Being married to Toji Fushiguro was lonelier than y/n ever imagined. No matter how hard she tried she could never compete with the memory of the wife he lost. The house never felt like a home just a place filled with silence, cold stares, and feelings left unsaid. Yet she loved Toji's son, the tiny human who made her miserable days filled with happiness. And between chaos of trying to fix her loveless marriage, she meets Ryomen Sukuna, her step-son’s friend’s uncle. And somehow, the worst possible person becomes the only one who makes her feel seen.
The cleaners have their own Jabber, in a way.. Crazy, not a masochist, but a sadist.. Oh the horror! And Enjin is head over heels for her. But she'd rather live life and have fun doing it.
*Just messing around with Ideas for my Y/n's or readers before I start writing stuff for Gachiakuta. This is just a short random thought..
(Yep. Assassin's Creed fan here. Shut up. Leave me alone. 😭)
You had caught Rudo looking at you. He didn't mean to stare.. Really. He and Enjin had tried to visit August so he could help repair a tear in his gloves.
But they had accidentally walked in on him measuring a woman he hasn't met yet. But he kind of already knew you?
Enjin claimed he didn't like clingy women.. But he sort of sounded like one sometimes.
"Aww. Who's this? Does he talk?"
He did! But he was just mesmerized at the woman Enjin would never stop talking about. He thought you were just a part of his imagination or something like that. It was obvious Enjin wasn't right in the head. He could have just made you up.
But here you were.. Right in front of him. Head tilted and eyes observing him.
"Oh I see.. You found a new baby! He's just adorable!"
Rudos cheeks bloomed into a dark shade of pink as you squeezed them. A pretty lady called him adorable?! Man.. He felt dizzy.
Enjin ruffled his hair. "Yeah! Found Rudo here all by myself. Have you been caught up?-- Let me take you out to dinner--"
You cut him off when you saw Rudo staring at your wrist. "You like my Jinki?"
He was curious but.. He looked off to the side. "Enjin says I'm not supposed to ask.."
You made a face that made Enjin's back stiffen. "Did he.. That's pretty rude."
Shit.. That damn look in your eye. But it didn't stay on him long.
You smiled as you looked at Rudo. "Ask away if you want." You held out both your wrist. "Take a look sweetheart."
He did.. At first he thought you had on some sort of edgy cast maybe? Wrists covers? But the closer he looked, he could see they were black leather gauntlets. Decorated with rose gold studs and rings. They looked nice! Not as nice as his gloves but..
"What can you do? What do they do?"
You raised a brow and smiled. "Back up a little bit."
He did-- a gasp left his mouth as a silver blade suddenly threatened to stab through his eye. If he exhaled too hard, he'd be blinded!
Why were you laughing?! You nearly took his right eyeball out!
"Wanna see what my babies do?"
He didn't get a chance to answer. He only blinked and you were in front of Enjin. His body was stiff while your chest was against him, hands splayed out on his stomach, while your chin laid in the middle of his chest as you smiled up at him. "Hi Enjin. Did you miss me?"
Rudo was about to laugh. Enjin was frozen and tongue tied?! But then his eyes slowly rolled back till he could only see the whites of them..
"Wait.." that's when Rudo noticed your right blade was digging into the underside of Enjin's chest. "What the hell are you doing?! Enjin--"
"Shhh. He's alright.." You said that in some sort of sick and playful way as you rubbed the tip of your nose against Enjin's chin.
Like fuck he was alright!! His head rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His skin started to turn a deep purple and his veins black. Tears were building up in his waterline as his body cracked and twitched.
You were smiling and laughing like it was the funniest thing. You started kissing his jaw in soft little pecks.
Poor flustered Rudo didn't know what to do. Look away? Push you off of Enjin?-- He was already chewed out for punching a girl..
A little sigh left your mouth. "That's enough.. I guess. Can't take it all the way. Especially in front of an innocent boy.."
Huh?
You yanked your blade out. "Just the tip baby. I'll give you the rest if you're a good boy today." Your left blade shot out and stuck itself into Enjin's skin. The same way as the right one did before. In the underside of his chest..
The purple color drained, his now normal colored veins sunk back into his skin, Enjin's head dropped forward as you back away. His body went a little limp but he quickly caught himself and shot out his hand to steady himself on the wall while he let out a wheezed breath.
Your blades made a scary *clink* while they returned to their hiding spot under your leather gauntlets.
Rudo was next to you. His fist ready and his cute little face in an angry scowl. "What's your problem lady! Wha-- Why are you laughing at me?!"
You nodded towards Enjin. "Oh, calm down. I told you he'd be alright."
He wasn't! You stabbed him! Twice!-- Wait..
Enjin held his chest while he caught his breath. "I said give me a warning next time! You know I hate surprises!"
You just giggled and shrugged. "What's the fun in life without surprises?"
Enjin rolled his eyes and patted his chest. "Peace for my damn heart. Fuck!-- You owe me a date."
You snorted and shook your head. "Uh-huh.. no." You looked over your shoulder. "August! Come find me when you're done fixing my face.."
"GOTTCHA PRRETTY LADY!"
Wait? August was watching this whole time? Since when could he be that quiet?!
You walked out with a little wave and a kiss blown to Enjin. Who was still holding his chest and leaning against the wall.
Rudo watched your crazy ass leave. On high alert in case you tried to do something funny. And when you rounded the corner--
He was in front of Enjin.. Where did everything go? There was no blood, no wounds, not even a tear in his shirt..
Enjin brought out a cigarette and lit it with shaking hands. He took a long drag and leaned his head back. His eyes closed and he sighed. "I love that woman. So damn much.."
So Aqua makes a very big deal about "using" Akane, but... did he actually use her at all?
I mean, he makes it quite clear that he is only keeping her close because she's useful, right?
So, what is Akane useful for, exactly?
Aqua's entire premise is that Akane understands Ai better than he does. He can't lose Akane because she may help him figure out Ai and find out who his dad is.
But we never, ever see Aqua asking Akane questions about Ai. At the contrary, most of his time with Akane is spent either on Aqua and Akane helping each other, or on Aqua talking to Akane about himself rather than about Ai.
(Spoilers for the entire manga below the cut!)
Let's take the TB arc for example, since this is the arc where Aqua and Akane interact again. What do we see?
First, Aqua helps Akane voice her concerns about the script:
Then he helps solve the disconnect between the ones in charge of the script and the original author, thus doing Akane and everyone involved a big service:
Then he helps Akane win against Kana, going as far as to agree to do emotional acting in order to accomplish it:
And then he helps Akane draw Kana out into the spotlight:
In other words: Aqua spends the entire arc working as a team with Akane. He makes no effort to use her at all.
What's more, all the occasions he had to get Akane's insight about Ai? He uses them to give Akane insight about himself instead.
Which is ironic, because we eventually find out that he even went as far as planting a GPS on her sometime after Love Now, in the off-chance Akane came in contact with the culprit. He obviously was pretty serious about making the most of Akane's deduction skills...
... but how was Akane supposed to deduce anything when Aqua never gave her any info? After all, Aqua only shares that information with Akane after he thinks his revenge is over and he has no use for her anymore.
Which means that, up to the point where Aqua temporarily drops his revenge plans, we don't actually see him using Akane at all.
Despite this, we still see Aqua going on and on about how he has "used" Akane.
So, let's take a closer look at all the ways he has "used" Akane, shall we?
• "About my father" is the simplest one, since that's what Aqua wanted to use Akane for in the first place. Except that, as we saw, things don't go quite as planned and he literally doesn't do anything to have Akane find his dad.
So yes, Aqua did intend to use Akane to find his dad, but he doesn't actually put her to use. In fact, Akane finds him all on her own by pure chance much, much later.
• "The corpse" is a very interesting one, because by Aqua's own admission, he trusted Akane's capabilities enough to think she may be able to find his corpse, and fed her information to help her achieve this.
This is indeed true, except for two things. One, when Aqua starts looking for the corpse, he actually tells Akane to stay behind. She's the one that chooses to follow after him. Aqua makes it sound like Akane finding his corpse was his goal from the get-go, but his actions are at odd with his words.
Secondly, Aqua stops looking for the corpse the moment Akane suggests it may be buried, but he still takes her to Goro's house either way.
Nothing he tells her about Goro is relevant to the search of his corpse. It's completely irrelevant, in fact. But Aqua still opens up to her, sharing everything about Goro, from his upbringing to his goals to his feelings.
Once again, his words say one thing, but his actions tell a different story. Akane is the first person Aqua has opened up to about Goro, and he does so without any ulterior motive.
Which leads me to the way Aqua has "used" Akane:
• "And many other things."
This is what Aqua means by "many other things". Ever since that day, Akane has been giving Aqua emotional support and he has come to treasure it, so much so that it "saves him little by little".
I'd even say he has come to rely on it, as his monologue later shows.
Now, you may say, but isn't receiving and giving emotional support a normal part of every relationship?
And you'd be completely right! But Aqua isn't a normal guy.
Aqua is guilt-ridden to the point he is in pain whenever he enjoys anything. Since the guilt he feels colors basically everything he sees, it permeates his relationship with Akane as well.
Instead of seeing all the good he has done for her, he just sees all the ways he ties her down.
Instead of seeing how much of himself he has shared with her, he focuses on what he has kept from her.
He is such a guilt-ridden, self-deprecating person that he even apologizes when Akane finds his corpse. As if getting murdered and not being found for 20+ years was his fault!
Akane puts it best: Aqua is always trying to carry the burden on his own, always acting like every wrong is his fault.
It's no surprise then that Aqua feels guilty over allowing himself to cherish Akane's support. It's also no surprise that he tries to paint it negatively as him "using" her, because Aqua has been trying to convince himself that his relationship with Akane is a lie.
If he repeats it enough, if he makes his every action about using Akane, then it will be easier for him to let go of her — even when that becomes the last thing he wants to do.
This all comes to a head in Chapter 98, where we see Aqua cutting ties with Akane to keep her safe. This was the perfect time to use Akane, for real this time — but "using" Akane has become a lie that he can't keep up any longer.
Akane has become too important to him. So important in fact, that leaving her side marks the moment he makes a wrong turn and gives himself into the darkness of his revenge.
TL;DR Aqua did want to use Akane, but he never gets around to it. He comes to rely on her emotional support and feels so guilty for it that he sees that as "using" her. Ironically, by the time Akane becomes the perfect "tool" for him to use in his quest for revenge, she matters too much to him and he lets her go to keep her safe. In fact, Akane only makes herself "useful" to him by pure chance! lol
Some of the things people say about Akane make me wonder if there's an alternative version of the manga out there somewhere.
Akane doesn't want what's best for Aqua, she's just an enabler—
All Akane has wanted to do all along is help Aqua the same way he helped her. When Aqua told her that his goal was to kill someone, Akane said she would help because she realized that the best way to support Aqua was to share his burden with him, so he won't feel all alone anymore.
(Spoilers for the most recent chapters under the cut!)
Just like Akane herself said, it has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's all about being by Aqua's side and carrying that burden with him, so that he won't have to endure the pain alone.
For Akane, saying I'll help you kill him meant You're not alone. No matter what happens, I'll accept you as you are (just like you were there for me). Still, later we're clearly shown that if it's up to her, she wouldn't want Aqua to get his hands dirty.
When Akane realizes that Aqua is actually lying to himself and that what he actually wants is to be free from his revenge, she switches gears.
Instead of carrying the burden with him, she decides to carry it for him. Because she wants the best for Aqua, for him to be happy and free.
This is true even now. When Aqua realizes Akane's intentions and tries to cut her off to protect her, her worst fears come true. Aqua is just about to let himself be consumed by his revenge, essentially throwing his life away.
So since she couldn't save him by being by his side, Akane decides to save him from himself by standing in his way.
That is her way of sharing his burden.
She's just an enabler—
Akane made him worse—
Aqua's self-destructive tendencies don't worsen after Akane becomes his ally. At the contrary, he finds solace in having someone who accepts him as he is.
Aqua worsens only after he finds out that his father is still alive. Akane had nothing to do with that, at the contrary, she was actively protecting him from that truth.
She's co-dependant on him—
She's a push-over that—
Akane was willing to let Aqua go to hell—
Akane didn't want Aqua to suffer, she didn't want him to go to hell. That is the entire reason why she was ready to go face Kamiki on her own.
But if Aqua chose to go there, if he were to chose that devoting himself to his revenge is what he needs to achieve piece of mind, then she would respect his choice and follow him to hell.
Just to make sure he doesn't have to suffer through it alone.
It’s not the first time Ghost sees you seducing a woman to take their attention off of him. Seriously, women or men, you make it so easy and natural. Just a few words coming out of your lips with such a soft voice, they will be under your spell without being able to get away. And if he was a lesser man he would already be on his knees now. As of now, Ghost is sitting on a bench and watching another operator rushing towards the door with a flushed face, but not before glancing at you shyly as she takes one last look at you and finally leaves him alone with you in the room.
