finished at the same time. You’d always be the first one to reach the edge, because he’d focus all his attention on getting you there before him, just to make you wait. It was never something punishing, just something he liked to do as an extra bit of control and dominance, and he knew it always made your orgasms that much more powerful and satisfying when he would finally permit you to let go.

With your eyes closed, so focused on your own pleasure, you hadn’t noticed that he had reached behind you to start fisting his cock some time ago. But you can hear it now, the wet schlick of his hand moving up and down his shaft as he works himself. “Hold it for me, sweetheart, I know you can. Keep rubbin’ your pretty pussy against me, jus’ like that, almost there…”

You mewl, screwing your face up as you force yourself to slow down your thrusts, muscles tense as you try to keep your orgasm at bay for as long as you can. 

Thankfully, he must be worked up enough from seeing you fall apart for him so easily for the first time in so long, that his permission comes just a few minutes later.

“Come for me, babygirl, soak my fuckin’ belly, c’mon,” Joel growls, and you fall forward immediately, twitching and spasming and crying out into the soft muscle of his shoulder as you ride out the shuddering shocks of your orgasm. He groans next to your ear as he comes, and you can feel the warm ropes of his own release as some of them land on your lower back. You’re both wet, heaving messes, as you embrace each other for the second time today and work on catching your breath.

So exhausted from the day you had, you must’ve fallen asleep against his chest as you laid there, because then you’re being woken up by the dull scratch of his fingertips against your scalp and his familiar voice working its way through the thick fog that clouds your tired brain. 

“You alright, baby?” he asks, and you can hear that he’s smiling, amused at this sleepy little thing he’s got clinging to him.

“Mhm, jus’ tired,” you answer, a barely-there mumble of a sentence.

“I’ll bet… You wanna get cleaned up? Get all tucked into bed?”

You shake your head against his neck, and he chuckles.

“No? Whatcha wanna do then, hm?”

“Jus’ lay here. Missed you. Don’t wanna let… go…” 

Your sentence drifts off into silence before the temptation of sleep allows you to finish it, but Joel gets the idea. He smiles to himself, kissing the top of your head, and hugs you closer. Both of you are still sticky and damp, but satisfied. And together again. And that’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative.

So he agrees, and you stay like that for the rest of the night. Joel doesn’t worry about whether or not he remembered to set his alarm clock for his extra patrol shift the next morning, or if he’ll even hear it all the way from his bedroom upstairs, because it doesn’t matter anyway. He has you, and you made it very clear tonight just how much you like him exactly the way he is. 

Maybe, your rose garden can finally begin to bloom, now that the pair of you have somewhere safe and comfortable and healthy to try your hand at nurturing it again.

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Ateez and oral sex Part II

Holy Bibly version | Part I

Seonghwa: Oh God, that man. Do I even need to tell you that he lives for your pussy? He loves oral sex, and he is definitely a giver. Of course, Seonghwa will not turn down a blowjob, but damn it, in every situation and at every opportunity, his mouth will end up between your legs. Loud, shameless, and passionate, sex is definitely an art form for him, so it will be fucking hours of endless pleasure, but be prepared for the fact that Seonghwa is not going to be gentle. I know it's common to think that Hwa is a gentle and soft boy, but bunnies, let's face it, he's an Aries; he's got this fiery aggressive side to him, and haven't you seen how he grabs the other members by the neck? So it doesn't matter if he's eating you or you're sucking his dick; it's going to be pretty intense.

Seonghwa, like Wooyoung, loves unbreakable eye contact; he wants to savour every second of your licking and kissing of his dick. His eyes are focused on every little movement of your tongue as you slowly lick the velvety length. He also likes to run his swollen, wet head over your lips, coating them with his pre-cum until they are all shiny and sticky. He moans deep and long as you take more of his dick into your warm mouth. As soon as the head of his dick hits the back of your throat, he begins to fuck you slowly and deeply. His thrusts are always calculated and careful; he doesn't want to hurt you, but sometimes his demonic side awakens and he literally fucks your face until you cry and choke on his dick. Seonghwa loves the feel of your tongue rubbing against the bulging vein on his length every time his cock enters your mouth. Just like San, Hwa loves your sucking and licking of his balls. He may also have a request for you to warm his cock in your mouth. He usually asks you to swallow his cum, but he may also cum on your lips or chest, depending on his mood. Seonghwa doesn't mind kissing you afterwards, just so he can have a taste of his own sperm on your tongue.

Seonghwa is definitely the type of guy who is completely drunk with your pussy. Gifted with a rather long and skilled tongue, Hwa will never miss an opportunity to use it to give you the most vivid sensations. For him, this is a full-fledged sexual encounter, and he does not need to fuck your pussy; it will be enough for him that he can make you come just with his tongue and his fingers several times. The way you fall apart when he is licking your hole or slowly sucking on your clit will give him a euphoric feeling of pleasure. He can slide his tongue between your folds for hours on end and slowly fuck you with his fingers until you are crying out in pleasure. He is 100% a fan of squirting, and when you do it just from oral stimulation, he will be so smug and horny at the same time that he will definitely want to do it again. It doesn't matter for him if you're riding on his face or your legs thrown over his shoulders, you lying on a table with your legs spread wide for him, or he kneeling in front of you; Seonghwa is absolutely happy with any position as long as he can taste you. He loves to fuck you with his tongue, his fingers spreading the delicate folds of your cunt to get better access to your dripping hole as his tongue slides in and out of you. Loud as fuck - moaning, whining, purring and constantly telling you how good you taste and how much he loves pleasuring you with his mouth, when he devours you like the sweetest dessert in the world. Bonus if you pull his hair or push his face even closer to your pussy. You'll cum at least 3–4 times before it gets too much for you or doesn't turn into full-blown sex. Generally, Hwa will be quite happy with just the fact that you've squirted all over his pretty face, but if he does fuck you afterwards, expect him to stick his tongue between your folds again after he cum inside your cunt, this time to clean you of his cum.

Yeosang: I think Yeo is also more on the giving side. For him, oral sex is associated with comfort and relaxation, so whether you're blowing him or he's eating you, it's always going to be leisurely and prolonged. Something that helps the two of you relax, and it will be a very intimate act for both of you. Yeosang can also do without fucking you after you have both cum from the oral sex. He is a lover of beautiful things, so he likes it when you fuck in a certain atmosphere. He is not a fan of quick sex. It's hard for me to say if he would be rude to you; it's more dependent on his mood and needs. But Yeosang can be both very careful and gentle, and he can dominate you harshly, subjugating you to himself and controlling you as he wants.

Beautiful—that's what you should look like when you are licking his dick. Yeosang would also like you to have shiny, sticky lip gloss on your lips to smear all over his hard, thick length as you suck him off. He is somewhere between San and Mingi in this respect. He likes it when you take him deep, swallowing his cock all the way down until the swollen head rests against the back of your throat. And at the same time, he also wants you to pay special attention to the head of his cock, to circle it with your tongue, and to suck it gently. He also wants you to give him a handjob while you're blowing him. The sight of your hand wrapped around his thick cock will drive him mad, and Sangie may even want you to do it with lace gloves on. "God, you look so beautiful." A deep and gentle moan and never-ending praise. This is the kind of guy who will stroke your hair like a kitten while his dick is in your mouth as deep as balls. He would definitely like it if you started to drool. When Yeosang is in the mood to dominate you, he will fuck your mouth in a deep, hard rhythm until you gag. He will growl and roll his eyes in pleasure as he hears the sound of you gurgling and grunting around the thick circumference of his cock. He will also grab hold of your head with both of his hands to hold you in place as he thrusts himself into you. He likes to come on your chest and smear his own cum all over your skin. He will also be fascinated by the sight of the thick, milky liquid as it flows down into the valley between your tits. He may even want to come on your panties as well.

Yeosang is never in a hurry when eating your pussy; he pays great attention to the process - slowly licking and sucking your folds. For him, this is one of the best ways to relax; all he wants to do is please his beautiful girl with some amazing cunnilingus and get rid of any accumulated stress along the way. He licks your clitoris sweetly with the tip of his tongue and makes soft, deep moans and grunts. Clearly, this is the type of guy who can eat you out through your lacy panties while rubbing his nose against you or licking his own cum off you. Yeosang loves lace, and he especially loves it when you are wearing it. Despite his gentle and shy appearance, he has a terribly dirty mouth and is more of a wolf in sheep's clothing than an angel from heaven. "Do you like that, little bitch? The way my tongue fucks your pretty pussy?" "You're such a sweet bunny; squirt on my tongue; let me taste more of  you." "Your pussy is so beautiful; should I take a photo? So that the other boys can enjoy the view too." He looks up at you from his perch between your legs, smiling smugly as his whole mouth is smeared with your juices. Long, sticky strands of your mucus connect his mouth to your cunt. He spreads your plump lips with his thumbs, revealing your pink, tight hole and the way your clit twitches when his hot breath touches that sensitive bundle of nerves. Yeosang loves it when you pull his hair while he sucks on your pussy as if it were a piece of candy. He would also love to fuck you with my tongue while you are in the 69 position and you are warming up his dick in your throat. 100% is going to overstimulate you until you have at least three orgasms.

Hongjoong: Another Dom of pleasure who is ready to worship you for hours on end and to please you with his lips and his tongue. He loves oral sex, perhaps too much; as for Hongjoong, it is an act of power and possessiveness, but even if you cum on his tongue and fingers several times, he will not rest until he has fucked you senseless. The contrast between the way he worships you and the way he fucks you like a whore at the same time will drive you mad. Millions of hickeys and bruises on your thighs, on your chest, on your neck, on your inner thighs, and even on your tender mound—his signature. If Hongjoong had his way, he would burn the marks of his lips into your skin so that every damn guy in the world would know that you were taken. Joong is more of a giver, but he'll want just as much attention and affection from you in return, so be prepared for your throat and jaw to be sore for a couple of days after he's had his way with you.

The sight of you on your knees in front of him, licking and slobbering all over his cock, will drive him mad. His hands will be in your hair, tugging at the strands and occasionally lifting your face so that you can look into his eyes as your lips stretch around the red, swollen head of his cock. As your tongue slides along his slit, picking up the drops of pre-cum that have been released, he moans loudly and growls. Absolutely shameless. Hongjoong is definitely the kind of guy who will tell you how good you are making him feel and how much he loves your hot and wet mouth. "That's it, princess; go deeper. Show me how much you want my cock." "You are such an obedient little girl; Daddy is so proud of you." "I want to see how you choke on my dick while I fuck you down your throat." In spite of his tough exterior, Hongjoong is actually quite sensitive, and the way your tongue licks the base of his cock and the balls of his dick will literally make him see the stars. On certain days, Joong may ask you to keep his dick warm in your mouth while he works. He is also aware of your oral fixation and will be more than happy to satisfy your desperate need to keep something in your mouth by letting you suck on the head of his cock as if it were a lollipop. In 8 out of 10 cases, he'll come on your face, enjoying watching his thick, warm cum run down your cheeks, stick at your eyelashes, and glisten on your pretty lips. For him, this is an act of power, a reaffirmation that you are completely his property. In fact, Hongjoong may even forbid you to wash your face while he fucks you to the point of unconsciousness.

A totally dirty and selfless eater—sucking, kissing, licking, fucking you with his tongue and his fingers—all of it mixed with loud moans, satisfied grunts, and an endless stream of depraved words. "Look how you flow for me, Princess. Daddy loves it so fucking much." "You have such a beautiful pussy. And it's all mine." "Come on, angel, cum on my tongue." Fucking intense eye contact, he keeps his eyes on you as his tongue licks up the juices that are leaking out of you. He left hickeys and scratched your inner thighs. Lapping up your slime like it's the sweetest thing in the world, Hongjoong just can't get enough of you. He'll lick you for hours, and bunnies, we all know how skilled his tongue is, so each of your orgasms will be more powerful than the last. You will be 100% squirting. As he literally buries himself in your pussy, plunging his tongue deep into your hole and rubbing your clit with his nose, his whole face will be wet with your juices. His tongue will lick your silky walls until you are crying and writhing in agony. His beautiful lips will wrap around your clit as he scratches your thighs, leaving rough red stripes on your skin. He will blow on your wet folds to see you shudder as the cold air comes into contact with your sensitive pussy. He desperately wants you to ride on his face as you pull on his hair and use him like a fucking toy. He will need you to come at least five times before he really starts to fuck your brains out.

Jongho: I have the feeling that Jongho is more classic in a way. He prefers to have actual penetrative sex rather than oral sex, and for him, it's all just a prelude. Of course, he likes to feel your warm mouth on his dick, and he doesn't mind eating you. But for him, it won't be something super intense and long-lasting, unlike Seonghwa, Mingi, or Wooyoung. Jongho also likes to get sucked off more than he likes to eat you. Most of the time, it will be you who will be on your knees in front of him with your tongue obediently out of your mouth.

He's definitely one of those who likes it when you're leading. It will only turn him on even more if you get down on your knees in front of him without saying a word to him or begging. "Such a good girl," he will say as he strokes your hair and looks down at you. Jongho would also love it if you would rub your face against his clothed cock before you wrap your lips around the thick, hot length of it. He'll hold your head with both hands as he fucks you in the mouth, enjoying your grunting and moaning as you gasp on his dick. Definitely a fan of the face fuck. It can be slower or faster depending on his mood, but either option is quite messy. He loves it when he pulls his dick out of your mouth to see the drool running down your chin and neck mixed with his pre-cum. "I love how fucked you already look; you're such a beautiful baby." Take a deep breath and hiss as you run your tongue along the length of his dick, paying special attention to the swollen, pulsating vein. Jongho loves it when you take him deep into your throat so he can see his cock bulging on your neck. In 10 out of 10 cases, he will rub it with his thumb. "That's right, baby. You're doing so well. Good girl." Feeling the walls of your throat contract around the thick girth of his cock will almost make him cum. But Jongho is the kind of guy who prefers to cum inside your little cunt so he can enjoy the sight of his thick cum pouring out of you.

Jongho prefers fingering to eating pussy, but if you ask him or if he's in the mood for it, he'll never refuse to put his mouth on your wet, plump cunt. Before he starts to lick you out, he is going to stretch you out with his fingers. First,he will slowly rub your clit until your hole begins to flow like a waterfall, then he will slide his fingers between your folds, smearing your juices over them until they are sticky and shiny. Then he will circle the edge of your quivering rim several times until he inserts two fingers deep and calculatedly fucks you. He would definitely like to eat you from behind so that he can also knead and spank your ass while his tongue slides all over your cunt. He is going to leave red marks on your skin from his hands. He'll pay special attention to your clit, sucking on it and stimulating it with his tongue until you're squealing and writhing in his strong grip. 100% of the ttime, itwill leave bruises on your thighs. As this is more of a warm-up for Jongho before the actual sex, he won't be aiming to make you come on his tongue, but he will definitely keep you aroused and bring you to orgasm several times before pulling back. There is also a good chance that he will have slapped your pussy a couple of times, just to get more fluid out of your needy hole. He will definitely be sucking on your labia while he is fingering you. Like I said, he wants to cum in your cunt. I can definitely see him smearing his cum all over your folds after he has completely fucked your brains out.

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[dr3c0mix]

Sweet Hero Of Mine

Yandere! Antihero x GN! Hero! Reader

im back little stinkers <333

CW: Stalking, Creep behavior, Suggestive talk about reader, slight masochism

🪲 Elias was never into the whole Superhero thing.

🪲 He hated the constant swarming of reporters and fans screaming for his attention. He didn't want to be treated like a celebrity; he just wants to fight crime where people refuse to help.

🪲 That's why he avoided ever displaying himself like that. He preferred to stay in the shadows and kept his deeds out of the picture, but there are always rats scurrying around ready for another big scoop.

🪲 He could only scoff amusingly as he sees his little escapade last night being reported on tv with a blurry photo of him on the rooftops with the words "Mysterious Vigilante Strikes Again!"

🪲 He can admit, seeing them being so absorbed in what he does is pretty entertaining, he can feel his ego go up a bit.

🪲 Soon enough he gets tired of the incessant yap of interviewees talking about him and reaches for the remote.

🪲 His body freezes though when the reporter mentions some 'new hero' and he turns back to the TV.

🪲 His eyes are blessed with the cutest sight of a person dressed in a hero outfit with a logo on their chest. Their warm smile seems to radiate happiness as they talk to the reporter. Is this the new hero they've been talking about recently?

🪲 They ask for their opinion on the vigilante situation and he almost melts over their soft voice.

🪲 "I believe this guy has good intentions. Which is great and all but if it's endangering people and their properties, I think it's time they think about how running around and punching people in a suit isn't being heroic, it's being obnoxious!"

🪲 There goes his ego..

🪲 And perhaps his clean pants..

🪲 He starts researching all about this new hero. Who do they think they are?! This little brat has to be taught a lesson!

🪲 He stalks your social media, every fan account, every news atricl about your deeds, everything.

🪲 For for blackmail of course! Maybe he can find some dirt on you..in this fan account that makes thirst edits of you..

🪲 Soon enough he starts tracking you and your appearances. Every fight with a villain or any burning building with people that need saving, he's there with a high-grade camera that can snap all the rips and tears in your suit...for blackmail!

🪲 He's real happy that he wore a trench coat to your most recent battle or else everyone would have probably seen his growing boner whenever you throw a punch that connected to your opponent.

🪲 He's combing through the photos he took of you and shivers over your sweaty form and aggressive face.

🪲 He imagines meeting you, perhaps having a battle of his own, being pinned down by you, having your arms grappling and squeezing on his body. Perhaps you'd even say something degrading to him with that sweet voice of yours..

🪲 So that's what he does.

🪲 You were doing some last-minute night patrols after a long day of crime fighting and interviews when you hear a deep gravelly voice behind you.

🪲 "Hey there hero~"

🪲 You look back and see a large muscular man in a suit that looked like the armor of some insect.

🪲 "Huh, didn't expect to meet you here vigilante!" I joke.

🪲 "Oh please, call me Beetle~" He smirks as he walks closer to you. God you're even cuter in person..

🪲 "Well, Beetle, you are aware that you're kinda sorta wanted for a lotta stuff right?"

🪲 "Is it worse than the shit those pieces of scum done? Unlike youre pretty little ass I'm actually gettin bad guys off the streets.~" He teases, putting a hand on the wall and leaning close to your face. He's trying not to swoon over your stern face.

🪲 "Unlike you, I'm keeping people safe! Although I do commend your...unique sense of justice.."

🪲 *internal squealing*

🪲 He's a little surprised that you're so nice, unlike some other douchey heroes he knows.

🪲 He lets out a chuckle "That's new..Thanks goody-two-shoes.."

🪲 You give him a teasing face "Hey I'm not that much of an angel!"

🪲 "Oh~? Well o me you are, sweet hero of mine~"

🪲 You two become quick friends, even having missions together.

🪲 His obsession got worse from there.

🪲 Riding in your superhero vehicle, he rarely looks anywhere but at you driving, explaining to him the mission that he barely cares about other than the fact that it's an excuse to be with you.

🪲 Every time you take his hand to lead him somewhere, he makes sure to burn the feeling into his mind. Oftentimes he's the one doing whatever it takes to have physical contact with you, but it's way better whenever you initiate it.

🪲 You love taking pictures together. Of course he never smiles when you take one but when he's back at home, he's staring at it with the biggest, goofiest grin.

🪲 He loves taking pictures too, only he prefers ones with you and you alone. Sometimes it would be things you like so he wouldn't forget.

🪲 You blush, flattered over him remembering your favorite drink.

🪲 He'd memorize anything you say and put it in a top secret file named "My Love"

🪲 Oh my god please degrade him jokingly.

🪲 Bully him, push him around, be playfully rough with him!! Sure it's all in good fun but he's feeding his guilty pleasure whenever you treat him like shit while also being so sweet to him.

🪲 Pull him down suddenly by his suit's collar whenever you want to whisper something to him or show him something, he loves it. Although be warned, he might moan a little..

🪲 He's crazy for you, insane even, bonkers almost!!

🪲 He comes home seeing you in a superhero gala at one of the fanciest buildings in the city.

🪲 The bone-breaking grip on his beer bottle almost cracks the bottle when he sees you being accompanied by some other hero.

🪲 They're being all close with you and making you laugh, he can feel his jealousy rise within his body at the sight of your adorable smile, one that wasn't because of his jokes, his company!

🪲 Maybe it's about time he gives this superhero thing a try..

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere x gn reader #oc yandere #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x male reader #tw yandere #x reader #yandere writing #soft yandere #werewolf x reader #fem reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #x female reader #male reader #hero x reader #hero x superhero #anti hero #anti hero oc

[highpri3stess]

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

chapter summary: you knew better than to trust mikey and izana. yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

word count: 22.8k

Chapter warning: Dark CONTENT, 18+, NONCON, SMUT, threesome (mfm), implied character x character sex, violence, heavy angst, mention of sex work, illegal prostitution, choking (not reader), bullying, gaslighting, guilt tripping, peer pressure, use of alcohol and drugs, drugging, r*pe fantasy, implied orgies, implied cheating, torture, dry humping, reader gets slapped in the face, light bondage, deepthroating/throatfucking, fingering (vaginal & anal) f. receiveing, spanking, virginity loss, double penetration, anal sex, unprotected sex, sadism, slut shaming, degradation, dehumanisation, rough sex, overstimulation, mind break, mild breeding kink, facial, emotional incest

masterlist||chapter 4||chapter 6

KAKUCHO knew what kind of man his friend was.

Spending practically all his life at the orphanage, and then moving to the Sano household when Izana got adopted, Kakucho knew Izana like the back of his hand. His friend was kind to him when they first met, a little bit tactless but regardless he was a good person. He never left Kakucho behind, always taking him wherever he went no matter the pushback and specifically protecting him in the dangerous gang culture. Izana gave him a life and a future when Kakucho thought his life was over.

When all Kakucho’s relatives abandoned and forgot him in that wretched orphanage, Izana was a guiding light, stretching out his hand to rescue him and protecting his friends as best as he could. There was no doubt that Izana loved his friends, putting them out there and rescuing them whenever something went wrong.

Izana was the kindest person he’s met. Izana was his best friend and he will forever be loyal to him. But Izana was not a good man.

Kakucho knows his best friend grew up in an environment without agency, having to hide whenever his mother’s clients would come to their house. Izana had once told him that one of the returning clients had told a little Emma who had stumbled out to get food. ‘I’ll come for you when you’re older’ and it caused him to fly into a fit of rage, attacking the man who ultimately beat him up. The singular action got him sent to an orphanage while Emma was dropped off at the Sano household before their mother disappeared from their lives, never to be seen again. In the orphanage, it was the kids, the older boys who picked on Izana and pushed him, subjecting him to more abuse as he always got ganged up by all of them, especially when Shinichiro came to visit them.

Eventually Kakucho watched in real time as Izana’s ideology began to formulate. With Shinichiro’s position as the leader of a growing gang and the constant bullying and Isolation, it became apparent that the only way not to be thrown around, the only way not to be discarded or left behind was control.

And for Izana, control is best enforced by violence. He learnt that the hard way when Izana finally fought back against his bullies and won, leaving them nearly in a state of stasis. Each piling bodies upon bodies as they moved up the ranks. Izana had lost before and had been at the bottom, but never again; if he had to be brutal to never be a victim again, then so be it.

The world was under Izana’s feet; there was no man on earth and no god in heaven that could stand against him.

Not even you.

You’ve done nothing wrong, really, at least not of your own volition, but your mere presence has put a strain on everything Izana knows and understands. For the first time in his life, Shinichiro isn’t automatically on Izana’s side and was threatening his brother over an outsider.

Over you of all people.

Izana does not take that kind of insult lying down. There’s a certain order of things, everything is perfectly stacked up in Izana’s head, family first, business second and friends last. No matter how bad things got, he could count on Shinichiro and Emma to support him, even when he was wrong. It was the same order Mikey followed, it was the norm.

But you put an end to that. There’s no dynamic anymore. Kakucho watched it crumble the moment Mikey called Izana a bastard child and stormed out of the meeting all because Izana hadn’t told him that you slept with Shinichiro.

His eyes are blown wide and bloodshot, fists tightened in his grip as he stands there, unmoving, in shock of his brother’s heartless words. His body trembled with pure rage, terrifying the hell out of everyone left in the room.

Kakucho has never seen Izana break down this badly over one person before. Not even in the toughest of situations has ever had the white haired male this stressed. He’s so used to seeing his King so composed, manipulative and wise that he forgot that Izana is a human being with fears.

And he is watching his fear come to fruition right before his very eyes.

“I knew it was a bad idea to tell him. If only someone could shut the fuck up.”

Kakucho followed Kisaki’s irritated gaze to the pinkette who was sitting beside him, filing her nails without a care in the world, the culprit behind everything going to shit as if her own business in selling drugs and her secret prostitution ring wasn't also at stake.

Kawaragi Senju.

“He was going to find out anyways and it’s not like she’s dating anyone.” she defended herself, blowing on the shavings from her fingers. “And how is he acting so shocked anyways? What did you guys think would happen after calling her a whore? You practically manifested it into existence.”

Kakucho looked helplessly at his friend who stood there, unmoving. He was sure everything else was white noise to his ears, Mikey’s words playing over and over again in his head. 

Kisaki narrowed his eyes at Senju’s words, scoffing. “Again with your pseudoscience bullshit-”

“It’s called SPIRITUALITY and it WORKS” she snapped back at him, pointing directly at him with her file. “You clearly need it, maybe all your attempts to break up Hanagaki and Hinata will finally work.”

The blonde haired man burned red with fury, turning his head swiftly to face the pink haired girl. “Oh really? So if it works then why don’t you manifest as Mikey’s girlfriend instead of his booty call.”

“Ugh as if I want to DATE him.” Senju grimaced at the thought. “He’s a good fuck and that’s it. I’m not dealing with his emotional baggage. But since we want to talk about my sex life, let’s talk about how yours is nonexistent.”

“Screw you Kawaragi.”

“I bet you’d like that, virgin.”

Kisaki opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out, color dusting his cheeks. Eventually he takes a deep breath and turns around to face Izana, who was still standing there, frozen in time and attempting to talk sense into him.

“Look, Izana, I know things are looking complicated in your family right now, but you have a lot of things to focus on now. Our business-”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your business” Izana says in a flat tone, his voice shaking with so much pain and hurt. It was obvious that not even Kisaki could tiptoe around Izana’s family to get through to him. And granted, Izana loved his siblings more than any money in the world, something Kisaki couldn’t understand. “There IS no business if Mikey isn’t on my goddamn side.”

“He kinda has a point.” Senju affirmed, back to filing her nails again, trying to remain unbothered and rational. “There’s an order of things that should be maintained and if we ignore (name)’s influence, we’re going to be digging our own grave.”

“And you have an idea?” A frustrated Kisaki roared, upset at how messy everything had become. For fucks sake this was supposed to be an in and out meeting, not a soap opera and clearly not with his investors fucking up. “Did the universe air drop it to you or something, Brahman’s princess?”

Irritated at Kisaki’s constant taunts, Senju put down her nail file and pushed her body off the chair. The next thing everyone knew, she had slammed her fist square to his jaw, knocking him off the sofa and onto the floor. Kakucho quickly got up and put himself between the two of them, preventing Senju from beating up Kisaki even further. Izana only watches, his face devoid of any emotions, observing what will happen next.

“Senju please calm down-” he started, just as Kisaki dragged himself off the floor, picking up his glasses and massaging his jaw.

“Bitch”

“Kisaki, shut up, she’ll fucking kill you-”

Senju shoved Kakucho aside and made quick work of jumping on the younger man, her fists throwing punch after punch, each one destroying his glasses, his nose, his lips, his jaw. Kisaki does nothing to stop her, only attempting to shove her off and failing.

