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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 3 years

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"You're All Wet"

Sam "Ace" Rothstein x Reader

Um, I made the decision to call him Ace in this fic, not entirely sure why! Reader and Ace knew each other before he went to Las Vegas and Reader stops in to visit, enjoy!!!

TW: implied smut, cheating, mentions of gang activity

Word Count: 1.7k

Just like any other night at The Tangiers, Ace Rothstein stalks the casino floor, like a predator waiting to pounce at the sight of a cheater in his beloved establishment. As his eyes scan the crowd, carefully watching everyone's body language for anything odd, there's a hitch when he swears he sees someone familiar. His eyes quickly double back and they land on you. In that moment, he feels like he's travelled back to the past and in another world simultaneously.

"(Y/N)?" he blinks in disbelief, "(Y/N), is that you?" He hasn't seen you in years! That face is all too familiar to him, but that body? Well... Let's just say you've grown up a bit.

"I gotta say, you're not looking so sharp right now, Ace, not with that dumbfounded look on your face," you giggle, holding your arms out for a hug, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"

He holds you tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back and getting a better look at your face, "God... I feel like I have! Fuck, where are my manners, how have you been, darlin'?"

As you catch up, wandering away from the pits to somewhere more private, Ace finds his mind wandering back to old times in the Midwest, to when he knew you best. You're Remo Gaggi's only niece; you grew up with nothing but guys around you, guys who are all involved in the family business, so it only made sense that you were so interested in it too. But it was different with you, Gaggi wanted you to wait until you were an adult before getting into anything, so by the time you were allowed to know anything, you took it seriously because you knew you had something to prove being the only girl in the business.

Ace always admired how you came out swinging the minute you turned 18, ready to prove all your cousins and uncles wrong about you. But he really didn't get to see too much of it, before him and Nicky got sent to Las Vegas.

He even remembers their going away party, everyone getting together one last time before moving to the desert to make the bosses more cash than they could dream of. He remembers how you started to tear-up telling him goodbye, but you had a lot of pride and didn't want any of the guys to see you cry. However, you did cry when you finally got a moment alone with him, and Ace wiped your tears, promising you'd see each other again. And now, here you are in, halfway across the country, making sure that promise is kept.

"Where are ya stayin' tonight, doll?"

"Oh, just at some plaza hotel or something," you shrug.

"By yourself?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, I'm grown now, ya know!"

"Oh no, no, that won't do. A girl like you shouldn't stay by herself in a city like this," he takes your hand across the table your both seated at, "Come stay with me."

"Ace, I don't wanna be a burden..."

"You're not a burden. I'm so happy to see you, it'd be an honor to have you in my home." His grip on your hand tightens reassuringly.

"You sure your wife will be okay with it?" It was the only defense you have left.

"My wife, eh?" He looks left then right slyly, "You know who pays for the place, right? I'll have a guest over if I like."

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The next few days felt like old times but in a whole new place, a much richer and more luxurious place. Your first morning at Sam's house, you woke up early from jet lag, so you took the liberty of making breakfast for everyone. To which you were met with a "You didnt have to do that," when Ace caught you, but it was followed up by him hugging you from behind and laying his head on you, practically sleeping while standing up.

Of course, you hung out with Nicky too! They showed you all around their new stomping grounds out west. However, you can tell that Ace is making an effort to get alone time with you; you'd always had a special bond back home. Hell, you cried over the man when he left! You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss that closeness.

One night, as you're having a relaxing bubble bath in Ace's luxurious guest bathroom, you ponder on how much longer you should stay in Vegas. You bought a one way ticket because you weren't sure how things would go and you didn't want to be stuck here if things got hairy, but now... You feel like you want to stay for a while, but you don't want to take advantage of your friend's kindness either.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorknob wiggling before Ace lets himself in. "What? So you just walk in on girls in the bathroom now? I guess with all these Vegas dancers throwin' themselves at you, you must think you're hot shit or something."

"Oh, hush," he cracks a smile, strolling across the tiled floor before sitting down on the toilet lid.

As he sits back and looks you over, your head and bare shoulders being the only thing exposed, you taunt, "Like the view?"

He lightly snorts and shakes his head at you, "You look good, but I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wife gets home. God knows when that'll be." He rolls his eyes at the thought of his wife.

"You don't think it'll look suspicious, uh, hanging out with me while I'm in the bath?"

His eyes wander as if he's deep in thought, then he shrugs and returns his attention to you. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing too crazy. You and Nicky have had me so busy that I just went out for a mani-pedi," you relax back against the wall of the tub.

"Ooh, let me see," he says, leaning forward towards you. You slide a hand and a foot out from under the mountain of bubbles and hook them on the edge of the tub.

He inspects them before taking his hand in yours and holding it closer to him, "Very pretty, I like the color," he says quietly, then he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Thank you," you giggle at him.

He returns your chuckle and places a few more kisses to the back of your hand and wrist.

"Ace, what are you doing?!" You squeal!

He simply let's out a hum and continues kissing up your arm, his kisses slowly turning from funny to passionate as he passes your elbow. Ace scoots away from his seat on the toilet and kneels beside your bath, lips never leaving your arm.

You feel that fire creeping up in your belly as he rounds your shoulder, lips and tongue working the soft skin of your clavicle. Your other hand rises up out of the bath water, and you cup the back of the man's head.

Feeling a bit of hesitation, Ace slowly moves his lips towards your neck, receiving a small but pleased exhale from you. As your eyes flutter closed, you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive skin. He suckles and nibbles there for what feels like eternity but also only a second, eliciting a series of breathy moans from your lips.

After placing a few kisses to the spot, he pulls away from you slightly, just enough to see your face. You stare at each other in a haze, familiar eyes locked onto yours, and his better judgement leaves him as he graces his lips across yours. Your lips dance with one another's, eyelashes brushing the other's face, in such a soft gentle moment, before he claims your mouth with his. Your emotions are on high from the passionate kiss, until you remember this isn't old times and this man before you is no longer yours to take.

Your lips part from his, "Sam..." It's just above a whisper.

The use of his first name makes the severity of the situation hang in the air like wind chimes waiting for a breeze, the sound of silence deafening to your ear drums. You'd only ever called him that once before, also in a serious moment: a moment when your confession of your feelings for him hung on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want him to carry that weight to Vegas with him.

His eyes glance over your visage, that beautiful face filled with worry. You should never feel anything but happiness, Ace thinks to himself. The rough pad of his thumb gently strokes your cheek, while the rest of his fingers nestle just behind your ear. Your eyes are cast down, trying not to look at him, so you don't see it coming when he leans forward and kisses you again.

Your lips move together once again, and your hands find his shoulders, gripping onto him as if he might slip away. You sit up on your knees in the bathtub, and immediately Ace's arms are around your waist, pulling your soaking wet body close to his. His hands tangle in your damp locks, and he fumbles around before throwing a leg over the wall of the bath tub and sliding into the water with you. He settles down onto his knees and pulls you across his lap, never breaking your kiss.

Your fingertips comb through his hair, as your making out slows to a halt. Gently cupping his cheek, you take a look at him, "You're all wet," you state quietly.

Slowly, this elicits laughter from both of you. You both stay like that for a moment before he takes you in his arms and lifts you from your bath, carefully stepping out and leaving a hefty trail of water leading right to the guest bedroom where you've been staying.

That night as he makes love to you with his clothes piled in a wet heap on the floor all around the bed, the only thing on his mind is you. He's waited what feels like a lifetime to have you, so nothing would keep him from you, not even the sound of his wife coming home somewhere between rounds 3 and 4.

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margarethelstone-2 · 3 years

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if I loved you less (i might talk about it more)

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"Taichi... You still like me, don't you?"

The young man in question raised his eyes from the book he'd been trying to read for the past quarter, and fixed them on Chihaya, confused. It wasn't just the question that surprised him, even though its content sure would have been enough to puzzle a better prepared soul.

The fact that Chihaya had barely spoken at all for most of their time together today was the main reason why he felt startled by her words now.

She really had been quiet for most of the day, even though they were spending it at his place, determined, as she herself had claimed, not to get in the way of his studies. Taichi had tried to make her realise that it wasn't what he wanted at all, that the very reason he'd invited her over was to get a break from all the reading and just relax a little. He'd explained over and over again that he needed her to be a distraction; tried – unsuccessfully – to get it into her head that she was actually doing him a favour. He knew how much of a workaholic he could be and so he specifically planned the visit as a means to enforce the necessary break he might not have taken otherwise.

He had told her all of that. And yet, she'd remained quiet.