He would be lying if seeing you dominate another person didn’t make his pants tighten.
“Did you just seduce another woman again?” He knows the answer. But he wouldn’t mind hearing more of your voice.
You just turned towards him. Stepping closer to him before wrapping your hands around his neck, and his hands grabbing your waist automatically. You leaned down towards his face before rubbing your lips against his through his balaclava.
“I don’t like it when someone else pays you attention. Only I can do that. If there’s someone else who wants your attention, I’ll make them want me. I will take their attention off of you. So you’ll only have mine”
Well fuck, seeing how her pupils dilated and got darker made his breath get heavier. There’s nothing hotter than seeing her getting territorial over him. Claiming him as hers.
His hands squeezed her waist and pulled her closer. His legs are spreading between hers. Ghost pushed her face slowly to make space between them, taking off his vest in no time before he tilted his head. baring his neck to her to show his exposed neck under his shirt that didn’t get covered with his balaclava.
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call of Duty) x Reader
Type: Fluff
Summary: Gaz swears that there’s something going on between you and Ghost. Soap refuses to believe it until he sees it for himself.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: explicit language, slight Gaz x Reader, i wrote the first draft w/o my glasses in the dark while listening to airplane sounds so forgive any typos
A/N: nothing is more humbling than hungrily fishing for pickles with chopsticks. also yes i wrote this instead of part three of awuass. anyways, likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated, enjoyyy :)
“Soap! Wait up, man,” Soap heard from behind him. He stopped walking and turned to see Gaz chasing behind him.
“You need something, mate?” Soap asked, confused. It wasn’t that he and Gaz weren’t close or anything — they were — but he had never seen Gaz so desperate to talk to him. He waited for Gaz to arrive, shooting him a concerned look when he had to stop and catch his breath, which Gaz just waved off. “Where were you coming from that’s got you all out of breath like this?” he asked.
t/w: noncon, dubcon, spitplay, dacryphilia, kinda mean dom!shu, sub!reader, stalking , university au??, obsessive behaviour, occ shu 💀, implied somnophilia, implied noncon drug taking, creampies, belly bulge, oral, unprotected sex
he saw you as a perfect individual, the way you presented yourself never failed to amaze him. the moment he saw you walk into the room, he was starstruck.
how could you be so gorgeous? he would sneak a few glances at you during lectures and sometimes you'd catch his gaze on you, you would shoot him that smile which made his heart skip a beat. whenever you did that, he would whip his head around with his cheeks all flushed.
he had never felt this way about someone before, you were just the one. he never really believed in love at first sight but the moment he had laid his eyes on you, he knew you were the one.
"hey," shu was snapped out his thoughts when he turned towards the voice, it was you.
he thought for a moment before returning the greeting.
you shot him a grin, "we're partners for this project!"
"ah, okay, we can discuss about it after this," he said with a smile, despite his calm facade, his heart was pounding against his chest.
"I'll see you after this!"
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16.00
he was waiting for you patiently outside the lecture hall you were in. you finally stepped out looking drained of energy but the moment you saw him your mood immediately brightened up.
you greeted him again before leaving campus with him to his place to start on your project.
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"you have a whole set up?!" you gasped, looking at the sorcerer who was nervously rubbing his neck.
"sorry, I forgot you took comp science," you giggled a little before plopping down on the floor infront of his bed and pulling out your laptop to begin your work with shu.
"I've already planned out everything, I'll do the research of this and you'll do this," you started guiding him on what you had prepared, but shu was barely listening to what you were saying. you just looked so breathtaking without even trying.
"shu? are you listening?" you voiced out, looking at him slightly concerned.
"uh, yeah," he quickly looked back at his laptop, clearly trying to avoid eye contact.
"you weren't listening were you?"
"yeah okay sorry, could you repeat it," he chuckled nervously.
you just nodded with a laugh before repeating what you said.
-
after that, the two of you started hanging out more. you got to learn more about shu and he got to learn more about you!
you never noticed how shu would remember the slightest details about you, like how you prefer to have your coffee or even your favourite colour. sometimes he would even make mental notes to himself that you preferred this over that.
you found yourself feeling even more attracted to the sorcerer as time passes, he was funny, cute and really intelligent. he always made sure you were comfortable and never failed to show up when you needed his help.
going over to his place became a weekly event, studying with him was amazing! he would teach you anything you struggled with and you would do the same if he needed help. sometimes you two would get really sidetracked and start doing stupid things, like one time, you both tried pilk. you almost threw up after drinking it while he was laughing his ass off at you gagging. sometimes after he served you tea, you'd feel oddly really tired, and he was the sweetest friend! he told you to just take a nap and he would wake you up when you needed to go home. whenever you woke up, you'd feel a little sore but much more refreshed. but for some reasons, when you take a shower everytime after coming back from taking a nap at his place, you noticed some kind of white fluid leaking out of your private area. of course you trusted shu too much and just brushed it off as something else.
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18.00
he drove to your favourite restaurant, intending to surprise you with your favourite dish take out. he did not expect you to be there. and you weren't alone, there was another person sitting directly infront of you. shu felt his blood boiling just at the meer sight of you laughing away with this mysterious other.
after all he's done for you? after all you've been through together? you're out on some date with another person? how could you do this to him?
his fingers were digging into his palm as the sorcerer resisted the urge to storm into the restaurant and ruin your silly little date. however, he had a better plan in mind. he walked back to his car and got in, patiently waiting for you to come out with your "friend".
fifteen minutes had passed. there you were, walking out happily with your little friend who held the door open for you. shu got out of his car, briskly walking towards you.
"shu! why are you-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you towards his car.
"shu, where are you taking me?!" you asked, you could hear your friend yelling at shu.
he remained silent, you turned around, bidding goodbye to your friend who looked absolutely heartbroken.
you both got into his car. there was a moment of silence before shu spoke, "who was that?" he seemed extremely upset.
"they're a friend of mine from high-school, we just decided to have a mini reunion and catch up a little.." you explained, feeling a little worried of what he would say.
afterwards, the whole ride was filled with an awkward silence.
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"why are we at your place?"
you both walked into his house, you made sure to politely greet his sister who happened to be in the living room. you trailed behind him like a lost puppy.
you were surprised with how upset shu seemed, but you weren't gonna lie, it was pretty hot seeing him like this. reaching to his room, he held the door open for you, you mumbled a quick thank you and walked into the room.
before you knew it, your back fell flat against the familiar cushion of his bed. shu- no it wasn't shu anymore. he wasn't the shu you knew, the shu you've spent countless hours with.
you let out scream only to have your half-scream cut off by shu smashing his lips against yours. you've been dreaming of this moment, touching yourself to shu but this wasn't like what you had wanted at all. he was like a complete stranger.
"s-shu?" your chin was held at his fingertips, his lips now centimetres away from yours. you were beyond flustered.
"I didn't like that," he started, his face was incredibly red. he moved his hand towards your shirt, removing it seeing as you had no response towards that.
"i-i want to be the only one you do that with," he mumbled, his face still in a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed. he continued to strip off more articles of clothing till you were both completely naked.
he noticed that you were already aroused, he pinned you against the bed, your wrists in his large hands. he was kissing you again but this time a bit more confident.
he moved downwards, he was at eyelevel with your sex. he had watched countless AVs imagining the actress was you, he couldn't believe this was really coming true. he stuck out his tongue, using kitty licks against your heat, moans of approval from you made him even more confident. he stuck a two fingers into your hole, pushing it in and out.
you were approaching your climax when he suddenly stopped, "n-no! please! i-i wanna cum," you cried, he smirked, "not so soon," he said before getting ontop of you once again.
he was so near you again, his sweet scent filled your senses. you looked down and boy were you surprised by the grith he was packing. he rubbed his tip against your hole before sliding himself into you. you let out a moan of pleasure, the stretch was a little painful but he was slow with it.
"g-god you feel so good," he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. his hand caressing your stomach that seems to have the imprint of his cock. he grabbed his phone that was resting on the bed, "p-please move" you whined before noticing that he had his phone in his hand, he pressed the record button.
"w-wait are you recording this?!" your face was flushed, the embarrassment creeped up onto you.
"why? you seem to be enjoying this."
you shook your head frantically, trying to keep at least a little bit of your dignity. he let out a chuckle before pulling himself out completely.
"if that's what you want," he shrugged, his phone still recording.
"w-wait no! p-please, 'm sorry..." tears were brimming your eyes, you felt humiliated, it felt as if you had already thrown away what was left of your dignity.
"you're really sorry?" he cocked an eyebrow, in which you responded with a nod.
he pushed himself back into your heat, letting out a groan when he felt your velvety walls clamp down on him. he started pistoning into you, you were a mess, your cheeks were in a crimson shade of red, your eyes all puffy from crying, but it felt heavenly.
"open your mouth."
you obliged, holding your mouth open for him as you felt a warm glob of his spit shoot into your mouth, his camera angled at your face as you swallowed it nervously.
"do you feel good," he asked, caressing your cheek as you nodded frantically. "use your words," he instructed.
"y-yes, i-i feel good," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt him press against your prostate. "who's making you feel good?" he asked again.
"its- ah! you! shu- ngh! shu yamino!" you struggled to get your words out, you could barely think straight while shu was enjoying himself, knowing he was the one who was fucking you stupid.
your moans were getting louder, completely forgetting the fact that his family could probably hear you getting destroyed by shu. he grabbed cheeks, pulling you towards him, kissing you passionately to shut you up.
he pulled away from you, he let out a blissful groan before cumming together with you, you creamed all over his cock and he filled you up to the brim.
taking a brief moment to catch his breath, he quickly pulled out of you, he moved to his table, he was looking for something.
he came back to you, you were still panting and coming down from your high. in his hand he held a permanent marker.
no way
you thought to yourself. the felt tip of the pen grazed your skin as he wrote something below your belly button. he stood up again, this time with his phone in his hand, "cheese," he said with a smile. and there it was, a picture of you with his cum leaking out of your abused hole with the writings of "shu's cumdump" pointing towards your leaking hole.
ik i just posted butt.....cant stop thinking of themm...ᏊˊꈊˋᏊ
PervyBoyfriend who takes pictures of your panties when you dont notice and uses them as fap material when the two of you are apart or he goes into the secret stash that he has of your panties , he'll grab a pair and fuck into them , sending you a video. Its him groaning into panties you just wore yesterday. "y/n..come home soon yeah?" he breathes out pumping his cock with a fast pace "wanna fuck your cunt puppy. come home to ____ "
peryboyfriend who plays with your ass and tits any time the two of you are cuddling
It starts off innocent , the two of you are on ghe couch watching some random movie , legs spread over his lap , you soon feel his hand trail up your thigh and he begins to play with the flesh near you crotch. He smirks knowing whats next.
Pervyboyfriend who records the two of you when y'all are going at it , he has you sitting on his lap facing him as one hand has a rough grip on your waist while the other holds his phone. He bounces you up and down on his cock "you're so fucking pretty" he groans , grip tightens as You moan and try to push the camera away. "uh uh baby. Need to record that pretty cunt taking me." he pushes your hands away. Smirking at you desperate attempts.
Pervyboyfriend who cant control himself when he see's you in shorts and his t-shirt. He goes crazy , he'll have you pressed against the nearest surface with your shorts pushed down and his fingers curling inside of you "so cute baby , bet y'a knew what you were doin huh? teasin me like this."
Pervyboyfriend who when you're trying to rest after a long day , he slips his hard cock in between your thighs and beings to hump your thighs like a dog , he presses soft kisses on the shell of your ear and gently fucks your thighs until you fall back asleep
I really like the thought of MC's interactions and relationships with the other beings in Devildom. The demon bros and rest of the cast are great but I feel like it's the little interactions with the 'NPCs' that would make Devildom worth staying in and feel more... organic. There's a group of succubi for MC to party with at the Fall when Asmo gets too much to handle for the night. A retailing demon at Majolish that knows which new releases will suit MC whenever they drop by. A demon at Hell's Kitchen that knows MC's order off by heart. A witch that gives MC discounts on potions and hexes just because they're a regular.
It's canon that MC is pretty popular at R.A.D., there are lesser demons regularly greeting MC in the hallways and likely jump at the chance to give MC their pen if they ever forget. Members of the Fangol team keep MC company as they wait for Beel to finish up. MC has made friends with the demons who have their lockers next to them, they have conversations before school every morning.
And it's not just the humanoid creatures. Cerberus is a given, becoming more of a supersized puppy whenever it sees MC, much to Lucifer's chagrin. A haunted portrait painting in the castle will break into a grin whenever MC walks past. There's a Little D that hovers around MC whenever they go to Diavolo's castle, it was so preoccupied with trailing after MC it almost left the castle entirely when they did.
Gn reader who is madly in love with the boys and for a yandere x yandere kind of thing?