“Senju, st-”

Kakucho paused in his tracks as Izana held up his hand, silently telling him to leave her alone, probably as punishment for talking about ignoring his family. They watch her brutally destroy Kisaki, until her fists were tired, and he was a bloody mess on the floor. She finally relaxed, hands at her sides, like a weight had been rolled off her and Kisaki laid there, half conscious as moans of pain escaped his lips.

Surprisingly, the tension in the room had disapatated, leaving only a tepid awkwardness lying in the air.  “You done Senju?” Izana asked and she nodded in response. There’s a beat of silence hanging in the air, as the white haired man looked from her, to Kisaki on the floor, and then to Kakucho, before uttering a calm. “Get out” to all of them

Senju opened her mouth to protest, but quickly shut it the moment she saw the blood lust in Izana’s eyes and dragged herself quickly towards the stairs. Kisaki pulled his own body off the floor, not wanting to be around Izana and longer, leaning onto Kakucho for support as they walked out of the meeting room.

All three cringed at the sound of Izana's fist breaking the drywall, before a loud “That bitch is dead” rips out of his throat to the rest of the frat house.

  NO ONE ever tells you about the guilt of keeping secrets from your one and only true friend.

The guilt eats you alive daily, soaking into your very core as you look at Emma from the corner of your eyes, jotting down anything the lecturer says eagerly. Her blond hair is in a neat ponytail, exposing the beautiful slope of her neck from behind you, her back curved from leaning down to take notes. You barely could focus on the lesson as you contemplated confessing what happened between you and her brother that night in his bedroom. 

Emma had happily taken you to her home to relax and it took you barely a week to spread your legs for her brother. You haven’t been able to look at yourself in the mirror the moment you returned back to school, mulling over the consequences of your actions. You never considered how she would feel when your back touched the bed, still clouded by the twisted fairytale as Shinichiro explored your body in his grasp.

You already know she was disgusted by Takeomi sleeping with Senju’s friend, how much more her brother?

Guilty conscience made you return the money Shinichiro had generously given you, stating you didn’t need that amount of money to remain silent on what you saw. Although Shinichiro made you keep some of it, he was very angry that you assumed he gave it to you because he wants to keep you quiet and not because he likes you.

You hadn’t contacted him since then, the shame of your actions weighing down on you. You wanted to badly apologize for assuming his intentions toward you too but the thought of furthering a relationship with him behind Emma’s back haunted you.

You don’t want to cause a rift in any of her relationships again. It’s best Shinichiro stays mad at you.

Another person you haven’t considered in a while is Manjiro.

You haven’t gotten any message from him since you returned. If he knew anything about what happened, he hadn’t shown it. He doesn’t speak to you as much, just merely looks at you as he talks to Emma, but that’s it.

It bothers you a lot. You have half the mind to ask him if he knows, but the consequences of that singular action might be too much for you to bear.

You thought that Izana would have run with this knowledge by now, telling Manjiro and Emma that you were a double timing skank that only wants the highest bidder. But even he seems to have been quiet, which is quite shocking to you.

Izana doesn’t do anything for no reason. Maybe he’s waiting for the right time to strike.

“... and that is the end of today’s lesson. You can all leave now.”

You’re snapped out of your self-inflicted guilt trip at the sound of professor Hanabi concluding his lesson. Panic overtook you as you looked down into your notes only to see that it was half written when you were paying attention from the beginning to mid-way in the lesson, and the rest of your paper was empty, from when you stopped.

Of all the lessons to miss, this was the worst one yet.

“You spaced out again babes?”

Your hand flies to slam your book shut at the sound of Emma’s voice from beside you, Hinata following not too behind, embarrassed at the two of them catching you red handed. She only chuckled in response at your hasty actions, shaking her head in a false disapproval before putting her hand on your shoulder. “There’s no need to do that, come on. We just wanna help.” 

You slid your hands over your face at being caught red-handed; As usual, Emma is being so kind to you even as you continue to lie and keep secrets from her. She’s tried everything to get you to open up as to why you keep spacing out, but you deflect and change the subject.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you sighed out, deflating visibly with your hands still covering your face. “Some days are good, and some days are just…”

‘full of reminders that I’m sleeping with your brothers behind your back.’

Another comforting hand rests on your shoulder, this time belonging to Hina, her eyes calm. “You’ve got to stop getting all up in your head, (Name).” Her voice is gentle, trying to ease you off whatever tension looming over your head. “Come on, let’s get you Boba in the school’s cafeteria. We can talk about what is bothering you there.”

You nodded weakly and packed your books into your worn out school bag, before hurriedly following them behind along with the last of your classmates.

The walk to the cafeteria is a short distance, as your departmental building was very close to it and soon, the three of you had gotten your boba drinks, now in search of a place to sit. “Senju and Yuzuha are around here,” Emma said, scanning around to try and find them in a throng of people.

“They kept a space for the three of us- oh there they are.

A pink haired girl, Senju, eagerly waved at you three from her table, with Yuzuha glued to her phone, not looking up from it and Emma waved back, before grabbing your arm and gently pulling you with her towards the table, Hinata following not too far behind.

Senju Akashi was the leader of the sorority group Brahman and also, Emma’s childhood friend. From Emma’s point of view, Senju was closer to Mikey than her, always opting to play with the boys, Keisuke and Sanzu, rather than Emma. Eventually, she grew into the tomboyish phase in her teenage years and hasn’t left it since then, only now she’s more willing to let Emma fix acrylic nails for her and she puts on makeup, probably to cement her status as a sorority leader.

Yuzuha was someone you knew as a child. You both attended confirmation classes together, along with Hakkai and then shared dance classes together until your father eventually pulled you out. She was just a few years older than you in school, not to mention very popular with the student body as she was a mixture of beauty, brains and brawn and a little nice to you.

Now, she’s the financial advisor in the Brahman’s sorority and head of the cheer squad. You think with how analytical her mind was, it suits her.

As you sat down on the chair, facing Yuzuha and Senju, with Emma and Hinata by your side, you realized how small and insignificant you were compared to them. Emma was the wealthy IT girl and her brothers practically have a tight leash on the school, Hinata ran the school’s newspaper and was on the dean's list regularly, Senju was the leader of the most popular sorority and Yuzuha was the financial advisor and also always on the dean's list, as well as the leader of the university’s cheer team.

And you? You were an unknown person who was just comfortable blending in with the crowd and working part time jobs.

Feeling even worse, you shrank in your seat, swirling your straw as they have a full on conversation about another upcoming party, their chatter excitedly echoing through the table. You try to tune them out, occasionally looking at Emma as she talks animatedly about whatever the topic was. Your heart twinged with jealousy at how her eyes lit up as she spoke, breaking into fits of giggles every now and then. When was the last time you made her laugh? Or happy? All you do these days is sit and mope, being a downer and getting her worried-

“Were you invited, (name)?”

Huh?

You’re roused out of your thoughts by Senju’s cheery tone, all eyes on you now. Suddenly conscious at your slouched sitting position, you quickly sit up, the question tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Um, invited to what?”

The entire table raised a quizzical brow at your question and you felt stupid for even asking in the first place instead of just pretending to know what they were talking about. Emma shoots you an annoyed ‘seriously, again?’ look, in lieu of your absent mindedness and you bit the inner parts of your cheek, looking at your lap.

You have a feeling Emma is getting exhausted of your constant spacing out. You can’t blame her.

Deciding to take pity on you, Senju reiterated what she was talking about, leaning closer to you as she whispered. “Tenjiku’s Bacchanalia. It’s where all the popular kids, the creme la creme, come to party every year to network and just chill. It’s really exclusive and the four of us went last time.” she giggled, as if it was an inside joke you were supposed to be in on. “Izana usually handles the invitations personally, so you had to have been invited, right?”

The question itself was like a slap to your face and an ego boost to your insecurities. If you didn’t feel embarrassed and out of place before, you sure did now.

An important party where the rich kids hang out and the person who hosts it hates your guts.

“I wasn’t…invited. I didn’t even know about it”

Your reply makes Senju’s face crumple slightly, her green eyes darting from you to Emma, who also looked uncomfortable. “Oh” she uttered.

Just as Emma opened her mouth to speak, her phone started buzzing, interrupting her. She picked up the device and cursed underneath her breath as soon as she saw who was on the line, hurriedly standing up. “I’ve got to take this, I’ll be right back.” She mumbled, reaching for your hand squeezing it. Your gaze lingered on her as she walked away, before looking back at the group again.

You catch a glimpse of Yuzuha’s eyes sharpening before looking back at your boba the moment Emma was out of range, causing a chill to run down your spine, as if the atmosphere just shifted.

‘It’s probably all in my head.’

The table is silent, briefly and you’re almost relieved that nobody's prying further information from you until Senju switches her attention to you, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she prods you further. 

“So you really weren’t invited? For real?” She hummed, her perfectly glossed lips shimmering underneath the fluorescent light above her, pink lashes fluttering. You shook your head in response, afraid you would stutter at how pretty she was. She placed a hand on her chin curiously as she added. “I thought since you were Em’s friend, you would be invited.”

“The Bacchanalia is only for people who have something important about them, either in talents like Mitsuya with his designer, business like Tetta or connections, like Hajime. What does (name) have that is important really?”

You nearly had a whiplash with how fast you turned your head to look at Yuzuha, who didn’t look bothered at your reaction.

 “Maybe I wasn’t invited because Izana hates me.” You replied in an attempt to stay coolheaded. This was probably a misunderstanding and she didn’t really mean it in the way you’re taking it, after all, Yuzuha always had a sarcastic sense of humor back when you were younger and it might still be the same now. “We don’t have a good relationship and it’s fine.”

Your heart palpitates as Yuzuha shares a knowing look with the rest of the girls for a hot, tense minute before bursting out in laughter, their yelps echoing throughout the entire canteen for the next three minutes, making grow hot from embarrassment, as if you had said something stupid.

As the laughter died down, Yuzuha rolled her eyes at you and let out a disgusted scoff as she folded her arms across her chest, peach lip gloss coated lips quirked up into a sinister sneer. “You know what, maybe you are good at something, acting…” Her voice is full of venom, like she has been holding back whatever sentiment she was saying right now for a long time. “ ...like a victim.”

You quickly realized that this was serious and your heart dropped in your stomach.

“What are you talking about?”

“Fooling Takashi that you are some kind of good girl only to let Mikey treat you like the common whore he says you are.”

You felt blood rushing to your head as her words settled in your mind. You could feel all their eyes on you, as if they were gauging your reaction. There was no form of confusion in their eyes, as if they knew exactly what Yuzuha was talking about.

But that’s not feasible. You never told a soul what happened. Not even Yuzuha. They couldn’t possibly know what you had done at all-

You looked at Hinata, hoping to God she would shut it down but instead she only sits back even further, legs crossed over each other. “You know he has a soft heart for innocent looking girls” She chimed in. “It’s not his fault this one is not a good girl.”

Your heart sank at the bottom of your chest. They knew. All this while you have been keeping so many secrets, letting them plague you and eat you alive, driving you crazy every night. Just for people to know about it.

Everyone except Emma.

“Oh please, spare me” Yuzuha snarked back, leaning in further until she was close enough for only you three to hear. “Ever since Emma became friends with her and brought her into our dynamic, she is the cause of every fight for the past nine months we’ve known her.”

Your mouth grows dry at the comment. Nine months? The incident at the party was only three months ago, and you’ve only known Emma’s entire friend group properly since the middle of summer semester.

Was it Emma spending so much time with you that caused the rift? Your mere presence has been the subject of anger and rage and you didn’t even know. Was that why nobody wanted to talk to you or go against either Mikey or Izana?

Yuzuha doesn’t stop there, turning her gaze back to you, the fire burning in her eyes so bright, it hurts. “Maybe Emma has you fooled, putting on rose tinted glasses for you; because you could never do shit for yourself- but none of us…” Yuzuha gestures with her hand at Senju and Hina, to drive her point, “Like you.”

You look at the other two girls and nearly reel in shock at how their demeanor shifted from one of worry, to one of nonchalance and placidity. Senju picks at her nails, looking at you with a devious smirk. “What the hell do you expect? You do realize that Mikey and Izana are having problems because of you. That’s not exactly likable, is it?”

Hinata, picks up her pumpkin spice latte, mumbling at Yuzuha. “You better hurry up Yuzu, Emma’s coming back soon.” before sipping the drink and leaning back on her chair, rolling her eyes at your shocked expression. “I don’t want to deal with her being mad at me for making her precious (name) cry. It was embarrassing enough to be yelled at because I didn’t want to help her write a stupid test.”

A lump forms in your throat at the two comments made. Oh God. This wasn’t a dream, and Hinata was in on it, someone you were beginning to like and trust, hated you.

The nicest person in the group hated you.

How bad were you that the nicest girl in the entire school hates you?

“See?” Yuzuha continued, whispering furiously as she inched closer and closer to your face. “We’re all sick of you driving a wedge between Emma and the rest of us. If you had just stayed in your own lane and never spoken to Emma, then we wouldn’t be doing fucking damage control on our interpersonal relationships each week.”

You sit there, speechless as Yuzuha tears into you, blaming you. For things you know, for things you didn’t even know. “I fucking warned Takashi that you were nothing but trouble but he chose to believe you and stand against Mikey. And what did you do in return? Fuck Mikey and gave him your cute little underwear as a souvenir.”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth agape as you stuttered, trying to defend yourself. “I didn’t… that’s not what happened.” you stuttered out, your heart leaping in your chest. You never gave Manjiro Sano anything, not to talk of underwear and unless he stole it from you…

‘My flowered panties.’ Your eyes widened in horror. ‘Ever since that day I couldn’t find it, how-’

Oh God.

Bile filled your throat as you put two and two together.

She laughed at your shocked expression, her lips curled up into a mocking smile. “Aw, are you going to cry? Like how you cried to Emma about your grades and she let you stay in her house. Only for you repay her by you fucking her oldest brother too.” Her smile drops as she lowers her voice coldly. How does she even know all this? “It’s obvious what you’re doing, isn't it? Sinking your dirty little poverty ridden claws into the highest bidder.”

You could feel the entire canteen drilling holes into your head, all eyes fixated on you. You can hear the little murmurs and snickers following it, words like “gold digger” and “opportunist flying over your head, aimed at you. Your face burns with embarrassment, wishing that the ground would swallow you whole.

Yuzuha leans further, smirking at how your body shook with anger until she lowered herself closer to your ear, lips merely brushing the shell. “You’ve made dangerous enemies (name).” her tone is warning. “Mikey and Izana don’t like being second place in anyone’s life and we all are on their side. I’d watch my back if I were you.”

Your blood turns to ice at her words, heart dropping down to your stomach as you realize that everyone knows. The entire friend group has an idea of what exactly both the Sano brothers have been doing to you and no one has bothered to say anything because they truly hate you.

You feel nauseous. You want to get up from the chair and hurl your guts out in the bathroom but a manicured hand forces you to stay put, her orange eyes glaring at you. “Don’t even think about it.” Hina hisses at you. “You want to worry Emma further and make us look bad? Sit down.”

You don’t say anything, opting to comply instead in order to placate them. What good would storming off do anyways, other than make them look bad and get Emma very angry at them, proving their point that you were a problem?

Instead, you pick up your boba with shaking hands and sip it fast, washing down the bile gathering up in your throat as familiar footsteps approach your table, the switch flipping in the atmosphere, as if nothing had happened in the first place.

The chair scrapes the floor and Emma sits down again, tossing her phone on the table. “Guess who didn’t write a letter informing the school about the annual party this year?” her voice dripping with sarcasm, rubbing her temple with one hand to soothe her headache “And guess who has to do it for him?”

Senju chuckled at her plight, hand resting on her chin playfully, a stark contrast to her mocking stare just a few moments ago. “I told you that he’d forget about it. Izana is too busy fucking my girls to remember that he’s the one hosting the party.”

Emma grimaced at Senju’s comment, before checking the time and sighing. “Might as well write the damn letter after the next lecture. Come on (name), Hina let’s go.” She said, packing her stuff. You follow suit, trying to ignore Yuzuha’s gaze fixated on you as you arrange your bag and get up from the chair, eager to be free from the uncomfortable situation you found yourself in.

“Bye guys. We’ll meet up at the Boutique after school? We still need cute bikini sets for the pool at the party.”

You swallow your jealousy as Emma smiles at her back, eyes gleaming with interest. “Of course! At 6pm sharp I’ll be at the Sorority house with Hina.” She waved at them. “Bye!”

You don’t say anything about feeling excluded from the conversation as the three of you walk away. Emma and Hinata’s excited chatter about the Bacchanalia became nothing but background noise to you, Yuzuha’s words ringing in your ears with each step you took.

“Hey, (name), are you alright?”

You don’t look at Emma as she questions you, just shrugging your shoulders while you keep walking down the path to class. She walked closer to you, gently putting her arm around your shoulder as she tried to make you feel better. “Hey, don’t be sad. That kind of party isn’t your scene anyways.” She comforted. “We do a lot of stuff that you’re not ready for.”

“Mhm”

Your response dampens her mood a bit, but at this point you’re too far in your head to care. It sounds patronizing at this point how she’s talking to you, like a petulant child who doesn’t understand when they are not wanted.

You understand loud and clear. She doesn’t need to pretend or pity you.

“Come on! You know what, how about this? You can come shopping with us -”

“Excuse me.”

You push her arm off you gently and walk faster towards the departmental building, much to her shock. You don’t answer her constantly yelling your name as hot tears streamed down your face, storming into the building with gritted teeth, bile rising up in your throat once again as you rush to the bathroom on the ground floor.

You make it just in time as you hunch over and throw up your boba into the toilet.

  “YOU know, you really hurt Izana by reminding him you weren’t his real brother.”

Mikey doesn’t move from his spot, eyes glued to the ceiling as the bed dips, Senju falling beside him, pink hair splayed on the bed. He keeps his lips sealed shut, not wanting to give her an ounce of his attention and rolls over to his side, now staring hard at the wall. Dark eyes dart around the wall until they fall on the picture hanging at a corner, him smiling with Shinichiro on the day he earned his belt. His big brother had ruffled his messy blonde hair, both of them laughing in the picture.

Those were fond times of simpler days; back when he was a kid and all he had to worry about was what game he, Keisuke and Sanzu were going to play. Or fighting with Shinichiro because a pretty girl hugged him and he didn’t want to wash her off by showering.

Now when he looks at that picture, all he feels is bitter rage.

He never thought he’d direct his anger towards family before. It was always outsiders that bore the brunt of his hatred; Haruchiyo had witnessed Mikey’s wrath for a crime he never committed, permanently scarring him for life. Kazutora when he accidentally stabbed Baji during a fight had made Mikey lose it and beat the living hell out of him. Even Takemitchi had become a victim too, just for blocking the way when he was fighting a guy named South.

But for the first time in his life, he wants to hurt his own flesh and blood. He wants to fight him and curse him out and make him pay. He wants to grab Shinichiro by his shoulders and scream at him, asking him why.

Why did it have to be you?

And you. You promised him that you were his, only to turn around and betray him, with his own older brother. He wants to scream at you, to dig his nails into your pathetic flesh and draw blood, large hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing it until you weren’t breathing.

He’s thought about directly confronting you about what you did, but his thoughts get out of hand any time he sees you, urges swirling around his head. His hands tremble with rage, itching to hit you and make you feel the pain he’s going through right now. His heart hammers faster, blood rushing into his ears as he watches you walk by, not a damn care in the world about the grievous sin you committed against him.

How dare you act like you’ve done nothing wrong while he was clawing at his skin, wanting to be eaten alive just to never imagine Shin and you in the same room, sleeping together? 

He loved you. How could you do this to him?

And then there was Izana who watched it happen. Maybe he was too harsh by calling his elder brother a bastard child for not doing anything, but Mikey couldn’t help but be angry that he hadn’t tried harder. 

“I think you should apologize to him. He seemed really hurt by your words after you left.”

Senju’s voice is like nails scratching on a board to his ears, as sweet as sugar, yet as salty as the sea. Since childhood, she always had that mischievous hint in her tone, irritating him to no end at how she would always butt into their business whenever the boys were playing.

She inserted herself in their spaces much to Haruchiyo’s dismay until she made it fit into her own expectations. It wasn’t like Mikey couldn’t kick her out, but he knew that probably doing that would cause a bigger rift between Haruchiyo and Takeomi and she would drift into other predatory, male groups that could get her into big trouble.

She was doing it again now. Even if she had a point, Mikey didn’t want to admit he was wrong or hear her out. He just wanted to be angry in peace.

The sheets rustle as she shifts closer to him, her colder body pressed against his warm body, probably since she had come back from shopping for Tenjiku’s Bacchanalia and the temperature had dropped significantly since last month. A soft sigh escapes his lips as her hand finds its way to his hair, fingers gently massaging his scalp in a satisfying way. He finds himself visibly relaxing, the tension slowly leaving his body as she rubs circles into his head, her acrylics giving a nice feel to her gentle actions.

Somewhere, in a perfect world, you’re the one gently playing with his hair, touching him, your lips close to his ears and breathing down his neck. No matter how angry he was at you, he craved your touch, your soft fingers and breathy moans. He missed your cheap strawberry perfume as opposed to Senju’s expensive vivienne westwood.

He wants you. So bad it hurts.

“That’s much better now isn’t it?” She whispered in his ears and he only nodded in response, not wanting to sound like a fool if he opened his mouth to speak. Ever the weakling for being pampered by anyone, he leans into her touch and lets his guard down. “Or you’d prefer her to do this for you?”

He flushes red at her constant teasing, wanting nothing more to bury his head inside sand with how hot he was feeling right now, being caught red handed. “You keep mentioning her, almost as if you want to get on my nerves” He finally gets out after a few minutes of staving off thoughts about you being so touchy with him, voice strangled with need. “I’m already pissed at everyone else, what do you want from me?”

She chuckled into his ears again, making his neck hairs stand at attention. “Just curious, a few months ago, you wanted nothing to do with her.” She hummed in his ears. “Now every waking chance, you’re practically thinking about her, to the point you yelled at Izana for nothing. Don’t you think it’s strange?”

“What are you implying?”

Senju paused her movements, putting her chin on his head as if she’s deep in thought. “Well personally…” Senju started in a sing-song voice. “... I think she’s really pretty and that’s obvious, but she’s not that stunning to begin with. You’ve been with much prettier girls and she doesn’t necessarily have the looks to turn heads.”

“Not everyone can be you, Senju.”

“I know I’m the prettiest girl you’ll ever be with, Mikey.” She snickered, completely ignoring Mikey’s sarcastic comment as she continued her analysis. “But, come to think of it, she kinda reminds me of a certain someone.”

Mikey frowned at her words, not liking the inflection of her tone, as if she was about to imply he was doing something wrong. She took his silence as a hint to continue taunting him.

“Soft, caring, gentle, miserable.”

She lowers her lips to the side of his head, lips gently brushing the shell of his ear as she utters one word that tipped him over the edge.

“Maternal.”

The next moment was a blur, Mikey spinning Senju around until she was face up and he was on top of her, large hands wrapped around her neck tight. His eyes were darkened completely, nothing behind them but pure, unbridled rage, practically pinning her down with all his weight. His breathing is heavy, hot against her skin as he lowers his head to hers, their foreheads practically touching each other as he pierces through her soul with his hate filled glare. With each moment that passes, the pink haired girl loses air, her circulation slowly cutting off. 

A normal person would be rightfully afraid and fight the hell for their lives, biting and scratching him to let go. Senju used to fight him off like that too, when he would lose his temper because she refused to listen to him about fighting with people. It used to be an effective scare tactic to show her just how easily she could be overpowered.

But now, Senju knows him. Knows the darkness that consistently plagues him and drives him to the wall. Mikey is no enigma or mystery to her anymore as he is to his foolish admirers.

Instead, she smiles at him, her own eyes shining badly with mischief and something entirely different, naughty. “H-heh. Y-ou’re ju-st as sick as Iza-na” she croaked out snarkily, her minty breath invading his nostrils. “M-mother fuck-”

“Say that word and I’ll snap your fucking neck.”

She clamped her mouth shut at his promise, opting to smile sultry at him instead, despite her dwindling air supply. Maybe it was the masochist in her, but the constant choking had made her a little less scared and a little more interested in the twisted desire of Mikey lashing out on her, doing this repeatedly. Haruchiyo barely paid attention to her presence and always blamed himself for anything Senju did and Takeomi always blamed Haruchiyo, completely skipping her entirely, even when Haruchiyo had nothing to do with it and she did something bad just for anyone to tell her she was wrong.

Mikey though. He fulfills her fantasy of being scolded, hurt, not treated as some fragile princess, but a tool to feel his hurt and hatred. And she loves it. Perhaps it’s why he’s always the victim of her constant and persistent attitude, watching him tick was always so fun. At least she knew the one place to win him since he was physically stronger than her.

Dark impulses. 

Emma’s lucky to have brother’s that care and interfere. Maybe that’s why the blonde girl isn’t as twisted as she is.

The air between the two shifts into something hotter, more charged than before. She coughs violently as Mikey removes his hands off her neck entirely and sits up, his hands flying to his belt. As usual, she watches him from her lashes with interest as he fumbles around with it, ever so impatient to understand or think about what he was about to do with her.

“We haven’t done this in a while” she chuckles as he tosses his belt across the room, before taking off his shirt. “I’ve kinda missed this.”

He didn't say anything as he shrugged off his shirt, his breathing harsh as he lowered his face towards hers, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She returned it with equal feverency, her fingers digging into his hair.

‘Yeah. Use me,’ She smiled into the kiss, closing her eyes to relish in the taste of the sweet pastry he had eaten prior. He pulled away from her lips and began to kiss her neck with fervor, each kiss articulated with quiet “(name)” spilling from his lips.

Of course. Sick fool.

  YOU’VE never felt this lonely before.

You already had no faith in the school authorities, after submitting anonymous reports only for you to find them in the large garbage dumpster behind the administrative building. And the police? They didn’t ask you any question when you were called upon, apart from identifying if the person they had in custody was your ‘attacker’.

But even the friend group knew exactly what type of men they were friends with. People you thought that were in the dark and had nothing to do with it. People you had argued with Emma all those months ago that their hands were tied and had no idea what was going on.

They knew. And they didn’t even think for once to stop them. All they were concerned about was Emma finding out. Not if you were okay. Not if you were hurt or wounded. Not if the brothers had sexually assaulted you.

Just “what would Emma think?” That was how much your life was worth to them.

A tear dropped onto the open book you were reading and you quickly reached up to wipe it away. Ever since that day, you refused to borrow any work from either Emma or Hinata, opting to do the work yourself. You no longer felt safe around Emma or her group of friends who suddenly seem to show up after that day at the cafeteria everywhere you go. Senju would curl her lips at you behind Emma’s back, blue eyes full of mockery, as if she was laughing at you. Yuzuha spoke over you in conversations, whenever Emma brought up a topic, you couldn’t even get two words in as each time before she would rip your ideas into shreds until you’re silenced.

And Hina is the worst yet. Ever since that day, she’s been more bold to show her disdain for you. Pointing out loose threads from your clothes loud enough for everyone to hear or that she had seen “those shoes at a one dollar store”.

A lot of things like you failing your English test after she marked your answers made more sense now.

She hated you.

They all did. Everyone of them. They were just pretending to like you because Emma was watching them.

You couldn’t bear being their verbal punching bag anymore. It was far too much for you to handle on your own, but you know telling Emma would involve your own ruination with all the lies you’ve told over the past few months now if they chose to let out your dirty secret. She would never talk to you again if she found out what kind of things you’ve done with her big brothers.

Instead, you chose to distance yourself for the next few weeks. You found out that studying was a more effective excuse than lying about having diarrhea to escape those god awful dreaded outings. Besides, with Hinata giving you the wrong lesson plan, you needed to start all over and correct yourself on so many things. You already passed your make up test, so your next step was to continue to ace the end of the month tests before the first semester exams come in.

