MasterList / Akane’s profile / Art by @aneenasevla
TIMELINE: this story begins after Cookies'n'Cream and at the same time as Devil's Food. If you haven't read those, I recommend you check them out. This is part 4 of an ongoing series.
Chapter 1 - Hopeless (part 1)
"Huh? Girl, what the hell!", Akane almost screamed into her phone, while talking with her old high school friend. "I was just joking around!"
Her face turned very red. That stupid comment she made on Instagram under a photo her friend had posted was still there and she wouldn't take it back, but hey, people were always saying stupid shit on social media, right?
Yes, the men in that photo caught her attention, and she really liked that hot tanned guy too, but there were at least seven or eight girls asking for his DMs, so as a second option, she turned her attention to the other two, who were as big as gorillas. Apparently the bald one was a famous MMA fighter and she was well aware of how utterly thirsty her friend was for that type of man, so she decided to look at the other one. Blonde, his hair clearly bleached, and a face so dumb-looking that she felt a little sorry for him. Of course, as a joke, she asked for his DMs...
She just didn't expect that her damn comment would be taken seriously.
"Well... that's the problem, Akane. He didn't take it as a joke," Tomori sighs on the other end of the line, sounding a little tired. "Rihito is a very literal guy. Especially when it comes to women. It's been four months and he won't fucking drop it..."
"For fuck's sake… Giiiiirl…," she rubs her face, exasperated. It was her lunch break, so she was eating at a nearby convenience store. "I even forgot about that dude's face, can you believe it? I already have too much on my plate. But is he really bothering you? Tell your pet gorilla to tell him to knock that shit off! Isn't he a badass fighter or something like that?"
"No chance, sis, he’s one of Naoh’s best friends. The most he can do is tell him to leave me alone while I'm in the middle of work. But as soon as I go to sit with them during lunch break, he resumes with his bullshit", She snorts, and Akane can imagine her rolling her eyes. He goes like 'What about your friend, Tomori? Has she made up her mind? Did you give her my number?', and so on. Seriously, I like him, but it's getting really annoying. That's why I decided to end this once and for all and tell you what's going on."
"Holy shit, that sucks", Akane sighs. "It's just that I... I just dumped an idiot, you know who... dipshit wanted something more serious and I really, really didn't, he's a bum and has nothing going on for him, you know... ?," She remembers the fight they had. "Sorry, I don't know if I want an encore for a while. You were lucky, but you know I'm not... and I really doubt that the blonde gorilla can handle a Gyaru..."
"Shit, girl…," Tomori says sympathetically. She remains silent for about two seconds before saying, more quietly, as if she had brought the phone closer to her mouth "Look, if you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to drop it. But...," She hesitates a little. "I don't believe he wouldn't know how to deal with you. He... well, he's a pretty intense guy. Not to say batshit crazy. You had to hear about all the crazy things that Naoh and he were up to, it even involved the police..."
"Oh, hell no… didn’t you hear what I just said?!," She whimpers. "I don't want an idiot who has a history with the damn dogs, Tomori..."
"I know, relax. They've straightened up, I swear," She sighs. "What I'm trying to say is that your lifestyle wouldn't be a shock to this guy, because he's seen and experienced a lot of crazy shit that I can't even name properly, you know?"
"Damn…," she sighs again. In truth, she didn't want to say that it had been a few months since she had kicked her stupid, good-for-nothing fuck-buddy to the curb, but she was still too upset to start anything new... The problem was that she was already feeling the urge, and Papa Satan knew very well the type of woman she was. Hiro, her brother in arms on nights out, knew very well what she was like. "Okay, here's the thing... do you have his Instagram so I can check it out? I want to see if he can make me wanna take off my panties… but hey!," she almost shouts into the phone, as a warning. "I'm not doing this for him, didja hear me? It's only to make him leave you alone, and if you said he can handle me, I'll go all out. I won't hold back on the Gyaru gear. I want to see if he can handle the heat."
"He doesn't have an Instagram account, but I have some photos that I took with them over the months, and others that Naoh sent me. I'll send them to you. And I appreciate it, but seriously, you don't need to force yourself. If you don't want to, just say so, and I'll tell him to knock it off. Rihito is insistent as hell, but he also knows when to throw in the towel," She assures, her voice becoming a little more urgent.
"Wait, what kind of dumbass caveman-wannabe doesn’t have an Instagram account these days? And seriously, what kind of name is Rihito? That's either a really stupid name or a nom de guerre or something. If it's a nom de guerre, I understand, I even think it's cool..."
A straight man having a nom de guerre... that was news to her. But why "Rihito”? Why a name that literally meant “beyond human reason”?
"He says it's 'social media for sissies’. Yeah, I'll let you know that he's that kind of guy. And he's got a bit better over the last few months," Tomori grunts a little. "And Rihito is his nickname. Or his public identity, as he likes to say. He likes to act like he's a comic book superhero or something. It's cute and kinda ridiculous at the same time..."
"Fuckin' hell, woman, look what you got me into…," Akane lets out a grunt.
"Sorry! I swear I wouldn't even be bothering you if I weren't sick of this. I'm doing this more out of conscience, to make it clear to him that I at least tried, because again, you don't have to accept it," Tomori guarantees, her tone now softer. "I really didn't know about your situation with your fuck-buddy. We've been so out of touch lately, now I'm feeling guilty."
"Relax, honey, I’m also to blame. I've been busy at the beauty salon too. I've also been a little down and I'm not even going out with my friends from the Izakayas anymore. They're all kinda settling down too, since they're all in their late twenties or early thirties. They're becoming like the ladies whose hair I cut and dye in the most boring colors," she makes a theatrical sound of nausea. "Nothing against your hair color, Tomoh, but it's sorta like when you're making your cookies, y'know? Eventually you get tired of seeing them every day... speaking of which, I want a box of 'em. I'll pay you the next time we meet."