All the way until now, that is.

And just what on earth was she going on about?

"What's with that question? You know the answer to that," he replied casually, almost dismissively, before going back to the textbook in his hand. He really had no idea what had gotten into her all of the sudden, but then again, he didn't care to delve on the subject. He knew she'd tell him anyway.

"I was just wondering," she answered, a trace of hurt ringing in her voice; Taichi needed to hold back the smile that sprang on his lips at the sight of her pout. "Is it so bad if I do?"

Taichi hummed in thought.

"Is that why you've been so quiet all day?" he asked right after. "You've been just busy considering my possible affection for you?"

"Stop with the mockery. I'm thinking of it seriously."

"Oh? And what conclusions did you come to?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I'd come to any."

He had no choice but to close the book and put it away after a statement he'd just heard. Not that he minded. Throwing it on the floor rather carelessly, he sat up straight in his corner of the couch and, resting his chin on his palm, he fixed his gaze on the girl seated by his desk on the other side of the room.

She really was being impossible today.

Well, he supposed that wasn't anything new. He'd known Chihaya long and well enough to not be fazed by the swings in her mood or the inane schemes she so often came up with. He had learnt to expect the unexpected, every day, every hour of his otherwise boring life, because that was obviously the only way to keep up with her. The one thing he had to keep doing if he still wanted to be a part of her life.

Because that was how Ayase Chihaya was.

Chihaya. His best friend. His fiercest karuta rival. The girl he'd been in love with since fourth grade of primary school and the girl who'd rejected him straightforwardly at the very beginning of their third year in Mizusawa High. The girl whom he'd thought he could never win over, on whom he'd given up again and again, fooling himself he could move on and blight the love he'd had for her since he'd been a ten year old squirt.

He sighed and shook his head, remembering her question from a moment before.

She knew damn well he was still head over heels for her.

She was his girlfriend, for sanity's sake.

"I can't believe you actually have asked, you know," he picked up with the same fake weariness he'd shown before, if only to cover his growing amusement. Seeing her very real anxiety made him assume a more solemn expression, as he asked, "Seriously, what brought this on? Are you mad about something?"

"I'm not mad," she disagreed instantly, and with good emphasis.

"Are you unhappy then? Did I do something to make you feel like that?"

Again, she denied. Now she just looked sad. "That's not it."

Wrong. She was flustered.

"Then what is it?" Taichi asked, as gently and warmly as he could. Not for the first time, he felt grateful for all the hard training his patience had received. It was obvious that Chihaya needed that from him now. "It's not like I could get over you like this, you of all people should be aware of that. You're the most important person in my life. The best companion I could think of. You know I get lonely and grumpy when I can't see you, and you know I still get absurdly jealous, even though I hate being so. And so I can't help but think there's something else I'm not doing right."

Taichi stopped there, waiting for her to, if not answer his question, then to contradict him in one way or another, at least. After all, he really was at a loss.

He thought he'd been doing a fairly good job as a boyfriend, when all was said and done. He'd already shared Chihaya's most important interest and it wasn't difficult to at least understand the new ones she'd found. He made sure to be there for her when she needed him, and tried his best to give her space when she needed that more. True, he'd had some trouble coming for help on his part, but even that was a thing of a past rather than present – certainly not something that could shock Chihaya into thinking like this.

He would think that the all-day-long date he'd come up with and seen through in celebration of their first anniversary as a couple last week was a good show of how much he still cared.

He wasn't perfect. Neither was she. But never in his life would he have thought that he'd failed to get his feelings across.

"Chihaya," he prompted once more, his voice audibly quieter. "Please tell me what it is. I can't fix it if I don't know what's broken."

She looked up from the floor she'd been glaring at for a while and met his gaze, a shadow of unease still clouding her big brown eyes. She opened her mouth to answer; she closed it instantly and looked away again, abashed. There was a hint of pink on her cheeks, and it only grew darker as the time passed, though whether it was because of embarrassment or something more alarming, Taichi couldn't tell yet.

"Chihaya–"

"It's because you never say it."

He supposed his eyes opened wider than ever, what's with the utter astonishment he felt growing inside him immediately. For a few moments, he could do nothing but stare, the craziness of the situation overwhelming enough to successfully prevent him from forming a sensible thought, and much less coming up with any kind of solution. One look at Chihaya was enough to sober him up, however.

She was distressed. She was insecure.

No matter how stupid he thought the reason to be, he could hardly allow the situation to last.

With a groan that was bound to startle her, he bent over and buried his face in his hands.

Only one thing he could do now.

"Come here," he said, his face still hidden behind one hand as he tore the other one away and beckoned her towards him. "No excuses. You'll talk later. Now just come here, please."

She did, albeit tentatively, as if afraid of the reaction he might show her. With his patience starting to run thin at last, Taichi didn't wait for her to cover the whole distance, instead reaching out and grabbing her by the wrist, only to pull her down on the couch right next to him.

And then he pulled her even closer, locking her in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm gonna do something to you," he mumbled into her hair, his voice a mixture of laughter and complaint. "You cruel, cruel, woman. Have you no heart? Here I am, mind reeling as I try to figure out what the hell I did wrong again and you say it's because I don't say I like you enough. As if you didn't already know you've got a firmer hold of my heart than I ever did. Tell me, am I really this bad at showing you that I care that you doubt it?"

It was Chihaya's turn to growl at him, though it surely – and fortunately – didn't stop her from burying her face even deeper into his chest and digging her fingers into the shirt on his back. Again, Taichi laughed at the display, but didn't loosen his grip one bit.

That silly, unbelievable, most beloved girl.

"This and that are different things," she muttered finally in response against his buttons, her stubborn indignation probably being the only reason why he could discern the words at all. "There are different kinds of love languages. We even talked about it, you know."

"Yes. And as far as I remember, we've already established that neither of us cared for this one. So your argument doesn't work."

Well, this was a lie, or at least, it wasn’t fully true. After all, he could never get tired of hearing her say those words, to him and him only. But he didn't need it that much, not when he already knew of so many other ways in which Chihaya expressed her love towards him. He'd always assumed it was the same for her, too.

Funnily enough, he still didn't think he was mistaken.

"I've had feelings for you for the past fourteen years, you dummy, I wouldn't change my mind just because you decided to return them," he threw in only half-jokingly, as if to make sure he got his point across before moving onto the next part. "So? Care to tell me what's the source of it all?"

He felt her tense against him for a split second, only to relax in the next moment with a long, weary sigh. He waited for her to make herself comfortable in his arms, shifting ever so slightly to make it easier for them both. And then he heard her speak.

"I met up with Kana-chan the other day," she admitted weakly. "Her and Desktomu. And I guess... They're always so sweet with one another, now more than ever. I suppose... It made me feel a little jealous. But most of all, it just made me think."

"And you decided that I'd fallen out of love with you, because I don't talk like Komano does?"

"I didn't decide anything, I told you already. I just wondered if maybe I was doing something wrong to deserve that treatment. Sorry for being so terribly scared of losing you again because of my own foolishness."

Words caught in his throat as Taichi tried to protest against this new development. That last addition Chihaya had made – and more importantly, the wounded, truly uncertain voice with which she'd spoken – would have been enough to melt his heart even if he had actually been angry with her. Right now, he had to hold back from grabbing her by the chin and kissing her senseless until all the idiotic ideas evaporated from her overworked mind.

The things she did to him without as much as trying.

You evil little imp.

"They're newly-weds. You can't use them for reference," he managed to stutter out at least, conveniently ignoring the hoarseness of his own voice and the emotion that hovered behind it. "Not to mention, those two are the opposite of us when it comes to talking about feelings openly. There's a reason they got together six years before we did. Just because something works for them doesn't mean it's the best course for us to take as well."

He smiled again and planted a kiss at the top of her hair, before adding, "I still can't believe you really doubted me, though."

She huffed and pulled away, although she still didn't move from her place on the couch. They were still close; close enough for Taichi to see the light reflecting in her eyes and the blush that hadn't left her cheeks, and to reach out and comb her tangled hair with his fingers. Another gesture so full of love, even though it was but a fraction of all that she made him feel.

"Well, since I never understood what had made you fall in love with me in the first place, it's only natural that I'd have this kind of doubts."

He chuckled and she smiled on her part, her obstinacy giving it to the desire to just be with him. It was another thing Taichi was able to read in her eyes – and, knowing the feeling well enough from his own experience, he had no trouble deciphering it.

Delayed, the first part of her sentence entered his brain.

What made me fall for you, I wonder?