You were already improving within such a short time. You just needed to study more.

It also reminded you why you left your home in the first place. Why you rebelled against your father. Everything so far had just been a distraction; Mikey, Izana, Toman, Tenjiku… it didn’t matter. You were here to learn and graduate and that’s it. So many girls have gone through worse ordeals than you have and they swallow it, pretend nothing happened to them and move on. Why can’t you do the same?

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ You tell yourself often. ‘It’s not like they forced me to do anything. I could have said no at any time. Besides, I have so much more to do than crying over spilled milk.’

Your running away from home would not be in vain. You were going to do better things with your life and prove everyone else wrong.

The part of the library you chose was a quiet, secluded space where no one would bother you. These moments were reminiscent of the time before Emma Sano became your friend, when you barely spoke to anyone. Your life was so peaceful and less dramatic, each day blending with each other. Back then, she was just someone you admired from afar- as you had a crush on Mikey, you asked around if he had any relatives around.

You barely saw Izana apart from the one time he came to speak with your roommate about something concerning their course, sound engineering. You remember her strange look of adoration in her eyes and how much her mood improved that very day.

He hadn’t even spared a glance at you at that point in time as he took his notes and walked away. Back then, you thought it wasn’t nice of him to ignore you. You wished maybe he would turn his head and see you, desperate for any form of acknowledgement.

Now, you realized that the background was a better place than ever being noticed.

‘Done with this topic.’ You muttered, moving on with the course you’ve been studying for hours and flipped through the workbook guide. ‘Let’s move to the study test to see how much I’ve learned.’

You started off with the first few questions, very easy to answer and continued to progress diligently as they got more difficult. The ones that made you pause in your tracks you skipped them for later.

It’s a steady progress and for a moment, you’re doing something other than being a burden for once. Something else outside of Emma or her brothers. It’s a good change of pace outside of your tumultuous life, something you wish was more of a permanent occurrence.

You don’t notice the sun lowering and the night lights in the library slowly filtering into the room. Or the place growing empty with each passing hour.

By the time you look up from your book mid marking, the once bright sunset had become cloudy, darkness blanketing around the school, unusual for an evening sky.  “Huh, that’s not a good sign, '' you muttered to yourself. The weather forecast had indicated a sunny day this morning as opposed to the dull, rainy days prior and you decided not to bring an umbrella to school today.

Maybe it was just late. A bitt

You checked your phone and realized it was late by a WHOLE LOT.

“9:00 pm? Already?” You whisper yelled, jerking up from your chair. How hard had you been studying that you had forgotten the time in the first place? Or to set alarms to snap you out of it? “This has never happened to me before, I always had Emma to snap me out of…” You trailed off, realizing where your sentence was trailing off too.

Yeah. Emma always helped you keep track of time whenever you hyper focused on something for too long.

‘They’re right. I’m too dependent on her.’

You gathered your books hastily and stuffed them carelessly in your backpack, eager to leave. The library was not necessarily the safest place to be in the night, as it was closer to the boy’s campus than the girls. Crimes always went abump in the night time; cult meetups, violent beatings, drug trafficking, raping unsuspecting people. It was the area Tenjiku controlled the most in school as many members and aspiring members occupied most of the block.

Their over eagerness to get a silver of Izana’s attention in any way was why this area was unsafe.

Meaning you needed to get out of here. Fast. The marking can wait another time.

You bolted out of the library as fast as you could, nearly the last person to leave save for a few guys who were still studying, only to be met with a huge gust of cold wind breezing past you and nearly lifting your dress up. Your body shuddered at the flash of bright light illuminating the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder.

Great. So not only are you in the most dangerous spots on campus at night, but it is also threatening to rain as well, trapping you in the worst place yet.

How delightful.

“There’s a bus stop somewhere here but it closes at 9pm sharp.” You groaned, fighting your way through the heavy wind as you looked for shelter, so that you could think of a more permanent solution. God, there really seems to be no way out of this huh? How can anyone have this amount of terrible luck and still be sane?

You contemplated calling Emma to come pick you up briefly, before discarding the idea entirely. She said she would be too busy picking out the decorations and setting the right theme for the party and you knew from prior occasions, she would still be too busy to pick you up.

She needed more time with her friends instead of worrying about you. Making her cut her time with them would only fuel their hatred for you and you didn’t want that.

You decided to brave it and walk, hoping you’ll make it through before the storm meets you. You ignored the thunder claps overhead and the light drizzle hitting your skin, hoping you might see a car or a bus service at least outside before someone else you didn’t want to notice met you on the road. Your mind keeps nagging you to call someone as the drops get heavier but you push that thought at the back of your mind.

Last time you listened to your gut, you witnessed a man getting murdered. You’re not going to do that to yourself again. Besides, you can handle rain. You handled it when you were a kid, being locked out by your dad or mom as punishment.

You can handle it now.

Eventually the rain starts pouring in torrents, lightning painting the skies white before a loud crack echoed around, nearly terrifying you. It gets too bad that you couldn’t even see the road with how hard the storm came down on you. With wet clothes and your ruined hair, you quickly ran off to the nearest shelter to protect yourself, chills running down your spine.

Here you stand, wet, cold, shivering and damp hair you were sure would stink by tomorrow if you don’t at least blow dry the scalp area. The only thing saving you from total embarrassment was that your bag back is waterproof, otherwise you would have been completely screwed-

“AAHH!”

You shrieked loudly as a car drove by fast, splashing the puddle of water in front of you all over you, practically drenching you in dirty water, and staining your clothes. By the time you realized what had just happened, the car had been long gone, before you could complain or even ask for help.

Your one chance of surviving the rain and getting home, gone.

All you were trying to do was be considerate and independent so that no one would hate on you and it backfired. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your arms wrapped around your body, trying to seek warmth. You were cold, your legs aching from walking around all day with nothing in your stomach because you had chosen to neglect yourself.

You feel like you’re seventeen again, homeless in the rain with no hope to get shelter, your body tired from all the running, cold from how drenched you were and hungry from the lack of food after being starved for two days.

You wanted to laugh. You would if your teeth weren’t knocking against each other as you climbed on the bench, pulling your knees to your chest, trying to warm yourself up.

If only you had swallowed your pride and called Emma. You would have been in a warm bed with her arms surrounding you. In fact, if you had just ignored the mean comments and followed them to plan the party despite not being invited, you wouldn’t have been in this mess.

You’ve never felt so alone in your life and it’s all your fault. 

Bright headlights draw near and it’s only then you realize that the car coming towards you was the one that splashed all that water on you. You stand up from the bench as the good samaritan slowly pulls over to the shelter you had taken.

“I knew it was you. What the hell are you doing out here by this time?”

Your mouth goes dry as you slowly recognize the familiar voice, belonging to the one person you never expected, the white hair confirming your suspicions.

“I-izana?”

The universe had a funny way of letting you know it doesn’t care about you in the slightest. Of all people, why did it have to be him who saw you at your lowest? Knowing him, he was just going to laugh at you and then drive away again, splashing water over you. He always had a knack of humiliating you -

“Get in.”

‘What?’

Did you hear him right? Izana asking you to get into his car?

Your mind raced with all the possibilities that could happen if you stepped into that car with him. He could very well finish what he started months ago and dump your body in a nearby river. Or drive you half way and tell you to walk home for the rest of the road. You considered taking your chances with the cold rainy weather, if it was safer to be harrassed by some random street thug or be in the same car with him?

He blasted his horn multiple times, regaining your attention. “I wasn’t asking. I said get in before you catch a serious cold.”

Your mind told you to hesitate, resist his command and wait for someone else. You know what kind of things he is capable of doing, and you know staying out here, chattering in the rain and waiting for help that won’t come underneath a storm that gets worse with each passing minute isn’t a smart idea either.

You took your chance rushing over to the passenger’s door and taking a seat. A warm jacket is handed over to you, which you take gratefully, wrapping over your shoulders.

“The storm isn’t gonna stop anytime soon and I can barely see it as it is. You’re gonna have to stay with me tonight.”

You nodded. Not like you had a choice. You would take any help you can get, even from the devil himself.

   IZANA doesn’t do nice things. For free at least.

It’s what he tells himself as he leads you into Tenjiku’s fraternity house, one hand with an umbrella and the other one holding on to your cold hands, shivering out of your mind.

He's doing this to observe you. And right now you're awfully naïve

Some heads turn from the game they were playing at the sound of the door closing, all greeting Izana with a quiet “Welcome boss!” Or “how was your day?”, which as per usual Izana ignored the frat members that he didn’t know. Realizing that he wasn’t paying attention to them, they trailed their gazes on to you, the shivering girl Izana was practically dragging across the room, multitudes of whispers erupting throughout

“That’s Emma’s friend, isn’t it? What is she doing here?”

“Why is she wet? Was she standing in the rain?”

“Doesn’t matter, she’s so pretty. I’ve never really noticed her before but damn.”

“Yeah, and she walks so cutely, the way she’s holding our boss’ hand like a lost puppy. I can tell she’ll be real fun to play with.”

“Her legs are really sexy, and that ass, whew-”

“Her nips are showing from the dress. Fuck, she doesn’t wear a bra.”

Izana can tell by the way your grip on his hand tightens, you feel uncomfortable with how they’re talking about you. It reminded him of that night at the party, where you looked so embarrassed when he called you a slut, making you the center of attention unwillingly. Or the time he embarrassed you in front of Shinichiro, the way you’ll cast your gaze down at your feet and stutter on your words, looking all flustered.

Back then it felt good to humiliate you. Watching you break down in front of his friends was so fun, cause you looked so pretty when embarrassed, tears watering your lash line.

So why does he feel so weird now? What’s this tightening feeling in his chest, gnawing at his heart and brain, filling his veins with hot rage? It’s unlike anything he’s dealt with, and it’s been a common feeling ever since the time at the Sano residence, so much that he hit his own brother.

And why does it only come whenever you are involved?

He squeezed your hand tighter in response, tugging you closer to his side and encircled his arm around your waist instead, earning a small gasp of surprise from you. It’s a silent warning; an effective one at that because his frat members quickly shut up and went back to what they were doing. It doesn’t satiate his annoyance still. It’s strange. He’s never satisfied anytime you’re the reason for his anger until someone is hurt.

It’s like with you, his hunger and thirst for violence is bottomless until he consumes someone alive completely.

“(Name)? What’s going on? Is she hurt?”

Kakucho is standing at the last few stairs when he sees the both of you. Ever the good man he was, the dark haired male stares at your shivering form with worry in his eyes, his heart dropping further into his stomach at how you clutched onto Izana tightly, his good eye tracing his arm to his grip on your waist.

Kakucho’s red eye flickered up to meet Izana briefly, as if telling him something along the lines of ‘what are you doing?’

It’s all part of his plan. When he figures it out. Eventually.

“She’s fine. Just help me get cold medicine” Izana assured verbally, his arm encased around your waist as you both climbed the stairs, stopping when he was within earshot of his second in command to give an order. “The guys pissed me off today, teach them a lesson, particularly the fucker in yellow shirt with dyed hair and the one that thinks piercings makes him a gangster.”

The dark haired man nodded and robotically walked down to the main hall, no questions asked. He smirked when you fist his shirt tighter at the sound of bones crunching underneath a heavy fist.

The rest of the journey up the stairs was quiet. Occasionally, his higher ups would see the both of you as you ascended the floors and give him a questioning look. He knew his friends enough to understand what they were communicating through their eyes, all the same question.

‘What are you doing?’

He wants to laugh. Even he himself can’t understand his own actions. This is so uncharacteristic of him, being so considerate to the person he has publicly had fantasies of violating until you can't walk again.

They know it isn’t safe to let you be alone with him either. But they don’t do anything or step in to help you. They just watch him take you up the stairs to do god knows what.

He won’t hurt you, at least, not for now. There’s too much at stake here and he is far smarter than that.

The both of you eventually reach his bedroom and he opens the door, letting you in first before shutting the door behind himself. He pulled away from you briefly, going ahead to his clean towel rack to pick one for you. Deciding to pick the soft blue one for you, he walked back to you and held it out. “Give me your school bag and change into that. I’ll run a hot bath for you.”

You hesitate for a moment, eyes flickering from his face to his hands as if unsure of his sudden act of kindness, like you could do anything now that you’re alone with him, in his own room. “A-are you going to watch me change?” You spoke for the first time since you got here, your face painted with concern.

There’s something annoying about your shyness; it’s a side of you that Izana heavily detests. The way you’re hiding behind the wall in distrust just to ask him about preserving your modesty. Especially after he saved you from the terrible storm. So what if he wanted to see you naked? You would owe it to him.

You were an ungrateful little twat.

The look on his face goes dark, making you tremble as he starts to move closer to you, until you could feel his hot breath on your skin. The urge to threaten you was high. The urge to act on that threat right now was even higher. Maybe he would justify your fears of being alone with him right now, damn the consequences and everyone else.

Instead, he reigned in his thoughts and took a deep breath. If he wanted his perfect hierarchy to be back to normal, he had to control himself and his anger around you, especially now that he was busy with planning the Bacchanalia to regain his elder brother’s respect. If there’s any incident involving you getting hurt now, he was sure Shinichiro would shut it down instantly as punishment.

He has to wait for the right time.

“I’m not.” He answered you, before pushing the towel and the nightgown into your chest rather aggressively. “In fact, I’m out of here. You can go wild with the bath. I have shit to do.”

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, shutting the door behind himself and leaving you all alone in his massive room.

A sigh escaped his lips as he made his way towards the balcony on the third floor outside to cool down. His hands fumbled his pockets, taking out his bunts, needing an extra kick for the night and selecting one, placing it between his teeth. His other hand took out a lighter, flicking it twice before a dull flame lights up, standing proud amidst the stormy weather. Izana presses the light to the tip of his cig until it catches, inhaling until there’s a familiar burning sensation in his lungs.

Blowing the smoke out through his pursed lips, he could feel all his pent up stress and annoyance from the entire day roll off his shoulders, washing away along with the storm ongoing.

For the first time today, he finally had one peaceful moment to himself. Shion had messed up buying the drinks for the party by sending it to the wrong address, Rindou wasn’t done mixing his stupid tapes after begging him for months to let him play, Senju was too busy screwing Mikey to finish up sending her clients invites for the secret business meeting and the school is breathing down on his neck about not slipping up like last time when some overambitious students tried to expose what goes on in the exclusive party.

And then, there’s the rocky relationship with Shin. They’ve started talking again, with Shinichiro reaching out first but Izana feels like he has to walk on eggshells around him now. His elder brother had said you were not interested in furthering a relationship with him, but refuses to apologize to Izana for falsely accusing him of telling Mikey.

Mikey blaming him for not stopping you is another thing altogether and then yelling about how they are not blood brothers when Izana tried to explain.

He’s sick of it.

Everytime you were involved, someone had to blame him for something, right from the first time it happened when he made you cry because you didn’t know how to roll a damn joint. It wasn’t his fault and he didn’t mean anything by it back then, but when Emma started to get mad at him consistently, he decided to just return the favor and hurt you.

It’s easy for everyone to think of him as a cold, heartless, bitter man. They praise him when it works to their benefit, being analytical and taking action without any sentiment attached and then they berate him when he eventually lashes out because people expect him not to complain or take up too much space. It’s always him that is the cause of the problems and the fights, never Mikey the golden child.

The fuel to Mikey’s fire.

Meanwhile his siblings can yell about him not being their biological brother at the drop of a hat and love someone else far quicker than they accepted him. And he’s expected to just be okay with it.

He burns through his blunts in rapid succession, each one taking the edge of him bit by bit until all his anger was nonexistent and he was ready to retire for the night. They’re not as effective as when he first started at sixteen, but then again maybe it’s a sign for him to take it easy and wean himself for a while.

At least, he’s slowed down on the amount of girls and guys he brings by, but he knows it’s because they’re just not doing it for him anymore.

He makes his way sluggishly back into the house, the hallways dark and empty, save for a few night lights illuminating the area. ‘Must have been out there for a while.’ He thought to himself, dragging his feet to his bedroom door and pushing it open, gently closing it.

Tugging off his jacket, he neatly folded it into his laundry basket and walked up to the night stand next to his bed, checking the digital clock for the time.

‘1:50am. Fuck’ he cursed.

Waking up tomorrow would be a pain in the ass with how high he was right now, especially with all the problems he has to fix, but it’s a problem he’ll deal with tomorrow.

“Should I just skip my night shower?” He mused, settling down on his bed and kicking off his boots and unclasping his chains. Luckily for him, he smoked outside, so the stench didn’t cling onto him as much as it should, but he still felt filthy for even considering that option in the first place.

“Ah fuck, maybe it’ll help me sober up a bit-”

His words caught up in his throat as his eyes caught sight of you on the other end of his bed, asleep.

The faint glow of his night lamp illuminating your figure, the blanket draped over your body. You must have been very tired, noting by the fact you hadn’t worn or requested a silk bonnet to bed, leaving your hair out.

(luckily for you, his pillow cases were silk but you’ll figure it out).

Your lips are parted slightly, eyes closed in the most peaceful look he’s ever seen you in. Carefully, he pushed down his weighted blankets to see the nightwear in all its glory, lips parted in awe at how well it fits you compared to his sister, outlining every curve and pudge.

Izana knows you’re beautiful. He knew it from the first day he met you when he started messing around with your roommate, but beauty was never a defining factor for him to be attracted to you. He liked it when people were under his thumb after fighting for dominance and the only time he ever felt attracted to you was the night of the attack, fighting for your life and then begging him to spare you. He doesn’t dig the innocence thing because it’ll mean he has to be careful.

But tonight. His head and his pants has him thinking very differently.

A tanned hand touched your face, caressing your cheek softly. Your skin is soft, doughy and gentle underneath his ringed fingers. You shivered slightly from how light your nightwear is, considering the air conditioned room is terribly cold, combined with the raging storm outside.

It’s hard to imagine that a girl with such an innocent face has caused him so much trouble.

Purple eyes glance over your body, clad in the silk nightie and his tongue wets his lips eagerly, pants tightening at the way the swell of your breasts are exposed through the flimsy material. The shape of your ass is outlined perfectly, enticing him even more.

He could get his revenge now. Force you face up and bully his cock into you, robbing you of your precious virginity. He’ll take pictures and post it on the internet, make you the laughing stock of the entire school and then get you expelled.

Quick and sweet.

But it doesn’t sit right with him. Thinking of someone else that wasn’t Mikey looking at you in a lewd manner made the vessels underneath his skin boil for some reason, but he doesn’t dwell on the thought further. Besides, it feels too cheap of a victory taking advantage of you without you fighting back. He likes the chase and adores the violence.

He wants to see the pure terror in your eyes as you realized you were trapped with him.

But now, he was going to do the opposite. He was going to be your comfort and ease you into him. He would dangle a carrot stick and lure you in. 

Then, he’ll use you to appease Mikey. And all will be well in the world again.

  YOU don’t understand your own self or feelings anymore.

You’ve never understood any of their feelings either, all the brothers, especially Izana. You always saw him as the violent one, prideful, like your own elder brother who had done nothing but hurt you. He was the more rotten brother who put his own needs over everyone else's. It was easier to put him in a box then and label him dangerous, to accept that Izana hated you and wanted to cause you pain and harm.

Now, it’s conflicting to say the least.

You had woken up in his arms, your body pressed against his bare chest and assumed the worst had happened. By his track record, who were you to say that he wouldn’t have done something to your unconscious body while you were out cold? Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the cough medication Kakucho had given you, how could you be so trusting of people that have done everything to hurt you?

With a shaky hand, you had checked for soreness between your thighs or a sticky like substance, expecting the worst outcome. This time, if he did anything to you, you were going to tell everybody. You would scream and you would tell Emma with no care if everyone will be angry at you again-

‘N-nothing? I feel… fine.’

The nightgown you wore was still intact, your legs weren’t sore or injured and there was nothing wet beneath your thighs. Izana had respected you enough not to touch you while you slept, him of all people. The guy who hurt you physically didn’t try to violate you in your sleep.

Guilt and relief nipped you in your heart at the time. Truly, Izana wanted to help you from the time he picked you from the bus stop, to when he hid you from his member’s prying eyes, even punishing them for looking at you. No wonder he got angry when you insinuated that he’d want to watch you change when he was trying to get you out of your wet clothes and run a bath for you.

You felt bad for assuming he wanted to hurt you. It was obvious he was trying to do right by you, and your reaction was to jump into conclusions, assuming the worst of the guy.

No wonder people hated you. At the core of his heart, Izana loves his family and you were driving one big wedge between them. On top of that, instead of listening to Yuzuha when she tried to tell you what you were doing wrong, you got angry about it, distancing yourself only to be a burden again.

They were right. You were the problem.

Eventually you both woke up fully and started your day. He had left the room for you to dress up, leaving some of Emma’s other clothes she kept behind on her visits for you. It was his room and he could have easily stayed behind to start his own day or pawned you off to his other members to deal with you now that you were okay. He could have kicked you out at the crack of dawn, with how ungrateful you were last night and left you to wait for the bus until God knows when.

Instead, he insisted you ate breakfast while he dressed up and took it upon himself to take you home.

The drive was silent, deftones playing from the speakers being the only source of sound saving you from the most awkward silence. Your gaze darted from your lap to his face, from his slightly furrowed brows that formed a crease in his forehead, to his empty purple eyes fixated on the road and to his clenched jaw. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, any harder and it would break in half-

“You’re staring too much. It’s distracting.”

Heat flooded your body; you must have been so obvious that he caught you without taking his eyes off the road. “Sorry.” You replied meekly, looking down to your lap.

You don’t expect him to swerve into an alleyway, your body jerking harshly as he slammed the brakes and parked in a secluded spot, the seatbelt preventing you from slamming your face head first in the dashboard, keeping you anchored in your seat.

“What the -"

“This morning,” he cut you short, unbothered by his sudden recklessness or your fear as your life flashed before your very eyes. “You were checking whether I raped you, right?”

Oh no. He must have been aware of when you felt your body up and down for any signs of sexual abuse. “I-i” you started to explain yourself, but he put his hand up to stop you from talking. “Don’t explain yourself. I don’t want to hear it.” He snapped angrily. “It’s a yes or no question, answer.”

You bit your lip in distress, wishing that the earth would just swallow you whole. How you managed to get Izana pissed off at you this early in the morning, in his car, in the middle of nowhere is beyond your own understanding.

“Y-yes”

You gulped as he switched off the CD player, engulfing you both in silence. It only got worse as he turned his attention back to you, his eyes burning with anger.

“I should have left you to rot out there. You’d be safer catching pneumonia than me ever helping you out again.”

“I’m sorry-”

“You’re very ungrateful.” he spat out. “I know I’m a bad person but the least you could have done was thank me. I had every right to leave you under the rain, do you know the amount of damage you’ve caused because you couldn’t stop to think to yourself ‘what if I hurt others?’ My siblings have called me a bastard child on two separate occasions because of you!”

Your heart felt like tearing into pieces at his words, the hurt behind his voice seeping through. Was that why he was always so angry at you? That his siblings remind him of his status as an adopted relative when it involves issues concerning you.

That was cruel of them, even someone like Izana shouldn’t be told that.

“I-i had no idea, I didn’t know-”

“How would you know?” He cuts you off again, his voice bitter. “It’s always about you. Always about protecting you and being nice to you. Stopping you from sleeping with people. I’m always expected to refine my actions around you. I’ve cut my time with Emma and I let Mikey get away with insulting me because they both love you. It’s so easy for them to love you, but hard to love me. Do you think it’s fair?”

‘What have I done?’

You’re in tears now, clearly distressed at his words, at his hurt, the way he bit his lip, tears threatening to fall from his purple eyes. Now you understand Yuzuha’s actions fully. You understand Izana’s frustration fully too, being put at the bottom in terms of love and affection. He was just a broken man who wanted the best for everyone, only to be given the short end of the stick.

And being adopted must be harder. Always feeling like he has to prove himself. He has to be better, act more mature, do better or he’ll lose their love and be abandoned, alone. You know where he is coming from, you understand his anger.

“I’m sorry” you whimpered, humbled by his pain. You wanted to take it away and give him peace. Yes he hurt you in the past, but you know now that it came from a place of pain and not malice. “I’m so sorry Izana. I was out of line. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything I can-”

“Forget it. Just clean your face and forget it.”

He started the engine again and continued the journey to your dorm. The rest of the journey is solemn, lots of unspoken words hanging in the air between the two of you. You want to reach out to him, to tell him you’re sorry for hurting him and making him do horrible things just to get his family’s attention again. You want to hug him and tell him you understand how hard it was to constantly be searching for approval, only to have it be hung over your head. It wasn’t either of your faults.You could just apologize, forgive each other after so much pain and move on.

But he doesn’t give you the opportunity to speak anymore. You can’t blame him.

Eventually the car stopped at your dorm and you unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to leave. “Thanks” you muttered, genuinely grateful. You know it takes a lot to be kind to someone that has been your source of pain for a long time, especially for someone as vengeful as Izana. “And for what is worth, I apologize deeply. I never meant to hurt you.” You added, taking your school bag from the back seat.

He doesn’t respond or even looks at you. The second you leave his car, he drives off, leaving you standing there with a broken heart and guilty conscience, before walking to your dorm room.

You tried to clear your head from the thoughts plaguing you. You skipped classes for today, opting to rest after draining yourself throughout yesterday and just clear your head. You needed space, at least to understand yourself and everything that has happened.

A few hours later, there’s a knock on your door. You quickly make your way to open it, thinking it was your estranged roommate whom you haven’t seen for weeks. You don’t expect a large bouquet of orange flowers being shoved in your face, the striking petals tickling your nostrils.

“You must be (name) right?” The florist questions, her lips quivering into a smile that seems too bright to be real. “These are for you. They’re orange lilies”

You took them off from her hands, still confused at the action. Who could send you flowers so randomly? You plucked the note between the flowers, opening it carefully, revealing a note, with some directions at the back.

“See you at the Bacchanalia?” You read out, confusion laced in your tone. “Make sure to go to these locations to prepare for that day. I’ll be waiting 9pm sharp, signed anon?”

“Oh, the sender said he’d like to be anonymous too, just that he’s a guest attending this year’s bacchanalia and he wants to see you there.” the florist added cheerily. “Seems romantic, hmm? Someone must really like you to have convinced Mr. Kurokawa to send you a V.I.P invite.”

“I don’t understand-” you started sputtering. “I’m not an el-”

“Oh, I still have invites to give. See ya.”

She slammed the door in your face, leaving you to decipher who the heck this person was. It would clearly not be Izana or Mikey, right? Since you’re sure Mikey is mad at you and Izana is sick of your presence. Emma doesn’t want you there either, so there is that.

Who could it be?

You dropped the bouquet in a large jug you long abandoned before, filling it with water from the tap before putting it on your window sill. “Maybe if I check the internet on what the flower means, it might be a clue. These look really gorgeous.”

You muttered, picking up your phone, googling the meaning of the orange lily.

“Huh? Courage.” That’s nice” 

You were about to scroll up for more answers when another person knocked on your door. You closed the tab and opened up to see your R.A, Makoto who had come to question you on why you hadn’t returned to the hostel last night.

The conversation lasted too long and you soon forgot about the thing you were doing.

 “Probably wasn’t important anyways.”

   MIKEY’S favorite fairytale was cinderella.

His mother always told the story of a peasant girl who all she wanted was a night away from her step family to dance at the ball but had nothing to wear. And then a fairy godmother appeared before her and gave her a dress and shoes and a ride to the ball, transforming her into the most beautiful maiden at the party.

It’s why he thinks Izana did this intentionally.