"I understand, Kane. I got sick of sweet stuff for a reason, after all," Tomori laughs a little. "And of course, I'll make you a pretty fancy box. I can even offer a discount, to compensate for the trouble... oh, shit, me talking like that makes it seem like going out with him would be fuckin' torture," She laughs more.
"I'm a warrior, my dear. You know about my battles and my scars'', which were almost metaphorical, of course. She prided herself on having very good skin, thank you very much. "I endured gaslighters and even stalker threats... what's a gorilla compared to that?"
She laughs loudly. "Yeah, I know all about your struggles, hahaha! And yes, he is a gorilla. A gorilla plush, in this case. He's pushy and very inconvenient, but a really nice guy once you get to know him better. He wouldn't be one of my boyfriend's best friends if that weren't the case," Akane could almost hear her smiling fondly.
"Hnf… I can only believe it when I see it, so send me those damn pics. Don't say anything to him yet, I don't promise anything either. If there's one that shows his pants, I want it too. Gotta check it out to see if it's worth it...," she laughs quietly. "My lunch break is almost over, so I'll see it later. Then I'll give you an answer, okay?"
"Okay, I'll send it as soon as I hang up. The first one will give you a good idea of the quality of this specimen. The four of them took it on a day when they decided to go fishing, so clothes were a bit unnecessary, haha. The others were on nights I went out with them, casual things... and...," She now hesitates a little. "Please, don't think that this is me trying to pressure you, but... send your answer as quickly as possible, please. If I have to hear one more "what about your friend, Tomori?", I'll be forced to commit murder, which will really harm my criminal record and probably cost me a relationship, haha."
"I'm an expert on this matter and I can say that you can claim self-defense in court!," she laughs loudly, snoring a little. "Okay, I got back to the salon and my boss is already glaring at me, so I'm going to hang up. Send those pics and I'll make my decision. A punch in your eye and a kiss on your check, honey! Bye!," She hangs up.
It doesn't take long for her to hear the sound of notifications coming in, indicating that Tomori had wasted no time and was already sending her the photos. The poor thing must have been really desperate to get rid of that Rihito guy. She takes advantage of the fact that she didn't have any clients at that time and opens the photos Tomori sent her, making a discredited pout. The Gorilla type was a kind of bodybuilder who worked out to get strong, on any and every body part that there was to work on, and they ended up looking like a Hulk wannabe. The Okubo guy, who her friend menaged to put in a leg lock, was that type of man, and with excellence. He was easily almost seven feet tall, which made her wonder, with some hilarity, how they managed to fuck without him having to contort himself like a pretzel. The second one in the right corner of the photo was the hot tanned guy who had made every single woman in their social circle wet their panties. He wasn't a mountain of muscles like Tomori's boyfriend, but he had his own defined biceps, triceps, chest and abdomen to show off, accompanied by a tanned skin that would make most of her Gyaru friends jealous. The third, on the far left, was the smallest of the four, and despite appearing to be pretty fit, he was nowhere near as large as his fishing companions. His straight black hair, his affable expression and his fox-like eyes gave him a somewhat intellectual air; most likely the brains of that group. And the last one, right next to Okubo…
"Gorilla" was certainly an appropriate definition. He was huge. Really huge, with a broad chest where you could bury your face in and stay there until you suffocated, and if you tried to escape, the absurdly muscular arms wouldn't allow it. His six-pack would give Tomori's boyfriend's a run for its money. His face at first glance wasn't anything special (the tanned guy was by far the most handsome of the group, there wasn't any doubt), but his eyes were big, green and very expressive. They showed a somewhat smug happiness as he lifted the huge fish by the fishing line, which seemed to weigh nothing to him.
"Hnmm…," she licks a little of the lollipop she had bought to accompany the tedious afternoon that would be the second half of her working day. She zooms in on the photo, wanting to see a specific part better…
And those stupid baggy swimming trunks didn't show much. Damn it. Normally she was good at figuring these things out. But it seemed proportionate, which left her giving it the benefit of doubt. Yeah... he seemed like her type. He could even become a nice fuck-buddy... she checked the other photos. They didn't have much focus, but they confirmed that she needed to see it in person to know... he had a nice ass too; apparently someone also worked well on that. She looked at a photo with another guy with wavy black hair, and she got a little interested, but she looked away as soon as she saw him sitting with his arm around the shoulders of another friend of hers. Oh, so Kanami the Butch got herself a boyfriend too? Attagirl! And a hot one too… she nodded in approval. Okay, back to the blonde guy.
After a thorough analysis, she shrugged. Yes, he was her type, in addition to having a nice body. He also seemed kinda cute and practically had “idiot” written all over his face. Just the way she liked it. She starts to tip a response.
Panther:
Verdict: he'll do
hey wolfie, tell this guy I wanna test him
but if he complains about my style, I'll kick him to the fuckin curb
also, you said rihito isn't his real name, right?
what's this specimen called?
Wolfie:
you're completely within your rights, panther!
but I don't believe he'll do that, he likes women who aren't afraid to show their bodies
naoh almost punched him once when he caught him looking at my legs lmao
and his name's ichiro
nakata ichiro
but he prefers the nickname
again, superhero with a secret identity
kinda cringe xD
Panther:
I told ya, if it's a nom de guerre, I'm cool with it
I have one after all
still, don't send him my number yet
from what I know about this guy, he'll probably keep sending me dick pics
no matter how much I wanna see it, it's still gross, c'mon
Wolfie:
I didn't give him your number for that very reason
he'd definitely call you a hundred times and send you some gross stuff
but he calmed down when I suggested he make an instagram account to talk to you
fragile masculinity, imma right?