Mutual Interests
a/n: anddd we're back again with one of my favorite tropes in fanfiction ^^ my sister kept asking me if i was mentally okay when she read through this 😭 if you haven't checked out my last yandere fic w/ luxiem, here it is! i referenced back to this a lot tbh
warning: contains mentions of violence, suicide, r-pe, drug misuse, stalker behavior, kidnapping and gore. please read at own risk.
disclaimer: if you experience these kinds of things, whether yourself or on other people, please report this to professionals. this is not healthy behavior. i also do not mean to glorify any and all actions mentioned. it is meant for entertainment purposes.
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
⚠️ dark content utc! proceed with caution! ⚠️
Vox Akuma 👹🌹
he first met you in a nightclub, unsurprisingly.
in anyone' eyes, it would've just looked like you and him were interested in each other from each end of the club. you dancing wildly on the dance floor while he sat by the bar watching you
but to the demon?
well, he's seen his fair share of beautiful bodied humans.
ah yes, he found humans' bodies to be more pleasurable than his own kind. probably because they just seem to falter and be vulnerable under him? probably.
but you. you.
to the father in the heavens and the spirits in the pits of hell, you had a body and charm no one else had. you made the humans around you look like useless trash, nothing compared to you
as you continued to dance, vox sips his drink imagining the different things he could do to you.
however he has to keep his composure that humans don't work the way demons usually do.
so he had to take it slow, step by step.
else he would be no different than the people throwing themselves at you, straight up asking for a good fucking without much to begin with.
you held more class than that, he could tell. you were rejecting their every whim after all.
after a round of dancing, you finally retire to the bar, only a few stools from vox.
he took this as his chance, giving you one of his (literally) devilish smiles. "good evening. tired from all the dancing?"
"how about you, kind sir? haven't lost it to the alcohol yet?" you tease, snickering afterwards.
to vox, it seemed like you were asking for it.
"i handle my drinks better than anyone in this club, mind you," he chuckles back, placing his glass down. "come, let me get you a drink. what would you like?"
you hum, resting your chin on your hand. you mention your drink to him and he calls the bartender for your order.
"your usual place on saturday nights like this?" vox inquires, leaning closer.
you nod, "pretty much, yeah."
"your drink," the bartender slides the glass over to you, to which you glug down quickly, parched from the dance floor.
"slow down now," the demon laughs.
you shake your head, gulping the burning beverage down your throat. "says the one who's been ordering drinks longer than i have."
even the way you spoke is testing him. he really is trying his best to hold back from taking you then and there.
thus became the first of many nights you and vox would meet up together.
oh, no, he was a gentleman the entire time!
he would properly take you home after a day's outing. he never forgets to bring you gifts whenever you agreed on a date.
not once did vox even mention he would like to 'sleep' with you the entire time.
because he knew it's not time yet.
when it's time, he'll pounce. he won't ever let you go after that happens. your body will become his.
"lovely to see you, darling," vox greets, handing you a bouquet of flowers as soon as you reached the restaurant you promised to meet up in
you giggle, taking the gift graciously. "how sweet. my house will turn into a flower shop with the many you bring me every time, vox."
"what can i say? i can't not bring one if i keep meeting up with a pretty person."
"oh, now you're too flattering," you sit across him, setting the flowers in your lap. "have you ordered?"
"yeah. i know what you like anyway," he shrugs, crossing his arms on the table to lean towards you. vox smirks, tilting his head, "so, tell me about your day, love."
to be completely honest without a hint of malice, vox never usually does this. if he's interested in a human especially, things would not have taken this long
the easiest way to explain it would be:
'waiting makes the results much more enjoyable'.
at least, for vox.
look at you, chattering away with your plump lips about your job, or some friends you met up with that day. your pretty long lashes fluttering like you're seducing him.
he would do anything to just throw you on that fucking table and ravage that sweet neck of yours, uncaring if it was a public area
perhaps, today would be the day.
as you continue to speak, vox fingers the sleeping pills in his pocket.
"gimme a sec, vox. bathroom," you stand, smiling.
"go ahead."
the perfect time to drug your food.
the bathroom door behind you closes and vox pulls out the already crushed pills, adding almost thrice the supposed dose. besides, he didn't want you to be awake during the entire time
you could be screaming, struggling, begging him to stop when he clearly wanted to keep going
he'll save that session for another time.
you return, sitting back down to eat again.
it was only a matter of time before those pills start to settle in
but with three times the dose vox put in, it really shouldn't take much time.
and it does.
once you got in the car, you've fallen asleep without saying a word to him. he chuckles to himself, taking your hand in his as he drove you back to his house where you'll be staying
for the rest of your life
vox sets you by his mattress, still heavily asleep, as he grabs the ropes from under his bed. red, his favorite color of course.
he strips you in a matter of minutes, leaving nothing but you in your own skin. just the sight of it is enough to make vox lose it. how was he gonna handle you later?
with expertise, the demon bounds your wrists and feet to the bedpost, tight enough that you couldn't even move an inch. you're spread out, nothing to hide.
just as vox was about to begin, you suddenly groan.
he freezes.
for a second he thought he was just mishearing, given how excited he was. but your eyes are fluttering open, pupils looking around your surroundings figuring out where you were and why the fuck you were naked spread out on a bed you didn't recognize
"vox?" you grumble, trying to get up. but you realize you're tied down.
he sighs, his moment of enjoying you for the first time absolutely ruined. seems like he was going to have to--
"fuck," you suddenly whine.
vox looks at you, and your face... god, your face was so deliciously red. were you enjoying this? why did you--
"fuck, vox, please," you beg, your hands clenching onto the ropes that held onto you. "do it already. do you fucking know how long i've waited?"
once he's sure that you're actually serious about what you're saying, he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your tear filled eyes. "i'm sorry, beloved. i'll get on with it."
"thank you!" you chirp, nuzzling into his neck. "can i ask for a favor?"
"hm? what is it, sweet thing?"
you look him in the eyes, pleading once more, "can you use a knife?"
oh you really were different.
"of course, my love," vox gets off you for a moment and pulls out a knife, freshly sharpened it seems. it makes your cheeks grow even redder at the sight of it, imagining how the demon will rake it down your body.
"use it on me, please. do with it what you want," you desperately request of him. "no, kill me when you're done. please, vox. i've always wanted to be killed by you. and only you..."
good fucking thing he took his sweet time with you, huh?
"kill you?" he smirks, once again straddling you on his bed. the cold blade meets the side of your body, sending shivers down your spine. "darling, i've got something better than killing you."
your eyes glimmer excitedly.
"now, shall we begin?"
what would be better than to be killed by the one you love, you ask?
oh, you know.
torture.
you forgot just how many times he slashed that knife over your skin, forever going to leave a scar there but not enough to kill you. he'd stab where it wouldn't meet any of your organs and lap away at the blood that leaks
you realized then that this was better than being killed
vox edging you of your death, then coming back up to inflict more love soaked wounds.
the sun rises and it's only then did the demon stop, panting from the much fun he's had since a century ago. he looks at you, half dead, covered in your blood like a sacrifice to the devil himself.
then he unties your ropes and places the blood caked knife in your hand with an aroused smile.
you look at him, dazed, "hm?"
"do it to me too, love. stab me, break me, mutilate me if you want," he breathes, pressing the hand holding the knife against his stomach. vox grins, "i'm immortal after all."
you peck his nose, driving the blade into his flesh, eliciting a pleasured and pained moan from the demon.
"let me get to work then, darling."
Mysta Rias 🦊🔶
the reality is:
you've never met mysta and he's never met you in person. you have never swapped even a word with this man so it's likely you never knew he existed.
but it didn't matter
the universe had already given you to him so he'll swallow all the small opportunities to see you
to be more exact, how mysta even knew about you was simply because you were in line to get your groceries checked out
the way you smiled at the cashier and how you gently spoke to them
he thought you were an angel that descended upon this disgusting world
what was someone as divine as you doing here?
the people here are going to taint your innocence.
that was it.
mysta wished nothing else than to have you all to himself, an angel that belonged only to him, smiled only at him, did everything only for him.
he wanted to save you from this world, and that became his only life mission upon meeting you.
so he followed you home that day, making sure that he tailed you without arousing any suspicion from both you and the people around him. but if people asked, he could easily show them his detective badge, reasoning he was only doing his job
it's worked so far
from his work of crimes, mysta knows that ambushes and the element of surprise always worked best. that's why he chose to hide away from you, wanting to enjoy you a bit more before he did what he had to do
mysta giggles at the thought
once you reached your home, he knew he couldn't continuing watching you from the window. someone will call the cops on him for that.
so, he jots down your address and returns home
he's got a camera lying around somewhere... ah, there it is. still usable and the sd card seems to be empty.
he was determined to have it filled with only you, you and you
"i'm sure i had a stuffed bear lying around here somewhere," mysta whispers to himself, ruffling through his old items in search of said toy. surely, you wouldn't mind a special gift from a secret admirer?
of course not
he couldn't imagine you driving away an innocent present like a stuffed bear!
that night, mysta learns how to plant the camera inside the bear. he surprises himself with how truly harmless it looked from the outside.
in the morning, he hurriedly makes his way to your door and places his gift down, ringing the doorbell before running away.
you open the door seconds later and do indeed find the animal down at your feet. you pick it up then look side to side, wondering who could have left the object. but you shrug and came back inside with the gift.
mysta grins and opens his phone, connecting with the camera inside the bear.
through the screen, he sees you carry the bear around your before deciding to put it on your bed.
perfect.
the detective went home, satisfied.
he was going to need a lot more gifts and cameras for this.
for mysta, it was an obsession from the start. the moment he saw you smiling for the world, that was it for him. this world didn't deserve your smile. and only he could save you.
every few weeks, a gift would appear by your door and you'd place it all over your apartment, much to mysta's fortune. he'd study how you walk around the apartment, memorized your routine, what times you woke up on specific days, what meals you ate, what you liked doing when at home
god it felt like the most fantastic movie he's ever watched in his entire life
but then cameras and anonymous gifts became insufficient for mysta.
he needed to feel for himself how soft your blankets were, the smell of your pillow, the specific shampoo and soap you used.
he needed to be there.
so after some consideration, mysta finally made it to your apartment in the dead of night. with trial and error, he also made it past you door and he breathes in the scent of your home
it made him go crazy and the fact he was in your apartment right now was too much for him to take
but mysta walks on, closing the door behind him as he inspects all the things you kept. he now knows what cereals you ate, what milk you go for, what bath items you personally liked.
then he enters your bedroom where you're fast asleep, curled up under the blanket
"you look so fucking adorable," mysta whispers, covering his cheeks with the back of his hand to feel just how warm they were. how could they not be? he was in the presence of you again...
he looks around the area, learning more of your favorite colors from your outfit choices, books you were interested in and the small things that you liked in life
then he stops by your underwear drawer.
his hands shake even at the mere thought of having one to himself. you wouldn't notice one pair missing, right?
a souvenir from his first day seeing you again would be nice too
so he pockets one, smiling.
mysta finally stands near your bed. he kneels down and breathes silently as he comes in close contact with you. look at you. look.
so fucking gorgeous. the world truly didn't deserve you.
his finger makes it to your cheek, creating a single sloppy circle then it travels down to your plump lips. he traces every inch of it, his mind drawing the scene where he would kiss these beautiful lips of yours
he could very well do it right now...
mysta leans in close, his nose brushing against you and his lips hovering just over yours.
but something stops him.
maybe... maybe not now. better not to push my luck.
so he pulls away and exits your home.
once more, satisfied.
he promised himself that his visits wouldn't be too often. once a week maybe. but mysta is not one to to commit himself to something. once a week became thrice a week. then it became every single night.
in the day he would watch you from his cameras, his hands aching to feel your things and your body. and in the night, as you finally fall asleep, he would enter your home like it was his own.
well, it might as well be.
his souvenir picking became even bizarre too.
from clean underwear became to ones you've worn, your old photos, your clothes that he would wear. at first, he would return them, but with time, he kept them. hung them up on his walls or put the special ones under his pillow so he could somewhat have a piece of you before he falls asleep
at this point, mysta would use your apartment like it was your own. used your electricity, your water, ate your food. and when he left for the night, he would never forget to place a ghostly kiss on your forehead, not really brave enough for your lips somehow
so it could help him feel like he was living with you.
but there was something he noticed.
while you'd usually keep your clothes inside, they're now laid out in the open. even some of your undergarments.
more of your precious items were carelessly placed.
wh-why was there a second toothbrush in the sink? an extra towel? two bottles of your usual shampoos and soaps?
could you have possibly known he was in the apartment? why the fuck were you indirectly welcoming him in like this?
afraid at the realization, mysta decides it was time to go. so he hastily while still being quiet exits out of your bedroom.
but just before he could grab the doorknob, something tugs at his shirt.
"leaving already, darling? you usually stay longer..."
h-huh??
mysta turns on his heel and he sees you, gripping onto his shirt tight while rubbing your eyes. wh-what?