He has to admit, his brother had a sense of style that could not be easily matched. The blue dress was angelic, complimenting your figure, especially your ample breasts. The white sashes and ruffles was exquisite, complemented with a set of pearl necklace that brought out your eyes. Even your perm was so well done, a little band adorning your head. Your make up was light, but enhanced your softness, making your pretty eyes pop. The longer Mikey stares, the faster his heart beats and the more his body aches for you. God, he misses you so damn much, he missed your scent, that smile you’re wearing now as you’re greeting Haitani Ran.

And most of all, he missed your body.

If only you hadn’t slept with his elder brother, you would be so perfect. A pretty face with evil in your heart.

Mikey is so entranced by your beauty, his mouth hanging open as you alighted the stairs, he doesn’t notice Izana walking up behind him, leaning down a little to whisper into the younger man’s ear.

“You like your present? I told you she would come.”

Mikey choked on his drink, nearly spilling the wine glass in his hand all over his trousers, barely missing as it sloshed all over the floor. He swiveled his head towards his smirking elder brother.

The blonde opens his mouth to speak but finds himself at loss for words.

He owed Izana a huge apology. It really was out of his hands when it came to you. All along, you were the temptress, selling yourself to whomever can take care of you at that point in time.

“So she took the bait huh?” Mikey whispered back, his eyes darting from his brother to you, lingering on your figure as you gracefully walked towards their direction. “You were right about her. It really wasn’t Shin’s fault after all.”

“It’s such a shame.” Izana shrugged. “I knew from day one she’d fuck anyone that can get her ahead. But she makes you happy. It’s her you want, isn’t it?”

Mikey felt his throat clog up at Izana’s question. Ever since that day, he has never heard one word from you. You never gave him an excuse as to why you were ignoring him and you never even bothered to tell him what you had done with his brother. As if what the both of you had between each other never even mattered in the first place.

As if he didn’t matter.

“I know you respected her sanctity, Mikey.” He whispered in his brother’s ear, his words cutting deep in his heart. “You never broke her virginity because you knew how much it meant to her. You fought me over her because I put my hands on her. Hell, you fought Shinichiro over her. Do you know what that means?”

As much as he wanted to reject his brother’s words, there’s a part of his heart that agreed with him.

“You’re in love with her and she treats you like shit. She thinks she can do whatever she wants.” Izana stated, now trailing his eyes to you, not too far off chatting with the older Haitani. Mikey could feel his temper tip over when he sees you smile at Ran and the long haired male touch your fucking arm.

“So which is it, Mikey? Are you going to keep punishing yourself, suffering with dark impulses of what you want? Or are we both going to address the problem?”

Izana pulled away from him, a hand patting his younger brother’s shoulder. “Midnight, she’ll be in my room. Not like anyone would believe her if she said she was assaulted at a sex party."

The last comment awakened something in Mikey. All the vile and violent thoughts that he had kept under wraps, that he had pushed at the back of his mind scratched at their jail cells, screaming to be let out.

Tonight, it would be acceptable to make you see his dark side. And you have no one but yourself to blame.

  YOU’VE never seen Tenjiku look so majestic before.

The design is beautiful, each tier having their unique theme. The VIP tier looked like a dream come through, low level lighting from the expensive fairy lights, to the gilded streamers hanging over the ceiling, the fancy butlers serving drinks to the creme a la creme of the school, people you would never approach directly with how many guards usually surrounded them.

It was just so beautiful. A far cry from the way it looked just a few days ago.

You’re in awe that you don’t realize everyone is staring at you, either in shock or moreso, admiration. The music doesn’t do well to hide the murmurs flying by you as you waltzed through the VIP theater, looking for the person who invited you.

“Is that (name) (last name)? Here?”

“The good Christian girl who follows Emma Sano like a lost dog? Yeah. But lately she hasn’t even been with Emma. Word on the street says they’re fighting.”

“She cleans up nicely, fuck, she’s pretty.”

“I wonder who invited her? Does she know what goes on in these kinds of parties?”

“I heard from someone that Izana is trying to please Emma really hard and that’s why she’s here-”

You’re deaf to the comments, too focused on looking for the person who sent you the letter but to no avail. “They said I should meet them here by nine pm but they’re nowhere to be found. They should have recognized me by now”

After searching for a few more minutes, you decided to just find anyone with a familiar face and stay with them instead until you found your real date. Lucky, you catch sight of the older Haitani brother, mumbling about the drinks and making your way to him in quick strides.

“(Name)?” Ran said, his purple eyes scanning your outfit from your hair, down to your shoes before giving a smirk of approval. “What a pleasure to see you here. You look gorgeous as always. Blue is really your color.”

You smile in return at his compliment, Ran was always very nice to you, ever since the incident, although you rarely saw him, when you did, he made sure to ask how you were doing and sometimes got you something to eat with him.

“Thank you.” You replied. “You look amazing too. I love the outfits. Plus your hair looks great in a man bun.”

“You think so?” He asked, touching your arm subconsciously. “Rindou said my hair is shit and I should cut it.”

You imagined it briefly, Ran with short hair and laughed it off. He wouldn’t look bad with it. “I think you’d rock any hairstyle you have on”

“You’re a saint. Truly.” he shook his head before asking you a nagging question. “Anyways, how come you got invited? Emma never mentioned anything about using her status to invite you.”

‘Wait, what?’

What did he mean by using her status to invite you? “I thought invites are only done by Izana strictly.” you questioned, clearly confused. That was what Emma and her friends told you at least and you believed them, not pressing the matter further.

“Well, yeah.” Ran shrugged his shoulders, unknowingly hammering the nail in the coffin for Emma. “but Emma and Mikey can invite at least one person of their choice and since Draken was already invited, I thought Emma would bring you here.”

Oh.

Emma had presented it as if she had no choice in inviting anyone, vehemently reminding you that her hands were tied and her telling you “you wouldn’t enjoy the party anyways” repeatedly. You would have been fine if she just told you that she didn’t want you to come in the first place, but why go through all that just to lie.

“Speak of the devil-”

The universe must hate you with how accurate the timing was seeing her. She looked breath-taking, her white dress adorned with stones, coupled with her jeweled gloves and her shiny neck choker necklace. Her makeup is smeared and she’s stumbling a bit, a dumb smile etched on her face, with Draken’s arm on her waist steadying her, lipstick stains over his neck and cheeks.

She doesn’t notice you staring at her until Draken points in your direction. Her smile is wiped from her face instantly and she whispers something to him, before pulling away. You watch as she practically storms towards you, her hand immediately clasping around your wrist and dragging you away from Ran without a word.

You don’t fight against her vice-like grip as she drags you into one of Tenjiku’s free bathrooms and locks the door instantly. You stumble when she lets you go, yellow eyes blazing with pure anger.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

A part of you wants to cave in. Dig a hole and bury your head in the sand just to please her. If you bat your lashes and be meek, maybe she’ll forgive you for whatever transgression you must have committed against her, even if you don’t know your sin.

But a bigger part of you feels cheated. Why would she lie to you for something as little as this?

You open your mouth to say what is on your mind only for her to raise a hand up, interrupting you completely as she takes out her phone. “Y'know what? I don’t care. I’m calling a cab to take you back to your dorm room.”

Your fists balled at your side as she started calling an uber to take you home. Great, here she was treating you like a dumb child again, as if you couldn’t make independent decisions yourself.

You’re not letting her do this to you. Not without an explanation first.

“You lied to me.” You spat out, every fiber of your being shaking as you called her out. “You lied to me about everything!”

“And so what?” Emma shot back at you mid type, putting the phone by her side to face you now, her pretty face scrunched up in irritation. “Of course I had to lie to you, you looked so upset because you weren’t invited-”

“And you could have fixed that by inviting me to the actual party instead of making me watch you guys giggle and laugh about buying new clothes for the party!” You said exasperated, trying to explain your side of the issue. “I felt left out Emma to the point I distanced myself because I felt like I was being a downer. What you did to me was not fair-”

“Do you even know what a Bacchanalia is in the first place? Do you know what we do here that you’re so eager and desperate to come?” she screeched, shutting you up effectively. “We drink, we smoke, we do drugs, we have fucking orgies! I just came from one right now! This is not a place for someone like you. Girls like you here, from fucking poor homes get taken advantage of and that’s what whoever invited you want to do with you!”

“But-”

“Any other party, I’d baby you and keep an eye on you. But just this once, I want to just have fun with my boyfriend instead of acting like your mother”

“Oh great, another development you didn’t tell me about.” you snapped, almost at the verge of tears. So she finally got Draken to ask her out and she never told you, after months of crying about her ups and downs of her relationship, months of you comforting her. “And you don’t need to baby me, I can handle myself just FINE-”

“Fucking my two brothers behind their backs doesn’t make you some kind of sex goddess that can handle an orgy-”

The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop herself. You stared at her in shock, your mouth hanging agape. A look of horror crossed her face too, realizing she had gone too far mentioning your past escapades that she wasn’t supposed to know about.

“You knew.” It was a statement, not a question, the weight of those words being the hammer to the last nail of a coffin, in it lying your friendship with Emma.

“I’m not the only one who keeps secrets it seems.”

You don’t say anything as Emma puts her phone away, her gaze hardening at you. The guilt and shame of what you had done slapped back into your face hard. You couldn’t say you didn’t deserve it, if anything, everything that just happened, from her unbothered nature when you began to distance yourself, down to lying to you about the party and not telling you anything about her dating Draken, made sense.

Full circle, it falls back to you. This was your fault.

“If anything happens to you, I told you so.”

With that, she walked past you, bumping her shoulder against yours and leaving you alone in the stall.

You stay there for another hour, your back against the wall, head raised up to control the tears threatening to fall down your face. You had just lost your friend, the one person that truly cared for you simply because you were never honest with her. You’ve never felt so foolish, what did you think would happen? That life would move on and everyone would be cool with what you had done? That someone else wouldn’t have found out?

“Oh, (name)? You’re crying?”

You jumped up at Senju standing beside you, her red glitter dress illuminated by the white light. She smells strange, like the weed Emma smoked sometimes when she was stressed. As usual, Senju looked very beautiful, unapproachable and powerful with her striking red lips and sharp cut eyeliner. You feel like a little kid standing next to a proper adult, lost, with zero to no experience about life.

“How long have you been standing here?”

“Well, I was fucking someone in the stall” Senju admitted crassly, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stared you up and down. “But I kinda heard everything. Sorry.”

At least she was honest with you. “I-it’s fine.” You sniffled. “Y-you must think I’m a whore too right?”

Senju scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s just two guys. You’re much more guilty of having bad taste in men, you can do so much better than Mikey’s insane self.”

“Damn straight.”

Your mouth fell open as Hinata emerged from the toilet, the strap of her silver dress out of place. You looked at the red kiss marks on Hinata’s neck and then at Senju’s red lipstick, putting two and two together.

“Did you two? But you’re dating -”

“He knows.” Hinata said dismissively, readjusting her strap. “After all, there’s no holds barred for the Bacchanalia. He’s probably having fun with Mikey in the other bathroom.”

“At least it’s not Emma… like last time. It was a mess. Draken almost killed him.”

Your lips fell open at Senju’s comment, absolutely floored. The two girls bursted laughed at your expression, tears nearly falling from their eyes. “Oh don’t look like that.” Hinata teased. “Our friend group is very… interesting to say the least.”

You gulped at what she was implying. Interesting is one word to describe it.

The two girls giggled at your naive expression again, then turned back to you. “You know, instead of moping here, we can just have fun and get to know each other right.” Senju suggested, batting her lashes at you. “Might as well make the most of it, right? You’re already here anyways.”

Yeah. You were already here with the expensive dress and make up that your donor had given you. Going back would just be a waste of money and you don’t want to stand up to the person who got you these things if they do eventually seek you out.

And you’d have fun, right? Maybe kiss a person or two just to feel mature.

“Yeah”

What could possibly go wrong?

You let them drag you out of the bathroom and back to the VIP spot. The music had become more upbeat while you were gone and people had started dancing with each other. You were about to join in when Hinata suddenly grabbed at your hand, dragging you backwards.

“Wha-”

“You don’t go to the dance floor sober, silly.” She laughed, hailing a server holding a bottle of wine and five glasses. Senju quickly picked the bottle and a glass, uncorking the drink with her teeth with a loud pop. Hinata selected a free glass, before gesturing at you. “Come on, pick a glass.”

“But I’ve never drank before-”

“Oh don’t be such a downer (name).” Senju goaded, pouring a drink in her own glass and handing it over to you, pushing it between your fingers. “It’s just a lil alcohol.”

You looked at the liquid in your hand suspiciously, and then back at the two girls who had already downed their drinks in seconds, pouring themselves another glass. With a sigh, you lift the cup to your plush lips, downing the drink as quickly as possible, ignoring the bitter taste and burning sensation until you swallow it.

“There we go!”

“Good girl”

You downed two more glasses until you began to feel a strange buzz, your head felt so heavy. The two others giggled, helping you drop your wine glass and dragging you towards the dance floor, your body being sandwiched between the two of them.

“I love this song!”

You don’t remember anything else after that.

  “WHERE am I?”

Your head hurts. 

The last thing you remember was being sandwiched between Senju and Hinata, grinding and bumping with them until you blacked out. There was an audience, watching your every move, but the faces are far too blurry for you to recall very well.

“Must have overdid it for my first time.” You muttered to yourself, blinking hard at how tired you were feeling currently. Was it supposed to make you feel so dizzy and weak? Or make your arms feel like lead?

It didn’t matter. You should probably check the time and get back to the party. You still hadn’t found the mysterious person who sent you that bouquet so that you could thank them for everything.

You attempted to raise your arm to search for your phone, but it didn’t budge. You tried raising your other arm but it doesn’t move either, as if it was restrained by something.

“My arms. I can’t move my arms!”

Panic fills your gut the moment you become aware of the leather cuff holding your arms behind your back. Whatever drowsiness you felt before from waking up was gone, leaving you at high alert as the reality of your situation dawned onto you.

You were in a dark room. Alone and restrained. That is not a good sign.

You frantically try to undo the clasp, clip - whatever the hell was holding your arms behind your back, all to no avail - only succeeding in chafing your hand painfully, so you did the next thing you could think of that might help you.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP!”

You screamed at the top of your voice, wiggling  around on the plush bed as you continued any attempt to help you escape. You hoped that maybe your voice would be loud enough to attract the attention of anyone that might be in the hallway.

No answer.

‘Stay calm.’ You whispered to yourself, trying your best to breathe deeply. You need to think critically instead of panicking on your next plan of action if no one comes for you. Maybe you could roll off the bed and crawl until you get to the door, slamming your entire weight on it until it gave-

You’re forced out of your thoughts as you hear footsteps approach the room. Relief washed over you as you heard the locks of the door turn; someone must have heard you scream and is coming to your rescue-

You're brought out of your thoughts as the door opens, revealing Izana. You sat up, quick thank you’s spilling from your lips at your supposed savior as the white haired man approached you with an unreadable expression on his face, climbing on top of you until his knees were at either sides of your waist.

Perhaps if you were more sensitive, you would have realized what was coming next was far from rescue

“Thank you so much I-”

A pained cry leaves your throat as Izana’s flat palm hand makes harsh contact with your face, the loud twack echoing throughout the room. The blow knocks you flat on your back, your cheek stinging raw. His hand grabbed at your chin, nails digging into your skin hard as he forced your mouth open, squeezing your cheeks to keep them parted.

Your eyes widened as he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat into your own. Repulsed, you immediately spat it back in his face without a second thought. The look of disgust on his face was priceless, and for a brief moment, you thought that he would take the hint and let you go.

Instead, you’re met with another violent slap across your other cheek.

The room spins for a full minute, your vision doubles and your ears ring loudly. A whimper leaves your lips, the stinging pain leaving both your cheeks raw.

“You’re lucky I took off my rings for you. I’m not that nice to other girls when I hit them.”

You tremble as he lowers his hands on your cheek, his touch a gentle caress this time around, soothing the pain he inflicted on you. “W-what are you doing? Is this some kind of joke?” You cried out, confused. Was this some kind of sick prank that they’re playing on you? You wouldn’t be surprised if it was, with how twisted their sense of humor is. “It’s not funny Izana. You’re hurting me please-”

“A joke?” He cuts you off with a mocking tone, his grin becoming wider. A foreboding sense of dread settled at the bottom of your chest as he chuckled darkly, still stroking your face. “God, you’re so painfully naïve and stupid, it hurts me.” A shiver ran down your spine at his words. “By the way, didn’t anyone tell you not to take drinks from strangers?”

“B-but I-i didn’t. They were from Senju-” Truly, you didn’t. All your drinks were fed to you by Senju and Hinata, and you trusted them to at least protect your drink-

He bursted into a fit of laughter again, finding the entire situation hilarious. “You trusted Senju? The girl that runs a prostitution ring?” He laughed again, dragging his hands down to your legs. You trashed against his vice like grip, kicking your legs as he spread them wide, revealing the blue lace panties underneath to his greedy eyes. “Fuck, I knew I was right to pick this one out. Blue’s really your color.”

Your eyes widened in realization, the pieces falling together. The flowers, the salon, the waxing appointment, everything was just to lead you right back to his bed. He groomed you, cleaned you up just to serve you on a platter for his own consumption.

He never cared about your apology because he had already made up his mind.

Izana was going to rape you.

You can’t let that happen. You cannot let him do this to you.

You stifle a moan as he circles his clothed crotch against yours, heart pounding against your chest feeling his large bulge tease your pussy through the layers of clothing. A groan escapes his lips with each movement, head falling forwards as he pressed himself harder, until he could feel your clit through the lace and started grinding on you.

Your body jolts at the constant stimulation and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet, not wanting to give him any reason to think you want this; Nothing much has happened and yet your body keeps betraying you, your panties growing wetter with how good he was rubbing your sensitive nub.

“You can bite your lips to hide your moans, I won’t stop you.” He mocked between pants, circling his hips faster to buttress the point he was making. Embarrassment floods your entire body, the cool fluids soaking through your panties and forming a patch on his jeans as he rubbed you faster. “But your body wants this. You’re so wet from me barely touching you, you must really want to be fu-.”

You quickly sat up as the door flew open again, halting Izana in his movements. Relief floods your chest the moment you see Mikey at the doorway, staring at the two of you. As much as he’s hurt you, you know he wouldn’t force you to sleep with him and he can talk Izana into letting you go if you begged him for help.

You’ve never been so glad to see him ever. After this, you’ll apologize for ignoring him. Hell, you’ll even be his girlfriend, just anything to stop Izana.

“Manjiro-” you started to plead your case. “Izana is trying to ra-”

“You’ve started without me?”

For the second time today, you watched your hope ripped to shreds before your very eyes. Dread filled your gut as Manjiro slammed the door shut, twisting the lock completely and placing the key on one of the large sofas in the room. Izana turned his attention to his brother, brows furrowed in annoyance. “You’re late.” He snapped. “I told you midnight and this is past 1.”

“I had to make sure Emma was okay.” he said, making his way to the large king size bed in the middle of the room “She had a bad trip and some guy tried to feel her up while she was high. I had to stay with her while Ken-chin beat the fucker up.”

“Alright, fair enough.”

Your heart dropped Mikey turned his gaze to you with a frown on his lips. “You’re still clothed?” He clicked his tongue. “Izana, you wasted your money. A cheap whore like you doesn’t deserve to wear anything this pretty.”

Anger rose to your throat at his insult, and just at the entire situation in general. Was he doing this because he found out about you sleeping with Shinichiro? Is that it? “I’m not a whpre! Don’t ever call me a whore again! You get to sleep with multiple girls and harrass me-”

A shriek left your lips as Izana’s palm comes in contact with your face again, silencing you completely. Hot tears dotted your lash line, but you held it in, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of crying, despite the searing pain spreading throughout your face.

“Who the hell do you think you are to talk to my little brother like that?” Izana growled at you. “Mikey, you have spoiled her too much. Not even Senju talks to either of us that way.”

“I thought I was being nice.” You watch him climb on the bed properly, sitting with his legs spread out wide. “Turn her over, I’ll put her filthy mouth to good use.”

You’re swiftly spun around on your knees, face nestled near Mikey’s crotch. You feel Izana’s presence behind you, his hard on pressed on your asscheek. Before your very eyes, Mikey fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper, before tugging down his boxers, letting his fat cock slap your cheek hard.

“Suck”

You refused, clamping your mouth shut as you turned your head away from it. You’re going to make this as difficult as possible until they grow tired of you and let you go. You’ve never done this before and you don’t plan on giving him any pleasure out of your free will.

“So that’s how you want to behave? Alright.”

You bit back a scream as Mikey’s hand grabbed your permed hair tight, yanking you until you were directly in front of his cock. Izana pinched your nose tight making you open your mouth to breathe. The hand on your hair forced you down onto his cock, burying it until your nose hit his pelvis and the tip was far down your throat, completely forcing through your gag reflex.

“Fuck,” Mikey cursed underneath his breath, your gagging making his dick throb inside your hot mouth rapidly, nearly cumming instantly at how good you felt. “Her mouth, it’s fucking warm shit-”

Spittle drips down your mouth, smearing the lipstick all over your face as you gagged against him. Your brain nearly turned to mush with how hard his hand gripped onto your poor hair. You struggled to breathe, choking on the foreign appendage hurting your poor throat.

‘Don’t cry. Don’t cry-’

Izana doesn’t help matters either, the moment he released your nose, his hands gripped your ass again, grinding his bulge into you. He must have dragged down his own trousers, and left himself only in his boxers, his own cock curving towards your clit as he grinds on it.

Once Mikey regained control of himself, he experimentally thrusts into your mouth, making you gag on his cock helplessly and earning low whimper from him. Keeping your head in place, Mikey thrusts his hips steadily, bullying his member into your wet, tight thoat, silent ‘f-fuck’ and ‘so good’ spilling out of his lips, his head thrown back on the headboard in ecstacy. 

You’re so preoccupied with trying not to throw up while he increases his pace and struggling to breathe against his hairy pelvis, you momentarily forget that Izana is behind you until you feel his two hands grab the hem of your panties.

“You feel good Mikey?” Izana asked, smirking at the way the blond was bucking into your mouth like a wild animal in heat. Mikey let out a shaky ‘yes’, before thrusting into your mouth faster, making you retch, your hands clenching hard behind your back. Satisfied at the answer, Izana peeled off the underwear slowly, his eyes darkening at how wet you were, webbed like slick coating your bare pussy. 

“Holy fuck, you ARE a slut. Look at how wet you are.” he exclaimed, using two large fingers to gather the slick. Shame creeps up on you at how badly your own body is betraying you so much, reacting to everything they’re doing. As if it’s a good thing. You just want to crawl in a hole and disappear, never to be seen again-

Two fingers force their way past your ring of muscles, stretching you out instantly. Your eyes widened, a strangled cry leaving your mouth at the sudden intrusion. The vibration sends electricity from his cock, up to his spine and brain, causing him to nearly black out for a moment with how fucking good it felt.

That feeling. Fuck, at this point he wants to cum from that feeling.

“ ‘Zana -oh fuck yeah- don’t stop what you just did to her. Do it again.”

“Say please.”

Izana halted his movement instantly, leaving his fingers inside. Your body trembled, nearly frustrated at how he wasn’t moving or doing anything, just keeping them stagnant, making your body ache for more. Mikey wasn’t faring any better, tears of frustration dotting his lower lash line as he rocked his hips into your snug mouth, staring at his smug older brother, 100 percent serious.

“Please, ‘Zana, please, please-”

He continued his movements instantaneously, his fingers moving fast and hard. Your loud moans reverberated around Mikey’s cock, sending waves of hot pleasure throughout his body. Izana curled his fingers into you hard, making quick work of playing with your inner walls, the squelching noises, bouncing off Mikey’s loud whimpers throughout the room.

“Taking my fingers like the slut you are.” Izana spat, coupling it with a harsh slap to your ass. Your hole twitched instantly, tightening around his digits much to your horror and to his delight. “I’m beginning to think you like being treated like this.” He lands another harsh blow to your ass, conforming his theory as your body reacted positively, sucking his finger in deeper and looking back at his younger brother. “Mikey, she likes this. She likes being treated like whore. Her cunt sucks my finger in anytime I slap her ass”

You quickly lock eyes with the man in front of you, attempting to try and deny it, muffling a ‘no. It’s not true’, but he only smirks back at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he concurs with his brother.

“Knew i-it…” He moaned. “I can feel her moaning everytime. It’s obvious she loves i- ah uhn- she loves cock. That’s why she messed around with Shin-”

‘N-no’ you want to scream in defense of yourself. ‘That-that’s not what happened-’

Your mind numbs as Izana finally hits your g-spot after teasing it for so long, a loud moan reverberating all over Mikey’s member in your mouth. You lose control of your body all too quickly as Izana curls into it fast, his fingers working in tandem with Mikey’s trusts.

You’re a mess. Against your wish, you’re a drooling mess on Mikey’s cock, your mascara running down your face along with the tears of being face fucked, your throat on fire. Your body keeps betraying you as Izana brings you towards an approaching orgasm, as if he wants you to cum along with Mikey.

Sick.

“Close, make her cum with me ‘Zana,” he begged, his hips stuttering, close to orgasm. “Please I want to cum with her-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Focus on yourself.”

You feel sick, controlling the urge to throw up all over Mikey’s cock at the entire arrangement. The two of them are sick in the head. This isn’t a normal behavior between two brothers-

Your thoughts are cut off, Izana pressing deep against your g spot quickly, abusing it and tethering you closer to the edge, the familiar feeling of a rather tighter coil winding up in your stomach. Uncontrollable moans echo around Mikey’s cock, adding to his impending orgasm, his body tensing up as he fucked into your mouth faster than before.

“S-shit”

Hot, bitter semen shoots into your mouth and down your throat, much to your dismay, a low groan escaping his lips. Your body trembled, spraying clear like substance, coating Izana’s hand and clothes and your thighs.

“What the fuck?” Izana cursed. “You squirter too? You’re just full of surprises today aren’t ya?”

Mikey pulled his cock out of your mouth, catching his breath as he let go of your hair. Boneless, you fall to the bed, pain exploding in your scalp and jaw. Your throat is raw, even the action of whimpering is a tedious task.

“Let me see.”

You’re lifted off Mikey’s lap and Izana shifts from your back simultaneously, exchanging their positions. You come face to face with Izana now, his slicked back hair messed up and out of place. He smirked at you just as Mikey positioned his mouth right over your pussy, dark eyes drinking up the sight of your wetness.

The tanned male looks down at you, reveling in the terror in your eyes as he takes out his long cock, fully erect and taps it against your lips. “Say Ahh.” He mocked and you begrudgingly compiled, not wanting to deal with another blow to your face. You slowly engulfed him into your mouth, taking him inch by inch until you reached a comfortable length.

“Is something wrong with you?”

You looked up at him, confused at his statement. What did you do now-

Your eyes widened as he grabbed the back of your head and forced his cock down your throat once again, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling of your tight throat around him.  “Much better, that’s what I want.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks again, his pace slower than his brother’s as he fucked into your mouth, punching the back of your throat. His positioning of your head forced you to look at him in the face, watching as his brows pinched tight, purple eyes gazing at you mockingly. You feel dirty, helpless as he uses your mouth to get off. “Your mouth feels so good.” He swears under his breath, his cock pulsating in your mouth. “Bet you’re having fun huh? Finally getting the treatment you fucking deserve.”

You want to cry. Maybe if you apologize to them, they’ll stop. Was it the Emma thing? Was it Shinichiro? What did you do to them this time?

Your thoughts are silenced, jolting as a hand pinches your nub. Forced moans escaped your lips as Mikey drags his tongue over your wet folds. The vibrations of your mouth goes straight to Izana’s shaft and he jerks his hips hard into your mouth

“Fuck. Mikey- I think she likes that- ugh fuck-”

Mikey delves in deeper inside your hole with his tongue, thumb rubbing lazy 8’s over your poor clit. The feeling of your wet pussy clenching and trembling all over his tongue, your thighs quivering at the intensity drives him crazy. Izana bites his lip at how responsive you were, your warm mouth vibrating with garbles and moans, sending electricity throughout his body. He loves this view, your mouth stretched out wide, drooling and slobbering all over his dick, eyes teary from the stretch, nearly glossed over with how good your body feels.