He didn't know. It had been so long since he’d realised his feelings after all, and longer still since those feelings had been born. Even all those years earlier, he probably wouldn’t have been able to point out the reasons clearly, never mind finding the one spark that had started it – trying to do so now seemed downright impossible.

There were so many reasons, after all.

Maybe it was because she had never considered herself a possible love interest for anyone, first when she was too engrossed in karuta and later, when she thought she didn't deserve to be one. Maybe it was her hot-headedness and her drive, and how different she'd always been from him, and yet never failed to tell him how much she'd admired and envied those qualities of his that she lacked.

Maybe it was the fact that she'd always been with him, so close and so dear and yet so impossible to grasp.

Maybe it was because she'd loved him long before either of them dared believe that was the case.

Maybe...

"Maybe," he said out loud, though in fact not loud at all, his lips moving against her forehead as he leaned in to put a kiss there, too. "Maybe, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

Edging away, Taichi saw tears gathering in her eyes. He wiped them away with his thumb, his hand cupping the side of her jaw fittingly.

And then he kissed her properly.

Just like he had wanted to ever since he'd first seen her that day.

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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The Greatest Show

Summary: Come on, get into it.

Author's note: I haven’t been inspired to write for this fandom in a while because honestly the writers are doing amazing, everything I think of is pure filth because I am eagerly awaiting their next kiss. But episode 17 broke my brain with their squash the rumor scene, the growling and grunting that So-Bong was so unaffected by. These two need a tent, desperately. Enjoy my royal pervs, here is my offering.

p.s. picture borrowed from @tomorrowsdrama- thank you for the screenshots of this amazing moment!

He's doing what he must to survive, that's all. End of sentence. He takes no pleasure in slamming the King into the closest surface and rubbing their body against him like a cat in heat, not in the slightest. Rumors are weeds, you have to rip them out for flowers and crops to flourish. That's all they're doing, weeding the garden of Joseon so it can flourish for their future child.

That's what he tells himself as they cross paths in the royal hall, the King is flagged by the entire royal court animatedly discussing something of seemingly vast importance if their volume suggests anything. As he takes a step forward, Court Lady Choi seizes their hand halting them in place.

"Your highness you just not approach the King when he is with the Royal court. It is not proper. We just simply bow as they walk by."

But he doesn't care about propriety or appearing decent and well-behaved in front of these corrupt old bags, they are simply larger weeds that need to be disposed of. Smirking at their potential outrage, he grins evilly letting that fuel him even more before pulling up their dress to run over to their Cheoljongie. He looks bored out of his mind so it can also be considered a good deed, he's such a giving wife.

"My King!" Her voice rings out as he calls to his husband, who immediately looks over at them warmth filling those expressive eyes. Without hesitation the King bounds over to them happily, his movement only slightly faster than his usual glide ever the diligent King.

"My Queen, I have missed you."

The members of the backstabbing clan look disgruntled at the King's sudden departure, grumbling and pointing at them as if they have committed the highest crime.

If they think this is inappropriate then they're in for a huge surprise.

Looking down demurely, he thinks of his younger days when he was a junior understudy for the school play his acting prowess would come in handy now.

"Not as much as I have missed you, my love." He whispers the word of affection, reaching up to caress the King's cheeks softly making sure to appear infatuated. He has to force that after all because he doesn't do that naturally, despite what the royal maids claim. They are just confused, So-yong has a soft face that appears adoring at time despite his true emotions.

With a soft whimper he throws himself into the King's arm, feeling those strong arms encircle her small waist, lightning zips through their veins but he ignores her bodily reaction.

We're just acting, take the memo! He internally berates the other inhabitant of this hormonally charged body.

But when Cheoljong strokes their neck and easily lifts them off their feet, he gasps loudly clinging to him harder for balance and because her knees suddenly feel weak.

"Your majesty, we do not have time for such....improper dalliance. You must not do this in such a public venue." One of the old farts stage whispers sounding positively scandalized and it revs him up even further. As he feels the King starting to retreat he jumps forward, wrapping their body around the King's like a limpet.

Cheoljong's eyes sparks to life the new position placing them eye to eye, panting softly onto each other. The air between them is charged and thick like a bowl of porridge.

"Your highness, I agree you mustn't do this." Court lady Choi pleads with her, averting her eyes away from the tangled couple.

He looks over Cheoljong's wide shoulders to see the Royal court affronted and wide eyed and Court Lady Choi with a similar expression, Hong Yeon is trying desperately to smother her smile as she averts her eyes. Sending her a secret wink, he pulls the King's head forward staring hungrily at his lips.

"I cannot resist, seeing him awakens such deep passion inside of me. Just one?"

He looks at her dazed, as if he's forgotten everyone surrounding them.

"Just...one?" He questions, confusion morphing into sudden realization as he watches them slide their tongue across plush lips.

"Oh."

Ignoring the cacophony of voices around them, he closes the miniscule space between them puckering up and kissing the soft skin of the King's cheek. Cheoljong tries blindly to catch her lips when they retract but he places a slim finger on his pursed lips.

Shaking their head lightly, he starts to slide down the King's hard body feeling the tight muscles even through the layers of fabric.

"We must save the rest for later, my heart. Come and visit us soon." He rubs at his stomach fondly, staring up into Cheoljong’s red face, he looks good enough to eat.

Wait what. Who thought that? No, it's the baby talking I'm just hungry, that's enough of a show.

Bowing deeply at the men, he steps around the King who is still frozen in his spot. Gathering himself he turns to the royal court with an innocent smile, "I apologize, I could not control myself. I will take a long walk to reflect on my behavior."

They collectively stare at her with gaped mouths as she walks off regally, shoulders straight as if nothing happened. After a few steps he turns around, calling over their shoulder, "Don't keep me waiting!" And then to add the proverbial cherry on top, he curls their finger before letting out a roar to which everyone jumps looking bewildered, except the King whose eyes could pierce a hole through their face.

He looks like a starved man. Maybe they should make him some more ramyeon?

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To say he's flustered is a bit of an understatement considered the problem in his pants. Logically he understands the Queen's actions earlier, she'd merely been doing what they had both agreed to feigning affection to dissolve those erroneous rumors that were circulating the kingdom. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this immensely.

His Queen was an enigma he had even up on fully understanding, instead choosing to accept her and all that came with her. And her feelings for him were part of his confusion, she seemed to fluctuate between her emotions without rhyme or reason. He never knew which version of her he would be receiving at any given moment. So having her acting the way he'd only imagined in his dreams was both satisfying and unsettling.

It would be most difficult to go back to their normal, he wanted her in his arms always. Desperately yearned for intimacy that didn't dissipate when the sun peeked over the horizon.

Pushing his work to the side of the table he sighs leaning back into his seat thinking about his Queen.

"Why must she be so confusing?" He groans to myself thinking about their first night together, how passionate she'd been his ears burn remembering the sharp pain of her teeth sinking it. He had bite marks in... interesting places from that heated encounter but her behavior after had been consistent only in it's in inconsistency.

Running away from him, even going as far as hiding. Then just as suddenly she stopped avoiding him and they settled into comfortable nights together. However, they hadn't been intimate since despite his many efforts, he just wanted a kiss those plush pink lips were so tempting and today they'd been so very close. He needed that kiss like he needed air, he didn't care who was around. If she had kissed him he wouldn't have controlled himself, he would have hungrily devoured.

"Your majesty it is getting late, we must leave now if you wish to see the Queen." The head eunuch interrupts his inklings, bowing low in respect.

Is he ready for this? His control feels paper thin at the moment. But he did promise and they have an image to uphold.

Gathering his strength he rises, "Alright, let us take over leave. I shouldn't keep my Queen waiting."

The walk to Daejeon Hall is short but it feels like he's traversing miles, despite his previous concerns he is now eager to see the Queen. Her face is gorgeous at all hours but there's something about her face lit with candlelight, knowing he's the only one who is allowed to see her at such hours.

Accelerating his feet, he almost races to her ignoring cries from the head eunuch in the distance. Every second not spent in her company is a second wasted.

The Queen's Court lady announces his arrival before they all bow walking backwards out of the room before sliding the doors shut.

"You took your sweet time, I told you not to keep me waiting." She glares at him, pouting slightly bringing all his attention to her mouth.

"I apologize my Queen there were pressing matters to deal with." He lies easily no attention of clarifying his meaning, she doesn't need to know that dousing his arousal was the pressing matter at hand.

"Whatever. What's more important than me?" She scoffs looking offended turning away from him.