Panther:
oh boy... I foresee some debates, and not the good kind...
sheesh, here comes a old hag for us to salvage
sort everything out for me and I'll give you a really nice trim as a thanks
what do you say?
afterall you now have a human king kong to impress
Wolfie:
girl, I love you so much!
I'm in!
and yes, he loves to run his hands through my hair, so it's good to keep it nice and smooth hahaha
they're coming back from their trip in a couple of days, so I'll give them the news
you can choose the best day for the date
Panther:
any weekend is fine
I have nothing scheduled, not even for the holidays, so it's up to you
just remember that it’s almost winter, so I wanna go somewhere warm, for god’s sake.
Wolfie:
leave it to me!
now I'm gonna let you do your thing
I know that's a lot of work hahaha
I'll send you a message when I sort everything out with him
I just have to let you know
I wasn't exaggerating when I said he's intense
he's the clingy type, and is kinda difficult to push him away
so, if you need to, put your foot down
he's a bit clueless but he understands what ‘no’ means
Panther:
sweetheart, you're talking to a professional
get a grip
and I'm in the mood for a physical dude
mama’s gonna eat good 🍑🍑
Wolfie:
LMAO
yeah, I know you
but I'm warning you for a reason
he's really strong
like, REALLY strong
so you better lay your boundaries from the beginning
cause if he grabs you, it will be difficult to get out of his hug lol
Panther:
bitch you're scaring me a little here
do you want me to fuck him or not?
"Tomori, I need help at table three...," Kanami's voice echoes from the counter, arriving in the kitchen and turning down the volume "There's a group of teenagers here and a young Gyaru here who eats like a freakin' pig... Sounds like my boyfriend, I swear…"
Tomori laughs loudly "Okay, Kanny, I'm gonna help you with Ohma's clone!," She calls over her shoulder before finishing typing her answer on the phone.
Wolfie:
go ahead, I said he's nice, and he is
it's just that I worry about how you'll feel, considering you just came out of a bad situationship
and he may not understand that at first
he's a nice guy but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed
Panther:
girl, don't rain on my parade
let me have a taste first
I'm a pro, I'll fold him like a napkin, trust me
now bye, go find something else to do
And her icon went offline.
Tomori sets her phone aside and gets up from the table with a sigh. Well, her part was already done. Rihito was going to owe her a big one. She worries for a few seconds, wondering if that was a good idea. But she didn't fear so much for her friend. She feared more for her boyfriend's friend. He had no idea who he was messing with... but perhaps an experience with the fierce predator that was Agata Akane was what that dumbass needed.
…
"Wait, really, babe?," Okubo blinks, while they were returning home, after he sent the other three idiots away and picked her up from work. "You really convinced your friend to go on a date with him?"
"I did. Even I'm finding it hard to believe that it worked!," She widens her eyes at him, an arm around his waist while he rests his on her shoulders. "Do you remember that post I made on Instagram, a few months ago, with that photo we took that Saturday? The five of us, after we left the market."
"Yeah, I remember. And I also remember what happened a few weeks later. Rihito spent fuckin' forever talking non-stop, and on the second weekend we beat his ass because we were fed up. I even left him limping, so he got the message, hahahaha! But yeah, he even said this chick's name, Akane. He kept bothering Himuro to look at her profile and everything. That was the last straw, dipshit refuses to make a profile and wants to invade her DMs with other people's accounts. Can you believe it?"
"That's so mean, Naoh, hahaha!," She laughs loudly, resting the side of her head on his chest. "But yeah, he deserved it. Akane thought that his beef with Instagram was stupid, but she overlooked the rest. Lucky him," She shakes her head. "I swear to you, love, I only did it because he wouldn't stop bothering me. Every single day! All I had to do was sit down to have lunch with you guys and he would start talking his ass off! I was almost beating him myself, sorry about that."
"No, relax. I was actually hoping that next time you would bring your baseball bat because I’m fed up too. But the hardest part will fall on your friend's shoulders, you know, he could do something stupid and she would run away from him like the devil runs from a cross."
"Oh, you don’t have to worry about that…," She smiled at him, and that smile was sharp, almost dangerous. "Akane isn’t the type to run away like that. It's the others who run away from her. Rihito is going to be in for a real surprise, trust me."
"Hnmmm...," he didn't seemed very convinced. "Look Tomori, I don't know... I've seen Rihito go after lots of women, in all shapes and sizes, and... it's kinda sad, actually. He really doesn't know how to behave around women. I mean, he was even worse than me, he only behaved a little when we were all together and...," his eyes widened, and his face lit up. "I have an idea! Tomoh, how about a double date?"
"Huh?," She blinks at him, her mouth opening in surprise. "A double date? Like, you, me and the two of them?"
"Yeah! This way I can hold the idiot back. I mean... with us together, he'll hold his tongue and he won't feel obligated to impress her, you know? Not to mention that if you need to, you can take her to the bathroom and have a chat, then you can give me a hint as to whether everything's going well or not. I... I feel like I owe him this one, y'know..."
"... Oh. You still feel indebted to him, don't you? For what he did after our disastrous first date...," That was now a distant memory that no longer affected her, so she could remember the humiliation of having to deal with a completely drunk Okubo in a public place without it upsetting her. "I understand. I think I would feel the same way. It was because of what he was willing to do that I concluded he was a nice guy after all."
"Yeah… so… do you think it'll work? And...," he pulls her closer to him, smiling mischievously. "I miss you, y'know... after we've both left, we can have some quality time for ourselves too. What do you say?"
She smiles sweetly at him, hugging him sideways, snuggling the side of her head against that broad chest that she loved to use as a pillow. "I was thinking the same. I miss you too... our last outings were to my parents' house, and there I can't cuddle with you the way I like, haha. So yes, it was a great idea!"