He can see the humiliation in your eyes. Good. It turned him on the more.

Mikey loves your taste, one hand playing with your clit and his mouth latched over your hole, slurping and licking your plush walls. “Sweet” he murmured, feeling his cock go half mast at how delicious he thinks you are. He finds your trembling thighs cute, loving how good he makes you feel as you gush over his tongue. Your clit is hot to his touch but his hand is hotter, desperately rubbing you faster, just eager to have you cum for him so that he can taste more of you.

Your eyes watered with how intense you were feeling, the pleasure and pain nearly overwhelming you all at once. ‘Can’t. Stay, stay awake’ you repeated like a mantra. If you pass out, you won’t be able to at least talk yourself out of any further assault, you need to be awake to beg them to stop.

That is, if they would listen to you.

Your body writhes as an orgasm washes over you, choking out muffled moans on Izana’s cock. Mikey pulled away, his chin practically drenched in your fluids and eyes crossed over. You hear the zipper of your dress roll down and your dress falls down to your waist, revealing your bare back to the blonde behind you to attack with hot, messy kisses. Each kiss is coupled with his teeth breaking skin in your back, making you arch in pain, before surrounding his lips and tongue on the hurt area, sucking on it. Marking you.

Your attention is brought back to Izana as he yanks your head off his dick with one hand, msking you cough and sputter, your throat burning in pain from how rough he had been fucking you and grabbing his shaft in the other, jerking it in three pumps, growling as spurts of cum decorate your face and neck.

“That’s for spitting on my face.”

He releases your head and you fall face flat on the bed, still coughing and sputtering as he pulls himself off you and leaves the bed briefly. His footsteps echo throughout the room until he reaches his drawer, taking something out of it before walking back up to Mikey and you. The blond man pulled away from you - making you drop flat on your stomach, weak from having to stay in the kneeling position and, climbing off the bed, whispering something to each other that you couldn’t hear.

You use the opportunity to catch your breath, gathering your thoughts. You attempt to open your mouth when you feel the bed creak behind you again, a hand encircling around your waist and forcing you in a face down, ass up position.

A chill runs down your spine when a fluid substance is poured between your buttcrack.

“Wait, wait-"

A pained gasp emanated from your lips as two fingers forcefully pushed past your muscular rings and deep into your ass, spreading you apart. Your hands form fists behind you, nails digging into your palms as you drew blood.

“Told you she can take it.”

 Izana leaned over you until his breath hit your ears, his fingers pumping deep in your ass with well timed thrust. His tongue darts over the shell of your ear, dragging the hot muscle down your ear to the crevice, making you whimper with forced pleasure. Mikey feels his cock stir from watching the filthy sight, slowly but surely shedding his clothes off to join the both of you in bed, ready to fuck you after so many months of playing around.

There’s just something about watching Izana touch you that gets him going. He’s used to sharing everything with him, despite how different they were; birthdays, attention, at some point rooms. But being able to share someone, a person with Izana, despite how oddly possessive the both of them were was like a dream come true.

Maybe he understands now why he loves you so much. Izana is selfish, but is willing to let both of them have you. You made it possible for them to reach an agreement, without fighting over who gets to have you first.

And maybe Izana doesn’t notice it yet, but it’s more than just hatred pushing him to do this. It's a desire. And Mikey is fine with that. Izana comes first before you and he’ll gladly tear you apart to please his brother.

Completely naked, Mikey joins you on the bed, moving his body in front of you. Izana helps him raise your figure up, holding you up for Mikey to admire. Dark eyes scan your body, from your teary face with makeup running along your face, to your neck, swollen with hickeys from both him and Izana, down to your exposed breasts, nipples perked up. You’re struggling to form the words ‘s-stop’, your eyes crossed as the pain from the anal fingering has translated into pleasure.

His hands grabbed your boobs, massaging the soft tissue roughly, making you tremble underneath his touch, adding to the pleasure of his brother’s tongue playing with your ear. Mikey lowered his head to one of your tits, engulfing one into his mouth and the other with his hand, his tongue circling around your nipple, a satisfied moan escaping his lips. Izana added another finger, making you scream and trash around their grip, working you open for him.

“Too much, stop, stop it!” You cried, struggling against your restraint. Your body was too sensitive, everything either hurt too much or felt too good, clouding your sense of judgment bit by bit. “Stop touching me-”

Izana slid his hand out of your ass and starts undressing himself, watching Mikey suck and lick your breasts with hooded eyes, his other hand slowly jerking off his fat cock, the tip tethering at your entrance soaked with slick from your previous orgasm and their ministrations on your body. You wriggle in his grasp as he drags you by your waist onto his thighs, nestling his dick between your wet folds.

Letting go of your nipples with a loud pop, Mikey glanced at Izana who was also now naked as he asked “Can I put it in? You’re the one that invited her. Don’t you want her first?”

“NO!” You screamed in horror, attempting to fight for your life, feeling sick to your stomach at what was to come, repulsed by how his dick seemed to pulse between your folds with anticipation. “Both of you stop, please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, just stop, STOP-”

“I brought her for you, Mikey, go ahead.”

“No, no NO STOP STOP-”

Your entire lower body seizes with pain, Mikey bullying his cock in one go, past your tight muscles and deep into your wet hole, a burning sensation shooting throughout your vagina at the painful stretch. His eyes widened at how tight your pussy was as he watched his cock disappear, a loud whimper of your name erupting from his lips. It felt just as perfect as he imagined- tight and snug around his fat cock; hot, very hot and soft, the walls slowly accommodating him.

He stays there, unmoving as he buries his head into your neck, whimpering at how good it feels around his pulsating member, fearing that he would cum instantly if he doesn’t calm down. Your head lolled onto his shoulder, sobs escaping your swollen lips, begging him to stop, pull out, anything but this and all it does is make him throb with glee.

You’re breaking. Good. Now you’ll know how he felt when he found out what you did with Shin.

“How does it feel, Mikey? You feel good?”

He nodded in response, before giving an experimental thrust upwards, a mindblowing feeling of your soft walls finally hugging his cock washing over him, a quiet “uhn” escaping through parted lips into his ears. No woman has ever made him feel this good; not the sex worker he first slept with, not Senju, not the faceless women.

No one else can compare to you, ever.

He starts fucking into you slowly, his hips rolling expertly into your cunt, light, pap pap pap noises echoing throughout Izana’s large room. He pulled his face from your neck to look at your face, watching you lose your mind on his fat shaft, lips parted in an O shape, your tits bouncing as he grinds into you.

“You look like a fucking pornstar.” Mikey breathes out, eyes blown wide with lust, as his grip on your hip tightens. He’s careful to tease your g spot- waiting for the right moment, causing you to whine, large tears rolling down your cheeks “S’cute.”

Izana watches the both of you fall apart, Mikey increases his pace and you struggle to keep your last shred of sanity, hot tears falling down your cheeks as the pain subsides into a pleasurable feeling. He slowly teases his cock, coating it with lube as Mikey bounced you on his dick until it was wet enough, ready to approach you.

You feel a presence behind you, Izana’s hardened appendage pressing against your fissure much to your horror. “If she looks like one then we should fuck her like one, hmm?”

You open your mouth to  scream but Mikey beats you to it, kissing your mouth sloppily as he angled his hips upwards, hitting your pleasure spot repeatedly until you can. Muffled cries leave your lips begging for them to stop through screams as Izana slid into your ass, inch by inch, cursing underneath his breath until he was deep inside you.

“Shit, her ass feels so fucking good- she takes cock so well”

It was too much. Everything was too much for you. You don’t know where pain ends and pleasure starts, your mind completely broken into pieces as they both stuffed you full with their cocks, stretching you out until they’re fully acclimated with your holes. Your body and mind goes slack when Izana thrusts into you, hard, pressing an unknown spot that has you clamping down on Mikey’s cock, your walls throbbing around it and Mikey returns the favor by hitting your g-spot, causing your hot ass to tighten around Izana’s cock, both men groaning and panting in your ears.

“That’s it… take it.” Izana growled into your ears, the squelching of your wet ass and pussy being taken by the two of them, the scent of sex and lube permeating the air. His hand slaps at you plump cheek hard, making both holes clenching hard, his other hand forcing you to look at his face as he pleasures himself with your hole. “Take our cocks you pathetic whore.”

Sobs rack your entire body as they rocked their hips into you at a fast pace, pain and pleasure from both of them melding together, hitting your pleasure spots from both holes and setting your body on fire. Your body betrays you again, despite your lips pleading for mercy, your vision blinding white, practically trembling with an intense, unexpected orgasm. They fall over the edge soon after, ropes of cum shooting deep into your holes.

You think it’s the end. That it’s over. But Mikey is still hard and Izana’s cock is twitching to life again, sliding out of your ass and watching his cum spill from the gaping hole.

“I wanna feel her ass.”

“Turn her over, I need shoot my load inside her, let’s see who can get her pregnant first”

You’re flipped over, facing Izana and Mikey wastes no time in burying his fat dick inside your sore asshole, his lips kissing the nape of your neck as if it would make the stretch burn less. Izana captures your parted lips in a bruising kiss, also burying his pulsating cock inside your plush sensitive walls, groaning into the kiss before pulling away once he was buried to the hilt.

You blank out at the first thrust, your last coherent thought haunting your mind.

‘I should never have been born’

monica notes: please remember to reblog, comment, send asks about what you think and most importantly take care of yourselves. Thank you for being patient with me. Special thanks to Zaya, for the orange lily scene and everyone on discord for helping me through each scene. Much love.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #mikey sano smut #mikey sano x reader #mikey sano x reader smut #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana kurokawa smut #izana x reader smut #izana x reader x mikey #mikey x reader smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tw. dark content

[xyzstar]

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓

— “𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑴, 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬"

pairings: charles leclere x singer! reader

summary: your teasing your new singles that are inspired by your recent hate/"controversy"

face claim: madison beer, pinterest girls (aesthetic purposes only!)

a/n: pt2 of anti-hero but could also be read as a standalone!! i will be making a pt3 so lookout for that 😆😆 (the comments are long mb and also yes ik slut & vigilante shit aren’t on the same album but this is fiction!!!)

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ynlnofficial secrets out ig! at least i finally get to show off my sexy man 😍😍🤫😉😘😇😅

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charles_leclerc i love you so much chérie 💗

↳ ynlnofficial i love you more honey ❤️

charles_leclerc our privacy only lasted for three months 😞

↳ landonorris YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN DATING FOR THREE MONTHS???

↳ ynlnofficial yeah 😆😆

↳ ynhatersclub doesn’t that mean you cheated on your ex with him

↳ ynlnofficial um no actually!! those photos of us arguing we were already broken up and were friends only but then he started getting jealous when i would hangout with charles, we weren’t even together at that time, but he was degrading me and calling me stuff i’ve seen a lot in my comments that’s why i was crying. our breakup was in private months before those pictures were taken so keep hating on me even though you don’t know the full story.

↳ ynmylove OH YOU GAGGED HER

oscarpiastri when i tell you my jaw dropped (no it didn’t because i already knew, my detective skills are too amazing 💪)

ynlnupdates BYE NOT YOU POSTING THE PAPARAZZI PICS OF YOU TWO

ynfan101 YOU DID NOT COME TO PLAY WITH THE LYRICS

↳ ynmylove she’s bold bold 😭😭

↳ ynlnupdates she really shut everyone up, as she should!

arthur_leclerc WHEN CAN I MEET YOU

↳ charles_leclerc no

↳ arthur_leclerc why no? 🤬

↳ charles_leclerc don’t want you scaring her away from me

ynlnsucks where are all the hate comments? i need to like them all 😂😂

↳ yntheclown she’s probably deleting them all 😒

sabrinacarpenter so happy for you, you deserve nothing but love and happiness 🤍

❤️ by creator and charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc my beautiful, talented, amazing, sweet, funny, lovely gf i love you! 💗💗

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ynlnofficial BABY THE CAPTION IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY

ynlnofficial i love you so much more handsome 💋💋

yourbsfuser y/n’s body is tea

↳ ynlnofficial did i eat or did i eat 🤫🤫

↳ yourbsfuser oh bestie you ATE TF UP

landonorris this is so cute i’m gonna throw up

arthur_leclerc my future sister in law fr

↳ ynlnofficial literally!! (i will never let go of cha 😈😈)

↳ charles_leclerc yay 🥳🥳 (please let me out of your basement)

ynfan101 YOUR HAND IN THE SECOND PIC HELLO

↳ ynmylove i gasped when i saw

mrsleclerc she doesn’t deserve you

oscarpiastri call me a professional stalker or wtv 🤫🙏

↳ ynlnofficial oh that’s not…

↳ oscarpiastri in the sense that…

↳ ynfan101 i love how well y/n and charles friends are already getting along 🥰

yntheclown she only wants your money, wake up.

iloveyn WAIT A MIN GUYS THE FOURTH SLIDE?

↳ ynloml NEW ALBUM?????

↳ charles_leclerc 🤫🤐

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ynlnofficial 🎤🎶

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charles_leclerc i am so ready

↳ iloveyn ready for what 🤨

ynloml are you teasing a new song or album…

ynmylove i’m manifesting a new album 🙏

ynhatersclub delete your whole existence

sabrinacarpenter 🖤🤍

yourbsfuser you’re so hot marry me 😍

↳ ynlnofficial anything for you gorgeous 😘😘

↳ charles_leclerc stop trying to steal my gf 😡

oscarpiastri time to go into stalker mode again to solve this mystery

↳ ynlnofficial oh!

ynlnsucks second pic is true 🤡

enyaumanzor babe…

↳ ynlnofficial yes…

arthur_leclerc white and black pics (white = **** black = ********* ****)

↳ ynlnofficial ok genius 🤓☝️

↳ ynmylove does this mean two songs?!?!?!

↳ ynloml wait guys hear me out…y/n gave a sneak peak of her new songs to arthur and charles because it seems they’re the only ones who aren’t confused

↳ iloveyn no because you have a point

yntheclown where’s your shirt

↳ ynlnofficial on @/charles_leclerc bedroom floor :))

↳ ynlnupdates your honor i fear she ate 😹😹😹

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charles_leclerc what if all i need is you?

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arthur_leclerc got love struck went straight to my head

↳ ynlnofficial got love sick all over my bed

↳ ynmylove OHMYGOD ARE THESE LYRICS

↳ ynloml ITS HAPPENING

↳ ynfan101 FINALLY WE’RE GETTING MORE MASTERPIECES

iloveyn the fact that both charles and his brother arthur know the lyrics to her song that hasn’t even been released yet

yourbsfuser face card never declines

↳ ynlndrama it always does

↳ ynhatersclub she’s ugly on the inside and outside

↳ charles_leclerc blocked and reported

↳ ynlnofficial you want me so badly

↳ charles_leclerc well you are my gf for a reason

landonorris how come arthur got a sneak peak of y/n’s song but i didn’t?? 🙄

↳ oscarpiastri sucks to be you ig 😹😹

↳ landonorris HAVE YOU HEARD IT?!

↳ ynlnofficial he blackmailed me to let him listen to it before it was released ://

↳ carlossainez55 say what now?

↳ oscarpiastri told you guys i’m a professional stalker

ynlnsucks it’s probably trash

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oscarpiastri me listening to side a vs me listening to side b

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charles_leclerc ME

arthur_leclerc i go from 🥰💗🎀 to 😒🖤🦹🏻‍♂️

landonorris @/ynlnofficial show me to me please, send it to me rachel 😖😞

↳ ynlnofficial 👩‍🦯‍➡️

ynlnofficial YAS KING, 👑 you dropped this

↳ ynlnupdates YOU’RE TOO FUNNY Y/N

ynlnofficial thanks for the support pookie dookie 🥸

↳ oscarpiastri i do not agree with that nickname

carlossainez55 haven’t heard it yet 😔💔

↳ landonorris me either 😪

↳ landonorris i’m going insane

↳ ynlnofficial you’ll live ❤️

charles_leclerc ok but you don’t love her music like i love her music

↳ oscarpiastri are you trying to gatekeep y/n 😅

↳ charles_leclerc yes.

yourbsfuser ms girl did not come to play

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ynlnofficial slut coming out in 3 days, vigilante shit coming out in 6 days 🤍🖤

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landonorris THREE DAYS??? SIX DAYS??? I CANNOT WAIT THAT LONG

enyaumanzor serving cunt as always queen

landonorris i’m genuinely tweaking

↳ ynlnofficial yikes! well too bad so sad 🥰🥰

sabrinacarpenter will be streaming

↳ ynlnsucks the fact that the only person she replied to is lando, didn’t even reply to her own bf

ynlnupdates IM BEYOND EXCITED

yourbsfuser PERIOD QUEEN I LOVE TO SEE IT

ynmylove i’m gonna faint.

yntheclown it’s gonna flop

ynhatersclub is your bf gonna buy all your listeners?

charles_leclerc can’t wait for everyone else to hear your masterpieces 💗

↳ landonorris i can’t wait either 💔💔💔💔💔

arthur_leclerc SCREAMING

ynlndrama we don’t want this trash

ynswifeyy FREAKING TF OUT

oscarpiastri 🥳🥳

ynlnsucks boring

↳ ynfan101 stfu no one asked for your opinion

zendaya i already know i’m gonna love them both

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charles_leclerc my gf’s new songs is out, go stream slut on any music platform 💗💗

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charles_leclerc forgot to mention i’m super proud of you @/ynlnofficial 😘😘

↳ ynlnofficial in a world of boys you’re a gentleman ❤️

landonorris FINALLY I GET TO HEAR IT

ynlnsucks insta needs to add a dislike button

↳ charles_leclerc thanks for reminding me to block you :))

ynfan101 RIPPING MY HAIR OUT

oscarpiastri ascending to heaven

ynlnofficial i love you with all my heart cha, i couldn’t have done this without you :((

↳ charles_leclerc i’ll always be here to pull you in when you breakdown, i love you so much amour!!

ynmylove ik this is the bare minimum BUT HES SO PERFECT FOR HER

yourbsfuser THE BEST SONG TO EVER BEEN WRITTEN

ynloml when she’s so in love she writes a song about him >>

↳ ynlnupdates and the fact that she never wrote a song about her ex

❤️ by creator and ynlnofficial

arthur_leclerc EVERYONE GO STREAM MY SISTER IN LAWS NEW SONG NOW!!! (or else i’ll haunt you in your dreams.)

↳ ynlnofficial well maybe let’s not threaten people!

↳ charles_leclerc IF EVERYONE DOESN’T LISTEN TO MY GF’S NEW SONG I WILL RETIRE FROM F1

↳ ynlnofficial CHARLES LECLERC DON’T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT

↳ charles_leclerc sorry :// (no i’m not)

landonorris i cant stop listening to it, istg ive played it 10 times already

↳ ynlnofficial it was just released like half an hour ago???

↳ landonorris ITS SO GOOD IM OBSESSED

carlossainez55 running to spotify

pierregasly a tear was shed

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ynlnofficial ‘slut’ is out now!! i wanna give a special thanks to the loml for always being there for me with open arms 💗💗

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arthur_leclerc art (except for that fact that it’s about my brother 🤢)

ynmylove honestly it’s one of the best songs i’ve heard in awhile

charles_leclerc i love you so much i swear i’m gonna marry you one day ❤️

↳ ynlnofficial SHUT UP (don’t actually shut up because i love you future husband 💗)

ynlnupdates ATE DOWN AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

landonorris my new favorite song!!!!!

ynmywifeyy thank you for this wonderful song mother 🙏

enyaumanzor slut will be included in my media of the week

↳ ynlnofficial you’re amazing ily??????!?!?

ynhatersclub give us nothing like always ms gold digging slut 😂😂

↳ charles_leclerc while you’re too busy hating on a successful and beautiful woman you probably cry yourself to sleep WISHING you could be half the woman she is.

↳ ynloml oh to have a supportive bf who defends you like charles does

sabrinacarpenter sososo good! 🤍

❤️ by creator

yntheclown and the whole crowd boos and throws tomatoes at you

↳ landonorris and the whole friend group blocks and reports you

yourbsfuser you’re welcome for taking that first pic (unlike charles)

↳ oscarpiastri he was too busy drooling over y/n

↳ charles_leclerc and im not ashamed about it

ynlnsucks gold digger

↳ carlossainez55 be more creative next time you wanna insult an icon

ynlndrama they can never make me like you 🔥🔥

↳ oscarpiastri no one cares or asked 🔥🔥

ynmylove it’s so sweet the way the guys defend y/n :((

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ynlnupdates your honor they’re made for each other!! (the lyrics are so sweet i wanna cry)

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ynfan101 SO CUTENESS AHH

ynlnsucks 🤢🤢

yntheclown trigger warning next time

ynmywifeyy my fav couple

ynlnofficial future husband 💗💗

↳ ynlndrama until he runs out of money and you move onto the next rich guy

ynhatersclub she’s such an annoying person and is only acting like the victim for fame

yourbsfuser no one compares to them

charles_leclerc the literal love of my life ❤️❤️

ynlnupdates HELP NOT OSCAR LIKING

↳ ynmylove he’s the biggest y/ncharles supporter

↳ ynlnofficial he’s our child

↳ oscarpiastri 😁😁

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taglist: @bibissparkles @reguluscrystals @maplesyrupsainz @distancedss @callsignwidow @exotic-iris13 @spitesfvl-blog

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #f1 x you #f1 smau #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

[swordsandholly]

Across the Way

Ch.3: The New Normal

Retired!Ghoap x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

MDNI

Ao3 | Previous - Next

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live. Plus, the men who own the butcher’s shop across the street seem nice.

Sometimes Simon still feels like he’s in a dream. The world around him seems effervescent - so ready to slip through his fingers at a moments notice. He expects to pass through Johnny, as though the man was never there, that this house and home and world will crumble and he’ll wake to that grey, cracked ceiling above his bunk in the basic training barracks again.

But then Johnny grumbles something under his breath - because the man cannot shut up, even in deep REM - and turns over, hand resting on Simon’s chest. Even in his sleep the Scot knows how to ground him like nothing else. Like a sixth sense.

He can see discomfort in his husband’s furrowed brow. The hand on his chest twitches.

Ah. He’s going to wake up to a bad day.

Simon figures he won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon, so he may as well prepare. Even he isn’t sure exactly how he knows what will be in store when Johnny opens his eyes but he knows. Every twinge and wince expertly memorized with the same precision that made him do so well in the SAS.

Speaking of, Simon checks his phone while he lines up Johnny’s pain medication. Today’s his call with Price. A monthly reoccurrence. Every third Thursday. The old man and his control issues could never let him or Johnny fully go - he insisted to keep in touch. Even if it is just a monthly call. Simon knows the real reason - that Price was worried about how two gung-ho soldiers would settle into civilian life but the man would never admit to such sentiment.

Johnny stirs, a low groan passing his lips as he tries to hoist himself up. Simon presses his hand to his husband’s back, stilling him with a gentle touch.

“Lay back. Let me ‘elp you up.” He murmurs, rearranging the pillows slowly before wrapping an arm around Johnny’s waist to pull him into a sitting position.

Johnny presses his forehead into his palm, screwing his eyes shut. A small whimper escapes his throat - the sound breaks Simon’s heart every time.

“Rate it.”

Johnny sighs, thinking for a moment. Taking stock of it all. “…Three…?”

“Love.” Simon levels a look at Johnny. One he knows will get the man cut the bullshit.

“…five.”

“Thank you.” Simon nods, turning on his heel to get the proper medication. It’s a particularly bad day, if Johnny is willing to admit to anything above a two or three. For anyone else that’s a seven easy. Stubborn bastard. Simon opens the cabinet to grab the stronger stuff - their on hand back up.

Johnny tries to take it sparingly. He doesn’t want to grow too much of a tolerance - doesn't want to get addicted. Simon isn’t too worried about that, but Johnny insists.

“‘Ere.” Simon holds out two little pills and a cup of water. “Need ‘elp takin’ it?”

Johnny grimaces but nods. Simon’s gut churns with worry. It’s rare for the man to put aside his pride. To allow Simon to carefully tip his head back, cradling it with tender care as Johnny slowly sips at the glass.

“Thanks…” He seems almost bashful despite this being easily the least compromising position Simon has seen Johnny in.

“We’ll take it easy today. Get some take out...” Simon mumbles, reaching under the bed for the heated blanket. On the worst days Johnny’s circulation in his limbs seems to nearly freeze up. How that happens because of a brain injury the doctors have never been able to say.

“Simon?” Johnny murmurs.

“Hm?”

“Kiss me?”

Simon barks out a laugh. The way he still blushes when he asks after all these years is too cute for words. Johnny can say the most salacious shit with a perfectly straight face and then when he asks for such a simple touch he’s flustered like a schoolgirl.

Of course, Simon would never deny him. It’s impossible to say no to those big baby blues.

“I’m going to let Riley out into the yard. Want t’ take a bath when I get back?” Simon offers as he pulls back, running a thumb over Johnny’s lip and hoping the medication will have kicked in by then.

”Tryin’ tae get my clothes off, Mr. Riley?”

Simon rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t ‘ave to scheme t’do that.”

Johnny clicks his tongue. “I’m no’ tha’ easy.”

“Tell that to the maintenance closet in Hereford.”

“Yer no better.” Johnny grins. “Brazil?”

“Shut it.” He makes a playful cutting motion by his neck. Johnny just laughs at him. Simon wishes, like every time before, that he could have the sound carved into his very marrow.

He clicks his tongue and Riley follows dutifully. They got her an automatic feeder long ago so she’s already had her breakfast. Really it was a necessity - back when Johnny was in too much pain the majority of the time for Simon to step away too long. She’s been so patient with them. She runs around the yard excitedly while he throws the ball a few times to get her energy out. Some outside time will tie her over until he can take her for a proper walk.

The weather’s nice today. Johnny will be disappointed he missed out on so much sun.

Simon turns on his heel to go up and get the water started. They installed an extra large tub not long after moving in. Baths together were a small luxury back in the day - cramming both of themselves into shitty hotel tubs and the base housing showers. They never quite fit - usually Simon’s leg would end up hooked over the side of the bath. Or Johnny’s. Working the man open and loose after a long, hard mission-

He stops that thought I’m it’s tracks. That’s not the line of thinking for today.

Simon settles Johnny in first thing. He’s lighter than he used to be. That extra layer of muscle worn down and away over all that time in hospital and in physical therapy. That scared Simon, at first. The idea that Johnny had become another fragile thing for him to ruin. Something he could break.

It was a selfish thought.

The water is hotter than Simon would usually like as he climbs in, but it’s based on Johnny’s preference. Plus it relaxes his muscles - the stinging in his nerves from misfires in his brain. The tremble in his hands.

Simon takes it all in, gently dragging his knuckles over Johnny’s perfect cheekbone. The tender motion no longer feels foreign, which is strange in and of itself.

“Comfortable?” He asks.

Johnny hums and nods.

They stay quiet while they sit. Johnny always seems to glow in the morning light. Angelic. If Simon were better with words he’d write poems. He tried a few times, though he’d never admit that out loud.

The closest he got were his vows (still not good enough). Nothing can encapsulate what it is to love John MacTavish.

“I worry.” Johnny sighs, pulling Simon from his thoughts.

“Bout what?” Simon turns toward him, lowering his reading glasses.

“The baker. She’s all alone over there y’know?” Johnny sighs.

Simon hums. His big hearted boy. “Y’should be worried about yourself.”

Johnny scoffs. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, cause you’re ‘opped up on goofberries.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.” Johnny laughs.