He lowers down into a crouch, crawling across the room until they are side by side. The Queen gasps at his unexpected closeness, staring at him with wide eyes and open lips.

Grasping at her hands he stares deeply into her gorgeous eyes solemnly with no humor in his voice, "Nothing. You are most important to me, both of you." Reverently he reaches out a hand to palm at her still small belly, impatient to see her round with his seed.

Her face slowly softens as he rubs her stomach and then she places her hand atop his, no longer resistant to these fleeting moments of intimacy.

Instinctively he starts to lean forward, laser focus on her lips as he inches closer to her. When he's close enough to breath into her mouth she snaps from her haze, moving back marginally he almost growls at her he's so frustrated, he's barely able to swallow the sound.

"What are you doing? There's no one to put on a show for."

He peers at her searching her face, her pupils are dilated and he can feel how fast she's breathing each puff landing on his face, her expression near identical to their last night together. But she's stopping him. Even though she clearly desires this too.

He thinks back to her behavior earlier too, she was brazen then comfortable climbing him in front of so many others all in the name of squashing the rumors.

She needs an excuse to do this.

He should feel offended by this epiphany but instead it brings him resolve, she clearly still hasn't fully let him into her heart but she feels something for him she's more than proven that to him. If she needs to draw a line to be with him then so be it for now, he will prove himself to her everyday.

"There are several court maids and servants outside your room, they are pretending they are not listening but they are. Sometimes your imagination can be even more powerful than reality."

She looks towards the door, eying the shadows through the thin covering before turning back to him and nodding in understanding.

"Okay. Let's give them a show."

Without warning she knocks a marble vase to the ground, the loud crash filling the room as it makes contact with the floor.

Then she moans. Loudly. A suggestive gasping moan that goes straight to his chest before zinging lower, tucking at his loins.

She pushes him when he sits silently merely staring at her, "You need to play along too. Come on, get into it."

There's it is again. That damn phrase.

Get into it.

If only she knew how into it he truly was. Grabbing at her ankle and tucking her underneath him, he slams his arms on either side of her head before groaning deeply, "My Queen, please."

Pride explodes in his chest when he sees a deep blush glide across her face. Not unaffected.

"Am I getting into it enough for you now?" He whispers darkly, itching to lower his weight and kiss that delicious look off her face.

Surprisingly she stutters out, "Ye-a-ah. You seem very into it now, nobody can see us though. We don't need to be like this." She motions between their bodies, unable to meet his gaze now. She motions between their bodies, unable to meet his gaze now. She's right but he also knows that he can't miss this chance, he has her right where he wants her and besides squirming distractedly she hasn't shown any desire for him to move away.

"Do you want me to stop?" When she doesn't immediately answer he begins to move backward giving her space but she latches onto his forearm, tight.

"Wait! Maybe we should commit even if they can't see us, it'll help us play our roles better." She reasons and he smiles, razor sharp. She wants this just as badly as he does, he's studied her long enough to read between these lines.

Swiftly he rolls them over so she's on top, pressed together from shoulders to feet her long braid swinging over and brushing against his cheek. Gently wrapping it around his hand he uses it to bring her closer, her breath hitches seductively and he whispers, "Louder. So they can hear you." Without waiting for a reply he tugs at her hair again harder this time and the sound that escapes her lips is orgasmic, a high whining moan that sets his skin on fire. Emboldened and aroused he grabs her neck, speaking into her opened mouth "Do you like that my Queen?" Her eyes are glazed over as she sways as if intoxicated by him.

"Cheoljong, kiss me."

It's too quiet for anyone's ears but his and that makes him even hotter, this wasn't part of the show. This was just for him, just for them.

Always one to seize the moment, he yanks her down to meet his eagerly waiting mouth swallowing the moan that rolls off her tongue. The kiss escalates immediately with both twisting and licking, wet sucking noises soaking the room as they bring apart to gasp for air and crash back together, chaotically and perfectly. When he feels a wondering hand graze his groin he can't resist the urge to thrust up into her touch. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer, although there is no space between them.

When he pulls back, her eyes remain close as she licks her lips as if chasing his taste on them. His cock jumps jealously.

"I want you." He admits, wanting to make it clear if his intentions are not already crystalline to her. He wants no room for misunderstandings tonight.

She stares wordlessly before reaching across his body and then he sees the oil in her hand, he hadn't noticed its presence next to them but he eagerly takes it from her.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Don't go soft on me now, bring back the guy who was pulling my hair. Do you want me to call you Daddy too?"

His breath hitches at the word, he doesn't understand why but hearing her makes something dark coil in his belly. She lifts an eyebrow at his heavy silence, "You're so kinky."

He stares confused again, nothing new to him but he stores the word away for further inspection of its meaning. "Is kin-ky bad?" He asks reaching down to lower his pants and cover himself in the thick oil coating each inch of the hard pole.

She doesn't answer right away, avidly watching him stroke himself to fullness before rubbing at the bulbous deep scarlet head, serving to make him almost painfully turned on. "No, kinky is good. I like kinky." She tugs her skirt up and his eyes bulge when instead of seeing the various layers he should see there is only bare skin.

Had he been seduced? It feels as if he has been but he doesn't care enough to question her or pause this for a second. He would happily be her fool.

Gripping at her hips he rubs against her, groaning when her wetness smears across him obscenely. She grinds down onto him meeting him head on, they are definitely on the same page now.

Unable to wait for even another second, he envelopes her in his arms before sliding into her smoothly her natural moisture and the oil easing the way until he is completely encased. She moans long and wailing as he slides to the hilt, he groans loudly joining her as she scratches roughly down his back even through the sturdy material he can feel the burn. Absently he considers gentling his moves, she is pregnant and more fragile after all. But she must read his face and be vehemently against his plan because suddenly she rises up, slipping off his hardness before slamming back down the loud smacking of skin filling the room.

"It's time for the main event. Don’t stop now.” She challenges him, squeezing around his erection.

Pushing his reservations to the side, he gets into it full heartedly thrusting hard before capturing her mouth in a harsh kiss, hissing when he feels her teeth tug roughly at his bottom lip, his lioness has returned. He teasingly roars into her mouth and she laughs around his tongue, breaking free only to latch on his neck sucking hard. He hopes it leaves a mark.

Her laughter causes her to tighten around him and he groans at her vice like grip on his cock, he can feel himself nearing the end. Recalling their first night he suddenly grabs her neck, squeezing lightly and when she whines in a broken gasp he tightens his hand and delights as she melts slowly limp in his hold, he supports her weight easily bucking into her tight heat. When he thrusts up a second time he feels her wetness gush around him before he loses himself, his climax tensing his body as he slowly falls apart.

The entire kingdom will surely be in an uproar tomorrow.

He's looking forward to it. That will teach them to spread rumors about their intimate affairs.

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In the hallway, Hong Yeon brings her hands to her hot cheeks feeling overheated from the King and Queen's boisterous gathering. Every court maid is blushing as they look discretely at the door with every moan and groan that escapes. She hopes this will qualm the rumors in the kingdom, she cannot take this for much longer. Court lady Choi had left to retrieve water after their first moans and had yet to return, she surmised if the Queen were not already with child she would have been impregnated again going by the sounds they were making. It was all too obvious to her, despite the Queen's strange behavior at times, they were desperately in love with each other. She'd never seen two people who were more crafted for the other.

Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool.

#queen cheorin #mr. queen #squash the rumor.#do it for your kingdom #no touch princess #smutty smut #they just have so much chemistry I can't resist #my offering

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londonsquitebiggg · 4 years

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THE ONE - Part One

^^^ this is the town in which my story is based^^^

Krista's Pov,

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

"mmmmhhhmmmmm" I groan rolling over to turn off the horrid sound that is my alarm.

Today was the first day back at school after a very long summer break! I'm not excited to go back to campus today but I can't wait to see Sam, we have been the best of friends since we were born.

I start my day off with my normal routine, I wake up, reluctantly got out of my warm bed and walk into my in suite bathroom. I plugged my IPhone into my Ihome port and put my music on shuffle as I hopped into the shower. After I washed my hair with my strawberries and cream shampoo and conditioner, and washed my body with my strawberry body wash (Okay so I love the scent of strawberry don't judge me!). I washed the soapy suds off my body and shut off the water. I dried myself off with my big fluffy towel.

As I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my walk in closet trying to figure out what to wear today, I peaked out of my window to see what the weather was like, it was the same as always, hot and sunny! I decided on a tealy greenish cropped tank top, some ripped skinny jeans, and some white lace toms.