"come on, you haven't even kissed me goodbye yet," you pout, pulling him closer to you.
his heart is in his throat, beating rapidly as he doesn't know what to do. so you did know. why the heck did that make you seem even more perfect? you beautiful angel...
god fuck
"you thought i didn't know?" you smile, giggling as you nuzzled into his neck. "baby, you go to my apartment all the time. but you never notice when i go to yours?"
now that he thought about it, he would sometimes find some of his things misplaced. but he thought that was just him being a klutz again
"i-i..."
you grin at his loss of words, wrapping your arms around his waist. "you're so cute, darling. always have been. can i have a real kiss now?"
what is happening--
"mysta, my love, please?"
oh. oh god. the way you said his name.
the detective finally comes to his senses, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he held your face and for the first time finally kissed you right on the lips.
the way you kissed right back, holding him by the back of his head excitedly.
"i love you, y/n," mysta whispers against your mouth, the passion dripping from his words.
you smile and respond, "i love you too, mysta."
then you pull away, much to his dismay. "hey."
"hm?"
"wanna die together?"
how did you...
"you like to talk aloud in your sleep, my love," you giggle. "i'd be lying if i said i didn't want the same. you're too precious for this world... and you don't need it either. it's just going to take you away from me one day."
mysta suddenly brings you in for a tight hug, a choked sob escaping his lips. "god, i love you. i love you. i love you. yes we can die together, sweetheart."
at this, you tug on mysta's hand with the biggest smile on your face. "come on, come on! i've always wanted to die during a sunrise."
"oh really?" he laughs, following you out.
you drag him up the stairs all the way to the top floor of the apartment complex.
with the sky looking more bright, it was only a matter of minutes before the sun decided to peek through. but mysta was glad. he could spend the last minutes of his life with you
and now you and him will soon be together forever.
him and his beautiful angel...
you climb onto the railing, balancing on your feet as you offer your hand to mysta. "come on, love."
he smiles at you then stands just next to you. "i dreamed of this moment so much."
"yeah, i know. i'm glad you and i can be together in the end mysta. i was worried that you wouldn't ever notice."
he laughs, "sorry about that darling."
then, the sky becomes bright and the sun is right there, saying both hello and goodbye to you.
mysta feels you squeeze his hand.
"i love you so much, mysta."
he was gonna save you. and this was it. this was all he needed.
he brings your hand to his lips, pressing one last kiss. "i love you so much, y/n. my angel."
you smile at each other, all before gravity decides to envelop you both in its embrace, never to walk the earth again.
Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆
luca was minding his own business, watching over the casino on one of his free nights with a drink in his hand. it was incredibly boring though.
just the usual snobby rich heads flaunting their financial statuses to each other.
it reeked of trash in there, despite the millions worth of money in building said casino.
so luca excused himself for the night and goes to the backstreet when he sees someone being harassed by some uncivilized crooks.
ugh, be it upper or low class, people really were absolute garbage.
luca rolls his eyes, pulls out his gun and easily shoots the men by the head without missing a single target.
their bodies drop dead and reveals you, your face splattered with your harassers' blood.
the mafia boss' heart suddenly skips a beat at the rather gruesome scene before him. but it was because of the messy crime scene that made his adrenaline rush.
your pretty face among the dead.
luca smiles, approaching you while offering you his handkerchief.
"rough night?" he asks, kicking away the bodies at his feet.
you sigh, taking his aid and wiping away the blood. "thanks, but yeah, these guys just show up out of nowhere."
"well, you did take the road in a suspicious looking backstreet," luca points out, causing you to blush red. he chuckles.
"fa-fair point..."
"need an escort home? you do have a pretty face," he grins, offering you his hand. you look at it, then back at him, your eyes flickering with shyness.
"u-um, no thanks. i'll be careful from now on," this time, you completely avoid his gaze, ears blood red. you skitter away, waving softly at him, "th-thanks again!"
that's it.
luca liked you.
just the way you hide away from his advances, not out of disgust. but more out of embarrassment. so shy and precious... luca had to have you.
even the mere thought of someone else making you shy like that
it made luca's blood boil and instinctively reach for his gun, his fingers itching to fire his entire cartridge just to stave his unfathomable jealousy
his mafia life could be so boring after all.
nothing but business in the dark, murdering people who didn't do their job well (and occasionally those he didn't like) and making sure his record is clean, far away from the reach of the police
he was so used to seeing fearful expressions, sometimes ones that were so serious like they'd never heard of a joke. perhaps he'd get the rare chance of a woman or two smiling for him, offering something he'd like, but they all have under-the-surface motives
they were all the fucking same.
it was just so monochromatic.
but then there was you.
the first person in his life to smile and thank him so genuinely without asking for anything in return.
the mafia life is all about trading one eye for the other.
but with you, it's the other way around
and luca liked it. no, was obsessed with the concept.
so, he had his men track you down. find out what you liked, where you worked, who your family was, if you... had a partner. he specifically asked them to bring both their kidneys if they found out you had one.
but to his fortune, you weren't seeing anyone at the moment.
then, luca finally decided it was time to pay you a visit during your work time. his own work was getting bored after all.
he promised himself he wouldn't touch anyone today, for your sake really. luca had to accept that blood and gore wasn't everyone's favorite...
so he strolled right into the building where you worked, ignoring anyone who tried to stop him as he went up to ask a random employee where you were.
"u-um, they're on the second floor, sir," they answer, pointing towards the elevator.
"thanks!" he pats their back before going to the designated floor, your favorite flowers and snacks in hand to help win you over for an impromptu date. if your boss fired you for ditching work, luca brought his knife with him to cut off a few fingers to do the exact opposite
just in case
once the elevators let him out, luca's joyful mood suddenly dissipates when he hears angry screams. he wouldn't have minded them if your name wasn't thrown around the room.
from the corner, he sees you standing still, your face dark as your employees look at you with irritation, your boss? supervisor? whoever the asshole was scolding you for doing something so poorly
how dare someone insult and embarrass you like this? his precious and cute y/n...
luca's gun is begging to him to be used. to empty his full cartridge.
but for you, he took a deep breath and waltzed right in.
"hey, who are you? you're not authorized personnel!" an employee yells, moving forward to stop luca from stepping in any further. but with a demon looming inside the mafia boss, said employee shivers when he meets with luca's eyes, backing away almost immediately.
"y/n, honey!" he sang, grabbing the attention of the entire floor.
you turn to him, eyes wide.
"sorry, who are you, sir?" the person who was screaming at you raised an eyebrow at him.
"you don't want to know," luca giggles, circling his arm around your waist. although he seemed to be smiling, the aura leaking off of him was not safe.
at the icky feeling, the man takes one step back. "it doesn't matter. we're in the middle of an important conversation."
"looks like a torturing session to me though," luca tilts his head, curling his lip like a child. "you're a bad boss for scolding them in front of everyone else, you know."
"they're my employee, i can do what i want," he hisses.
the mafia boss takes a deep breath in, ignoring his urges to just fucking gut the man. "they're my partner. it's my duty to protect them from bad people. like you and everyone breathing in this building."
you look at him, confusion lacing your face but the fact he was protecting and defending you was enough not to ask any questions yet.
he then proceeds to hand you your gifts, flashing you a sweet smile, "come on, honey. you obviously don't want to be here. my car is waiting outside."
luca tugs you away to the exit, but the man from before yells again like it's the only thing he can do, "hey! it's still working hours!"
BANG
"can you shut up for once? you're making sound pollution."
the bullet hit the windows, but luca did that on purpose. the screaming was giving him a headache for fuck's sake.
he tugs on your hand again, "let's go, hon."
once in the car, all you can do is bite your lip as you stare at your flowers and snacks. shaken? nervous? afraid?
luca sighs, grabbing your chin softly to look at him. "how long have they been doing this to you, baby?"
you can't help but tear up, hiccupping, "right when i started work..."
as angry as he was though, you came first. your heart was tired. so luca leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, hoping it would help your mental scars.
how fucking dare these people make you cry?
"it'll be okay, honey," he whispers, squeezing your hand. "come on, let's get something to eat. you don't need that job. i'm luca, by the way."
you finally smile.
there it is, the smile he'd been aching to see since you last met.
after your outing together, it was safe to say that you were in a different place now. you were smiling much more and laughing to luca's jokes.
still shy whenever he teased you.
yes, only to him. he'll make sure that happens soon...
he took you home, walking you to the door.
you turn to him, "thank you for today, luca. i hope i get to see you again."
he laughs, "of course we will! i'll come get you again tomorrow."
"of course," you giggle, opening the door. "i'll see you tomorrow then, luca."
"oh and by the way."
"hm?"
luca smiles, "i'll be sending you a gift soon. i hope you'll like it."
a very one of a kind gift.
"oh? i'm excited to see it," with one final laugh, you enter your home then wave at luca. "get home safe, okay?"
"i will!"
then he's off.
to get your gift of course.
he sits in his car, takes out his phone and makes a quick call. he growls when the line finally connects, "find me all the employees who work at y/n's workplace."
"roger, sir."
in a matter of minutes, he receives the list. all from the very top of the organization to the lowest. there was your name, one of the lower employees it seemed, despite being at the company for a long time.
he chuckles to himself, tapping the gun buried in his pocket.
he was finally going to use that chainsaw in his trunk. luca was worried that it would start to break down before he even got to use it...
you awoke the next morning to the doorbell ringing. groggily, you get out of bed and check who it is , but is surprised to see a black box sitting by the end of your door.
a note sits atop it, handwritten and scented.
you bring it back inside first while reading the note
'good morning honey <3 i hope you had a good sleep and also like the present i got for you. it was a little hard to get but i would do anything for my sweet honey~'
you smile, putting the paper aside and lift the lid of the box.
you are face to face with your boss' head, eyes still open and a bullet hole between his eyes.
meanwhile, luca is at his office getting some work done when he receives a text from you.
'i loved the gift, luca! i might actually have a gift for you too~ wanna see it?'
his colorful life with you starts to saturate even more, the feeling of love blooming even more from the underside of his heart. shocked as he was, his ache to see you only grew wilder. he needed you there with him right now
he knew you were different the moment he met you
practically not afraid of the bodies that drop dead at your feet.
so luca rushes to your house, knocking on the door fervently.
as quickly as he came, you open the door for him and drag him inside with the biggest grin on your face. it didn't help how your cheeks were bright red from joy.
"hurry! i want you to see it!" you giggle, pushing him inside the house.
he merely chuckles, letting you lead him. you then stop together in front of a closet. you point at it, beckoning for him to open the door himself. "go on, luca!"
"alright," he grins, twisting the door knob open.
wait... he's seen her face before. wasn't she that waitress he saw a few days ago?
well of course, only this time she's completely and utterly lifeless. her eyes gouged out leaving empty dark sockets behind.
"oh, wow," luca widens his eyes, looking towards you.
you hiss, glaring at the dead woman, "she was flirting with you. i didn't like it so i got rid of her so you would only smile at me from now on."
luca stares at you, his heart beating against his chest.
so adorable. yet as crazy as him.
how perfect.
suddenly, the mafia boss picks you up and spins you around the hallway, causing for you to burst out laughing despite being in the presence of the deceased
of course that didn't matter! he was with the love of his life after all.
"i only wished i could've seen you do it in front of me, honey!" luca smiles, putting you down to nuzzle his nose against you. "next time, call me when you want to take care of someone. i'd love to see you go crazy."
you giggle, nodding. "i promise."
Ike Eveland 🖋💙
he first met you when he went on a stroll around the park, simply trying to get a breath of fresh air in his mundane life
he saw your beautiful form sitting on a bench busily drawing on your sketchpad, your eyes laser focus on the subject before you. it was love at first sight for ike.
at that moment, he wished nothing more than to have your eyes focus on him. drawing him. and him only.
all his life, he's been trained to create something about someone. but he longs for when someone creates something out of him for once.
so, ike chose you.
he knew how other people worked. other people wouldn't simply say yes to be his lover on the spot and well, suddenly change their life so it could revolve only around him
well, ike wished you would do that but since it was his lovely darling, he was willing to be extra patient for you
he approached you, keeping his beating heart at bay as he spoke to you for the first time, "hello there, can i sit next to you?"
you look up from your sketchpad, flashing only the prettiest smile ike has ever seen in his life. "yeah, i don't mind. go ahead."
you give him one more smile before redirecting your attention back to your work, pencil tip already back to creating shapes on the paper
ike steals a glance at what you're working on
and he knew he made the right choice to approach you
it was absolutely beautiful
every single stroke of your graphite was flawless. all your lines shape your subject according to the image in your mind.
an image ike wished was him.
although he meant to merely glance, he finds himself staring at you continue to draw. the more he did, the more he wished he could ask you to have him as your subject
but ike had to hold himself back
so when the right time comes, all his waiting would be worth it
"you're a very skilled artist," ike comments. you turn to him in surprise, red rushing to your cheeks and ears at his compliment.
that's it. blush only for me, sweetheart.
you grip your pencil nervously, laughing softly. "th-thank you, sir. i practice."