“C’mere.” Simon turns him so that Johnny’s back is against his chest, grabbing one of the extra shampoo bottles to scrub down his hair.

“Thinkin’ about getting’ rid of the mo-hawk…” He murmurs.

“Don’t you dare.” Simon blurts before he realizes, face heating at the admission. Johnny just laughs at him again.

“It’s no’ very dignified. Doesnnae scream grown-man-in-his-thirties.”

“No. But it screams Johnny MacTavish. ‘ow else am I goin’ t’find you in a crowd?”

“Fair point.” Johnny tilts his head back to look up at his husband, grinning. “More hair fer ye tae grab, though. Proper handle.”

Simon huffs. “See, now that’s just playin’ dirty.”

“Simon Jr. likes it.”

“Please stop callin’ it that. It’s been bloody fuckin’ years.”

“Never.”

Simon rolls his eyes. By the end of their exchange the water has started to get cold. He gives himself a very bare minimum scrub down - the perks of having buzzed hair - before climbing out to grab them towels and fresh pajamas.

Before all of this he’d never considered the importance of comfortable clothes. Layer-able. Soft. Breathable. Easy to maneuver in on a bad day when Johnny can hardly walk - though it hasn’t been that bad for a long while. Strange how needs change and fluctuate.

“D’you want to go downstairs or stay up ‘ere?” He asks, patting Johnny dry while he sits on the side of the tub.

“Definitely down.” Johnny nods decisively, wincing at the motion.

“A’right.” Simon scoops the man up bridal style. Back in the day he would’ve thrown Johnny over his shoulder with ease. These days he has to move slower, keeping Johnny steady so as not to jostle his head and irritate his pain. It’s been good, he thinks, to practice gentile touches for the first time in his life.

It’s easy to settle Johnny onto their large, L-shaped couch. To set him up on a throne of blankets and pillows that envelope his frame entirely. They throw on some rom-com as low background noise. It’s not long before he falls asleep, the medication finally fully taking effect and sending him into one of those deep sleeps that will last until his next dose around lunch.

Simon glances over to Johnny’s peacefully sleeping face. Lips parted, quietly snoring.

Might as well get his call done now while the man’s well and truly passed out.

“The prodigal son returns.” Price announces loudly on the other end of the phone.

“Y’talked t’ me last month.” Simon scoffs.

“Ach, well, have t’ give you some shite here an’ there. Gotta tap down that ego.” He sighs. There’s an edge to his voice despite the attempt at a playful tone.

“Y’sound tired, Cap.” Simon settles into the couch, keeping his voice low.

“You’re no better.” The old man grouses. His voice has only gotten grittier over time, though he won’t admit it to be the cigars’ doing “How’s he doin’?”

There’s always a hint of guilt in his voice when he asks. Even four years later, he can’t let it go - can’t forgive the damage done to Johnny. The best of them. None of them could ever blame him for it. There isn’t any blame to be had.

“Alright.” Simon shrugs to no one. “Bad day today but he’s been better on the whole.”

“Good.” Price sighs. There’s a creaking noise - like he’s settling back into an office chair. “You solid?”

Simon huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Got a new bakery in town. That was enough to have the area properly twitterpated all week.”

“Any good?”

“Actually, yes. Johnny’s taken a shine to the owner.”

“That boy would take a shine to a black hole.”

“Ah, you’d like ‘er. Soft little thing - that’s your whole deal innit?”

Price splutters, Simon laughs. It’s the only thing that can get the Captain off kilter. Throw a live grenade at the man and he’s steady as a rock; mention anything about his love life and he’s no better than a flustered teenager.

There’s a pause.

“Kyle is up for Lieutenant.” Price says.

Simon freezes, swallowing roughly. It’s not that he’s not happy for Gaz - hell the boy deserves it more than anyone - but his thoughts go to Johnny. How he’ll react. He’s been doing so well, these past several months. The news could make him spiral… or he could take it perfectly fine.

It’s a fifty-fifty.

“Yeah, I was worried about how Soap would take it, too.” Price sighs. “Figured I should tell you first.”

“He’ll be fine…He’ll be fine.” The repetition is more to convince himself, really. Simon shakes his head. “Might wait to tell ‘im until ‘e feels better, though.”

“Probably for the best.”

Simon hums.

“How are you doing, Riley?”

“Fine.”

“Y’sure?” Price knows him too well, Simon thinks. Knows how much the military meant to him - how much he needed it.

“I’ve got Johnny.” Simon looks wistfully at his husband, still snoring on the couch in his mass of pillows and blankets. “What else could I ever need?”

Price laughs - loud and full bodied. “You’ve become a sap in your old age, eh?”

“Who’s callin’ who old, here? You’re practically a bloody fossil.”

“Oi, watch it.”

“S’good to talk t’you, Cap.” Simon sighs, sinking further into the couch.

“You too, kid.” Price sighs as well. “I’ve got to go but… do you want me to let you know when Kyle’s ceremony is?”

Simon clicks his tongue. “Yeah. As much as I hate the pomp and circumstance.”

“We all do.”

“Yeah.”

“Take care of each other.” Simon can practically see the way Price is most likely nodding along to the words.

“Always.” Simon nods. He rests his head on the back of the couch, tossing his phone off to the side and staring up at the ceiling.

If he thinks about it too hard - about the SAS and Price and Gaz… that whole life - his chest begins to ache. The military saved him, in many ways. The military gave him his greatest love despite all the fear and strangeness that came with that.

Simon looks over at Johnny’s sleeping form.

He’s worth it.

He’s always been worth it.

Between the three month long coma - the even longer physical therapy - Johnny’s been through hell, to say the least. Truly came back from the dead. What is it, in the grand scheme, for Simon to have to make a career change in order to grasp onto this second chance?

Who knows if he would have even been able to stay in the military if Johnny died. He’d break, surely. He broke the first time Johnny crashed. Fractured upon the second. Died with him on the third.

His therapist says it’s not good for him to romanticize and aggrandize that kind of trauma. She’s probably right but there are worse ways to frame it.

They’re both broken. They’re both healing.

His thoughts drift to you as all things seem to recently. Why do you always seem so sad? Your eyes a far more tired than your age would suggest - the eyes of a woman on her deathbed and ready to go. He’s seen that look too many times in his own reflection not to know it by heart.