"See? From time to time I have some good ideas, I'm not that stupid…," he jokes, smiling at her.
"You're not stupid. You just have a simpler and more direct mentality, and a lot of good things can come out of that. Like now," She jokes too, taking his hand in hers and placing a small kiss on its back.
At that moment they arrive at his car. He opens the door for her, closes it when she gets in and walks around to get on the other side.
Tyler Galpin is a nice guy, always remembering your coffee order, and making sure to ask how your day is. So, when he asks you out, you don't have a reason to say no. Right?
It’s hard to fathom a bear did that, tore that man from limb to limb. But you’re not one to look under your bed for monsters before you go to sleep.
So, if the police are saying a bear did it, you have no reason to doubt them.
Even if it leaves a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
At least no one else is that worried, the people of Jericho going about their everyday lives like people aren’t being slaughtered in the woods.
You tuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket, shielding them from the cold weather.
You set your eyes on the building in front of you, stepping into much warmer air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills your nose, and a slight smile forms on your lips.
The Weathervane is your sacred place. Any worries instantly leave your mind when you walk through those doors. You can just sit in your favorite booth, sip on something hot, and not have to think about anything that is bothering you outside these walls.
“The usual?”
You’re met with a familiar voice. The same pair of bright eyes peeking under brown curls that you see almost every day.
“Yeah. Thanks, Tyler.”
You flash him an appreciative smile as he starts making your latte.
You can’t say you know Tyler Galpin that well. You went to school with him, always knew of him, but never really ran in the same circles. It wasn’t until he started working at the Weathervane that you two really spoke, usually just small talk. But it didn’t take long for him to start remembering your order.
“What are you up to today?” He asks as he sets down your cup on the counter.
A small sigh leaves your lips. “I wish I could hang around here today, but my mom really wants me to run some errands for her.”
“Bummer,” he says, laced with sarcasm. A smile traces his lips.
“I guess my life could be worse.” The smile on your face says you’re joking, but your voice is sucked dry of any humor.
He doesn’t seem to notice, and if he does, he pretends not to. You hand him the money for the drink, fingers brushing against his.
You don’t think too much of it, grabbing your cup. “Thanks again, Tyler.”
“See you later, Y/N,” he calls after you. You’re already walking out the door.
Cluelessly, you walk across the street, not noticing how he watches you through the window.
There’s an uneasiness that has settled over the town, even if no one wants to acknowledge it. Whispers are starting, quiet gossip wondering if it’s really a bear that’s responsible for these attacks. People want to point fingers, blaming Nevermore, the school for Outcasts that lies on the outskirts of town.
You’re not sure what to think, grouping yourself with the people who don’t want to speak or think about it at all.
So, you keep your eyes on the pages in front of you. The sun has gone down, the red neon sign in the window now illuminating the words you’ve been reading all afternoon.
You don’t realize how late it is, or how you’re the only person left at the Weathervane. Besides Tyler.
You don’t know it until a mug being set down in front of you makes your head snap up.
“Thought you might need a refill.” Tyler looks down at you and the empty cup on the table. “I made it decaf,” he adds.
Your hand inches towards your wallet.
“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” he assures as he sits in the booth across from you.
You move your hand away, relaxing. “Giving me freebies now?” An amused smile on your lips. “Thanks.”
“Don’t get used to it.” The tone in his voice matching yours.
Your smile doesn’t leave your face even as you sip your latte.
“Is it good?” He asks, motioning in your direction.
“The coffee or the book?”
“The book.” Before you can respond, he continues, “I mean it must be, you haven’t been able to stop reading it since you got here.”
You laugh but end up narrowing your eyes at him. “Does that mean you’ve been watching me?” Humor still seeps into your words.
He blinks, sighing, almost taken aback.
“I guess you caught me.” He straightens back up, his eyes on you as a smirk slowly spreads across his face. “But how could I not?”
Now it’s your turn to be taken aback. Any hints of a joke, gone. Your smile falls a little, realization creeping in.
He notices, concern creasing his face. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No!” You’re quick to remedy the situation. “It just… caught me off guard,” you finish.
“That I like you?”
You don’t expect him to be so forward with you.
“We just don’t know each other that well.”
“That’s true,” he says, furrowing his brow like he’s deep in thought about something.
A few moments pass before he says anything else. “We could fix that.” He searches your face for any sign of hesitance. “You could go to the Harvest Festival with me tomorrow night?”
You inhale, looking over his face, finding how hopeful he is. There’s nothing wrong with Tyler. There’s no reason for you not to go out with him. He’s attractive, nice, and now gives you free coffee. You’re just surprised that he likes you.
“Okay.”
You see him relax, like he just let out the breath he was holding. A grin is back on his face.
“Great. Pick you up at eight.”
You smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt, pulling a jacket over it. You’ve been thinking about your date with Tyler all day, nervously waiting for it. You check the time, noting that he’ll be here any minute.
You head downstairs, finding your mom on the couch, watching some stupid reality TV show.
“I didn’t know you were going out.” Her voice rings out over the TV.
“I thought I told you I was going to the Harvest Festival.”
She turns down the volume, her attention more focused on you now.
“You’re going alone? Are you sure that’s a good idea? With everything that’s been happening-.”
“I’m not going alone,” you cut off her rambling. You continue at the sign of confusion on her face, “I’m going with Tyler, he’ll be here soon.”
“The sheriff’s son?”
You nod yes.
You can see her visibly relax. The worry being replaced with joy.
“Oh, that’s great, honey.”
The doorbell ringing saves you from anymore explanations.
“That’s him. Bye mom!” You call out, opening the door to your date.
“Have fun!” You hear before shutting the door, stepping outside to greet Tyler.
You don’t think you’re ready for any awkward introductions just yet.
The air around you is buzzing with excitement. People around you jump from ride to ride, from food stands to carnival games.