After I'm dressed I walk over to my vanity and plugged in my straightener to try and tame my mess of hair. While waiting for it to heat up I did my make-up which consisted of some concealer to mask my dark circles, a bit of powder to make my face look less oily, some mascara, a little bit of blush, of course I did my eyebrows, and put on my chap stick. I'm not a huge fan of make up mainly because I honestly don't know how to do it but I also am too insecure to not where any at all so I do what I can.

Once deciding that this was as good as it was going to get I ran my straightener through my hair till it was less of a mess and more of a wavy look. I walked to my bathroom to brush my teeth, and put on perfume and deodorant so I wouldn't smell , I pinned my hair back so I was out of my face and put a hair band on my wrist in case I needed to put it up later in the day. I grabbed my phone and backpack and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

I guess it's about time that I introduced myself, my name is Krista Mayfield, I live in High Water, North Carolina, I'm currently 17 but my birthday is just three short days way. I am a Sophomore in college, I know that I'm technically "too young" but I worked my booty off and graduated high school early so it works. I still live at home with my family, we have our own house cause my Father is the Alpha of our pack.

Yes. I know what your thinking and it's true, I'm a werewolf. Well I will be you see, I'm 17 still and I haven't shifted yet so I don't have my wolf yet. That will all change soon though, just three days and I will shift and I'll be able to start looking for my mate.

"Krista get your breakfast before your father eats it all!" I heard my mom call me and walk into the kitchen, I grab some toast and a banana not feeling all that hungry and also running late to meet Sam at the school.

I kissed my mom on the cheek "Morning mom! I have to get to school early to meet Sam, I love you! Bye" I rushed as I grabbed my keys off the hook, almost out the door when my Father's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Krista, there are some new wolves that are on our territory looking for their mates, they'll be attending your school so if you see them be nice please? I don't want them to feel unwelcome, they are from a neighboring pack and their families are old friends" I nod my head in response kiss my dad on the cheek, and rush off to school.

After a thirty minute drive I pull up to school and jump out, I saw Sam and I screamed as we ran to each other we crashed into a big bear hug, (yes we are those friends).

"Oh my gosh I missed you so much!" She said and we broke the hug. "I know I don't know how I survived without you!" Man was that the truth.

We saw each other over break, of course. Spent lots of time at the beach and just hanging out in general, I mean we practically lived at each others houses! However Sam's birthday was a month and a half ago, so she had to start her training and also her family went on a vacation for like three weeks so I haven't seen her as much as usual as of late.

We were out front of the English department when the we realized the time. We walked to our first lecture of the day and picked out our seats and put our stuff down, I went over to Sam and started to talk about her trip before the teacher got there, I wanted to know everything.

During the conversation I heard the door open but was too involved in my conversation with Sam and some of our other friends that had joined upon their arrival. Sam stopped talking and focused on something behind me, she was staring wide eyed, I wanted to know what had her so distracted. I turned around and there was four cute boys, well three cute boys and one extremely hot one, he had brown hair styled in this messy, effortless pushed back style, he was wearing all black and from the looks of his arms he had A LOT of tattoos... he is SO hot! I was basically drooling at how absolutely stunning the god like man.When suddenly I remembered that my birthday is in a couple of days and I will be able to find my mate and I know for a fact that the moon goddess would never me with someone as hot as him no matter how much I have prayed for basically a mate just like him I knew he was just too far out of my league. Plus he definitely is one of the wolves looking for his mate, not to mention that he's probably a lot older then me he has to be at least 25-26, I mean age doesn't really matter when mates and werewolves are involved but I could practically feel the power radiating off of him and I didn't even have my wolf yet! there is no way that I would be paired with such a strong Alpha!

Harry's Pov,

I'm not going to go into detail about my morning mainly because its not very interesting, I got up, got dressed, and drove to the new school I'm attending while one the BloodMoon Packs territory. Alpha Mayfield told me that a lot of the wolves from his pack go to this school which I could tell by the smell but I could also smell some humans, So it's a mixed school which is common considering it's a big city and it's not just a werewolf community.

I'm Harry, I'm here in High Water to try to find my mate, I'm 26 years old so I'm starting to get concerned that I don't have one. Which would be bloody terrible if you ask me but if that's what the Moon Goddess has planned for me then I guess I don't have much of a choice, but that sure as hell isn't going to stop me from looking for her.

I grew up in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. You guessed it, I'm British. My family moved to the states when I was 16 after our Pack was attacked, my father was lost that night, my mother was lucky enough to be blessed with her second chance mate, Robin when we moved here. He was an Alpha of one of the biggest packs in America. My sister Gemma she found her mate last year, He took over Robins stop as Alpha and Gemma is now our Luna, I'm be an Alpha but I lost that opportunity from not having a mate yet. It didn't really bother me, I would be the Beta of our pack unless I don't find my mate, or unless she is to become the Luna of a pack, making me her Alpha... If she accepts me that is.

"Harry! my main man, nice of you to finally show up" one of my best mates Louis said knocking me out of my thoughts as I walked up to our group.

"Yeah, I figured if I'm here to find my mate I should get out of the house and start looking around shouldn't I?" I jokingly replied.

As he was about to say some smartass response when we noticed everyone rushing inside and we figured it was time to head to class, we didn't want to be late to class on our first day, well we didn't care about being late to class we just didn't want to miss an opportunity to find our mates. We were all just leisurely walking a when I suddenly got wind of this amazing, intoxicating, overwhelming, and addicting smell of Lavender, Cedar wood, and what I could only describe as sugar, my wolf Marcus was howling with glee, he kept chanting

"Mate, Mate, go to mate"

Over and over again, I started walking a little bit faster towards following her smell which lucky for me lead right to my first lecture I was so lost in her sweet smell, I could barely see straight. I opened the door and almost fainted at sight of my gorgeous mate. She was tall and tan, she had perfect long blond hair that was pulled back away from her face in a natural wavy style, She had the most stunning face that I had ever seen, she had very little make-up on which worked because she didn't need any she was so gorgeous, she was wearing very skinny ripped jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a green crop top that showed her skin which made me mad because I didn't want anyone else seeing what was mine!

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth when I caught her checking me out, wondering if she was think about me in the same manner that I was thinking about her. Shit, it's taking every ounce of self control I have to not rush at her and claim her right here right now!

But just the she realized something and turned around, which made Marcus whimper because that means she didn't recognize me as her mate, or she did and didn't want me. I couldn't help the longing to walk up to her and say hello, to tell her how beautiful she was, how much I wanted her, how much I loved her eyes. So that is exactly what I did. I walked my way over to her and tapped on her shoulder.

"Hey, my names Harry, It's nice to meet you." I introduced myself to her once she turned around.

"Hi, I'm Krista, I don't mean to sound rude so if it comes across that way I'm sorry. But why are you talking to me? I mean your so hot and so much older then me...I.. uhhh.. umm I mean your like older and you don't want to embarrass yourself on the first day here talking to the awkward nerd when you could get in with the top of the food chain so easily with your looks.. I mean age... I mean I'm, I'm going to shut up now " My little mate was rambling with nerves, making me chuckle at how adorable she looked all flustered, not to mention that she called me hot, but I didn't like the fact that she thought that she was embarrassing, a nerd, or saying that I was so old, Kind of hurt the ego a bit... I guess her hot comment could make up for that.

"What are you talking about? I'm only twenty-six??". I asked her confused.

"Yeah and I'm only sevente.." before she could finish her friend cut her off.

"Oh come on Krista you know your turning eighteen in like three days." my cute little mate was blushing at the reveal of her birthday being so close, especially it being such an important one.

It all made so much sense to me now, she wasn't rejecting me, she didn't recognize me as her mate because she hasn't shifted or got her wolf yet. Without her wolf senses she wouldn't be able to identify my smell, or feel our mate pull as intense, she would still feel it but she wouldn't be able to understand why she is feeling things towards me.

"Oh well, don't worry I just wanted to introduce myself to such a gorgeous girl as yourself, I'll see you around love" as I was walking away I winked at her and she blushed, bloody hell she looks so innocent when she blushes. It makes me want to do very unholy things to her! Which is okay because I am her mate but if anyone else was thinking these things about it I would rip their throat out.

I turn my head back as I walk back to the guys, because and can't stand not looking at her for longer than three seconds and I see her looking at me a bit flustered, her breathing is labored and her cheeks are tinted the most beautiful shade of pink. It's good to know that my words had there intended effect on her, 1 point Harry.