"i can see that," ike smiles, leaning towards you a bit to take a quick inhale of your scent. oh how sweet... he was bound to remember your unique smell. "how long have you drawn?"
"as long as i can remember. it's my favorite pastime," you answer, a glimmer of passion in your eyes.
lord, only 60 seconds in and you've captured his heart completely. ike begins to imagine all the nights you've stayed up for just to master your skills, all the different drawings you've done in the past
and his selfish wish to have all your future drawings once again, only of him
nothing and no one else but him
he followed you that day back home, and once he's written down your exact address, he returns himself and heads straight for his writing desk
he wanted to write so bad upon walking past the doorframe.
all because he couldn't get you out of his mind
you've become his muse after all, so the inspiration comes spilling out. so much so ike does not want to even waste a single drop of it
he could render his wrist useless for all he cares, but he desperately needed to write about you
about your gentle voice, about your beautiful eyes, about your skilled hand in drawing, about your mind-driving scent
ike was going to drill your very existence into the history of the earth himself
every single day, he made sure that he would "coincidentally" meet you out in public. this would make a good excuse for him to keep interacting with you without having to dig for your information without your knowledge
befriending you first was his strategy
once he makes sure that you are wrapped around his finger, it's only then he will make his move
but ike knew that this method was going to feel like being burnt alive. far too painfully slow.
he just wanted to have you all to himself. have you draw him everyday as he wrote about you everyday. he deserved this after everything he's done for you.
oh the way you greeted him hello, offered him something to drink when he came over, or when you were excitedly talking about an art project you were working on
do you have any idea how you're squeezing and twisting ike's heart?
so he finally takes his chance.
he takes your sleeping self to his house in the dead of night, tucking you in his bed like you truly belonged there. actually, who was he kidding? you did belong there. always have and always will.
look at you, so helpless and innocent.
ike smiles to himself, the blush on his cheeks appearing upon really settling that you finally belonged to him.
but that smile falters when he sees scars near your shoulders and thighs.
something dark envelops ike.
who did this? who would dare hurt his darling?
but according to how he's monitored you, it couldn't have been anyone. you didn't often go out to meet people (besides him of course) and you lived alone.
he figured he could just ask you in the morning
ike half expected you to panic and run for help when you cracked your eyelids open, starting to accuse him of kidnapping you.
but as he patiently sips his drink when you sit up, he is beyond caught by surprise.
"ike? am i in your bedroom?" you ask, half awake.
he chuckles at you, "yes, darling. you are."
you raise an eyebrow at him, "why?"
ike puts his book and cup aside, crawling over to your side. "because you belong here, my love. don't you know? you are mine."
he's expecting the scream of terror, or the paling up of your face.
but you only frown, disappointed?
"you don't by any chance brought my art tools with you, did you?" your lips curl at him, your voice so fragile like you were about to cry.
now ike is the one to raise his eyebrow in question, "no? is that what you need, darling? i could go get them for you as long as you stay here."
your eyes light up immediately then you hold his hand, nodding. "yes, please! it's in the furthest room in the apartment. the one i never show you before. just take the whole bag, okay?"
still heavily confused but not one to refuse your every request, ike nods and places a kiss on your forehead before standing up. "be a good boy/girl and stay, alright? i won't be long."
you giggle, waving.
back at your apartment, he goes to the specific room you were talking about. it was true he's never seen it before, since you never showed him and whenever he asked, you always brush him off.
what was in this anyway?
ike cracks the door open and he is astonished by the inside.
all four side of the rooms, even the floors and ceilings, even the furniture were drawn upon. whether that be the wooden chairs, the bare walls, papers or canvas.
what makes ike's heart skip a beat is the fact they're all drawings of him. all in different angles.
the accuracy... god, you were talented.
the next thing he noticed is the strong scent of rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide. why would you need...?
then ike realized just what you used as your drawing mediums.
hydrogen peroxide...the scars on your body...
tears prick the novelist's eyes, so glad to have met the most perfect person in the world.
how long have you been doing this? as long as he did perhaps? no matter, he'll pick up your... artwork later.
ike takes the bag you mentioned and goes back to his house, but he's worried the moment you are not in his room.
"darling?" he calls out, but you don't answer. ike begins to panic, checking every door for you when he finds you in one of his mysterious rooms.
yes, he did the same exact thing.
you stare at the room before you, the walls plastered with papers filled with poems and stories about you. written in the same medium you did with your paintings of ike.
your cheeks are burning red, a wide smile decorating your beautiful face as you turned to ike.
"did you like my work at home?" you giggle.
"did you like mine?" ike smirks, hooking you by the waist to bring you closer. "oh, my beautiful little artist."
you rest your head on his shoulder. "my beautiful writer."
such a matching pair indeed.
"move your head a bit to the side, love. yes, that's it," you clap your hands excitedly with one paint brush in hand. ike chuckles at your cute reaction, readying his quill and an inkwell filled with your blood.
he says, "can we start?"
you nod, dipping your tool into the jar of his blood mixed with rubbing alcohol. "let's create together, ike."
you two were going to engrave each other's existence into history, no matter if the world liked it or not.
art always has been an enigma in itself.
Shu Yamino 🔮✨
he was in a rush that day when he dropped his wallet after leaving a cafe. so much to do, so little time.
but he stops when he hears someone call his name as soon as he got onto the street. he turns around and sees you, the same cashier who served your order just before he left.
shu then sees you waving his wallet in the air, patting his pocket where it would've been.
it's this human kindness that makes his heart skip a beat for you.
you approach him, smiling while panting, given you've had to run after him. wallet in hand, you say, "you forgot this, sir!"
but he's too busy staring at you like you had grown ten more heads, receiving the wallet which you were handing back to him. "u-um, yeah... "
"be a bit careful next time, okay?" you giggle, dusting off your pants. "well, best you go on then! you were obviously rushing. i gotta go back to work too."
"ca-can i ask for your name?" shu nervously asks, pocketing his wallet. he had to. he had to get to know you. there was no way he was going to let you go, this kind hearted person.
"y/n," you smile. "and you?"
"i'm shu," he responds. "it was nice meeting you, y/n. i gotta go now though."
nodding, you wave at him as you jog back to your workplace again.
surely the cameras in your cafe were going to be easy to hack into.
he wasn't crazy. he was just... interested in you.
people nowadays are selfish. people only do things for their own things. sure they might do something for someone, but in the end, they'd ask for something in return. shu was both sick and used to this.
so when he received his wallet back from you, of course he'd be intrigued.
how could a human being be so kind...?
the next day, shu returns to your cafe in much better circumstances, hoping to see if it was your shift. luckily for him, it was. you busy yourself with cleaning tables around the cafe, humming to the current song playing
shu realizes then how absolutely beautiful you were. it was probably because he was in a nick of time yesterday that he couldn't notice much of your face
but with the slow pace of the day, he sees it now
of course, only the kindest people are beautiful. working so hard, smiling at all the customers who came through that door.
smiling at him when he walked through that door.
"oh hey, shu! i see you're back," you greet, placing the huge plastic box to rest against your hip. "here for another drink?"
shu smiles, nodding even though that was not his main purpose. "yeah, i needed a break from work."
"i'll be at the bar in a second, go wait up by the cashier!"
he savors all the precious seconds he gets to spend interacting with you, even if it was probably just small talk and discussions about his order.
besides, he'll be able to see more of you through his cameras later.
"will it be the same as yesterday?" you ask once you've put away your cleaning supplies.
shu raises an eyebrow, "you remembered my order?"
"o-oh! i'm sorry, you probably think i'm creepy. i just have a habit to remember people's orders. you left such an impression on me yesterday too," giggling nervously, you look away.
but this adds to your charm, shu thinks. look at you, hiding away because of something cute you did. remembering people's orders was a skill a barista could use, especially if the same customers will be coming back often
you truly were a different human being.
there was no way shu was going to let you out of his sight.
what if you met the wrong people? what if they take advantage of your kindness? shu just couldn't bare the thought of the world making you sad if those things ever happened
how else to prevent that from happening than to protect you himself?
he had sorcery in his veins, that sufficed to kill a hundred men at least.
after you made him his drink, shu goes to leave. but he doesn't go home. instead, he waits by the backstreet until your shift ended.
it was long into the day before he heard the door to the backstreet start to open. shu uses his sorcery to hide himself from view and out you appear, exhausted and ready to collapse from working for so long.
"god, i'm done," you sigh, tugging your bag to your side as you start your journey home.
this was it.
shu follows you back and once you've entered your home, he notes down your exact address and places a single camera. but with his sorcery, it makes it easy for him to place within your residence without much trouble and without being seen.
once he himself arrives home, he excitedly opens up his devices and connects with the camera he planted
this was how his obsession with you grew stronger.
there are no absent days where he's not opening his cameras to check on you. watch over you.
just look at how innocent and beautiful you look... so safe under shu's watch.
yes, this was a good idea after all. this way he knows you're safe.
but
there's something he's begun to notice, a few weeks after the first time he planted in that camera in your home.
from what he's noticed, the first few weeks were just you acting casual and well, being yourself.
but as time passes by, you begin to act... more poised. like you were acting for someone. was it shu or did you start wearing clothes that showed more of your skin?
one thing for sure though
shu could not hold it back anymore.
he couldn't resist just watching you. he needed to talk to you again. he needed to touch you. your skin, your hair, everything!
so, he makes his way over to your home, careful of his steps and any prying eyes. his heart is beating against his chest, extremely excited to even get to see you in person one more time
shu's hand hovers over the doorknob, commanding it to unlock. but after minutes of trying, he wonders why nothing has happened. not a sound of the lock was heard.
"is it...?" he wonders, grabbing the knob. then it swings open with ease. shu is baffled, "it was already open?"
you probably forgot to lock it, so he shrugs and enters your house.
he's watched you for a long time, he basically knows where everything is by now. where your bathroom is, where you keep your books, everything.
he wasn't your protector if he didn't know everything about you, right?
shu tiptoes to the bedroom and he finds you deep asleep in a position he never saw you in.
blankets covered all the way up above your elbows, but shu could definitely see you were... completely nude
"god, you're so beautiful," is the first thing he says, crawling to your side to study your beautiful face. it didn't matter if you were nude. in fact, it benefitted him.
his finger traces over your cheek, slowly down your neck and to your collarbone. all so smooth and like it's begging to him to be touched.
shu then pulls the covers off of you, a gift before him.
that night, he touched you. and by touch, more than tracing his fingers memorizing your every inch.
god, you felt too good. you were just so perfect.
when he finished and the hours slowly becoming dusk once more, shu sneaks out of bed and leaves without forgetting to give you one last kiss.
for that day of course. he was going to come back very soon.
because he knew he was never going to sober up from his drunk thoughts of your beautiful body and your innocence stolen away by him
actually, he wanted to see you today.
so, shu went to pick up a drink by your cafe.
ah, there you were. still as beautiful as the day he met you, seemingly unknowing he had so much fun with you last night.
your eyes meet his, and you flash him a smile like last time you saw him. "hi shu! it's been a while."
"yeah, it has," he laughs simply.
"the same?"
still remembered it huh?
shu nods, placing the amount of money to pay for his drink. he swore when you took the cash, you purposely brushed your fingertips against his.
he can't help but smile.
one day, he'll break in your house holding your hand while he does it with you squeezing him just as tight, crying out his name and wanting nothing else in this world but him.
one day.
"order for shu!" your sweet voice calls out to him. shu runs over to the pick up area and receives it, again your skin featherlight against his own. "enjoy your day, shu."
oh, he will.
he flashes you a smile as he went to take a sip, leaving the cafe to go back home.
when he sits down to get some work done, shu's head begins to ache terribly. was it because he was staring head on at his computer for too long? that and he stayed awake enjoying you?
"i should lie down," shu hisses, the pressure on his head getting worse. the moment he collapses on the bed, his eyelids are already closing
the last thing he saw being his bedroom door opened by a stranger
"shu, baby?"
"my love, come on, wake up."
"don't make me wait too long, shu, baby."
at the continuous pleads for him to exit the sleeping world, shu finally cracks his eyes open.
only to realize he's sitting in a chair, his hand bound behind the backrest and his legs tied to the chair legs.
the culprit?
"y-y/n?"
your eyes widen and a smile stretches itself across your face. your cheeks are bright red as you skitter over to shu.
"good, you're finally awake!"
so you were the one asking him to wake up from before... hold on, what happened again? oh... the drink.
shu couldn't help but laugh, lying back onto the chair as if he wasn't being tied tight against it. "sometimes i wonder if you became a barista only to find the opportunity to drug their drinks."
you giggle, proceeding to sit on his lap. "only for the cute ones."
"actually," he never told you his address though... and he's been watching you for a long time. how did you...? "how did you know where i lived?"