You didn’t expect Tyler to be such a gentleman. Out of all the dates you’ve been on, you’ve never had a guy open the car door for you, but Tyler did.
Once you two got to the festival, you’ve been on almost every ride. He made sure to buy you cotton candy, which you offered to pay for, but he insisted.
You two ended up playing some game where you try to pop balloons with a dart. Tyler was determined to win you a stuffed animal. After a few tries, he finally did. Or maybe the guy working the game just felt bad for him. You’re not exactly sure.
You cradle the teddy bear in your arms as you wait in line for the Ferris wheel. It’s been nice to get to know him more and for him to know more about you than just your coffee order.
Your eyes roam over him as he looks off into the trees ahead, where the festival stops, and the woods start. You wonder what he’s thinking about.
He must feel the weight of your stare because he catches your eye, face brightening. Your cheeks get warm at getting caught.
“Next!” The man working the ride, yells out.
You sit close to him as the ride starts to move, your thigh touching his. You try to ignore how warm he feels next to you.
“This has been really fun. Thanks for taking me,” you say, trying to slice through the silence.
“Yeah. Thanks for coming with me.” He has that boyish smile again. “I was worried you were going to say no.”
You shrug, a little unsure of how to respond. “I’m glad I didn’t.” You tighten your hold on your teddy bear. “No guy has ever won me a stuffed animal before,” you laugh.
“It took a while, but I got it eventually,” he says, chuckling.
“I’ll cherish it forever.”
His green eyes soften at your words. He looks at you like he’s trying to memorize you, like you’re the only thing of importance, not bothering with anything that’s happening around you.
Something flutters in your stomach as you feel almost embarrassed to hold his gaze. The moonlight shines off his curls and you can feel him lean into you.
Your eyelids flutter as his lips ghost over yours. His fingers find the back of your neck, and his lips finally capture yours. You match his movements, his thumb reaching up to your cheek to slightly caress it.
The kiss starts slow and gentle. But his fingertips press harder into your skin as he deepens it, licking inside your mouth.
It surprises you a little, the kiss beginning to feel hungry.
Teeth sinking into your bottom lip knocks you of your daze. You pull back from Tyler, your finger wiping the part of your lip that hurts, only to look down and see a bit of blood.
You don’t notice how he already licked away the taste of your blood on his own lip.
“Sorry, Y/N. It was an accident.”
You hear him apologizing, sincerity in his voice, but you catch a glint in his eye.
You decide to brush it off. He was just caught in the moment.
You reach over to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s okay.” Your smile causing the guilt to leave his face.
A loud boom moves your attention to the night sky, colors dancing on the black canvas. His hand reaches for yours, squeezing it as you both watch the fireworks.
Tyler lied.
Ever since your date with him, you’ve gone to the Weathervane every day. He’s made it a habit to give you your coffee for free, pretending he never said he wouldn’t.
You and Tyler have wordlessly decided to take things slow. There’s hasn’t been any real conversation about it, but you can tell that he respects your boundaries.
When you went over to his house for a movie night while his dad was at work, Tyler didn’t try anything. The closest he got to you was him wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
It’s not like you don’t want him, but you feel like you moved too fast with your other relationships, and they didn’t turn out so great. So, you want to prevent anything souring between you two. Tyler’s a good guy, something that’s pretty rare to find.
You mostly enjoy talking to Tyler when the Weathervane empties. The only people there are you two, occupying a booth and feeling like you are the only ones that matter.
He’s told you all of the stuff you wouldn’t tell someone on a first date, like that he goes to therapy, and how he wishes his dad talked to him more, or more about one thing in specific.
The death of his mom weighs heavy on him. You can tell it’s a touchy subject for him. He stops himself from talking too much about her, an emotion passing through his eyes that you can’t name.
The only thing you can do is tell him you’re there to listen when he’s ready to talk about it, comforting him with a squeeze of your hand.
Whatever darkness that rolled over him, is now gone, returning to the Tyler you know and see every day.
You’ve wanted to ignore it, pretend that everything is fine in Jericho, believe that the police had everything under control.
But when another person is killed, it’s hard to ignore the danger that surrounds the town.
“Everything okay?” A deep voice takes you out of your thoughts. “You’re letting your coffee get cold.” You look down at your untouched drink.
“Just thinking.” You don’t hide the uncertainty in your voice.
Tyler doesn’t hesitate to sit down across from you, his elbows resting on the table.
“About?” He asks.
You shift, trying to figure out how you’re going to articulate your thoughts to him.
“It’s sad.” You look up, meeting his eyes. “The people dying,” you explain.
He waits for you to continue.
“I guess I’m just scared. I haven’t really wanted to think about it… but now I am.”
He considers your words, sympathy written on his face.
“It is… scary.” He pauses. “But it is only happening in the woods. Since it’s a bear-.”
“Some people are saying it’s a monster or something,” you interrupt him.
“Do you believe that?”
“I don’t know. That’s just what people are saying,” you say defensively. “I mean you should know.”
His eyes narrow, confusion on his face, and before he can say anything, you clarify.
“Your dad. Hasn’t he told you anything?”
“I told you. My dad tells me nothing.”
You lean back in the booth, sighing.
“I don’t like being in the dark either, but you’ll be okay.” You feel his thumb rub circles on the back of your hand. “Just stay away from the woods.”
Tyler’s warning echoes in your head as you drive down the empty road. Tall trees surround you, the headlights on your car illuminating the darkness in front of you.
You silently curse at your mom for making you go to the next town over, just because the store in Jericho was out of something she so desperately needed.
It was daytime when you left, hoping you’d be back before it got dark. But dread filled you as you watched the sun sink past the horizon.