He’ll check on you when he goes to the shop tomorrow. For Johnny’s sake.

~~~

“Simon! How are you?” You smile wide. Always smiling. It’s not bright, like Johnny’s, though. There’s a pull at the edges. It doesn’t always reach your eyes.

“Fine.” Simon says more gruffly than he means to.

You swallow nervously. He can tell he makes you uncomfortable. Squirrelly. You don’t shrink away, though. Brave little thing, he thinks. “Uh, Johnny stay home today?”

He nods solemnly. “Migraine started up yesterday.”

“Oh, I hate that.” You frown. So genuine. “I’ve got some extra white bread. Easy on the stomach. I could-“

“That’s kind, but not why I’m ‘ere.” He cuts you off. It’s rude, yeah, but he’s seen the way you can chatter and has a point to get to.

“O-oh?” You squeak.

He steps closer, setting a little sticky note on your counter with two numbers messily scrawled across it, each labeled as his and Johnny’s. Maybe he should’ve gotten Johnny to write it. At least his twos and sevens don’t look alike. “Johnny mentioned you were woozy, when you first met. Said you have a thing.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head. “And?”

It’s defensive. Your shoulders are more square than before, lips slightly pursed and arms crossing over yourself involuntarily. It looks wrong on you, if he’s honest.

“And you don’t seem t’ ‘ave anyone around to look after you.” Simon continues bluntly. “If you need anythin’ you give us a call.”

Your expression morphs into surprise, then bashfulness. He takes it in categorically just like everything else. “Th-that’s really sweet… you don’t have to-“

“It’s only right.” He cuts you off again.

It is. You’re a young woman all alone in a new country with some sort of illness. Something chronic based on Riley’s alert. Simon might be cold but he isn’t heartless - not anymore, at least. Johnny saw to that. Even if he doesn’t know what it is, even if you’re obviously smart and independent, there are too many variables for his or Johnny’s liking.

Simon doesn’t know how to interpret the look you give him. It’s grateful. Soft in the same way as when he gave you that little cut of beef. There’s something else on the edges - not quite desperation. Not quite fear. Something that furrows your brow minutely and has your eyes flicking wildly between his.

You’re afraid of an ulterior motive.

“Take care.” Simon nods once, turning on his heel to leave.

“W-wait-“ He feels a tug on the sleeve of his hoodie. When he turns your eyes are wide, shining. “I… uh…”

“Yes?”

You bite your lip, a consistent habit if the chapped skin is anything to go by. You pull your hand back quickly, pressing it to your chest. “S-sorry, never mind…”

Simon doesn’t press. He never does. Far be it for a man like him to try to force secrets out of someone. So, with another good-bye and a nod, he makes his way out of the shop and starts toward the car to go home. At least, he should.

Instead he stops a little way down the street. Far enough he can still see into your shop without you noticing him. He watches the way you pick up the paper carefully, cradling it in your soft fingers. The way you frown at it, taking a deep breath before pocketing it and disappearing into the back of the shop. He can’t place what compels him to watch you. What keeps pulling them both in.

When he pushes the door open, he expects a quiet house. Dark and silent as Johnny sleeps his pain away upstairs. Instead, he’s greeted with the sounds of pots and pans and Johnny’s voice echoing down the hall - singing along to Celine Dion (though he’d never admit to it if asked).

“Johnny?” Simon turns to corner.

“Och, welcome home!” The Scot shoots him a grin over his shoulder.

“You should be in bed.” Simon kicks off his boots and meanders to the kitchen.

“A man cannae cook fer his husband?”

“Johnny.”

Johnny turns, grinning wide. “I’m fine, Si. Really. Trust me.”

Simon sighs, stepping forward and resting his hands on Johnny’s waist. “I trust you. Y’know that. I just worry.”

“I ken, I ken.” Johnny chuckles, planting a series of kisses across Simon’s face.

Simon sighs, leaning against the kitchen counter while Johnny gets back to cooking. So domestic. Still so strange that this is their normal.

“Kyle is up for Lieutenant.” It comes out in a jumble - more uncertain than Simon is used to.

Johnny pauses, hand flexing around the spatula in his grip. It’s so brief you could almost miss it before going back to sautéing the vegetables in the pan. “Good. He deserves it.”

Simon hums, watching, waiting for a reaction. Eyeing his husband with all the scrutiny he can muster. “Price invited us to the ceremony.”

“Aye.” Johnny nods. “We should go.”

“Are… you alright with that?”

Johnny turns, a slight furrow in his perfect brow. “Why wouldnnae I be?”

Simon searches his face - tries to gather any evidence to the contrary. He finds none. Just a genuine look of confusion at what he said.

Good lad.

“We’ll go, then.”

“Hope there’s an open bar.” Johnny chuckles and turns back to dinner. Normal, casual, comfortable.

They’re both healing.

A/N: I’m not totally in love with how this chapter turned out but I’d rather get it out and get to the next than lose motivation bc I got stuck.

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[wildemaven]

dream with me…

You’ve been with Joel for a few years— not in that sense. You met him somewhere between outbreak day and Boston. Smugglers together under the guidance of Tess.

You were both hardened by the same thing— tormented by the fact that you both lost everything that meant the most to you.

The only difference between you both, you harbored feelings for a man who would never have the same for you.

It was on a failed smuggling operation that your life moving forward would change forever. You fumbled the job horribly, nearly getting yourself killed by a group of runners.

Joel had to save your ass. Wasted energy and time, Joel told you, costing you both to forfeit the rest of the job and head back empty handed.

You knew you fucked up and the tension that simmered upon arriving back was obvious. You attempted to smooth things over, apologize for your fuck up and promising to make up for the loss in any way possible.

‘I don’t care what you do, you almost got us killed. I’d be fine if we never spoke again’ was all Joel said to you before icing you out completely.

Tess tried to convince you to stay. Let everything blow over like it usually does. But you could bear to stay any longer, feeling like a walking hazard to the group. It was only time before you got hurt or worse— someone else would.

Tommy offered you to join him, as he was leaving in the morning to meet up with a group of fireflies heading west. You agreed, asking him to not tell anyone that you were leaving with him.

You took one last look at what had been home for you since arriving in Boston. Glancing at Joel’s closed door briefly, then slipping out undetected, before the sun even had a chance to shine over the QZ.

‘Tommy!!’

The whole town was stunned by the commotion. Tommy and a newcomer’s reunion on display for everyone to witness. Only to you this wasn’t a stranger.

You watched from behind a wall of people, happy to see the two brothers together again. It’s the first time you’d ever seen Joel smile in all the time you had known him.

Silently, you retreat from the crowd and excitement, hoping to remain undetected for the time being.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel was made aware of your presence immediately. Tommy giving him and the young girl that arrived with him a tour of the fenced in grounds, making sure to point out the home you had been residing in since joining the community.

It’s only a matter of time before your paths cross, but you kept your distance, quick steps and redirection, avoiding any and all interactions with Joel Miller.

One evening you’re making your way home from dinner with friends, knowing you had plenty of time before Joel would be joining Tommy and Maria in the same spot. The air cool and crisp as the sun descended behind the Jackson mountains.

Your name being called out by a familiar voice stops you in your tracks. Your heart nearly beats out of your chest listening to the crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he walks closer.

‘Jus’ wanted to come say hi ‘n see how you been. Seen you around here ‘n there. Seems like you’ve been avoidin’ me though.’

You turn to face him fully. His a much older version of himself. Greyed and still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

‘I’m fine, Joel. Just makin’ sure I keep up my end of the bargain— with never speakin’ again and all.’

That’s all you manage to get out before you turn and head up the path to your home and closing the door behind you.

Anywho. This was a dream I had last night and it’s been bouncing around my noggin most of the day. Of course it would end on a cliffhanger like that too.

#my dreams be angsty #maybe it will pick up where it left off tonight #Joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal

[sincerelyrki]

tequila & lime

Heeseung only loved two things in his life. One was you, and the other was the taste of you.

pairing : exbf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : drinking. rich boy! heeseung. mentions of killing people. kissing. suggestive. not proofread but it’s grammar approved TT.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : disappeared for a few days but i’m back🤞 anyways tequila is the only like… slightly good alcohol so it’s mine and my friends go to. i’ve had this in my head since i went out on friday and i finally found time to write it ^^

perm written taglist : @vousty

In a twisted way, you were to Heeseung what a lime was to tequila.

There was something about you, something he’d never seen in anyone else. His nights were filled with the shades of you, the neon lights blinding him as your alluring eyes blinked up at him.

He would drown in your attention, his eyes closing as you raised your wrist towards his open lips, the salt coating his mouth as you tilted his tequila back. 

You’d be ready for his sour fill, the lime tucked between your lips as you used his hair to pull his face towards yours.

He’d keep eye contact as his lips closed against yours, the zest of the lime bitter on your tongue as he pulled it into his own.

His lips would leave yours for a minute, his teeth pressing down on the now sweet fruit, the peel falling to the ground as his hand wrapped around your neck.

But that was before. 

Heeseung glared at you from across the room, his eyes burning as he watched the way you twirled your hair at the man above you.

Your knees sat crossed against each other, white knee-high socks glowing under the LEDs. Your back was leaned against the wall, plush thighs pressed between you as you sat on top of one of the pull-up tables. 

His teeth ground together the longer he watched, a stale taste replacing the sour shot he had taken minutes ago. The burn of the tequila was rougher than usual, the lime tasting bitter without the taste of your lips mixing with it. 

Heeseung could tell that you were aware of his gaze, the lime between your fingers being the telltale sign. The betrayal was stronger with the alcohol flowing through his body, it hurt almost as bad as it did the day he called your relationship off.

He gave into the expectations of the people around him, their sunglasses covering their faces as their Mercedes roared with life.

He broke it off with you soon after everyone had found out. And in the process, he lost the one thing he’d ever truly loved, well besides his tequila.

But even now, he hated it more than anything.

The glass from his hand shattered across the floor, his expensive shoes crushing the pieces even more as he stomped toward you.

His hand squeezed around the man’s shoulder, his elbow drawing back as he tugged him away from you. His other hand pulled back, his lips pulling into a satisfying smile at the loud crack that sounded from where his fist met the man's nose.

“Say aah.” Heeseung pressed his fingers against the bottom of your jaw, his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to follow his orders.

Your lips dropped open at his words, the lime falling from your tongue as he used his hold on your face to tilt your head down. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his face nearing yours to press a small kiss against your earlobe, “don’t try that again.”

Heeseung purposely blew cool hair against your sensitive skin, his lips moving down to lightly touch against your neck. “I’ll kill him next time.” 

Goosebumps spread along your body as your ex placed a single peck against your like point, fingers curling in your lap as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

For weeks you tried so hard to hate the man, your friend's angry nags tuning out the second the memories of him came back.

You knew him better than anyone else, which was why you were able to tell that he was lying to you.

He told you that he never felt anything for you, that you were nothing but a warm embrace that he could fall into whenever he felt like it.

He wasn’t a very good liar, nor a good boyfriend. You could tell he was embarrassed by you, the secrecy and excuses add up. 

But right now, you couldn’t recognize him at all.

Heeseung had never been the type of person to start fights, but he also wasn’t the type to drink himself into a blackout.

But things have changed since he’d last talked to you, he was spiralling.

Heeseung ignored the looks getting shot at him from around the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he reached over to grab a new lime wedge.

He raised it to your lips, hovering as he waited for you to open your mouth for him.

He clicked his tongue as you stayed frozen, rolling his eyes as he used his thumb to pry your lips apart. “Bite down on it.” He shot you a sly smirk as you followed his orders.

He lifted the salt shaker towards you, the cold lid against your collarbones only setting the mood even more. 

He trailed a line of salt along one side of your collarbone, winking at you before he placed the shot of tequila back into your hands. 

His hands fisted your shorts as his tongue pressed against your soft skin, the salt mixing with the smell of your perfume causing his mind to go into overdrive.

His head tilted back as he controlled your wrist to go up towards his mouth, his mouth open as he poured the shot into his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as Heeseung didn’t swallow, the tequila still in his mouth as he connected his lips with yours. 

He swished the liquid into your mouth, his tongue pushing the line between his teeth as he bit down into it.

He knew that the lime no longer served its purpose as a chaser, but there was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

“Swallow it.” His lips barely left yours, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed down the remains. 

“Let me see.” you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out to show that you had swallowed everything. 

Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands pressing against your back as he held your body tight against him.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” At your nod Heeseung picked you up from the table, your feet barely reaching the ground before he began pulling you through the crowd.

His hands were taught, his restraint nearing its end the longer he waited for your touch. He could feel your fingernails against the back of his hands, his back lighting up in a phantom pain as he remembered the way you would paint his back with long lines of red.

Heeseung wasn’t going to let you go again, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d kill someone for touching you. 

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[bookyeom]

pairing: Jeonghan x reader word count: 4.7k warnings: kissing, a swear or two, Jeonghan is wet and yes that's a warning, long-haired Jeonghan which is also a very serious warning

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary.

nonsense by sabrina carpenter

i'll be honest looking at you got me thinking nonsense cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in i can’t find my chill, i must have lost it i don't even know, i'm talking nonsense

Yoon Jeonghan comes into your life with the same chaos and tumult of the heavy rain that’s pounding down against your window.

It’s during the middle of an October storm when he shows up at your door. There are loud knocks reverberating throughout your apartment, and you can hear a man calling out for someone named Soonyoung to just ‘let him in already’. It’s followed by more unintelligible mumbles, though you think you can make out the words ‘rain’ and ‘soaking wet’ — you think there might be a few curse words thrown in there, too. Honestly, you’d have ignored the guy if he didn’t sound so… defeated. But you feel bad, so you open the door.

And lock eyes with one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. 

Well, you think to yourself, damn. 

You watch as the man in front of you stops mid-sentence and mid-knock, hand hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment. You take a moment to note the long, dark hair that falls just below his ears, the ends of it dripping rainwater onto his black leather jacket; the dark eyes, framed by some of the most beautiful eyelashes you’ve ever seen. He blinks, a single droplet fluttering down onto his flushed cheek as he does. Then he drops his hand and straightens, wet hair clinging to his forehead — and he smiles. 

“You’re not Soonyoung.”

His words surprise you. The guy standing in front of you is definitely not who you had been expecting, either. He’s gorgeous, rain-soaked and all. You’re certain that you’ve never seen him around here before, because you would definitely remember if you had. 

“No, I’m not,” you affirm. You point over his shoulder to the door across the hall. “Soonyoung’s over there.” 

“Ah,” he says slowly, smile turning sheepish, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He winces as soon as his fingers slide into the wet material, as if suddenly remembering the predicament he’s in, and you stifle a laugh. “I’m Jeonghan,” he adds, and you can tell that he’s attempting to play it cool despite how obviously displeased he is with the current events.

Jeonghan. A pretty name for a pretty guy, you think. 

“Hi, Jeonghan.”

His smile grows, and yours does too. “I’m one of Soonyoung’s friends,” he explains. “He forgot to give me the code for the door downstairs, and he wasn’t answering his buzzer...” He glances down at himself, soaked to the bone, and the smile falls from his lips. You can’t help it — you let out the giggle you’ve been suppressing. His gaze finds yours again at the sound, eyebrows raising, and you bite your lip. 

“Sorry,” you offer, semi-apologetic, though you’re still biting back a grin. “That sucks.”

“Thanks so much,” he returns, and you can hear the sarcasm in his voice. You hold up your hands in surrender, and then he’s smiling at you again, and — holy shit, he’s pretty. 

Neither of you move, and it’s your turn to raise your eyebrows. Jeonghan seems to snap out of it, lifting a hand to run through his hair, and you’re almost embarrassed at the way you ogle him while he does. He doesn’t seem to notice, thank god. You’ve never met this man before, but something tells you he’d be awfully smug if he knew. You don’t look like that and not know it.

“I just moved into an apartment down the street,” he continues, “so I’ll be at Soonyoung’s more often.” He pauses, and then he smiles at you again — like he’s got a secret that you don’t get to know. “I’ll see you around?”

“Sure. See you later, Jeonghan.”

You don’t think too much about Jeonghan over the next couple of days. Work is busier than usual, so you get home late every day, exhausted — and you spend far too much money on takeout food. But today is finally Friday, so you treat yourself to an XL pizza with zero regrets. You’ll start making your own meals again tomorrow. 

You’re lounging on your couch, only half paying attention to the series playing on your TV screen, when you hear a knock on your door that shakes you out of your exhausted daze. Your eyebrows furrow. Usually, you’d have to let the delivery person in with your buzzer, but you suppose someone might have let them in the building. 

You grab your wallet, flipping it open to take out your debit card. When you open your door, you freeze in your tracks, because it’s not the pizza delivery guy who stands on the other side. It’s Jeonghan. 

Your eyes take him in, head to toe, and you can’t even be ashamed about it. You don’t think you could look away if you tried. He looks different today — more put-together. A lot drier. Just as devastatingly beautiful, though. You’d nearly forgotten. 

“Hi,” he breathes. 

“Hi,” you echo. 

Then he does the thing that hooked you the first time you’d met — he smiles. He doesn’t say anything else until you raise your eyebrows, and he seems to realize that it’s his turn to speak again.

“What are you paying me for?”

You blink. Then you remember you’re clutching your bank card in your hand, and you let out an awkward laugh. “Thought you were the delivery guy.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” he teases. 

“I forgive you.”

Jeonghan’s smile widens, and you wait for him to continue. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry about last week,” he says, and you watch as he bites his lip with a sheepish smile. “Not a great first impression.”

You hum. “True. You’re lucky I even opened the door that night, what with how crazy you sounded and all.” 

You’re teasing, but he’s unflinching as he holds your gaze and responds, “Yeah, I am lucky.”

You manage to keep your cool as you cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe, but you’d be lying if you said his blatant flirtation isn’t working on you. “Well, you’re extra lucky I opened the door again today.”

He breaks out into a grin. “Like I said… I know.”

You don’t even attempt to smile back — it just happens, involuntarily. God, he’s cute. 

You wait again for him to say something. He doesn’t. He just looks at you, and you start to feel a bit warm under his gaze. “Was there anything else?” You finally say. “I hope you didn’t forget where Soonyoung lives again.”

“Oh.” Jeonghan blinks, shaking his head. “No. I just… didn’t get your name last time.”

He seems to immediately regret how quickly he’s said the words, and you can’t believe how absolutely endeared you are by it all. Something tells you that the man in front of you is usually better at this. It makes you flush, makes you feel far too giddy, to realize that you seem to be the reason he’s flustered. 

“Y/N,” you offer, and Jeonghan’s smile returns. 

“Y/N,” he repeats. “Nice to meet you… Again.”

When he excuses himself towards Soonyoung’s and you close the door behind you, you don’t even try to tamper down the grin that’s on your face.

The next week, it takes everything in you not to think about Jeonghan.

It’s Wednesday morning when you run into Soonyoung in the lobby by the post boxes. He looks like he’s just come from the gym, Nike bag slung over one shoulder as he flashes you a smile, lifting one hand in an excited wave. 

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey,” you greet. 

"How are you?"

His energy is contagious, and you can already feel your morning getting brighter just at the sight of him.

"I'm doing good, Soonyoung, thanks. How are you?"

"I'm great!" He turns to leave with another hearty wave, free hand now full of mail, and you wave back. You’re startled when you hear his footsteps come to an abrupt halt. He calls your name again, and you turn to him in surprise.

“Are you busy Friday night?” 

Your eyes widen. “Me?”

Soonyoung giggles, nose scrunching up as he does. “No, the mailbox.”

You blush. “Right. I don’t think so, why?”

“I’m having a little gathering with some of my friends,” he tells you. “If you’re home, I’d love for you to come!”

You’re caught off guard — and terribly, terribly pleased. You’ve always liked Soonyoung’s energy, and you’re honestly surprised you haven’t hung out with him before. Plus, your mind supplies unhelpfully, Jeonghan might be there.

“That sounds fun,” you say, brushing the thought aside, and Soonyoung beams.

“Cool! People are coming around 8:00.” He grins. “You know where to find me.”

On Friday, you cross the hall to Soonyoung’s just after 8:30pm. You were hoping Jeonghan would be there by now – because you don’t know any of Soonyoung’s other friends, is what you tell yourself – but he isn’t. Soonyoung greets you with a hug and a beaming smile, and he quickly pulls you into his apartment and introduces you to his other friends.

It’s easy, you realize, to talk to them. You manage to entrench yourself deep into a conversation about the best ways to cook potatoes with his friend Mingyu, but your eyes still keep flickering to the front door against your will. It’s just after 9:00 when Jeonghan finally arrives.

You try to play it cool when your eyes meet, as if you haven’t been holding your breath waiting for him to arrive, your hand lifting to send him a small wave before you turn back to your conversation with Mingyu. You can feel Jeonghan’s eyes still on you, though, and it takes every effort you have in you to ignore the pull of his gaze.

You’re surprised when Soonyoung plops down next to you, leaning forward to slap Mingyu’s knee. The younger man lets out a whine, but Soonyoung simply grins. Mingyu doesn’t retaliate with anything more than a pout, even though he could easily win against Soonyoung in a fistfight. It makes you smile, how much they seem to genuinely like each other. 

“Y/N!” Soonyoung suddenly turns to you, and you startle.  

“Soonyoung!” You say back, and you hear Mingyu snicker from his spot across from you.

“You’re so cool,” Soonyoung gushes, and you can tell he’s a few drinks deep, but it makes you smile anyway. You’re about to thank him when he continues, “I’m so glad Jeonghan suggested inviting you. I don’t know why I never have before! You’re super cool.”

You ignore the way your face flushes, and Soonyoung is thankfully too excited to notice. 

“Thanks, Soonyoung. I’m glad to be here,” you say honestly, and you’re greeted with that blinding smile again in return. You’ve always thought that your neighbour was cute, and you’re quickly discovering that his personality absolutely matches your initial assessment.

As Soonyoung turns back to Mingyu and the two of them fall into an animated conversation, your eyes wander across the room, Soonyoung’s previous words replaying in your mind. 

Jeonghan suggested inviting you.

Your eyes quickly find the man in question. He’s leaning against the wall by the window now as he chats to his other friends. You watch him for a moment, a smile on your lips, and he must feel your gaze on him because he turns, soft brown eyes meeting yours. You don’t look away this time, arching an eyebrow at him, and he easily returns the gesture. It makes you smile even more.

You excuse yourself from Soonyoung and Mingyu, heading into the kitchen. You’ve just found where Soonyoung keeps his glasses and are filling one up with water from the tap when you hear someone enter the room behind you.

“Hey, 213.”

You try to be nonchalant when you turn, your eyebrows raised as you lift the glass to your lips. “I gave you my name… and for what?”

The smile on Jeonghan’s mouth grows. It really is quite something, the power that smile holds. “I’m so sorry,” he teases. “Hi, Y/N.” 

The sound of your name coming from his mouth sounds even better today. “Hi, Jeonghan.”

He leans against the counter, hands sliding into his pockets. “Did you have a good week?”

“I did,” you say honestly. “It was a lot less busy than last week — which was nuts. I had like eight projects due and…” You trail off, cheeks flushing as you realize you’d begun to ramble. So much for keeping your cool. What is it about this guy that lowers all your defenses? You’ve only met him twice before tonight.

You can’t help it, though. You want to know more — you want to know everything about him. And what’s even scarier is that you think you might want him to know everything about you, too.

“I’m glad,” is all he says, and you feel the sudden need to take another sip of water, averting your eyes. 

“What about you?” 

He hums. “Mine was good, too.” You can feel him looking at you, not saying anything until you meet his eyes again, and then he says, “It’s even better now.”

You don’t have a chance to answer before a commotion sounds through the apartment, and the both of you jump. You follow Jeonghan back out into the living room, where you find two new faces at the door. The man beside you amusedly informs you that the newcomers are Seokmin and Seungkwan, or in other words, the two that encourage — and even join in on — all of Soonyoung’s bad ideas. The commotion you’d heard had been the result of a tipsy Soonyoung seeing his partners in crime and loudly cheering.

The moment with Jeonghan is lost as the two of you rejoin the party, but it's all you think about for the rest of the evening. 

As the night goes on, you find that you really like Soonyoung’s friends. But after just one glass of wine and the clock passing 11:00pm, you can feel your energy draining. You’re pretty sure Soonyoung himself is asleep in the armchair. You wait for Seungkwan to finish telling his story before you announce your plans to excuse yourself. The news is met with a chorus of awws and boos, but you know they’re only teasing. You can’t help but laugh at their antics, bidding your goodbyes as you stand and head for the door.

“I’ll walk you home.”

You turn as Jeonghan speaks from behind you, ready to tease him because really? but he’s prepared for it, already grinning blindingly over at you before you can make a retort. You wonder how old he was when he learned the power of disarmament that his smile holds. 

He opens the door and gestures for you to leave first, and you concede. You take the four steps out into the hall and across to your own apartment door, Jeonghan trailing behind you. As you pull out and insert your key, you glance at him and you say, “Thanks for asking Soonyoung to invite me.”

You see Jeonghan’s eyes flash in surprise, but he’s quick to mask it. “No problem,” he responds, a hand lifting to scratch the side of his jaw. He offers you a shy smile and you jokingly roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, too.

“Was it too hard to invite me yourself, or what?”

Jeonghan leans against the wall. If he’s phased by your bluntness, it doesn’t show. “I didn’t have any way to contact you.”

“‘Didn’t’, past tense?” Your door unlocks, and you gently push it open with one hand. “Why, do you have a way to contact me now?”

You’re teasing him, and you know he knows it. But all he does is smile, pushing off the wall as he fishes his phone out of his pocket and holds it out for you to take. 

“You tell me.”

You almost want to pretend to debate his proposal, but his eyes are so sincere as he waits that you just can’t tease him. You knew from the second he took out his phone that you were going to give him your number, so what’s the point in pretending? 

Wordlessly, you take his phone and enter your information, trying to ignore the way you can feel him watching you. You hand it back to him without a word, contact info saved, and offer him a soft ‘goodnight’ before you slip into your apartment.

Unknown Number [11:21pm]: hi :)

Y/N [11:23pm]: who’s this? ;)

Jeonghan [11:24pm]: oh sorry, do i have the wrong number? 

Jeonghan [11:24pm]: I’ll go

You bite your lip, clutching a pillow to your chest as you debate your answer. You’re feeling so giddy, so shy — you even kick your feet a little. You think for a minute, debating whether or not to just go for it. You do.

Y/N [11:26pm]: please don’t

You expect him to tease you for giving in so easily. He doesn’t.

Jeonghan [11:27pm]: :)

Jeonghan (11:27pm]: hi, y/n

To your pleasant surprise, you end up spending more and more time across the hallway at Soonyoung’s over the next few weeks. He texts you the morning after his party and apologizes for how drunk he had gotten, and an hour later, you show up at his door with cookies and two bottles of purple Gatorade. The rest is history. 

You really like Soonyoung. He’s hilarious, and kind, and a little bit out there in all the best of ways. He appreciates your cooking, and you appreciate his taste in takeout food. He tolerates your rom coms and you tolerate his poor taste in TV sitcoms. You’re grateful to have made a new friend, and you like spending time with him. 

It doesn’t hurt that Jeonghan stops by a couple of times, too. And every time, you willfully ignore the smug looks Soonyoung sends your way.

It’s been over a month since you met Jeonghan. You text almost every day, and you’ve seen him at Soonyoung’s almost every week since you met. He makes you laugh, he texts you good night, and you’ve caught him looking at you on more than one occasion. And yet — he hasn’t made a single move. 

You think that maybe you should be the one to do it, but you’re unsure. You know he’s flirting with you — you’re not stupid — and you know he’s not shy about any of it. He has to know you’re flirting with him, too, because you’ve never been more obvious about anything in your life, ever. You usually have no qualms about being the one to make a move first, but in these weeks getting to know Jeonghan, you’ve learned some things.

One: Jeonghan has your favourite smile in the world.

Two: He’s confident, and loves to tease.

Three: He’s actually a giant softie.

You see his softness in so many ways. You see it in the way he remembers everything about his friends, from allergies to favourite colours; in the way he brought salt when he came over last week because he remembered Soonyoung ran out; in the way he pretends to complain but then watches his friend’s antics with the fondest of smiles. 

And you wonder if maybe he’s as afraid of this new thing between you as you are.

So you’re giving him time. 

But on nights like tonight, when Soonyoung purposefully moves to the armchair when Jeonghan arrives so that he can join you on the couch, when Jeonghan’s knee is pressed to yours and his arm is on the back of the couch, when you catch him staring during the movie and he doesn’t look away — you think you might snap if he doesn’t do something soon.

“I swear I’ve never seen Jeonghan this much in all the years I’ve known him,” Soonyoung comments out of the blue one Thursday evening.

It takes you a second to process what he’s said, your head lifting from your laptop to look at him. “Oh.” You blink. “Because he lives closer now, you mean?”

Soonyoung simply scoffs, and you distinctly feel like you’re missing something. He gives you a pointed look. “We used to be roommates in uni, and I didn’t even see him this much then.” You nod slowly, and Soonyoung rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes. “He’s obviously around more lately because of you, Y/N.”

The flush spreads all the way from your head to your toes. The idea of it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and you hide your face behind your laptop again. “Shut up, Soonyoung.”

“Are you going to tell me you didn’t notice?”

You pause, staring at your screen but not really seeing it. “I did notice,” you finally say softly. “But…”

“But what? Don’t pretend you’re not just as down bad for him.”

You bite down on your lower lip, but you don’t deny it. “He hasn’t said anything, Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung doesn’t look at you as he casually says, “Yeah, well, that’s because Jeonghan’s a dumbass.”

You snort but don’t respond, and the conversation is left at that.

Jeonghan [2:45pm]: what are you upto?

Y/N [2:48pm]: trying not to murder my new bookshelf before I even get it put up 

Y/N [2:48pm]: you?

Jeonghan [2:50pm]: haha oh no

Jeonghan [2:53pm]: i have to stop by Soonyoung’s on my way home 

Jeonghan [2:53pm]: do you want some help? 

Jeonghan, it turns out, isn’t much help at all. 

“You’re worse than me!”

You can’t stop laughing as Jeonghan stands there helplessly, both of you watching the bookshelf crumble for the third time in an hour. As the last piece hits the floor, he turns to pout at you. 

“Let’s give up for now,” you offer, and you try to hold back your giggle at the indignant look on his face. You can’t.

Jeonghan groans as you dissolve into another fit of laughter. He collapses down onto the couch next to you, his head falling back. His hair has gotten a bit longer recently since he’s started letting it grow out, and your eyes can’t help but watch the way the dark strands fall over the back of your sofa. You suppress a shiver as you picture running your fingers through it, before shaking yourself out of it. 

“Why did you volunteer to help if you’re this bad at it?” You tease him one more time, and he opens one eye to glare at you.

“I didn’t think it could be that much harder than Lego.” His voice is small when he says it, obviously embarrassed, and you try — you really try — not to laugh at him. It’s futile. 

“Lego?” You repeat, and then you’re breaking into a fit of giggles again.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I have a sick Lego collection at my place.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Inviting yourself over so soon?”

You ignore the flutter in your tummy and opt for rolling your eyes as a response. “You’re literally in my apartment right now, Jeonghan.”

He holds your gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting as he stares at you, and the butterflies take full flight, unable to stop that silly little feeling from settling deep in the pit of your stomach. “I am,” he hums. He breaks your gaze only to lift his head and glance around the living room, before his eyes settle on you again and he says, “I like it. It’s very… you.”

“Very me?” You question, amused, leaning your elbow on the back of the couch and resting your head on it. “How so?”

“You know,” Jeonghan gestures vaguely, “cozy, warm…” He smiles, and you’re so aware of just how close he is when he shifts to imitate your pose and finishes, “and, you know, beautiful.”

Your breath catches in spite of yourself. He flirts with you, you know this, but he’s never said anything outright like that before. His eyes begin to travel across your face, lazy and slow, the corner of his mouth lifting the longer he looks at you. His gaze lingers on your mouth, and yours lingers on his, and –

“Didn’t you say you have to stop at Soonyoung’s for something?” 

You have absolutely no clue why you decided to whisper that right now. Jeonghan pulls back a little, slow and blinking. You wince when he looks away from you.

“Oh,” he says, “yeah. Right.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I should… go.” 

You try to meet his eyes, but in a moment of shyness that is so very un-Jeonghan, he refuses to look at you as he stands up. You want to beat yourself up for saying anything – you’d meant to tease him a little, not kick him out.

“Jeonghan,” you say, and he stops making his way to the front door. He still doesn’t look at you, though, and you force your next words to come out strong. “The next time you want to see me, you can just ask. You don’t have to use Soonyoung as an excuse.” 

He looks at you now, eyes lifting from the floor, and you’re so relieved that you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“I don’t?”

“No,” you shake your head, “because I want to see you, too.”

“You… do?”

You’ve never seen him like this. He seems uncertain, unsure, and you feel horrible for trying to tease him when you’re certain he’d been about to make a move. “Yes.” You nod, taking a step towards him. “Jeonghan?”

“Yeah?” His gaze is unwavering on you now.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?” 

“I think you were going to kiss me just now, and I opened my big mouth instead of just letting you do it.” 

Jeonghan’s cheeks flush pink, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to turn away from you. He’s embarrassed, which you’ve never seen in the weeks that you’ve known him, and it suddenly dawns on you that he probably thinks you didn’t want to kiss him. Your heart drops into your toes.

“Please kiss me, Jeonghan.”

Desperation is all you can hear as you say the words, and it would be your turn to be embarrassed if you didn’t want it so badly. Want him so badly. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to process. You’ve never seen him this speechless, either. It’s a day of firsts.

“Please.”

Your final word comes out in a plea, a near beg – another first. You don’t care. You can’t think about anything else. 

He closes the gap before you can so much as breathe another word, hands flying to your jaw as he presses his mouth to yours, fiercer than anything you could have ever dreamed of. Your hands grasp onto his hoodie as you gasp, stumbling a little, but he doesn’t let you get very far. And then you’re kissing him back, pulling him into you as close as he can go, closer, closer — and then even closer still. The way his mouth opens against yours, the way he moves as he kisses you stupid, has your knees nearly buckling underneath you.

It’s him that breaks away first. You’re breathless, and so is he, and neither of you says anything for a minute. 

“You wanted me to do that?”

You pull away to look up at him, his hands still on your face. “Only since the first day I met you, you dumbass.”

“You…”

“Yeah.”

His hands drop from your face before he pulls you with him to sit back on the couch. Your heart is racing as you wait for him to speak. 

“You like me?”

“With all due respect,” you say incredulously, “you’re literally so fucking stupid.”

Jeonghan pouts. “I thought…” He runs a hand through his hair, and you resist the urge to do it for him. “I thought you and Soonyoung…”

Your jaw drops. “Me and Soonyoung?!”

“You’re always together! And you always talk about how cute he is –”

“He is cute, Jeonghan. But I definitely haven’t been waiting for him to make out with me.”

Jeonghan groans, and he’s blushing again. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know if Soonyoung was into you, or if you were into him, because you guys get along so well, and he makes you laugh so much, and…” He shrugs. “I didn’t want to interfere if there was something going on there.” 

“Jeonghan,” you say slowly. “Did you ever just… I don’t know, ask Soonyoung if he likes me?”

Jeonghan blinks for a moment. 

“Also – do you not think you and I get along well?” You’re teasing him now, and you watch as the realization dawns on him. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and you’re amazed yet again at the way you somehow manage to render him as bashful as this. 

You reach for his hand, tugging him closer, and he comes willingly. You lift a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear as you say, “You can make it up to me somehow, I’m sure.”

You’re pleased when he seems to take that as a challenge.

A/N: Finally a Hannie one! Thanks for waiting xx

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Baki Head Canons:

My Kind Of Love

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Fem Reader

TW: arranged marriage/ forced relationship, yandere, stalking, etc

You were the adopted daughter of another yakuza family, one that was engaged to Hanayama Kaoru since birth. Your fate long decided for you…

Hanayama wasn’t a bad person per se, for the son of a yakuza family. The only issue was that he hardly spoke. Nope. Hanayama often stared at you while you did all of the talking… he was a silent yet intimidating presence. Especially as the two of you grew older.

As a child, he’d often sit beside you. You used to think he was shy, so you’d talk with him in a soft tone. You were gregarious compared to his taciturn self. Yet you never made him feel unwelcome so he would always turn up for every ‘play date’ your parents set up. It made you think he tolerated you… how wrong you were.

When he grew old enough to get his back tattoo, he had spoken to you briefly. “I have something important to do, but I will be back.” You had thought that was odd, but you smiled at your fiancé. “Okay, Hanayama. I’ll be waiting for you then so be safe.” You thought it was kind of cute how his ears turned pink… who knew he could blush.

When you saw him again, you were shocked by all of the scars that littered his body, yet you didn’t nag him. No, you simply held him and smiled at him. “Thank you for keeping your word.” You failed to notice how his heart hammered in his chest when your fingers lightly traced over the scabs on his face. “Those will be some pretty gnarly scars, but they’ll make you look cool.” You had no idea what you did to this man…

When his mother’s health began to deteriorate, he had you at his side. He was such a large teenager, yet he looked so small when he’d fold himself up into your lap. You often ran your fingers through his dark locks and softly reassured him. He still hardly spoke, but you finally caught him with a small smile on his face.

When his mother passed, he was prone to bursts of anger yet he never showed that side of himself to you. No. You were precious to him… more precious than anything in the world. And you deserved to be protected and pampered. He began to seek advice from Kizaki about romance after that.

Now that the two of you were in your twenties, he’d often pull you into his lap. He still hardly spoke but he would make you be near him in anyway possible if the two of you were alone. It was quite odd.

Sometimes you’d swear you would spot his men trailing behind you if you were out and about, yet they were gone when you’d turn around. There was no way your stoic fiancé was stalking you… right?

He’d gift her bouquets of roses and invite her out to dinner with outfits he’d pick out. You would receive handwritten notes of love that borderlines obsession. There was no way Hanayama wrote those, you didn’t even know if he actually liked you. Hanayama hardly spoke after all…

His stabs at romance were interesting to say the least. Hanayama’s actions were loud. His gifts were extravagant and borderline gaudy, yet you didn’t mind. They were engaged after all. And that wedding date was rabidly approaching…

The wedding was grand, large, and heavily guarded. And Hanayama’s hand tightly gripped yours in an inescapable hold. It was nerve wracking to say the least.

And the minute it was time for that honeymoon, you were rushed off quickly. Hanayama practically dragged you to the suite, his breathing ragged, his scarred face flushed, and his black hair a bit disheveled. Was he okay? You’ve never seen him so expressive.

It wasn’t until he had you all alone that he began to rip at his clothes like a madman. You barely had the first button undone before he was on you. His fundoshi the last garment on him. His lips eagerly pressed against the side of your neck.

“Hanayama? We really don’t have to-“ your voice was stuck in your throat when he pulled away to stare at you with his dark eyes.

“I’ve waited so many years to hold you like a man.” Hanayama muttered. “I’ve held back for so long and now you’re finally mine.”

You’re peppered with more impatient kisses while his thick fingers made quick work of your wedding dress. “I love you so much, my beautiful wife.”

How were you to know that your fiancé actually loved you this entire time? Not to mention, how sore his kind of love would leave you after tonight…

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Pathology Murders

Summary: When the reader and the boys stumble across a gruesome scene, they get the feeling that the monster they're hunting is of the human variety...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 5,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, lots of mentions of gore/death, trauma, accident, fluff