Krista's Pov

I can't believe that he just freakin' talked to me!!! Like the hottest guy that I have ever seen in my life just came and talked to me, he literally just called me love! Let's not forget he called me gorgeous!! I think something is wrong with his eyes I mean has he seen me? I mean don't get me wrong I know I'm not ugly, I just don't think that I am pretty enough for the literal hottest guy to say I'm gorgeous!!!

Also how sweet is he to talk to me and not even care about my nerdy status! I mean the wolves here wouldn't dare disrespect me like that but the other students here find every excuse they can to pick on my age and my grades.. which doesn't make sense to me? like you come to college because you want to learn stuff so you can get a good job.. why would you want to have bad grades????

"what the heck just happened???" Sam said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I have no stinkin' idea! like did you see that man? like holy smokes he is good looking" I said fanning myself trying to cool down, feeling like the temperature has risen like 20 degrees in here since him and his friends walked in.

"And let's not forget that incredibly sexy British accent!!" One of my best friends Ashlyn said. No matter how much I agree with that statement, it was makes me feel super annoyed that she just called him sexy, why am I feeling this way? Normally I would be blushing at her use of the word "sexy" but no I'm fuming with anger at the thought of someone else finding him attractive!

"Get a grip woman! You have no claim over him!" my subconscious screams at me. As much as this irritates me I know she is right. He isn't my mate and I don't have any sort of claim on him... he isn't mine.

"Do you think he is one of the wolves that's here looking for his mate?" Ashlyn questioned.

"I would assume so. I've never seen any of them before, heck I didn't even know we had wolves coming on our territory until my dad said something this morning. Why do you ask?" Was my reply to her, irritated that she was intrigued with him.

" Well I'm just wondering why he came over and was talking to you of all people".....OUCH! that was kind of harsh. I mean I'm as surprised as anyone that he was talking to me. I know that I'm not the prettiest girl around but I wouldn't expect one of my best friends to be so shocked that I could actually attract male attention.

As if sensing what I was thinking, probably because I wear my feelings on my face, she jumped into action to dig herself out of this hole.

"I didn't mean it in the way that you are thinking!! I just meant that his whole purpose here in High Water is to find his mate, so by him coming and talking to the most literally prettiest girl in school, I assume that means that he hasn't found his mate yet which means that talking to you could come across as him being a guy who doesn't put his mate first and flirts with other girls before he finds her... or he found her and he's a huge player..." Ashlyn nervously rambled, making some really good points.

" I don't know Ash, maybe we should consider the fact that maybe Krista is his mate??" Sam cut in. Both mine and Ash's heads snapped towards her staring in shock and confusion.

"I mean, she doesn't have her wolf yet so she wouldn't have been able to sense if she was. But he doesn't come off as the kind of guy to cheat on his mate, and he's twenty-six. Don't you think he is a little too old and mature to be flirting with girls that aren't his mate?" She said trying to explain her logic.

" I mean, yeah but like me? And him? I mean that's funny Sam I don't think the Moon Goddess would do him that disservice. I mean he is way out of my league! We aren't even playing the same game that's how far out of my league he is." Was my response to her outrageous theory.

"oh don't start this crap again! Krista you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world! As much as you don't believe it, Sam's right. I mean his whole purpose of coming her is to find her, why would he jeopardize that by making her insecure and jealous of you?" Said Ash, They hate it when I talk bad about myself.

"And don't bring the Moon Goddess into this! You know just as much of the rest of us that, looks, age , and status have nothing to do with who she pairs you with! All that matters is that your mate is your other half. They complete you! Heck, your probably the best mate that guy could get!" Sam said being the best friend ever and boosting my confidence up a little.

I looked over my shoulder behind me at him, my mind jumbled with the possibilities of me and him being mates. As if sensing me staring his head turned at that exact moment. Gorgeous green eyes locked with mine, a stupidly attractive smirk on his face. It was that moment when Professor O'Neil walked in telling us to find our seats so we could start. It was like he knew how he was affecting me, my breathing labored, my cheeks flushed, and my heart pounding.

I couldn't tare my eyes away, he chuckled as he winked at me and faced the front to pay attention to what our Professor was saying. I rushed to my seat, trying to calm myself down and control my breathing. Trying to pay attention to my English lecture, but was struggling because my mind kept floating back to what Sam said.. could I really be his mate? Maybe.. but if I truly was, why didn't he say anything?

#one direction fanfiction #harry styles imagine #one direction #watermelon sugar #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles #werewolves

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simpcircus · 4 years

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Broken Promises

Warning(s): Angst, character’s death, squint for fluff Word count: 4.8k A/N: First JJBA content let’s goooo ♡ ♡ I hope it’s decent and feedbacks are appreciated!

Drops of rain carrying shattered hopes and promises streaked down your skin to your quivering lips as you stood under the gloomy clouds, alone with your memories of him;

Kakyoin Noriaki.

How long has it been since you last saw him? Counting the days of his absence is something too painful for a mere human like you to do. You remember the way his lips stretch into a sickeningly sweet smile everytime he sees you. You remember how his stunning amethysts-for-eyes were rimmed with long dark lashes that would brush his cheeks everytime he closed his eyes. Suffering, longing, loneliness; his eyes held all those deep seated emotions despite how bright his smile looked like every time he’s with you.

No matter how hard you tried to understand him and how he truly feels, there always seems to be an invisible wall blocking you from doing so. You tried. You really did - but it was useless. Beneath his polite smiles and warm gaze, there seemed to be a hidden layer that you couldn’t reach.

“Hi! You’re Kakyoin Noriaki right?” The voice of your younger self echoed in your head as you recalled an old memory. The day was postcard perfect outside when you first approached Kakyoin. You still remember how shut off from the world he was back when both of you were younger.

Everytime you saw him in your class, the red haired boy was always sitting at the back, his mind elsewhere as his gaze drifted outside through the window. Unlike the other kids in your class, there was oftenly a gloomy aura surrounding Kakyoin as he sat with his own company. You will always find the boy with his head tilted down as he avoided eye contact, his lips tightly shut.

You were only met with silence as a response from the redhead after attempting to start your first conversation with him - but that doesn't mean you're going to give up on trying to befriend Kakyoin. Call it sheer will and child naivety, you didn't even feel discouraged when he barely showed any interest in pursuing a friendship with you at first. If anything, it only motivated you to try harder and at some point, he started warming up to you.

“Good morning Kakyoin!” You would cheerily greet him every morning in class just to see the small sparkles in his eyes as he looked at you, dumbfounded. Volunteering to pair up with him for assignments when no one approached him has become the norm for you and sitting beside him during lunchtime was something that you would do out of habit.

As time passed by, your friendship with Kakyoin was eventually established and you were glad that he wasn’t as distant as he was before around you.

One of your most memorable moments with him was when you discovered his love for cherries. It was a fine day under the radiant sun, gentle warmth from the brilliant rays hitting your skin as you sat near Kakyoin, a small box containing a slice of cherry flavoured cake sitting on your laps.

It was a simple looking slice of cake, with alternating layers of cherry curd and vanilla buttercream, and then decorated with frosting and a cute red cherry to top it off. He was eyeing the little fruit that was left untouched on your cake the whole time you were eating and you were quick to offer him the cherry.

“You can have it if you want, Kakyoin” As soon as you said that, Kakyoin’s facial expression brightened and it was the first time you’ve ever seen him being genuinely happy about something. His lips broke into a grin as he thanked you before indulging himself with the cherry, his eyes sparkling once again.

From that day onwards, you always reminded yourself to bring a small box of cherries to school for him.

Another moment with the redhead that you would never forget was when you dragged him to your house to play video games together. Your father had bought a new video game for you and knowing how much Kakyoin loves to play video games, you just had to invite him to join you. There’s no way you’re going to play the new game without him.

The evening was filled with delightful laughters, and fun childhood memories with him were made. When the day almost came to an end, Kakyoin fell back into silence but this time, it wasn’t unpleasant. A warm smile graced his lips as he looked at you, his mouth uttering two sentences that made your heart flutter.

“Thank you for being my friend, (y/n). Let’s stay together forever.”

It was so sudden and the sincerity in his words caught you off guard, causing your little heart to pound wildly in your chest as a light blush covered your cheeks. It was at that moment when you truly noticed how stunning his violet eyes are. It was at that moment when you realized why his presence was so magnetic for you. It was at that exact moment when you finally understood your own feelings;

You have a crush on Kakyoin Noriaki.

Things weren’t the same for you anymore ever since that day. You began stealing glances at him during class, your face would blush at the smallest friendly gesture made by him and the teacher would catch you daydreaming about your little crush in the middle of a class which then resulted in you getting sent to detention - though Kakyoin will always be there to voluntarily accompany you by purposely getting himself into trouble.