What’s worse, is your car had trouble starting before you began your drive home. The grinding noise making you cringe. It finally worked and now all you can do is clutch your steering wheel and hope for the best.
You’ll be home soon, the outskirts of town starting to look familiar to you.
But is familiarity comforting in this case, or the opposite?
You keep your eyes on the road, but your brows furrow when your music turns off. Your headlights next. Finally, your car stopping in the middle of the road.
You step on the gas, nothing happening. You try turning your car on again. Still nothing.
“Shit,” you mutter.
Your worst fear has happened. Now you can only hear the sound of your breathing as you look around in the darkness.
You turn your phone on, the screen lighting up the car. Before you can call your mom, you find the sealing of your fate in the corner of your phone screen. “No Service”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You throw your phone down onto the seat next to you, your jaw clenching.
You consider your options, either stay in your car and risk freezing to death or try to walk back to town and risk getting brutally murdered.
You know there’s something lurking in these woods but freezing to death feels more likely right now.
You make sure to grab your phone before stepping into the chilly, night air. You wrap your arms around yourself as you look around, beginning your trek to town.
You stay on the side of the road, the rustling of the trees in the wind makes you feel uneasy. You don’t see any sign of anyone or anything.
You used to not believe in scary stories. You never had a problem with any of the Outcasts you met, never thinking of them as “monsters.”
But now you’re not sure. You feel like you have to keep looking over your shoulder. Now you think any of those stories you heard as a kid could be true.
A loud scream stops you in your tracks, your blood turning to ice.
You look in the direction of where you think the scream came from, only seeing the rough outlines of the trees.
You check your phone again, grimacing at the fact you still don’t have service.
You want to run away as fast as you can, but guilt washes over you, unsure if you should leave someone to die with no one around to help.
Taking a deep breath, you step further into the trees. Out of all the dumb decisions you’ve made, this will probably be your dumbest, or your last.
But you can’t help but put yourself in that situation. You would want someone to come to your aid.
You try to keep your footsteps quiet, but they crunch down on the fallen leaves. You wince at the noise.
You try to find where the scream could have come from, but you don’t see anyone.
Until you hear something coming toward you, something loud and big. You stop and listen, eyes widening when you see the silhouette of something you could only see in your nightmares.
Before it gets too close, you hide behind the tree closest to you. You try to steady your harsh breathing, but as you hear it start to go past the other side of the tree, a loud breath escapes you.
You slam your hand against your lips, trying to quiet yourself. But it’s too late, the monster stops, almost like it’s anticipating your next mistake.
You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for this moment to pass. Hoping that it won’t hear you and leave.
After what feels like an eternity, you hear it continue its path, away from you. When you know it’s gone, you put your hand down, almost sighing with relief. You gather yourself, processing your brush with death, and look at your surroundings.
You must’ve gotten turned around because now you can’t remember which way goes back to the road. You also have no idea where that scream came from. But after what you just saw, you can only think the worst.
You pick a path that you think will take you closer to Jericho and is away from the monster. You’re on high alert, eyes moving all around you. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to sleep again.
You slow down when you see a figure ahead of you. It’s a person, which automatically makes you feel better.
As you get closer, you make out the familiar face.
“Tyler?”
Your eyes rake over him, taking in the fact he’s only wearing a tattered T-shirt and pants that are unbuttoned, hanging low on his hips.
The blood is what makes your jaw drop. It’s all over him, like he got into a fight, or… was attacked.
You don’t hesitate to step up to him, taking a closer look.
“Tyler, are you okay? Did the monster-.”
You stop yourself, your arms falling to your sides. You instinctively step back, realizing he has no wounds for the blood to be coming from.
You finally look into his eyes, and you feel like you’re looking at a stranger. He doesn’t look at you with the affection he usually has, that gentle emotion, like you’re something that could slip away from him so easily.
Now all you see is darkness and hunger, like he could devour you. Instead of keeping his distance so he won’t lose you, he’ll take you anyway, holding you tight so you have no choice but to stay.
You swallow, your throat starting to feel tight, your eyes getting glassy.
You don’t understand exactly what’s going on, if he’s the monster or not. All you know is he’s scaring you and you need to get away from him.
He calls out your name just as you turn around, running away.
The adrenaline pumping through your veins forces you to move faster. You can hear his footsteps behind you.
But your adrenaline only takes you so far. You don’t realize how close he is to you when you slow down a bit.
All of a sudden, you feel your arm being tugged back. He uses the leverage to wrap his arms around you, his body pressed against yours.
You try to struggle out of his hold, but his arms are strong. He presses his lips to your ear, his breathing unsteady.
“Caught you,” he rasps.
That’s enough for a sob to erupt from you, pleading with him. “Let me go, Tyler.”
You think he listens to you, loosening his arms. But his hand goes to your waist instead, turning you around to face him.
He keeps his hand on you, his grip firm enough to remind you that it’s there but not tight enough to hurt.
You look up at him, the moonlight shining through the trees casts shadows on to his face, making him look sinister. You can’t see all of him, even if you tried, part of his face always in the dark.
You try to blink away the tears, but they run down your face. You’re nervous to say anything to him, but you’re scared. You want to know what he’s going to do to you.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Your voice cracks around the question, almost regretting the words once they’re out of your mouth.
He doesn’t react the way you feared he would.
Instead, he just furrows his brow and brings his finger to your cheek. You flinch a little at the sudden touch. But as he delicately wipes your tear away, you end up leaning into his caress.
He reaches down to your other cheek, his lips meeting your skin instead. A ragged sigh leaves your lips as he tastes your tears. Licking away your fear, despair, and heartbreak all at once.
He moves his lips to yours, the kiss almost painful. But you don’t stop him, letting him take the breath right out of you.
He pulls away, warm breath fanning over you as he whispers, “Only if you want me to.”
His lips are on you again, and he pushes you until your back hits one of the trees.