A/N: This fic was inspired by this imagine (which makes an appearance in this one shot) and also by the horror movie Pathology!

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“What the hell…” Dean and Sam looked around the abandoned house, pausing like you had when they got to the kitchen. Your boys weren’t wimps by any means. They’d seen some serious crap. Done some serious crap. But that kitchen? 

It took Sam all of three seconds to step out of the room and upheave his greek salad from lunch.

Meanwhile Dean took it all in before his eyes landed on where you were trying to work the scene, fighting back another dry heave. 

“You alright?” he asked. You knew he was concerned. You weren’t one to puke up your guts either. But the poor soul on the kitchen table, or rather what was left of him…twisted wasn’t even the right word for it.

“Not particularly,” you said, pointing at a glass jar that housed a pair of kidneys on the stove. “Not all the organs made it into jars. Pretty sure the liver is in the sink.”

Dean cautiously took a step inside, swallowing thickly. Unlike you or Sam, who had your own experiences with hell, Dean’s had been far more…interactive. Sam’s soul was battered around by Lucifer but it’d been more psychological than physical. You’d spent an unpleasant night with a hellhound in the same cage and while it hadn’t been fun, you’d been able to stay in a corner and out of harms way. Dean though…Dean had been sliced and diced and hacked and every other possible horror, imaginable or not. And then he’d performed the acts himself. You never blamed him for giving in, for breaking. You’d told him time and time again he was, and always would be, a good man.

Some days, more often lately it seemed the older he got, he seemed to believe you.

“Whoever did this performed an autopsy on this guy. While he was alive,” said Dean, leaning over the body to get a closer look. “Huh. Anybody see a heart around here?”

You surveyed the bloody room, finding more than a few peculiar shaped body parts but nothing resembling a heart. Sam finally made his way in, taking a deep inhale as he got used to the gore before him. “I got nothing over here.”

“Could be a werewolf,” said Dean, cocking his head as he straightened, brow furrowing. “Or a witch.”

You knew he wasn’t buying that though, neither of you were. You tore your eyes away from the search to watch Sam’s expression flare up with a strange look of familiarity. “Sammy?”

“I think a person did this,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes.

“No shit Sherlock. Someone used a knife or-”

“No, jackass,” said Sam, shooting Dean a harsh look for a brief second. “I mean I think this was a human, like an actual human. They were just talking about a cold case like this on a podcast I listened to during my run last week.”

“You and your fucking serial killer obsession,” muttered Dean. Sam’s eye twitched, the tension rising in the room. “It’s fucking weird, Sammy.”

“We hunt monsters, dumbass. How is that any different?”

“That’s our job. You don’t see me watching murder documentaries like a certain someone in my free time.” Sam got closer to Dean, Dean taking one to match, both boy’s jaws clenching. 

“Hey,” you said with a snap of your fingers, the pair reluctantly turning towards you. “Dean, plenty of people are interested in cold cases and as long as Sam isn’t a serial killer himself, his hobby is fine. Sam, Dean just gets concerned that you don’t take enough of a break from hunting but he can’t come out and say that. So hug and make up. You’re on the same side.”

They both grumbled and gave each other a half-assed embraced but it made you smile regardless. 

“So what’d your murder podcast say?” asked Dean, walking around to the other side of the cut open body. Sam’s face soured. “That good, huh?”

“They called them the Pathology Murders. A string of five victims about ten years ago that went unsolved. The killer performed live autopsies like you said about this guy earlier. The only lead they ever had was that the killer must have medical training, like a doctor, based on what they did to the victims. Oh, and all the murders took place in the Seattle area.”

“Which downtown is only twenty minutes from here,” you said, crossing your arms. “Was the heart missing at the other scenes?”

“I’m not sure. They could have skimmed over that,” said Sam. Your gaze followed Dean’s, his green eyes laced with uncertainty. “I can do some research back at the motel. You guys could check in with Seattle PD, see if the case files have anything useful.”

“We should double check that it’s not our kind of monster and if it really is a person-”

“We’re not working this case,” said Dean. Your eyebrows shot up, Sam’s face already frowning. “We do not investigate serial killers. Save it for the police.”

“Uh, what the hell is going on? You would never let a killer, monster or human, stay on the loose,” said Sam.

Dean’s gaze shot to you and quickly away, his eyes turning sharp as they zeroed in on Sam. You scoffed, Sam cocking his head in question.

“It’s because my mom was murdered. By a serial killer. Isn’t it, Dean?” Dean’s lips pressed into a thin hard line and you shook your head. “They caught her killer which you know. What does that have anything to do with-”

“You caught the killer, you did that,” said Dean, Sam completely lost. He knew your mom had been killed but not the gory details like Dean.

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing then?” he asked. “Y/N has experience with this sort of thing then.”

“Why don’t you explain to Sammy just exactly what you did to ‘catch’ her killer then, sweetheart. Go on. I’m sure he’d love to hear it.” You glared at Dean, feeling an unpleasant prickling in your eyes. Dean didn’t back down as you teared up though, instead focusing on Sam. “She let herself be bait. She let herself get caught by the son of a bitch. She almost died because she doesn’t see when she’s going too far with serial killers. The same thing happened on that Tulsa case five years ago.”

You could sense Sam had shifted very quickly to being on Dean’s side of this argument. You’d been young and reckless with your mom’s killer, barely a day over eighteen. That was years and years ago. You’d learned since then to use more sense. Tulsa…well your plan as being bait would have worked if your former hunting partner hadn’t been more focused on getting some ass that night than watching your back.

“Yeah, that’s how we met, Sam. Not working a case. No, Y/N was fucked and if I hadn’t been driving back from Jody’s that night and saw the fucking asshole grab her, she’d be dead. Wouldn’t you?” Dean snarled. You narrowed your misty eyes at him, Dean lifting his chin. “We will make sure this isn’t our kind of deal and if it is in fact a run of the mill serial killer, we are getting the fuck out of here, understand me?”

“I fucked up once. Once,” you breathed out. You swallowed thickly, wiping off your face with your jacket sleeve. “Just how many times have you been kidnapped Dean in the five years that I’ve known you? I’ve been taken once. You? How many times have I cut you loose? Taken out the monster with a knife to your throat? A gun to your head? How many times have you gotten lost in a case? Gone on a rampage? I never realized we were keeping score.”

Dean’s gaze fell to the floor, his hand running over his jaw, searching for the right words.

“Sam, go back to the motel and research. Dean and I’ll do the fed schitk and get the files we can. Whoever’s behind this, I’m going after them. You two can do whatever the hell you want,” you said, storming out of the room and out of the house.

“You look pretty,” said Dean softly a few hours later as you exited the motel bathroom in your fed suit, a light blue button down blouse with your charcoal gray suit jacket and pants. You ignored him as you dug through your duffel for your pointed black booties. Professional but also you knew for a fact you could run and fight in them. You growled in frustration when you couldn’t find them though, hearing Dean clear his throat behind your back. You glanced over your shoulder, following Dean’s gaze to where he’d set them down by the end of the bed.

“Thanks,” you grumbled, slipping them on and pulling up the side zipper. Dean was sporting his navy suit today, the one he looked extra hot in. You ignored that fact as you tucked your gun into the back of your pants, fixing your suit jacket over it.

“Y/N.” You sighed, giving him a look that you really didn’t want to do this right now. He took a long breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Sam quietly slinked out of the room into his adjoining one. Most of the time the three of you shared but when you could swing it, Sam got his own next door to give you and Dean some privacy.

Privacy you didn’t necessarily want at this moment.

“You do good cop, I’ll be the hardass if it comes to it,” you said, shoving your phone in your pocket. You tried to walk past him for the door but he caught your hand, stopping you after a few feet. “Dean.”

“I do not, and have never, thought you were weak. But serial killers are a blindspot for you. Sam and I both have them. This is yours.” He lowered his head, like he was fighting the words that were coming out. 

To your surprise, he dropped your hand and stood. 

“Be careful on this one, sweetheart.” He walked past you to the motel door, cracking it open and pausing. “We should get going.”

“You sure I’m not going to lose it? Get too carried away and get myself captured?” you said, unable to stop from poking back after his earlier insinuations. Dean’s shoulders rose and fell, one hand going to the doorframe to grip it as you watched the back of his head lower.

“Y/N, don’t you know by now I’m an idiot that’d rather lose you because I’m a dick than find you in the hands of some monster like whoever did that to that poor guy? Don’t you know I know you’re stronger than me? Don’t you think I realize how hard it is to be with someone like me?”

“You don’t stop Sam from doing dangerous things,” you said. “You don’t bring up the past to him.”

“Yes I have,” he said quietly. “And convincing Sam to stay in a motel room where it’s safe to research has never been hard thankfully.”

“You don’t treat me with the same respect though,” you said softly. “It hurts to know you never will think of me as being as capable as he is all because I’m your girlfriend.”

Dean shook his head, straightening his back. “You are more than capable, sweetheart. But sometimes…I just want to be a man that protects his girl. I don’t want to be scared of failing you for once…because if that monster got anywhere near you…”

You took quiet steps over to him, staring at his broad shoulders as they sagged.

“Eventually everyone I love dies or has something awful happen to them. Maybe I don’t say it the right way but fucking hell, all I want is for those things to not happen to you.” He spun around, green eyes full of worry. You nodded, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. He squeezed them gently, the warmth of it pleasant.

“Our job is dangerous, Dean. We hunt the monsters, supernatural or not. I love you but you don’t get to keep me locked away.” You ran your thumb over his scuffed up skin, still healing form last week’s hunt. “That said…I promise not to get so angry if you promise to just say you’re scared for me. We’ll figure it out, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, a flicker of a smile on his face. “I just have a bad feeling about this one.”

“Then we’ll be smart, okay?” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And don’t call yourself an idiot. I don’t like it.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said. “Let’s go figure out what the hell is going on.”

Two Hours Later

“This guy’s a fucking psycho,” you said into your phone while Dean came outside with a bag of burgers and fries. “Apparently he sends the hearts to the victims families in a little box with a bow.”

“Sounds about right for a guy who cuts people open for fun,” said Sam on the other end. “I’m gonna pour through the records you just sent over.”

“Alright. Dean and I should be back in fifteen-”

“Why don’t you guys have a date night? I got this for a few hours.” You bit your bottom lip, Sam’s silence going on. “Come on, Y/N. You guys should talk about Dean’s protectiveness and your stubbornness.”

You wanted to argue that fact but sighed, closing your eyes.

“Any suggestions on how we find that line when our job is to hunt killers?” you asked.

“Maybe remember that he’s your boyfriend first, hunting partner second. Most boyfriends wouldn’t want their girlfriend near a serial killer either, no matter what their job.”

“Don’t have good points, Samuel,” you said as Dean took a seat next to you on Baby’s hood. “We’ll be back in two hours.”

You hung up and dove your hand into the bag of fries, smirking when Dean presented you with a chocolate milkshake. He grinned as you dipped the fry in it and tossed it back, giving him a big thumbs up.

“I love you,” you said, Dean smiling as he dug out his burger. “I always love you, even when we fight.”

He glanced at you, landing a gentle kiss on your lips in the next moment. He barely moved his lips, letting them linger instead. He moved back only an inch and nodded. “I was a dickhead earlier. All because I’m afraid of finding you with a serial killer standing over you with a giant ass knife again. I don’t know why I can’t just come out and say that shit in the moment.”

“Because you’re human,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist. “And you’re so much better at talking to me than five years ago. The old you wouldn’t have even been able to say that to me.”

“I try,” he said, letting you kiss him, your own a tad more forceful than his had been.

“That’s all I ask for,” you said, Dean’s phone going off at that exact moment. He sighed as he took it out, Sam’s name appearing. He tapped it onto speaker and took a bite of his burger. “What’s up Sammy?”

“Guys, I think I figured something out. All the victims were patients at Mercy West hospital back in the day and this latest guy? He was a patient there last week.” You and Dean shared a frown. “Yeah, I know. The cops investigated all of the hospital staff there back then but they never came up with anything. They thought maybe a doctor was behind it but he died in a car accident between the second and third vics.”

“It could have been him and he had a partner. Definitely is someone with access to records so they have to work there,” said Dean as you held up a finger. “What?”

“I could have sworn I’ve heard about this hospital in the news before. Something to do with a boat accident?” you asked. You heard Sam typing loudly before he hummed.

“Yup. They made national news about six months ago when seven of their medical students died in a boating accident. Explosion apparently when they got boozed up and had a bonfire on the boat. The bodies were so bad they couldn’t identify the remains,” said Sam. Dean took another bite of his burger and swallowed. “Already checking through the police files. Shit.”

“Shit what, Sam?” you asked, dunking a fry in your milkshake.

“Shit as in the boat accident wasn’t an accident at all. There was definitely an explosion but they found damage on the bodies indicating some injuries occurred before death. Like being carved up alive. They don’t want the public knowing the killer is still active in the area.”

“It’s gotta be someone linked to that hospital. Only question is why can’t the police figure out who?” asked Dean.

“Good question,” said Sam. “I’m going to keep digging, see if there’s a connection between the two we missed.”

“Thanks Sammy. We’ll be back in twenty to help,” said Dean, hanging up. He glanced at you, biting the inside of his cheek.

“This isn’t a monster,” you said quietly. “At least, it’s a human one.”

Dean polished off the rest of his meal quietly, the air still for a few beats. 

“When you get too worried about me on hunts, you put yourself in danger,” you said, slowly sipping from the shake. His heated gaze was on you as you handed him the drink. “You have to trust that I’m strong enough to do this. Careful and capable. We both need to work on that.”

“Alright. But do me a favor? Stick close to me or Sammy on this one. You’re just…” You waited, let him find his words. He took the drink and finished it off, shoving the trash in the bag. “You just got over that shoulder injury. Your punches don’t hit as hard as normal right now. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just-”

“Okay,” you said, finding his hand, slipping yours inside. “Now let’s figure out who this bastard is.”

He hummed, letting go of you for a brief moment so he could toss the garbage away. You slid inside the passenger seat, Dean back and behind the wheel after the blink of an eye. Approximately ten seconds later you were pulling out of the parking lot and on the road, headed down main street and for the motel.

“So I was thinking this guy does autopsies on victims right?” said Dean, turning the radio down low on a soft rock station. You glanced out the window on the dark night, a rumble of thunder overhead. “But the cops can’t find him. Well, isn’t there someone that sometimes works at hospitals and for the police that would be able to fuck with a body after the fact and hide traces of their involvement?”

“A pathologist. I was thinking that too but wouldn’t that have been their first look? I mean they literally call them the Pathology Murders,” you said, waiting for the the light to turn green. “It could be someone that knows someone at the department covering for them. Stranger things have happened.”

“Maybe. I get the gist this guy works alone though. I only clocked one set of boots at the scene this morning,” he said, the bright green light illuminating the dark interior.

“Same. It’s absolutely someone associated with that damn hospital-” you said, Dean’s arm shooting in front of you in your peripheral. A millisecond later, something slammed into the right side of Baby, your side. Your lap belt tugged on you hard as your body lolled to the side, weightless for a moment before gravity reared it’s ugly head and slammed you down. Your head smacked something hard and it all went dark.

You could hear Dean asking a paramedic a million questions, not a single one concerned about himself. You opened your eyes to find yourself in the back of an ambulance, Dean lying on a stretcher beside you. He could tell you were awake and struggled to reach over to you but couldn’t. Instead he thrashed his head back against his pillow in defeat, straining against the straps that held him down.

“Sir, I need you to calm down,” said the paramedic as you blinked slowly at Dean. You knew something was wrong with you, with both of you, but you weren’t quite sure what that was yet. You struggled when you saw Dean upset. You wanted him to feel better. “You need to relax, she’s seeing you panic and that’s making her do the same.”

Dean stopped as he took in how your heart rate had skyrocketed, how scared you looked. He sighed and forced himself to stay calm. You saw him relax and heard him say it was okay. Neither of you enjoyed the feeling of being tied down, especially when the both of you were in plain view of one another and couldn’t reach each other. You tried to speak but couldn’t as you felt how raw your throat was. 

“We’ll be at Mercy West in just a few minutes,” said the paramedic to Dean as you half-listened. 

“No, take us somewhere else!” yelled Dean suddenly, fighting again. The paramedic sighed as you both started struggling once more. You didn’t have much of an idea of what was going on but if Dean didn’t want to go there, it wasn’t safe. 

“I’m going to give each of you a sedative and by the time you wake up, you’ll be in your hospital beds feeling a lot better,” he said gently. 

“No, don’t you touch her,” said Dean as you started to get very sleepy. The last thing you saw was Dean shutting his eyes as you finally remembered what had happened.

If Sam didn’t get to you soon, you were screwed.

Your eyes wearily opened under bright lights that made your head hurt. You winced and turned away from it, limbs heavy and still. Dean’s voice echoed somewhere, to your left maybe? You forced your eyes open again, Dean strapped down to a metal table with metal drawers behind him, the look on his face like he was screaming at you. You blinked, the ringing in your eyes loud and obnoxious, droning him out.

“Get up, fucking get up!” Dean shouted so loud you shook your head, a splitting headache cracking over you. “Y/N get out of here!” 

It took only a moment to discover that unlike Dean, you weren’t restrained in what was most likely the hospital morgue. Something was wrong though. A sedative? No. You were becoming more alert if anything but your arms were growing more tired, head becoming too heavy to lift.

“Something’s off,” you tried to say, the words caught in your throat, unable to be voiced. Your eyes flared wide, Dean’s drifting past you.

“Someone took a long time to wake up,” said a voice to your right. Suddenly a hand was under your head.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Dean snarled, your head set on a…stand? Something to keep it elevated and from rolling to the side. You tried to move but the message wasn’t getting to your body, your eyes glued on the handsome face with a just slightly off smile leaning over you.

“You were in a nasty accident, Agent Carlson. Unfortunately for you, your head trauma was too severe and you coded in the ER. Meanwhile Agent Manns in his grief unfortunately succumbed to his injuries. At least that’s what the autopsy report will say,” he said, inspecting what felt like a cut on your temple. “Such a shame. It won’t be my best work but you’re not the first law enforcement to cross me. Sadly no one will be able to discover your remains once you’re accidentally incinerated as John and Jane Doe but it’s good practice.”

“Let her go you fucking psycho,” growled Dean when the doctor moved out of view and returned with a pair of shears. 

“Psycho? I’m Dr. Thomas, ER Trauma physician and part-time pathologist. I’ve saved far more lives than I’ve taken, Agent Manns,” he said, snipping through your blouse. 

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Dr. Thomas bagged your shirt in a plastic bag nearby, doing the same with your pants and boots once they’d been removed.

“Paralyzing agent. Hard to come by but it has it’s advantages. No messy straps or ropes in the way,” he said, lifting your arm as you watched helplessly, cold metal against your skin as he cut through your bra straps.

“I swear to god I’m going to rip your spine out of your fucking face. If you touch her-”

“Not my style,” said Dr. Thomas, pulling away the fabric, sending a chill down your back. He gave you his focus again, a smirk on his face as he put two fingers to your neck. “Your heart is hammering away, isn’t it? Biology is fascinating that way. It’s so strange how an emotion such as fear can cause physical reactions in our bodies.”

“Get the fuck away from her!” shouted Dean. Dr. Thomas’ smile towards you dropped when he looked at Dean. He sighed and set the shears down, walking out of view.

“You’re really starting to irritate me,” he said, the distinct sound of tape being ripped from a roll filling the room and then Dean’s cries became muffled, only quiet thumping as he struggled coming from him now. Dr. Thomas appeared again wearing another smile. “Sorry about that. It’s always the men that get all squirmy. The women always live longer. Now, one could argue that’s because women have on average more blood in their bodies than men but I’ve gotten a fairly large sample size over the past decade to believe they’re psychologically stronger and therefore last longer.”

You tried hard to move your hand when he held up a scalpel near your face but nothing worked. 

Fuck if you could move anything you’d be shaking harder than a tree in a damn hurricane. Dean struggling right beside you with a front row seat was not helping.

“Now I like to explain all of my procedures to my patients beforehand. While you are paralyzed to a degree, you will still feel things. That’s perfectly normal.” You were wide eyed, Dr. Thomas chuckling. “The procedure typically takes me around thirty minutes. However, you’ll die from the blood loss or shock after roughly seven so don’t worry about that aspect. Considering you were in an accident less than an hour ago, I suspect it’s more like four or five for you which is unfortunate for me but it is what it is. Perhaps Agent Manns will give me more time.”

He lowered the scalpel to your shoulder and dug in hard to the skin, dragging it inward towards your chest. Your scream was caught in your throat as he did it on the other side to match.

Dean was shouting and thrashing on the table beside you but you couldn’t even turn your head to look. Dr. Thomas started talking about incisions and procedures and then you felt something completely unnatural against your arm, another shout trapped in your lungs. Forget the brave face. You would have been full on wailing if you were capable of it.

Crack. Snap. Shudder. Rip. It was around the time that Dr. Thomas held up something dark red and sticky looking that your body decided passing out was the best course of action. Unfortunately, it wasn’t doing that for some reason and you were stuck on the edge of consciousness, terrified and wishing something would come along and smash your head in to end this.

A loud bang shot out and something heavy smacked your leg, something else skirting against your side. 

“Dear god,” whispered Sam. Your eyes were locked open as you heard Sam rush over, staring down at you for only a split second before he moved to Dean. 

That was not good. You were far more injured that Dean, somewhere on the verge of death if you figured. Sam would have stopped to help you first.

Unless you were beyond saving.

“Sweetheart,” said Dean, grabbing one of your blood covered hands in both of his. Fuck he was crying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were so totally fucked. He looked over to Sam, Sam staring back with an open mouth. They couldn’t fix this. Shit, shit. You were going to die cut open like a Thanksgiving turkey. “W-What about Cas?”

“Dean,” said Sam, an air of resignation in his voice. “He’s in Kansas.”

“Jack then.”

“He’s with Cas. He doesn’t know how to-”

“A spell, a cure, something! Take her upstairs to a fucking doctor!” shouted Dean. 

“De. Half of her organs are…” said Sam as you got light headed, Dean’s hand running over your head. Dean found your face, his chin wobbling. “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Then we sit with our girl,” said Dean softly, tucking a hair behind your ear. “And you fall asleep, sweetheart and when you wake up again, you’ll feel all better. I’ll come find you someday. Okay? Just close your eyes and try to sleep for me.”

Dean lowered his head, kissing your forehead as he fought back the tears that wanted to spill over. Sam took your other hand, squeezing it gently as you tried to do what he asked.

“Bloody hell, of course a Winchester took out a nutter like that. I’d have thunk he deserved more than a bullet,” said a familiar voice. 

“Rowena?” both boys echoed. She didn’t respond though, Sam’s hand dropping yours as a flash of red hair moved in front of you. You stared up at her, her hands cradling your cheeks.

“Dean, let go.” He did and about two seconds later you were shot straight upright, body in one piece, full of feeling and horror as you wrapped your arms over your chest, looking all around. 

“What the hell was that?” asked Sam while Dean shrugged out of his fed jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, buttoning you up before he picked you up and was cradling you in his arms.

Rowena faced him with a hand on her hip, your own gaze falling down to where a dead Dr. Thomas lay on the floor, blood oozing from the back of his open head.

“Do you boys still not see me as a friend?” she asked, an undercurrent of hurt in her voice. You were shaking in Dean’s arms, clutching to his shirt with your too long sleeves. 

“You’re the queen of hell. Why would you stop a death?” asked Sam. She rolled her eyes and approached you, resting a hand on your arm.

“Because I’m the queen of hell and I do as I please, Samuel.” You wanted to say thank you but all you could manage was a few jumbled words as you buried yourself in Dean’s neck. “She’s in shock, quite bad. Best to take her home and let her rest.”

“Thank you Rowena,” said Dean, walking past her, stopping near the entrance to the room. “Next time you need something, just let us know and we’ll help.”

“Of course. I’ll take care of this mess. Oh and Y/N, dear?” You managed to lift your head, grateful to find Sam was right on Dean’s heels. “This lad is going to be spending a lot of time on the receiving end of what he gave out up here down in hell. I promise you that.”

You nodded, giving her a thumbs up. Dean kissed the top of your head, his hold on you tight.

“You’re going to be alright, sweetheart. Just give it some time.”

“How’s that feel?” asked Dean for what felt like the twentieth time back at the motel. You’d showered, took another another shower, took a bath, took another shower and currently were wrapped up in a mess of Dean’s pajamas on the bed with a big towel in your hair. 

“Better,” you said, your voice back with you once you’d gotten out of the hospital morgue. Sam was off relaying what he’d found to the local police. Apparently Dr. Thomas had worked on a few cases for the county but his sister it turned out was a hot shot detective who’d been covering for him for years. It was how he’d found out about you and Dean investigating.

Honestly that woman would be better off going out like her brother. She’d covered up a lot of murders for her brother. It’d be a miracle if someone didn’t take her out before then. Not that you particularly would mind that. 

You patted the bed beside you, Dean taking a seat and pulling you into his lap. He removed the damp towel and nuzzled the top of your head with his cheek, strong arms wrapped all around your body.

“So we really nailed that whole careful thing, huh?” you said. Dean chuckled deeply, inhaling the scent of your damp hair, a pretty lilac and vanilla blend you knew he liked. 

“How do you do that? Make me laugh when I don’t feel like ever laughing again,” he said, tightening his hold.

“Because I’m hilarious,” you said, closing your eyes, wrapping your hands around his forearms. “You might not understand this but what you said when I thought…you made me feel safe even when I was scared that was it. You were a guy protecting his girl tonight, even if it’s not the way you meant it.”

“Meant every word,” he whispered, breathing slowly. 

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize for not stopping it. There’s no way we saw that coming.”

“Okay,” he said, draping his legs over yours, leaning back against the headboard with you. “How’s that feel? Comfy?”

You smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, tucking in closer. “I got you, Winchester. I’ll be alright. A chocolate milkshake and order of fries wouldn’t hurt though.”

“You’re hungry? After all that?” he chuckled. 

“Yup. Ask Sam to pick some up on his way back,” you said, tilting your head back, kissing under his jaw. “Our date got cut short after all.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You couldn’t talk earlier,” he said, taking your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I’ll have nightmares, I’m sure, and all the other crap we get. But right now in this moment, with you, I’m okay.” He smiled, holding your body against his.

“I love you so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Even if you do get kidnapped by serial killers.” You whacked his leg, Dean’s laugh rumbling against your back.

“Love you too, ya dork.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA For telling my partner I'd like to bring my ex into our relationship?

I'm copying this over from r/relationship_advice, because the responses are giving me the impression they don't really get what polyamory is & I'm hoping tumblr does. For reference: there's me (29M), my ex (28, Trans Man), and my partner (30M).

My ex and I were best friends in high school, went to the same college, & dated through the tail end of undergrad, for about a year and change. We ended things on very good terms, the only reason we broke up was a difference in life paths: I stayed in the city to get my Master's, he traveled constantly for his work (he's a sculptor who makes these huge custom multimedia pieces, they're genuinely some of the most beautiful things I've seen). We fell out of touch for the most part, but I'd see him popping up on social media occasionally, or he'd text me when he was in town and we'd hang out, along with some other school friends.

The last time I saw him before our present situation was about 3 1/2 years ago today. We went out for drinks, he came back to my place after, and we ended up hooking up. He stayed in town for about a week, and we hooked up a few more times, and then he left again. He sort of dropped off the face of the earth after that, but he'd always been pretty sporadic, especially when he had a big project, so I didn't think much about it.

Not long after that, I met my current partner. He's truly one of my favorite people in the whole world; he's incredibly thoughtful, and earnest, and passionate about his morals & principles (he's an environmental lawyer), and more than anything, he's someone I never feel like I have to pretend with. He asked for my number, we had our first date a few days later, and ended up staying awake the entire night just talking about anything and everything, so we went ahead and got 5am pancakes and called it our second date. We've been together for a little over 3 years now, we've been moved in together for about 2, and while we've had the occasional fight or rough patch I can definitely say I love this man, and I plan to spend the rest of my life with him.

So, the big change.

About a year ago (~2 years since seeing my ex, my partner and I have lived together for about a year at this point), my partner and I are having a night in, and there's a knock at the door. It's my ex, looking absolutely ragged, holding a 15 month old baby. As in, a baby who was conceived 24 months before then. Yep, it's pretty much what you're guessing. I let them both in, we had a sit down in the kitchen, and he told me everything he'd been doing in the past 2 years in between me cussing him out for keeping it all from me in the first place. I really do want to keep this as short as possible, so to give you the super condensed version:

She's my daughter, he's completely sure about that, there's no one else he's been with the math is even close to correct for

The second he found out he was pregnant, he more or less panicked. He's got a whole Thing about feeling like he's irresponsible/not a "real" adult, and this really set him off, so telling me felt like "admitting to fucking both our lives up" at the time. His OB/GYN said some pretty awful shit to him about not being more careful as a trans man too, which just made it all even worse

Because of all that, he'd genuinely planned to just never tell me I have a daughter & raise her completely on his own, but a few things compounded to force his hand:

The birth was really rough on him, and his recovery was slow enough he was having trouble going back to work, to the point where money was getting tight

On top of that, our daughter has celiac disease, and between paying out of pocket for blood tests & spending more on baby food she's safe to eat, things got desperate enough he went and took out a really dodgy loan from a scummy payday company

He was at our door because all of this had finally spiraled to a point where he'd lost his apartment, they'd been sleeping in his car for about a week, and he couldn't think of anything else to do

I think I was probably feeling every human emotion in existence at the same time through all of this, but the thing I remember most from the whole conversation was the way my partner kept drifting right back to the baby, and the soft way he looked at her. We put my ex & daughter up in a hotel room for the night and told him we needed to talk, and we'd discuss our options in the morning, but I think even then I kind of knew what our answer was going to be.

Sure enough, for the last year and a half we've been co-parenting our little girl, all three of us. We didn't want to juggle who's got her, or force my ex to find a place to stay, so we've turned my partner's home office into our daughter's room, and redid most of the downstairs layout so my ex could move into an actual bedroom, rather than just sleep on our pullout couch in perpetuity. We finally succeeded in convincing him that rest and recovery was more important than trying to contribute to the house finances right away, and it's been magical watching all that stress and terror slowly fall off him. It's like he's a little more alive again every time I look.

Which is where my question comes in.

I'd like to restate, I love my partner 100%. None of this changes that whatsoever. If I ask, and he says no, that will be the end of the discussion for me completely. But I have eyes. My ex is, objectively, a very attractive man. I know we work well together, and I have to admit I'm very curious to see where that same chemistry could lead now that he's not on the other side of the country half the time. I've also been noticing these little moments between him and my partner. Nothing I'd consider crossing a line, but I've caught my partner checking my ex out several times, as well as vice versa, and they get along remarkably well. Sometimes I'll go to enter a room, and see them both sitting there laughing and chatting and playing with our baby, and I'll just hang back to watch because it makes me so happy.

Add to all that, we're pretty deeply ingrained in each other's lives now. My partner and I don't often go out on dates alone anymore, but the last few times we did it felt as if my ex was missing from the table. We watched a movie together last night, and my ex sat in the middle of us with his feet in my partner's lap and his head on my chest, and it felt just as natural as my arm on my partner's shoulder. It's not about just having sex with him, and it's not that I'd want to invite any old person into our relationship. I know we already all love each other, and I think there's potential for that to become romantic between the two of us and my ex.

It just feels as though we're all holding our breath, waiting for someone else to say it first. My ex certainly isn't going to bring it up when he's living rent free in "our" home (it's his home too, but he doesn't seem to see it like that yet). My partner grew up sheltered enough that I'm not sure he's ever heard of polyamory at all, so he's not going to bring it up. That just leaves me.

My problem is, if I'm wrong about what I think I'm seeing, or if I bring it up the wrong way, I can't take it back. I don't want my partner to feel insecure or betrayed, I don't want my ex to feel pressured or put on the spot, and I definitely don't want my daughter to lose any of us, which I know could happen if we aren't all on the same page. Or worse, if we do all date and it goes badly.

Should I just keep this whole thing secret? Is that even worse? Would I be the asshole for opening this can of worms on everyone else?

Help!

#aita #am i the asshole

[miley1442111]

Hi sorry to bother you but can you make a spencer reid x reader with the mute!reader and he helping her with everything.

Thank you so much sorry to bother you.

this is so cute! I did some research but I am nowhere near well-versed enough to know everything so please someone tell me if i've made a mistake !!!

mutism- s.reid

a/n: intended for fem reader, but as always imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: how you and spencer met, the first time spencer heard you speak, and a look into your life together :)

pairing: spencer reid x mute! reader

warnings: none

You were mute. You knew sign language and could talk to specific people on very specific occasions. You’d had it since you were diagnosed at 4 years old and it truthfully wasn’t the end of the world, but it did suck to not have had a date at the age of 22. Not that you weren’t beautiful, not that people hadn’t tried, you just… didn’t speak. 

But, CalTech was amazing, you were a biology student and you loved it. You could just lock in, ignoring the world around you and spend time in the lab for hours on end. Though, you couldn’t exactly investigate the growth rate of organisms in a crowded college bar. 

“I’m getting another drink!” Your very drunk friend shouted over the voices in the bar. You nodded your head, staring down at your half-empty drink as you sighed. You wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here, at this stupid bar. Your friend, Maria, was a party-animal. You two had been dorm mates for the last 3 years and she had started learning sign language from the first week. She’d brought you into her friend group, allowing you a group of about 7 girls who all had your back. 

Well, they usually had your back, just not while they were all drunk and hooking up with their partners in the bathrooms or in their dorms, which is what all of them were doing right now. 

A tall and lanky boy sat beside you on your left and your body went rigid, silently begging him to not try and talk to you. 

“Spencer, come on!” One of his rowdy friends shouted. Spencer. Spencer was very cute. He had long-enough hair, brown trousers with a tie and shirt on. He looked far too overdressed for a simple college bar and you smiled. 

He was more than cute, he was gorgeous. You were shocked you’d never seen him modelling.

“No, I’m tired,” he laughed at his friend. “Go dance without me!” His friend gave up, walking off to a group of equally lanky and nerdy boys, all attempting to dance. 

Another man sat on your right, the seat where Maria had sat and you were instantly filled with anxiety again. Maria was nowhere to be seen and there were two men beside you, either of them could easily start trying to talk to you and what would you do? Just write it down on a napkin? On your phone? 

You hadn’t had this problem in a very long time. 

“So, you come here often?” The guy on your right asked, a soft smile on his face. He seemed to be the typical frat boy, kind of asshole-y but nicer than others you’d met. You tried to ignore him, pulling out your phone and texting Maria, saying you were going home instead of staying out longer, but he persisted. “What’s your name?”

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spencer had been attempting to make conversation with you all year. He knew you were the smartest in your class, since he and your professor were friends and he often read over your papers. He thought you had the most beautiful mind, he didn’t even care what you looked like, he just wanted to know you. 

But, he had found out what you looked like from your photo online and he fell harder. You were gorgeous, smart, and interesting. He also knew you were mute. Back in your first year at college most people had just assumed that you were rude or too prideful to speak to certain people, and that you were getting special treatment from teachers by them letting you not present your projects. This meant your facilitators had to make an announcement to most of your classes, explaining why you didn’t speak. He saw your face one day as your professor explained to the class that you were mute, you looked so embarrassed and ashamed and he felt his heartbreak. He'd been embarrassed of his intelligence his whole life (but trust me, he knew that these were VERY different things) and he felt an uncertain connection to you. 

“She’s my girlfriend,” he tried to sound intimidating to the guy but he knew he wasn’t exactly a beefy 6 '2 frat boy.

The frat boy got the message. 

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You felt sick, Spencer was speaking for you and all of it could’ve gone to shit if that frat boy hadn’t gotten the hint. You quickly got up, looked at Spencer and signed ‘thank you’ and practically ran through the door, just wanting to get back to your dorm, 

“Umm, wait!” Spencer followed you out to the car park and you turned to face him, feeling hot under his gaze despite the cold, dark night around you both. “I’m S-Spencer, sorry if that was really weird but I wanted him to l-leave you alone, I-I know who you are a-and… yeah.”

He knew who you were? You looked at him confused. 

“Professor Monk! I help with his corrections sometimes, I’ve read your papers, they’re really good,” he smiled. “C-can I get your number or something?” Something like panic flashed over his features, clearly shocked at his own words. 

You took out your phone and wrote out “I seriously doubt I’d be much fun, I don’t talk,” you showed it to him, and he chuckled. 

“I know sign language,” He smiled and your heart swelled. You didn’t know it now, but on your wedding day, he would admit that it was a very big lie. 

You held out your hand for his phone and he handed it over, you punched in your number and that was the start of your beautiful love story. 

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Through your life together, Spencer was always there for you, there to calm you down, speak for you, be there for you, and to love you.

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The first night he heard you speak was a year and half into your relationship, it was purely accidental on your part, genuinely comfortable enough to just speak and you did. 

“You’re so funny,” you quietly said between his and your own laughter. His own smile grew, while your face heated. 

“You spoke,” he observed, holding you from behind, his taller figure engulfing yours. “You have a nice voice.”

You whispered a meek “thank you” and he could’ve sworn that his heart grew three sizes. He didn’t want to push you, he just kissed you on the cheek and continued on with his cooking while he internally freaked out. Despite being together so long, you still found ways to fluster and surprise him. The majority of the time, he spent feeling like a schoolboy with how smitten he was with you. 

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So, you knew Spencer would always have your back, always love you, and always care.

He promised you so on your wedding day.

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Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

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And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

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Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

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 You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

 It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

 When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

 They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

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Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

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Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

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Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

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Jealous.

 I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY!  Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore.  He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

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Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

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