Keeping your cool in front of him became harder the more you spent time with him. However, you kept telling yourself that it was just a silly little childhood crush that will eventually go away as you grow up.

You were wrong though.

The feelings won’t go away no matter how hard you tried dismissing them. You ended up having to transfer school due to personal reasons and lost contact with Kakyoin, never hearing from him ever again. It was painfully hard for the both of you at first, but you eventually grew out of it - or at least that was what you kept in mind for false comfort. ‘Kakyoin probably has gotten over our friendship by now..’ you thought, a bitter smile showing on your lips as you moved on with your life.

Years passed by rather quickly and you’re now a highschooler.

News of having a transfer student in your school has been spreading around and it was the only thing everyone was talking about for the past few days. They were all so curious about the new student and a few girls who claimed to have seen him before were completely head over heels for him.

While everyone was excited to welcome the transfer student, you, in particular, paid no attention to the hype. However, your indifference towards the transfer student’s arrival immediately changed as soon as you found out that it was actually Kakyoin Noriaki; your long lost best friend and childhood crush.

Kakyoin has grown up to become a handsome young man. He was truly mature for his age - his composure was always kept together and his naturally reserved demeanour has made him seem more level headed than his peers. The redhead was much more confident to be compared to his younger self, but there was something about him that had bothered you.

He was behaving distantly around you when you approached him, as if he barely knew you and it made you feel like you’re back to square one.

“Kakyoin?” Your voice wavered. Both of your hands were clasped while your heart beat wildly, just like how it did years ago when he thanked you for being his friend. Your legs almost gave out when the redhead finally turned his head towards you and met your gaze. You were scared, but you couldn’t pinpoint what you’re actually scared of. Was it rejection? Or maybe you’re just nervous because you haven’t seen each other for a very long time.

His white scarf swayed lightly in the cold breeze, his eyes still held the same brilliance from your childhood memories of him - but there was something that made his gaze appear colder than before as he looked at you instead of the canvas in front of him.

His lips were formed into a thin line as he kept staring at you in silence, and you started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. Was he angry that you left him? Did he hate you now? Does he even recognize you? You couldn’t tell.

“It’s been a long time, Kakyoin. I miss you- and our friendship, of course.” It would be a huge, pathetic lie to say that you don’t miss him. Your heart was aching for him every second ever since the day you were separated from Kakyoin. Everyday, you have this hope where you’ll get to reunite with him by fate - be it stumbling across each other in a random street or perhaps meeting him at a cafe as an employee.

You’ve always told yourself that you would confess about your feelings if life gave you the chance to meet Kakyoin again but now that he’s right here standing in front of you, you’re tongue tied.

God, you desperately wanted to tell Kakyoin how much you love him but something in your mind held you back. ‘Do I even have the right to confess about my feelings after not seeing him for years? Won’t it sound weird?’ You knew it wasn’t your fault that you had to transfer schools and you’re probably being overdramatic at the moment but you couldn’t help it.

It felt like forever before Kakyoin finally responded, his facial expression was quick to change as he flashed you a polite smile. “Nice to meet you again. You’re (y/n). Aren’t you?” Kakyoin’s voice was just as charming as it was years ago, but deeper, and it caused a wave of nostalgia to wash over you. His reaction was as calm as you’d expected him to be. However, something felt off about him.

‘Maybe I’m overthinking it..’ You shook off your thoughts before proceeding to try and spark a conversation to catch up on your lives.

“As much as I would love to talk, I’m afraid I don't really have the time (y/n).” You had no idea that he could effortlessly break your heart with just a few words. It was a challenge to hide your disappointment as you forced out a smile for him. You can tell that he’s truly apologetic with the way he looked at you so you forced yourself to temporarily put your disappointment aside.

“It’s alright. We can always catch up later when you’re free right?” You noticed the way his gaze was immediately directed towards someone a few feet away behind you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as if there was business to be done with whoever he was looking at. Out of curiosity, you turned your head to follow his gaze and saw Jotaro Kujo walking with a bunch of heart eyed girls tailing him. “That’s Jotaro Kujo. He’s in my class. Do you know him, Kakyoin?”

Kakyoin shook his head before returning his gaze back at you. “No, I believe I don’t. I’ll get back to you once I’m free (y/n). See you later.” He flashed you his usual polite smile before walking away towards the same direction Jotaro took, leaving you to stand by yourself.

You were left speechless after the encounter with your long lost best friend and disappointment began seeping back into your chest as you quietly turned to look at Kakyoin’s back. You had to admit that you’re a little mad at your best friend for just simply dismissing you after years of not seeing each other.

‘Calm down, (y/n). He told you that he’s busy. He surely didn’t intend to offend you or anything.’ You let out a small sigh before shaking your head to calm down. Kakyoin did tell you that he’ll be reaching out later, so you’ll just have to wait. Waiting shouldn’t be hard, right?

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day and there was an attack in the nurse’s office - which had forced students to stay in class. The teachers assumed that there was an unknown gas explosion but no one can really tell the true cause of the incident. It was a relief to hear that she was still alive regardless of her severe injuries. You would even call her lucky, even, since most people would’ve died if they got the same injuries as hers.

By instinct, your gaze drifted over to Jotaro’s empty desk at the back of the class and you couldn’t help but to wonder where he went. ‘I thought he was on his way to school this morning..’ A small voice echoed in your head as curiosity began filling in your mind. Jotaro was well known for being a delinquent in the school and you knew for a fact that him skipping school is old news.

However, it was a little odd that he wasn’t in the class after seeing him near the school this morning. ‘Maybe he changed his mind and ended up skipping.’ you quietly hummed to your own conclusion, hoping so that your classmate wasn’t harmed wherever he was.

The next day, you decided to walk the same road you took yesterday just in case you're lucky enough to see Kakyoin again. Much to your disappointment, the redhead was nowhere to be seen and you were once again let down by your own hope. You subconsciously bit your inner cheek out of slight frustration and was about to walk faster to school before a hand caught you by the wrist, causing you to instinctively pull your hand away by force to hold up your trusty pepper spray out of defense.

“Whoa calm down (y/n)! It’s me, Kakyoin” Your childhood best friend quickly held both of his arms up, slightly backing away for you to maintain a safe distance from your deadly spray. It took you a few seconds to get back to your senses and recognize that it was Kakyoin, and your mood instantly improved for the day.

Your lips stretched into a bright grin but it didn't stay for long when you saw the bandage wrapped around his forehead. “What happened to your forehead?” The obvious worry in the tone of your voice caused him to smile gently before shaking his head as a response.

“I got into a small accident yesterday. Sorry for worrying you, (y/n).” Kakyoin sounded slightly different today. His tone was gentler and warmer while his gaze was soft as he looked at you rather fondly. The change of behaviour caused your stomach to flutter, reminding you of your feelings towards him.

“You really should be more careful Kakyoin. I just don’t want to see you get hurt that’s all.” Your hand brushed over his bandage, careful enough to avoid hurting him by accident. At that moment, Kakyoin was silent as he stared at you - as if he was contemplating on his next words. There was a subtle nervousness in his gaze that was still on you while you pulled away your hand.

“What is it Kakyoin? You looked like you got something to say.” Your words managed to bring him back to reality and you could almost imagine the gears in his head turning to muster up a response. It took a while for him to consider his words, but Kakyoin reminded himself to not take too much time since he didn’t want to cause you to be late for school.

“(y/n), I’m sorry if I acted distant yesterday. I wasn’t in the right mind.” A small frown was visible on his face and you only proceeded to shake your head. Sure, he disappointed you yesterday but at least he was really apologetic about it.

“Hey it’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” You let a smile show up in your facial expression as an attempt to assure him that you’re fine. It’s not that you could stay mad at Kakyoin for too long anyways. His frown changed into a small smile and he was back to being silent. The both of you kept staring at each other, not uttering any word as you got yourselves lost in each other’s eyes.

It took months for Kakyoin to finally realize his crush for you, and it was a shame that you already left by the time he figured his feelings out. The redhead recalls how he practiced hardly to confess to you years ago.

The boy envisioned a perfect day for his confession - delicate cherry blossom petals gently falling to the ground around the two of you as he tried his best to avoid stuttering in his words while struggling to hold back his blush in front of you. It was the perfect scenario, but his hope crashed and burned when he remembered that he probably would never get to see you again.

Now that he was standing right in front of you, he was just as tongue tied as you are, especially after seeing how breathtaking you have grown to be.