You’re sure your mind isn’t in the right place because somehow your fear has turned into desire. Or maybe the fear hasn’t left, instead fueling this fire in the pit of your stomach.
His teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your neck, and you can’t stop the whimpers that come from your throat. He soothes the stinging with his tongue while he peels back the layers of your clothes.
Goosebumps prick at your skin, but the freezing air doesn’t bother you, feeling so warm from everything he’s doing to you.
He keeps his rough hands on you, grabbing at your bare skin. He acts like a man starved, and you never thought Tyler had this side to him. But it’s obvious you knew way less about him than you thought.
You stand completely naked in front of him, and you don’t miss the way he drags his eyes over your body.
He moves his hand lower, fingers slipping inside of you. He rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing his fingers deeper as your arousal coats your inner thighs. He could come right then and there from the sweet moans you’re making.
He doesn’t want to tell you how all he could think about was you, after a kill. He wished he could call you in the middle of the night or sneak in through your bedroom window. All he wanted was to bend you over and fuck you until your throat hurt from screaming his name.
But now he doesn’t have to chase you anymore, he’s finally caught you.
He takes his hand away from you, taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. You watch him, drinking in every detail of him.
He steps closer to you, pinning you against the tree. The cold touch of his hand on your waist makes your lips part as he turns you around.
You hear him pull down his pants and a shiver runs through you, waiting for him to finally be inside you, the ache in you getting worse.
The palm of your hand uses the tree for support as his large hands grab your hips. The tip of his cock pokes at you before he slowly thrusts inside you.
You gasp at the feeling, your walls stretching around him. His lips graze your ear, and you can hear the groans that fall from him as he starts to set a pace.
“Tyler,” you whine out.
One of his hands moves to your breast, cupping it, fingers playing with your already hardened nipple. The hand that stays on your hip, grips it harshly, and you know you’ll have finger shaped bruises in the morning.
“You feel so good.” His voice is low in your ear. He continues to rut into you, focusing on how tight and wet you are around him.
This is way better than stroking himself to the thought of you.
More moans leave you as your fingers claw the bark of the tree. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your life.
His thrusts have become brutal and merciless, and all you can think about is the feeling of him inside you, how full you feel, and how he continues to hit a spot that has you seeing stars.
You feel him cover your hand with his, fingers intertwining. His breath is hot as his lips are on yours again, your head turning to meet his. The kiss is sloppy, but he swallows each and every one of your moans.
Your eyelids flutter at the way he pounds into you, and he moves his lips away from you.
You can feel yourself getting closer to your release.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
His breathing is shallow, and his pace is getting sloppier.
When you don’t answer right away, his fingers move to your throat, not squeezing but the hold rough enough to make your breathing ragged.
He repeats himself, this time, with a little more aggression.
“I’m yours. I’m yours,” you say over and over again, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you, clenching around his cock.
He comes at the same time you do, his mouth on your shoulder, teeth sinking in. But you don’t pay any mind to the pain, just feeling pleasure.
When he’s done fucking you through your releases, he pulls out, his cum spilling out of you.
You take a moment to gather yourself, before turning around to face him. Both of you coming down from your highs.
“I knew it was you who was hiding behind that tree.” His voice startles you. “I can smell people’s fear.”
Your jaw goes slack as you take in what he’s saying.
“I can taste it.” He brings his fingers to your inner thigh.
“I’ve tasted yours…” He begins to push the stickiness on your thighs back inside you.
Can you write another male Wednesday where they do get married and are newly weds? Please??
Married Life
Pairing: Male!Wednesday Addams x Reader
Warnings: Blunt suggestion of smut, marriage, mention of torture, contact with hot liquid
Author's Note: Ooh, I like you, anon. You used the word please. Characters aged up, same as other fics.
I do not own The Addams Family. Pls don't come after me.
Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.
“Wednesday, put me down,” You laugh, hands gripping the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a small smile making its way onto his face.
“Is it not customary for husbands to carry their wives over the threshold?” Wednesday questions sarcastically, knowing full well the tradition called for that.
You shake your head in exaggerated exasperation, doing your best to restrain your grin. It’ll only encourage his snarky attitude, and you can’t have that.
Wednesday smiles down at you before looking back up at your new home, one that was bought months ago as a post-wedding dwelling for you both. It’s a beautiful house- dark paint covering it, with shades of black complimenting the trimming and accents. And though the house is large, the purple-leaf plum trees provide excellent dimension, as well as a small pop of color. It took days for you to convince Wednesday that the color the plants offered was a good thing, and not everything had to be pitch black. But the convincing was worth it, you think as you stare at your new home. The purple really does tie it together.
Wednesday seems to think so too, judging by his awestruck stare. You laugh quietly at his admiration, determined not to break the moment’s serenity. That, and he looks too sweet to interrupt.
And so you enter the house, or rather, Wednesday carries you into it. Once in the foyer, he gently sets you down, rubbing his hand along the small of your back once he does. You let yourself enjoy the vintage-like atmosphere of the house, your eyes wander over the walls and ceiling before returning to your husband.
Your husband. You could get used to that.
*___*
Barely two weeks into your marriage, and you’re loving every second of it. Sure, the occasional bicker over what type of carpet to buy or what color the sitting room should be painted, but other than that, life is peaceful.
You think about this as you walk down the stairs towards the kitchen, steps echoing through the wide hallways. Light from the windows shines onto the wooden floors, warming the otherwise brisk corridors in early autumnal sunshine.
Finally, you make it to the kitchen, where Wednesday has already set up camp. He’s fretting over the counters, cooking up a storm. That’s another thing about your spouse- almost everyone in his family knows how to cook, and cook well. Of course those skills were handed down to him.