"oh, i thought you would be smarter," a grin paints onto your beautiful face. you trace his jawline, breath becoming one with his. "i had my eye on you the moment you dropped that wallet, my love. having a little peek inside wasn't that hard. also, shu, baby."
you take something from behind him and in the faint light, scissors shine as you show it to him.
you lick your lips, enticing his feral needs for you, "don't think you could get away with what you did last night."
shu's mouth is wide open, but his cheeks are bright pink. this didn't scare him. fuck no.
it made him even more excited.
you drag the blade from under his shirt, teasing his delicate skin with the sharp metal. then you start snipping his top apart, leaving only his bare chest for you to revel in.
"let me have a go, alright?" you giggle, throwing the scissors aside.
shu grinned, laughing himself as he pressed his forehead against yours. "you can have at me as much as you want, baby."
Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ Pilot/(.o1?)
warnings: flashback (moving, feelings of abandonment leads to resentment against reader, childhood crushes, small kisses), asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, roomie is fucking with Getou oml
reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.
plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..
a/n:: already? another fanfic? yes. i love these. anyways, i wanted to make a longer slow burn with more of an upsetting beginning. i hope you love this one as Lost Lamb comes to an end.. ^^
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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~
. . .
"You're.. leaving?"
You gave a nod, your eyes teary with despair as you held your friend's hands in yours. Giving a squeeze, you felt the sadness in your heart only grow when you turned to see your parents loading your car up with the last of your belongings.
"But.. you said you'd stay," The boy in front of you mumbled. His black hair hung low, and red eyes looking at nothing but your face and expression. "Forever, remember? You said that!"
"Sukuna, I'm sorry," You responded, your heart aching with sorrow.
You didn't want to leave either. You had been here since you were a baby. Though, your parents said they needed to move for better work, and a fresh start for school. You were only six, you couldn't say no.
"It's for school and work.."
"There's school and work here!" He protested, his eyes dewy as you held your hands tighter. Making you look up at him with a slight blush tinting your cheeks, your eyes finally connected with the boy that lived down the road.
"You have school and friends here! And me! You don't need to leave, Y/n!"
Sukuna Ryomen, the boy that stumbled over with his brother the day you moved in on his way to school. The boy that you became friends with after doing a collage together during pre-k. You had played games and helped him when his father was drunk by letting him stay at your place while his grandma was away. Hiding him in your secret hideout where there was enough room for three people; Sukuna, his brother, and you.
Your first crush..
"I can't stay, Ryo.." You mumbled, watching as the boy's eyes filled with tears at your response. "My momma and dad said I can't.."
"Love, time to get going!" Your mother called, waving her hand in the air and smiling brightly. She was excited to go to the city..
"Please, don't leave me.." Sukuna's tone soft as he stared at the ground. A flash of red and his arms were around your neck, hugging like you were going to shatter into a million pieces.
You couldn't leave.. He loved you..
"Who am I going to play with and go to the lake to see the frogs grow? I want to keep climbing the Willow Tree with you, Y/n.. Don't go.."
With a stab to the heart, Sukuna's nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath hitched as he began to cry quietly. He never cried. Even if his knee was cut or his father punched him.
He never cried..
"S-Suku.. I hafta.." You had begun to cry as well, holding onto Sukuna's scuffed up shirt and pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
Two little kids in love. So precious.
"Y/n.." Sukuna sniffled, his tears staining your shirt until he lifted his head and wiped at his red eyes. He lifted your face, his palm on your cheek, your cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment.
"Promise me I'll see you again. When we're older, I want to be with you like your momma and dad are.."
Your cheek burned hot, eyes widening in shock at his confession. Sukuna?
The determined boy nodded, holding your face in his hands and blushing. With his face red like a tomato, he gave a small breath and gave you a soft kiss. Your parents, thankfully, didn't witness this as they had gone inside the house to gather a few more things, but you were flustered beyond relief.
"M-Mm!" You mumbled, closing your eyes quickly as to savor it.
Eventually, Sukuna had the power to pull away. His face was hot with embarrassment as he looked into your eyes, the kiss and realization hitting the both of you suddenly.
It was a promise.
"I-I swear.." You said finally, your voice quiet as you looked down at the ground. He was your first kiss..
"Good."
Sukuna gave a confirmed nod, letting your face go and holding your hands and smiling, despite the tears. Your face beginning to cool as Sukuna began to speak, his eyes glowing bright.
"I'll see you when I'm a big man, and smart and have lots of money so that I can take care of you forever. I'll go to school in the big city too and get a 'degree' like from one of your books and use it to find a good job. I will make you my wife and love no one but you, Y/n!"
He gave your hands a squeeze and began to walk you to your car, to where your parents waited and helped you inside. Once you were in the car he finally let go, hoping that his promise and his words would stay with you and give you some comfort.
The sounds of the country are slowly beginning to fade as you stare out the back window of your parents' new car. Watching Sukuna slowly become smaller and smaller, his hand never stopped waving as you turned the corner down your former driveway. The dirt clouds and stones that were kicked up by the tires covering what last you saw of your childhood friend..
. . .
That was eighteen years ago. And now, you sat alone, in your college dorm with music blasting from your speakers as your roommate rode one of the many dicks she owned.
You hummed the sweet music as they climaxed together, scribbling down a few notes in your handbook before standing and heading to the kitchen.
Still in your sweats, tank top, and sports bra, you gathered a few items from your fridge and began a bowl of ramen. Though, trying to be fancy, you started cooking some beef for ram-don. A dish that you regularly topped with chives and a slab of bacon, though you didn't have the luxury as your next paycheck was next week.
As you began cooking, you could smell the weed wafting from down the hall. Your roomies bedroom was normally the hot spot for hippies and other assorted college morons since she had more marijuana than your weird uncle.
You know the one. The one that normally hid his stash in his cabinet and had a rolled up cig with it when you went to visit.
Eventually, a disgruntled man stumbled out of her room and began walking towards the exit. His shirt is missing and his jacket was hanging from his hips. Jeans too ripped to be considered stylish and his hair all messy and hanging past his shoulders.
"Hello, Suguru," You said, your eyes looking towards your cooking food as the college boy made his way to your fridge.
Getou Suguru, computer major and an academic athlete for three years until now. He likes working with his friend Gojo Satoru on big projects though he ends up doing most of the work and crashing before the deadline. He was one of the only guys you liked having around.
He was smart, funny, and a real charmer, thankfully he wasn't your type. You didn't have one as of right now.
"Hello, sweetness.." The long haired gentleman chuckled as he leaned over the counter. "What're you making?"
"Ram-don. It's for lunch," You answered, Getou humming in response as he sipped his beer.
"Sounds like a party."
You chucked at his words, finishing the meat and pouring out any extra grease before stirring it in with your ramen. Getou gave a warm groan at the smell of food, walking over to your side and purring with content as you chopped up some chives you had found.
"Can you make me a bowl, Y/n?" He asked, his dark eyes staring down as he licked his lips.
"I don't know, Sugu," Your voice cooed, teasing your friend as you looked back up at him. "Are you sure you remember how to use a fork or chopsticks?"
You both laughed as you proceeded to make him an extra bowl, quickly talking to him about his next project. Weirdly enough, him and Gojo decided to collab on this big animation project for Getou's final exam that semester.
It's funny to hear "Gojo" and "work" in the same sentence, though..
"So it's an animation?" You asked, slowly sucking the warm ramen noodles into your mouth while Getou licked his lips.
"Yeah, but it's not going to be some huge ass animation though," He answered, using his fork to stab the beef in his ramen.
"Probably going to be a minute or two long, not much. I only really want to pass the class with at least an A. Sato's going to be a help though, he's weirdly good with computer animation."
As you continued to ask questions, Getou answered them. On and on until you both finished the food and cleaned up the dishes. Continuing to talk though didn't last long once your eyes landed on your clock.
You were a minute late to your first class of the day, which was normal, you didn't like paying attention to the time that much.
"Anyways, I'll be seeing ya," You said, standing from your spot on the couch. "I got Economics right now."
Getou teased you about being a few minutes late until you closed the door to your bedroom and began to change. Grabbing a large, black hoodie you had bought two months ago with your favorite band logo on the back where the hood rested and some shorts rather than your sweats.
Sure, the sweats were nice, but your legs had begun getting hot and it was rather uncomfortable. And your economics class wasn't exactly air conditioned during your time there. Besides, your legs were nicely shaved and you enjoyed wearing shorts when they were.
Anyways, you grabbed some socks and slide-ons before heading out the door with your book bag hanging from your shoulder. You said a few goodbyes to Getou, grabbing bottled water and your bento for lunch, and left. The sounds of the dorms becoming active soon filling your ears as you walked towards the exit and onto campus.
It was a rather dark looking day, due to lots of clouds, but it relaxed you. Classes weren't something that bothered you and having a day like this was nice. Kept you calm while you were studying, even though thunderstorms might scare you from time to time at night.
As you made your way over to the building that held the first half of your classes, passing by a large statue of the universities founder, your eyes caught onto a newsletter that hung from a telephone poll nearby.
'Willow Tree,' it read, with information about an upcoming road trip to this lake out in the Sticks. Most of the Economics and Computing classes, along with some of the Track squad were allowed to go for freshmen and up.
Well, this is the first I'm hearing about it.
The Sticks. Where you used to live. That's a coincidence.
You shook your head, planning on learning more through your teacher later, and heading inside the building. It wasn't long until you walked down the clean and quiet hallway and found your class. There were a few students in there, some you assumed were nursing a hangover, and your teacher who's lesson was around it's mid-point.
His eyes were a beautiful emerald green like aways, his black hair hanging low against his forehead and nape. There were a few girls that'd love to bag a man like him, Toji Fushiguro. He had a son that went here that you knew very well, and was actually rather friendly despite his cold demeanor.
Toji looked more like a gang leader rather than an Economics teacher, in your opinion.
"Oh, hey," The man said, his eyes lifting from some paperwork towards you, you had just walked inside. "You're a little late, Y/n."
"Yeah, I'm sorry," You said, nodding as you closed the door. "I was studying and lost track of time. It won't happen again."
"I sure hope it won't, you're my best student after all."
Giving another nod, you headed over towards your seat and opened your bag. Some of the students there weren't really paying attention and listening, but that's to their own fault if they don't pass. Toji's words, not yours.
As your professor started speaking about the trip that was coming up, there was a knock at the door. Toji walked over after putting his stuff down and opened the door, revealing a student you assumed as you didn't pay much mind and continued to write down a few notes that were written on the board.
You didn't hear much but a name.
One single name. That's it.
"Sukuna Ryomen, is going to be attending this class for the next month or two for credits," Toji announced, your eyes darting up to look at the student you ignored earlier.
His hair was dyed a pink color with that same scar under his eye. How was he here in all places? You didn't want to say anything harsh about him, but he wasn't particularly college-material. He was the loud kid in the back of class that got in fights. Always had a few cuts from playing too hard in the play pen.
But the man you're looking at right now is nothing like the kid he was.
He was clean and seemed to be taking extra care of himself, physically. Exercising and eating right, having a proper sleep schedule without any bad habits. This couldn't be him, right?
Sukuna wouldn't dress like he was about to meet his girl's parents, properly shaved around the chin without a scratch. You could even hear a few girls cooing in the back row at the new student. He looked so perfect, nothing like the messy little boy you once knew..
This wasn't Sukuna, right?
"Treat him well, alright?" Toji finished, motioning for Sukuna to sit at one of the tables as the girls continued to coo and giggle over the freshman.
You couldn't blame them, Sukuna looked very handsome.
Rather rouge-ish look but also too simple and striking to be considered a bad-boy persona. He pulled some things from his bag as he sat down clicking a pen and turning his attention towards his professor. Your eyes could never peel from him, how could they?
Sukuna? At your school? It must be a dream.
"Anyhow, the field trip to the Willow Tree Farmhouse will be held at the end of the year for all students. " Toji continued, holding up a flyer and talking about fees for the trips and such until the bell rang.
Quickly, you stood and grabbed your things, the urge to talk to Sukuna on your mind after years. Though, you were stopped as Toji called your name and motioned for you to come to his desk. You gave a soft sigh, though you saw red eyes on you.
Sukuna's lidded eyes were staring you down from his spot at the exit, a girl already attempting to ask him out to which he ignored. The stare was so intense, making an old flutter in your heart ignite.
This wasn't normal at all..
How could it already be so soon? When did he move? You had so many questions you needed answered, so many things you wanted to talk about, but Sukuna was soon gone. The girl that was bothering him an annoyed mess as she left in the opposite direction. You found your way to Toji's desk, your professor sensing your unease and smiling.
"What's got you so upset, darling?"
"Hm?" Your head perked up, suddenly back from your dream world. "N-Nothing, sir. What do you need to talk to me about?"
"It's nothing you can't handle," Toji sighed, dropping his concern and pointing the pen in his hand towards the door where Sukuna formerly stood as he leaned back in his chair, a creak echoing from it's gears.
"The new kid. I wanted you to talk to him about the class and catch him up. He's been skipping out for half the year and he's severely behind in assignments."
Your professor stood from his seat and walked around his desk as your heart fluttered away. Was this your chance to reconcile? To apologize properly? To be friends again, from the beginning? To start over?
"I thought it'd be only fitting seeing as you must've grown up with each other," Toji said, folding his arms around his large chest. "Seeing as you both grew up in the Sticks."
You gave a nod, your eyes fixed on now particular area, your mind clouded with past memories and words. You had so much to tell him about, to say, to feel.
Did he still feel the same after so long?
The doubt in your heart ached, thought it would be expected. Anywhow, Toji wrote down your former friends dorm number and instructed your way inside the boy's dorms. Though, you would be forced to wait til after classes and go around 3 in the afternoon.
That wasn't going to be a bother, you could wait.
"Thank you," You said, dipping your head and exited the classroom. Toji gave a small goodbye before returning to his seat as a fresh wave of students entered behind you.
You walked towards your next class, a smile on your face as you felt all that past admiration and comfort fill your body.
Sukuna Ryomen, a name you thought you'd never hear again.
You were more than a little excited...
a/n: Already another fanfiction? Yes. I had a new idea for this one and wanted to start it already!! It's so fun to write for Sukuna, and make ya'll love him. I have more ideas for this slow burn, and it's going to be longer than Lost Lamb (:'D)!! You guys are going to love the shit out of this one, and the drama is going to be intense~
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The car ride to the creel house was quiet and tense. All the playful energy that any of the group had was now long gone. The sun was setting and it painted the sky a beautiful orange color. Steve stopped the vehicle in front of the screen house, your heart dropping when you see Lucas, Erica, and Max make their way out.
You grab the sleeve of Max’s jacket causing her to stop and look at you.
“You be safe, okay? Don't let him get you.”
She gave you a sad smile and nodded her head wrapping her arms around you. She wipes away some tears before pulling away and looking up at you.
“Don't do anything stupid, you're kinda all I have left.”
The three of them left the car and you watched from the back window as they walked toward the house until they were out of sight. You look down at the bat that’s resting between your feet and jump when Robin takes a seat next to you.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
You let out a chuckle. “Scared shitless right now. I hate that the kids are alone, one of us should be there right?”
“I don't know, I feel like it's an all-hands-on-deck situation. Ya know?”
You nod your head. You know all too well, you look at robin and feel yourself smile.
“You really dressed for the part, didn't you, cadet?
She fake salutes you.
“Reporting for duty. I feel like if I die today I should die in style.”
“No one is dying today,” Dustin says while looking over at you two. “I'm serious, we're all gonna be fine.”
Eddie appears behind Dustin and places a hand on his head, shaking him around a bit.
“Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to agree with the kid this time.”
You gasp. “Eddie Munson is agreeing with Dustin Henderson?”
“You hear that? I think hell just froze over.” Robin laughed out loud.
You glanced over to the front of the trailer patting on your thighs before standing. You were steady as you made your way to Nancy and Steve, throwing your arms around both seats as you leaned toward the middle.
“Are you sure this is a good plan, Nance?”
She looks over at you and furrows her brows.
“I just feel like we shouldn't have left the kids alone at the creel house. I have a weird feeling they're going to need backup.”
Steve glances at you and clears his throat. “Robin said she feels like we shouldn't be doing this.”
You're frozen to your spot. If two people are feeling uneasy about this should any of you guys be going in? Maybe you can all regroup and come up with a new plan? A million thoughts are running through your head before Nancy's voice rings through your ears.
“We're going to be fine. We can’t back down now, everyone’s lives are on the line. I wouldn't go through with this plan if we had time to come up with something better. This is our only option.”
You and Steve both look at her knowing that she's not going to back down. You don't blame her one bit, if Vecna showed you a vision where your loved ones died you'd be dead set on the plan too. You sigh, ignoring Steve's gaze on you through the rearview mirror, and sit back in your original seat. You're lost in your thoughts until Eddie sits next to you and smiles at you.
“So, you still feel confident about this?”
You consider telling him the truth. You want to tell him how you're not so sure that any of you should be doing this, how you and robin have this terrible feeling sitting in your stomach, but you don't. You don't want to feed Eddie any more fear than what he already has so you lie to him and you make sure it's the best damn lie you've ever told.
“Are you kidding me? Like I said Munson, I've done this three times already. What's another round of saving the world?”
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. You're a good liar, he'll give you that. He decides not to call you out on your lie, he knows you're just as scared as him, maybe even more.
“Can't believe you've been saving the world while teaching me some calculus on the side. I guess I owe you big time for saving my ass from monsters and the wrath of Mr. G.”
You chuckle and shrug your shoulders. Everything he says is going in one ear and coming out the other. You look back at the window again knowing the Creel house is long gone, but you still hope to see the kids safe walking into the building.
“You're worried about them huh?”
“They're just kids, Eddie. They shouldn't have to go through this, and I know they aren't mine but there's this part of me that needs to protect them.”
He nods understanding what you mean. Sure he doesn't know Max or Erica all that well, but seeing them so desensitized to something like this breaks his heart.
Steve parks the trailer and for the first time, you all notice it's completely dark out now. You all sneak out of the trailer and sneak into Eddie's, thanking the universe that the darkness hid you all from onlookers. You all walk towards the makeshift rope that's made of sheets and look up into the Upside down. Steve drops his backpack on the floor and tugs at the sheets.
“Be careful.” You mumble to him.
He looks over at you and sends a small smile your way, he doesn't even care that he's staring death in the face anymore. You finally talked to him.
“Here goes nothing.”
Your heart pounds as you watch Steve climb through the enormous hole in the ceiling and disappear within a second. He does a flip, landing on his feet effortlessly reminding you of a cat, and looks up at the group shrugging his shoulders.
“Wow, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin mumbles mostly to herself. You and Nancy let out a giggle and cover it with a cough. Your attention is drawn back to the hole as Steve grunts while throwing a mattress down on the ground for everyone to land on.
“Alright, let's go.”
Robin squats down intertwining her fingers together to give Nancy a small boost. You smile at the quick friendship the girls made and watch as Nancy makes her way through the portal landing on the mattress with a small oof. You try your hardest not to roll your eyes as Steve helps pull Nancy up, leaving only inches between them.
You and Dustin grab the bags that are on the floor and launch them up giving each other a high five when they land on the mattress Steve laid out. Eddie makes his way toward the sheet and lands on the bed with wide eyes. He's looking up at the rest of you guys smiling at how cool this would be if it wasn't a life or death situation. One by one each of you makes your way to the upside down with you being the last one. You land on the mattress still not used to the feeling of traveling through some weird portal to another dimension but you'll wrap your head around it eventually.
You sit up a bit and look between Eddie and Steve's outreach hands, both of them ready to help you up. You look up at them and notice them staring at each other silently asking each other what they're doing. Robin rolls her eyes and grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you up to her.
“Get your head in the game lover boys, we're literally about to save the world! Fight for the girl after this.”
Your cheeks get hot and Eddie and Steve are stumbling over their words claiming they just wanted to help you up. You each walk out of the trailer getting ready for your parts of the plan before Steve turns around to face you, Dustin, and Eddie.
“Hey, guys, listen,” Steve starts. “If things here start to go south at all, you abort. Okay?” Draw attention to the bats, keep them busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.”
He looks at Dustin and Eddie. “Don't try to be cute,” His eyes lock with yours. “and don't try to be a hero or something okay? You guys are just-”
“Decoys,” Dustin says while rolling his eyes. “Don't worry, you can be the hero Steve.”
“Absolutely,” Eddie chimes in. “I mean look at us, we are not heroes.”
You snort. “Speak for yourselves. I've saved all of your asses at least once.”
Steve chuckles at your response and begins to walk away from the three of you. It finally sinks into your head that this could be the last time you see him. With the terrible feeling in your gut only getting worse you can't help but run after him and grab his hand. Steve turns around to face you, his facial expression giving away the little shock he's experiencing.
“You have a bad habit of losing fights.”
“Really? That's what you want to say?” he whispers.
Tears are welling in your eyes as you shake your head. “Don't lose this fight, Steve. Please.”
He pulls you into his chest and gives you a tight hug.
“I'll see you when we win, okay?”
You pull away, wiping the tears that managed to escape, and nod your head.
“I’m still pissed at you,” you say over your shoulder while walking back to Eddie and Dustin.
“Tell me about it when this is over!”
You smile at Eddie and Dustin grabbing the bat you've had since the beginning of all of this shit and look back at your friends who are walking away from you.
“Hey, Steve?” Eddie shouts.
Steve turns around to face him.
“Make him pay.”
-
You, Dustin, and Eddie all work together trying your best to cover every window the trailer has. Dustin is running around giving you as many boards as he can while you're drilling them into the trailer.
“So,” Eddie says, appearing behind you while hanging you a screw. “You and Harrington?”
“Pretty sure that ship has sailed,” you mumbled out while stepping back and admiring your work.
“No, yeah. That's cool, I was just wondering is all.”
Dustin stood next to you two and made a face at Eddie.
“Dude, are you trying to see if she's single while our lives are on the line?”
Eddie and Dustin bicker back and forth and you tune them out while walking around the trailer to see if you guys missed any spots. Once you saw every nook and cranny was covered you went back to your original spot, resting your hands on your hips. Thunder booms across the sky as a flash of red follows close behind.
“Not bad,” you mumble to yourself.
“Not bad at all.” Dustin follows. You're standing between the two as you all look at each other and smile. A chuckle escapes Eddie as he throws an arm over your shoulder.
“Now for the fun part.”
The three if you burst into the trailer trying not to disturb the hive mind. Eddie stands in the doorway in shock as he looks at the beautiful sight before him.
“Jesus Christ….” he trails off.
Dustin chuckles at his older friend as he takes a step forward toward the object that was calling his name.
“It's like…she was destined for an alternate dimension.”
A small laugh escapes from you as Eddie reaches for his guitar with a smile on his face.
“What do you say you two? Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”
Eddie turns around to face you both and you take a step forward.
“That a rhetorical question?”
Eddie smiles at you both as he puts the guitar strap around his shoulder and slings it so that it's resting on his back.
“Let's do it.”
-
“Uh, I don’t mean to freak anyone out, but I swear we've seen this tree before,” Robin says in a shaky voice.
“That's impossible.” Nancy says trying to catch up to her newly made friend.
“That would suck, right? If Vecna destroyed the world cause we got lost in the woods?”
“We're not lost, Robin.”
She let out a nervous chuckle and walked ahead of Steve and Nancy.
“Robin, hey,” Steve said.
“Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?”
“THANK YOU!” Robin shouted while sprinting away from them.
“Ah, don't worry about her, she's just stressed. You know, scared.” Steve said quietly.
Nancy chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
The two of them walked in silence. They weren't really sure what to talk about but they also kept an ear out for Robin in case she ran into trouble.
“It's just…” Nancy started.
“She's a super klutz?” Steve finished.
She let out a laugh and nodded her head.
“She did tell me it took her longer to walk than most babies.”
“I really shouldn't laugh. When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.”
“Crawled backwards?” Nancy questioned.
He nods his head. “You know, I’d push back on my hands like this,” he said while making a beeping noise. “Always in reverse, you know?”
Nancy stays silent trying her hardest not to laugh. She missed this, a part of her will always miss Steve and how…easy it was with him. It all just came naturally, well, not all of it.
“Come on, it makes sense. Push to move right?”
“No, no, it doesn't make sense.”
Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Well, it did to my tiny Harrington brain, and to y/n.”
A beat of silence passes.
“Actually, I think she laughed at me too.”
“Smart girl.”
Steve chuckles at the thought of you.
“Of course, it made sense till I backed myself up down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.”
Steve swears he can hear your voice saying that explains so much, or maybe it was Nancy but he just wanted it to be you. Either way, he responds.
“I think it does. I think, like, right off the bat I'm super confident, but I'm also an idiot.” His mind trails back to the arguments you two have had these last couple of days, the two of you too wrapped up in the end of the world to talk it out like usual.
“It's a brutal combination,” Nancy says.
“The good news is, if I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know?”
Nancy nods her head agreeing with him.
“Do you think she meant anything when she told me not to lose?”
“Besides not dying?” Nancy chuckled.
Steve shook his head not listening to what she was saying.
“How did I not see it? This whole time, she's been in love with me and I never knew. Now, I might lose her to Eddie. Eddie of all people! I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy, and has nice hair. Not as nice as mine but it's nice. I just never heard her talk about him.”
Nancy looks at Steve. “What do you usually talk about when you hang out?”
Steve shrugs his shoulders.
“I'd usually talk about my dates, or about some girl who gave me her number at work-” Steve stops talking and stands frozen in his spot.
“Something tells me you just had an epiphany.”
Steve groans quietly and starts to walk again. “I'm such an idiot.”
“At least you're learning.”