“Hey, babe.” You call out, leaning against the island countertop. Wednesday turns to you, his icy eyes warming a little with your presence.
“Good morning, cara mia.” He strides over to you, wrapping his arms lazily around your hips. You lean into your husband, your eyes fluttering shut in his comforting presence.
“Did you sleep well?” Wednesday murmurs, dropping his chin to rest on your head.
“I did, especially with you there,” you respond, sighing happily.
“I’m flattered, my love.” Wednesday grins. He kisses your head once, twice, before leaning back. “Now, how would you like some coffee?”
You groan. “I love you.”
“I know,” Wednesday smirks, but after a sharp glance from you, he backtracks. “I love you too, cara mia. I’ll go get your coffee.”
He walks back to the countertop, reaching for your favorite mug and bringing it back to you. You take it from him, not-so-accidentally brushing your fingers over his to make him blush like a schoolgirl.
“Thank you, babe.” You whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek before sitting yourself on the top of the counter.
“Anything for you, Y/n.” He follows you to the counter, waiting for you to open your legs so he can slip in between them. “Coffee, torture… pleasure.”
You almost give in, but you’re rudely reminded of your coffee mug when the hot liquid splashes onto your wrist.
“Wednesday, let me finish my coffee before you eat me out.” He snorts at that, lowering his head to hide his grin before backing off.
“Of course, cara mia.” And with a kiss to your forehead, he’s swept away from you and back in front of his cooking, a grin still tainting his lips.
I know the König x secret admirer reader is not gonna be officially continued but I was wondering if you could maybe explore part of it😭 there’s a part that mentioned that König gets laid in the military and I was wondering how angsty it would be if reader found out?🤭
Yes of course! ^^ It would be angsty... and fluffy! These two are the silliest people who ever lived tbh 🩷🐥
König is young in this AU (around his early 20s) and wildly inexperienced compared to some of the other recruits his age.
His first time was with a girl who joined the army when König had been there for about 1.5 years already. Desperate as he was with hiding the fact that he’s still a virgin, he tumbled into bed with this lady after a night out at the bar. She thoroughly seduced him, and König’s instincts told him she was only looking for fun, but he went with her anyway because, well. Loneliness can kill you, you know?!
He tried to woo her a bit after that until it became quite clear that this woman was not planning to settle down anytime soon. If anything, she was looking for a new conquest – and it’s fine, totally fine, except that König had surrendered a tiny piece of his heart to her along with his dick... That’s just how he is, and it took him more than a few months to get over the fact that it was “just a shag” and he “shouldn’t take things so seriously”.
That’s also why he closed off from people again, decided to concentrate on work and training and gym – until our cute little angel stumbled into his life like the prettiest saving grace! König was a goner from the start because this girl's approach was very different, so gentle and sweet compared to grimy shot glasses and smudgy lipstick and raunchy jokes. It’s a given that he was a little shocked when she sent her that pic 🙄 reminding him of promiscuous women who are not looking for a soul but a body, but because he is what he is the first thing he did was crank things up a notch and send her a dick pic back…
Yes, he’s desperate, but he’s also an go hard or go home man and this time, König is relatively sure he’s dealing with a lovely, delicate soul. Someone who wouldn’t just leave him out in the cold after getting what she wants.
And everything is like a fairytale between these two until she finds out he’s not a virgin despite he seemed a bit… like one… (in this scenario I think reader is a virgin and she thought König was one too because of obvious reasons? lol) And it’s fine, totally fine for her as well, except that the image of König having the night of his life with some military babe is haunting her from dusk till dawn.
There’s bound to be some drama when she starts asking timidly whether she’s still there… Whether they see each other every day. If they talk to each other, if he trains with her, etc. What if they test rifles together, or go out again with the sniper crew and get drunk and König feels… a little lonely?
She knows he would never cheat on her, not in a million years, but knowing how much of a wet dog he is she can’t promise that she’ll be all calm and relaxed during weekends, knowing her boyfriend is out there, full of testosterone and heart, his heart somewhat susceptible to female influence… Maybe even good old seduction…
And what’s even worse is the jealousy, the envy.
What if she’s more badass than her? That doesn't take much... She must be fierce if she’s in the military, something completely different, a forbidden apple König might want to taste again. It’s maddening, and when she finally opens up about it to him, spitting it out one night when he asks what’s bugging his sweet angel, there’s a big fat silence that follows.
König can't even believe she has torn her heart to pieces over something like this, alone and upset and ashamed when she's a literal angel. He sits her nice and pretty in his lap and talks her ear off about how he has nothing against this woman, truly, but that she is nothing compared to his first (and hopefully last!) girlfriend. Their love could never be compared to what happened between him and that girl, these things can’t even be spoken together in the same sentence. If he’s completely honest, his first time was... disappointing. Awkward, humbling, a total drunken mess of which he remembers nothing except that the woman wasn’t completely present either and that he was ashamed that his first time had to be like this.
Honestly, he felt like he lost his virginity on the night when he came to see her. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, all he thinks about these days... It’s quite annoying, actually, because he’s supposed to concentrate on how the wind blows and that the ammo doesn’t get wet and that he’s properly concealed.
He could be lying in a ditch with dummy rounds whirling past him and all he could think about are her eyes and lips and giggling and tits and, and… that. How warm it is, how nice it is, how he would just want to curl himself next to her when he hops back to his bunk in the evening. Her smile is the last thing he sees before he dreams, her voice is what he hears. All the things she said, all those sweet, silly little things, chime in his ear before he sleeps.
And all the precious moments they’ve already spent together, the times he made love to her under the trees... There’s nothing like that in the whole world and if she thinks something else can top that she's even sillier than he thought. He could comb through all the continents and he would never find a girl like her.
So tell him again... Why would he go to a shot glass of saltwater when he has a jar of wild honey right here at home?
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