More comfortable silence is shared between them as they keep their eyes on the ground trying their best not to step on the vines.
“Thank you,” Steve said quickly.
“Thank me?”
“Yeah.”
“For?”
Steve smiles at her and for the first time, it's almost a normal smile. There's a little love behind his eyes, not as much as before and his hand isn't yearning to hold hers, but part of him still wants to, and he might even start to grasp at the fact that Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington are a ship that set sail a long time ago.
“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life two years ago.”
Nancy’s heart drops at the subtle mention of the messy breakup. She doesn't tell anyone but she regrets ending it that way, Steve was so good to her and he didn't deserve to have his heart ripped out like that. She knows she should've been sober and a conversation should've been shared, but life had other plans.
“I needed it,” Steve said. “It was life-changing, and now I'm crawling forward.”
Nancy wears a bittersweet smile on her face. She's happy for Steve, he’s moving on as he rightfully should, but now it's confirmed that it's an end of an era. Long gone are the days of Steve and Nancy and she's scared of what the future holds for them. Will they even be friends or will they both always have a soft spot for each other?
While Nancy is lost in her thoughts Steve is lost in his. He can't help but wonder if maybe he met you a little sooner, would things be different? Would he have even been friends with Tommy and carol? Would he have ever met Nancy? Hell, maybe none of this upside down shit would ever even exist. Steve knows that he wouldn't change a thing in his life besides a few handful of things but he silently hopes that somewhere in another universe he meets you sooner than later.
Steve glances at Nancy out of the corner of his eye and clears his throat. He still has so much to say to her and he's tired of holding things in only to regret not saying them. What better time to tell your ex that you still have hope you'll get back together while being partially in love with your best friend?
“Do you remember the dream I told you about?”
Nancy and Steve stopped walking and stared at each other.
“About the Winnebago? Seeing the country with my six little nuggets?”
Nancy smiles at him, a real smile. The kind that reaches her eyes and lights up even the darkest room.
“It's all true. Every last word.”
No. Nancy thinks to herself. It's not supposed to be like this, things were going so well.
“But I left one part out.”
“Stop it, Steve.”
“It's the most important part.”
“Steve, stop it,” she whispers.
“You're there.”
Nancy is at a loss for words. It's like Steve took two steps forward and one giant step back.
“You've always been there.” And it's true. When it came down to it like really came down to it, Steve knows that there's always going to be a Nancy-shaped hole in his heart. Maybe it's because of how things ended between them or maybe it's because she's genuinely the first woman Steve has ever truly loved, but he can't seem to let her go. He knows the tighter you hold onto someone the more they begin to slip away but he can't stop, and Steve is at a fork in the road cause, on one hand, he wants Nancy back. He wants to show her that he’s matured and has his head on his shoulders, on the other hand, he wants you. He needs you.
Nancy never gave Steve the love he deserved. You've always told him that and recently it's all you've been telling him. Hell, even Nancy told him herself! You've always been there for him in ways nobody else has and Steve treasures you for that, he just has a shitty way of showing it and he hates himself for that.
Nancy looks down at her feet refusing to meet Steve's eyes and she can tell from the quick change in the atmosphere that it's finally sinking into Steve's head.
Nancy Wheeler no longer wanted anything to do with Steve Harrington. She hates to say it, she really does but if she has to break his heart all over again for him to fully move on and stop self-sabotaging potential relationships, then she will.
“HEY, GUYS?”
Nancy jumped back from Steve and looked at an out-of-breathe Robin with concern on her face.
“You guys! Awesome news!” Robin panted out.
“Looks like we weren't going the wrong way after all.”
-
“I just had a crazy realization,” Eddie said from the top of the trailer. You catch the wire that Dustin throws up at you and set it aside to help him up.
“Oh really?” You grunted out. “What's that?”
“So the songs save us from vecna right?”
“That's the theory, yeah,” Dustin said while standing next to you.
Eddie puts his hands in the air and lets out a chuckle.
“Why didn't we get a list of everyone's favorite songs before we came here?”
You and Dustin stand in silence.
“I mean, sure we can't all carry a walkman, but if we hear the lyrics of our favorite song that's kinda like a get out of jail card, right?”
“Damn…” you mumbled.
“What song would save you?” Dustin asked, looking at Eddie.
Eddie held up his guitar. “I'm about to play it.”
Dustin and Eddie turn toward you silently asking. You shrug your shoulders.
“Probably head over heels. What about you dusty?”
“Never-ending story.”
You let out a groan. “I'll pay you to not sing that song again.”
“What does she mean again?”
You let out a gasp and look between Dustin and Eddie with a smile on your face.
“Don't!”
“He doesn't know?!”
“Know what?”
“Of course, he doesn't know! Why would I tell him that?!”
You let out a laugh and shake your head. “Don't worry rockstar, I'll tell you later.”
Dustin glares at you muttering under his breath while he gets everything ready for the plan. Everyone goes back to doing their own thing and Eddie stands beside you and clears his throat.
“So, head over heels?”
You hum. “That, or everybody wants to rule the world.”
“I'm guessing you're a tears for fears fan?”
“The biggest actually. They're geniuses!”
Eddie snorts and shakes his head. “I wouldn't say all that now.”
“Well, we're all entitled to our own opinions!” You threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a little shake while laughing. “Even if they're wrong.”
Eddie playfully rolls his eyes and plays with the strings of his guitar. “I heard they're having a concert a couple of towns over.”
You sigh. “Yeah, I tried getting some but it's impossible.”
Eddie smiles at your answer. “What if I told you that I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows some other guy, who knows a guy that can score some tickets?”
You laugh a genuine laugh. “I'd say you're full of shit.”
“Well, how about you find out after all of...this.” He said while gesturing to the upside down. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
Your cheeks heat up and you look down at your dirty shoes with a smile on your face.
“If I didn't know any better, I’d think you're asking me on a date.”
Eddie nervously scratches the back of his neck and shrugs his shoulders. “Figured I'd give it a shot since we could be dying.”
“Seriously?” Dustin scoffed. “We're in the middle of saving the world and you're asking y/n on a date?! Do you not have your priorities?!“
“I'll bring you back a shirt.”
Dustin stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.
“Have fun on your date you two. I expect her home by 9.”
“The concert starts at 8.” Eddie chuckled out.
“Did I say nine? I meant tomorrow. Actually, you can just keep her.”
Eddie glances at you and lets out a small cough. “So what do you say? Friday at 8?”
You bite your lip, part of you wants to go with Eddie. Hell, he's made this whole thing feel normal so far, but what about Steve? You're pretty positive nothing is going to happen there, especially now that he's with Nancy. You don't want to use Eddie as some kind of rebound, that's the last thing you want. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have some kind of feelings for the infamous dungeon lord. He was funny, never afraid to say what was on his mind, and he was so nice to look at.
“Yeah, Friday at eight.”
Your attention is quickly taken away from each other when you hear Dustin talking into the Walkie.
“Copy that. Initiating phase three.”
Dustin looked at the two of you and nodded his head. You grabbed your bat ready to hit the bats that would soon be coming toward you and Dustin grabs the outlet that was resting on the trailer and plugs it in.
“Let's hope they hear this.” You mumble under your breath.
Dustin turns one of the knobs on the amp and nods his head toward Eddie giving him the go. Eddie takes a shaky breath and pulls off the guitar pick necklace that he always wears.
“Chrissy, this is for you.”
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After 10 minutes of waiting his van halted in front of you.
Eddie had his arm resting out his window, as he calls over to you "hey, doin alright doll?"
God. Doll. He can't make this any harder for me can he?
"yeah, yeah I'm doing alright. Just.. needed a ride back," you say, climbing into his shotgun.
The beginning of your commute back was jarringly quiet. Or, loud, rather. Everything else was loud. The sound of his wheels whirring on the asphalt, the sound the seats made when you shifted, Even the tapping of his fingers on the steering wheel.
"y'know, you've been real quiet lately Y/N."
He breaks the silence, yet you grit your teeth at his comment.
"yeah?" You reply, with slightly more distain then you'd meant.
"yeah.. whatever's bothering you, you can always tell me."
He looks over to you for a second before he continues driving.
No. No I can't. I haven't told you for three years and I won't tell you now, and I especially won't because it's Chrissy.
You acknowledge him by nodding, adding to the already stark and stifling quiet.
He parks in your houses driveway, opening the door for you.
"hey uh. Can you ask Chrissy if she maybe wants to hang out with us tomorrow? I mean we just learned she smokes so you know, thought we could add her to our usua-"
"why don't you just ask her yourself?" You scoff, walking up to your front door and fumbling with your keys.
Since you like her so much, you add under your breath.
"yeah I.. guess I should, right?" He laughs nervously, trying to keep the air light.
You don't respond.
".... Well, I'll see ya tomorrow sweetheart, alright? Bright n' early as per usual" he smiles slightly, before swiftly getting into his van and driving off.
Asshole.
The next morning, you see Eddie's van parked outside of your house as he honks his horn, calling out to your window.
"y/n!! M'here to pick you up little lady!"
You have a raging headache, and his honking isn't making it better. You feel awful about how coldly you treated everyone yesterday, it wasn't either of their faults you liked Eddie.
You had thought that after three years, it would at least have faded, but no. And that was your own pathetic problem, not theirs. So as you shoved your feet into your shoes and pulled your sweater over your head, you walked out your front door with a smile.
"I'm coming!" You Hollar, seeing at Eddie who was checking an invisible watch on his wrist.
Youre about to hop in shotgun like you usually do, but stop in your tracks.
"oh, sorry y/n! Ed's said I could ride on the passenger side this morning. I hope that's alright with you?" She blinks, batting her eye lashes. With anyone else, that'd sound sarcastic. Somehow it makes it worse that Chrissy doesn't know how she's making you feel.
"not at all!"
And you hop in the backseat.
The entire ride Chrissy and Eddie talk, laughing at eachothers stupid jokes, gasping at eachothers stupid stories. You don't say a word the entire ride.
Eddie holds your door open, "m'lady,"
You smile through clenched teeth, not able to muster up a laugh.
In class, all you could think about was Eddie. You bowed your head on your desk, sulking.
Goddammit.
Why couldn't I get past this stupid crush?
It'd be different if you had told him, or if you were dating. But you weren't, and to the best of your knowledge he had no idea you liked him.
And if that wasn't enough, it felt like Eddie was slowly moving away from you.
And closer to Chris.
You felt betrayed by the both of them, though they didn't actually do anything to actually offend you. It was silly. All of this was.
Now at Eddie's trailer you all sat in a circle as Eddie rolled.
You didn't really mind Chrissy coming, you did love having her around. It really was just the implications, and how much you didn't like them together.
After a little while, the paper was more than half through, and you were all laughing and coughing together.
"y'know what Ed's? I'm gonna grab a drink. I'm raidin your fridge." You say, speach slower than usual.
"I'm not sure that's too good of an idea, princess, you're mixin' stuff and you got school t'morrow" he says, a hand reaching your shoulder to narrowly stop you from reaching his refrigerator.
You scoff, and grab a Redhook,
And another
And another one.
The blunt was basically just a stump at this point. You were arguably sober, but the argument would have no basis, and would be objectively wrong. You were drunk, and high, and not thinking straight.
Chrissy got up, smoothing out her skirt.
"hey guys, m'gonna go use the ladies room, okay?"
Eddie nods and you raise you hand to wave bye to her, all lazy like. Like you were a muppet being controlled by some puppeteer who really hates his job.
"m'gladdd she's gone," you slur, words coming out of your mouth with zero stops.
Huh? Eddie says, tilting his head.
"So.. so I can get you alllllll t'myyy self!"
Eddie chuckles, thinking it was just drunk, stupid words. People say stupid things when they're intoxicated, and you had a history of just letting your thoughts flow.
"you two have been avoiding me for soooo long..m'startin to think you hate me Ed's," you sniffle, slouching into his shoulder.
"I don't hate you, m'sorry ya feel that way."
"yyyeah. I'm glad you don't hate me, because I loveee youuu," you whine, teary eyed.
He laughs, patting your head but you suddenly snap up, offended.
"not like the way you're thinkin'!! M' in love with you." You blurt.
Eddie tries to respond, shocked, but you interrupt.
"and I'm tired of pretendin' that you aren't ignorin' me to go suck Chris's face off, you two love eachother sooooo much, but you didn't even like Chrissy until I introduced you guys!! " You get up, stumbling and almost tripping on your own feet.
"hold on, are you serious y/n? Do you think me and Chris are sucking faces and that I just suddenly don't like you or something??" He says, raising his voice and standing up in front of you. He completely eclipses you, but you daringly raise a finger at him.
"yea, and I hope Chrissy finally screws you so you can get rid a' her as easilly as you're getting rid of me-"
Chrissy opens the door.
"e-everything alright in here?"
A/N sorry if this one's a tad long guys! Got carried away at four am. I hope you guys enjoyed this one :)
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