For now, Kakyoin has to put aside the plan for his confession - much to his dismay.

“I won’t be at school for a while.” He finally broke his silence, shocking you with the sudden announcement. It was only his second day, yet, he was already skipping school.

“Where are you going?”

“Egypt. There are important things that need to be done.”

Egypt? His answer only opened the door to more questions, leaving you in complete confusion. “Alone?” You were filled to the brim with your own curiosity and Kakyoin shook his head to your question.

“I have a couple of friends with me, so, no. I’m not alone.”

Suspicions and theories began swirling in your head, and one of them happened to slip from your lips - which only caused him to widen his eyes in surprise at how you managed to catch up on so quickly. “Is it stand related, Kakyoin?”

You knew nothing about how these so called stands work, but something tells you that whatever Kakyoin’s about to get himself into, there’s a high chance that it won’t go too well. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when he looked away, somehow confirming your suspicions. Your heart desperately wanted to stop him from going, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You knew your place and you’re aware that you’re not in the right position to tell him what to do for many different reasons.

One of them is that he’s a stand user, unlike you.

You remember how he opened up to you about his inner conflict years ago. The sole reason for his loneliness was because no one could see his stand and truly understand him - and this includes you.

Despite how hard you tried to make him feel fully understood, you knew that your efforts probably wouldn’t do much for him because just like most people, you couldn’t see his stand. However, everytime you apologize to him for not being able to make him feel less lonely and understood, Kakyoin would just shake his head disapprovingly and remind you that everything you had done for him is something that he will never forget.

He will always try to prove you wrong whenever you feel like you’re not enough.

“Jotaro too?” Another question left your lips as soon as your dark haired classmate entered your sight, walking towards your direction with his hat concealing the upper part of his face. He made sure to maintain some distance just so that he didn’t interrupt anything personal between you and Kakyoin by accident.

“We’re leaving now Kakyoin.” Jotaro spoke, disinterested with whatever your discussion with Kakyoin was about. At least he’s considerate enough to wait a little bit longer instead of just pulling your bestfriend away from you.

Kakyoin quietly looked at you and he was taken aback at the supporting small smile on your face. He could see the pain in your eyes but your smile has become his motivation to win this upcoming war in Egypt.

“I would be lying if I say that I’m not worried about you, Kakyoin, but this is important and personal for you so I won’t get in your way.” You pushed yourself to restrain your tears before reaching out for his hands and hold them up in a supportive manner. “I trust you. I know you’ll return safely.”

“Thank you, (y/n). I’m thankful that I have you in my life.Truly.” Kakyoin spoke softly, his grip on your hands were tight, yet gentle - as if he was afraid that he would break them if he held too tightly.

A small part of your anguish for having to be separated from him for the second time was soothed with the way his thumbs caressed the skin of your hands to comfort you. “Once this all ends, I’ll return immediately and there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long. Please wait for me (y/n).”

“Of course I will. I’ll always wait for you, Kakyoin.” Always.

Kakyoin looked less troubled after listening to your reply, before his eyes widened by a fraction upon remembering something important. “Another thing, please don’t tell anyone about this no matter what happens. Alright?”

Letting out a light chuckle, you let go of his hands and showed him your pinky finger. “Sure, but only if you could promise me three things.”

“Elaborate?” It was his turn to become confused.

“One, promise me that you’ll take good care of yourself while in Egypt. Two, don’t be too hard on yourself if things don’t go the way you wanted them to be. Three, stay alive.”

“Deal.” Memories of your childhood rushed into his mind when Kakyoin linked your pinky fingers together. The two of you used to do this whenever a promise was made, and to remember about it made his heart feel warm. “I’ll keep my promises” The way he grinned was so assuring and none of you were suspecting the tragedy that will soon befall on him.

Weeks became months and you kept waiting for Kakyoin’s return. You got more anxious the longer you wait, various thoughts of negative outcomes haunted your mind every second while you’re awake. What if he didn’t come back? What if something bad happens to him? It was hard to think positively and remain hopeful for his safe return but you didn’t give up. Despite how scary the whole situation was, you kept holding onto your feeble hope that he’ll be back in one piece.

Instant relief entered your chest when you saw Jotaro back in school - but there was nothing more horrifying for you when your classmate stayed in silence after you asked about Kakyoin. The look of grief in his face and the way he tilted his hat downwards to hide his eyes said it all - Kakyoin didn’t make it.

It almost felt like your heart had stopped while the world around you collapsed, crumbling into dust.

You wanted to cry, scream and punch someone to let it all out, but you can’t. Your body was frozen from all the sudden intense grief and despair that have washed over your senses. Every inch of your body was in pain, desperately rejecting the horrible news despite knowing that it is, indeed, reality - and there was nothing for you to do to change it. You couldn’t rewrite reality no matter how bad you wish you could.

“No..” It was the only word that you could utter at the moment due to your current state, your voice cracked while your throat burnt. How cruel can life be? All you wanted was just to be with Kakyoin again and create more meaningful memories together. Is that too much to ask for? What did you even do to deserve this?

A painful chuckle left your lips after another long moment of silence, your eyes brimming with tears that were threatening to spill out. This can’t be real right? This must’ve been a terrifyingly realistic nightmare that you’ll wake up from soon. This can’t be real.

You’re not ready to lose Kakyoin yet.

Shaking your head, you immediately pinched yourself as hard as you could, your fingernails digging into your skin only to leave bruises and fresh wounds. “This must be a dream. A really bad one..” Those words were the only thing you repeated on your lips as you kept pinching yourself as an attempt to escape this atrocious fate - yet there you were, still trapped in the living nightmare and your fingernails were covered by your own blood.

It was at that moment when light became shadows - your mind desperately called out for him but it was useless. Kakyoin was truly gone.

You didn’t step out from your room for days to mourn over his death. Your pillows were soaked with tears and your limbs felt heavier than they usually did. You kept crying until there was nothing left inside, but a raw emptiness that nibbles at your consciousness. The sun still shone in the vast sky but not for you as there was no beauty left in the world after Kakyoin had taken his departure.

The faint sound of thunder brought you back from your endless trail of memories, raindrops have completely soaked you from head to toe. It was cold, but you couldn’t bring yourself to step forward and find yourself a shelter to protect yourself from the heavy rain. It’s not that you cared much if you’ll get sick from being under the downpour for too long. It has been almost two weeks since you last stepped outside, but you don’t even realize how fast time flies.

‘Will the rain wash my pain away?’ A thought crossed your mind as you closed your eyes, your head tilted upwards to face the grey sky. Life seems to hate you that much, huh?

“E-excuse me miss” A childish voice grabbed your attention and you looked down to see a little boy in a raincoat holding an umbrella. His huge eyes sparkled with curiosity as he stared at you, probably wondering why an adult like you were standing in the rain without any protection from the rain. Crouching down to his level, you mustered out what energy you had left for a small smile before letting out a gentle questioning hum.

Now that you could see him better, you started to take notice of the boy’s luscious red hair and violet eyes. Whoever he is, the boy strikes a resemblance to Kakyoin but you were quick to shrug the thought off.

“My mom told me that you’ll get a cold if you stand in the rain for too long.” There was a hint of worry in his eyes as he spoke and his concern for a random stranger like you caused your lips to stretch into a wider smile. Maybe there’s still a little bit of kindness left in life despite how cruel it could be.

“I have a raincoat on me and uh.. Y-you can have my umbrella instead!” That was completely unexpected. Your eyes widened as you stared at him in disbelief. ‘Is this kid for real..?’ You had to take a few moments to process his words just to make sure you weren’t hearing things.

“It’s fine miss! My mom said that it’s always good to be a hero and help people in need. I wanted to help you!” There was pure innocence in his face as he spoke excitedly. “So please accept my help! Mom’s gonna be so happy when she finds out that I helped someone today” He was grinning brightly at you and it was hard for you to say no - but at the same time, you wouldn’t want to cause trouble to a child.

“H-hey it’s alright. You don’t have to-” Your words were cut off by him grabbing your hand and shoving the umbrella towards you before running off, not giving you the chance to even thank him. You were left alone with confusion, the umbrella shielding you away from the rain. “He’s surely an odd one..” You murmured under your breath before a small sigh escaped your lips. Though you can’t say that you’re ungrateful for the umbrella.

The little incident with the random child has managed to bring you back to your senses and you figured that it was time to go home. Just when you got up and started walking, a small chiming of some bells attracted your attention. ‘Huh?’

There weren’t any bells around you - or that was what you thought until you saw two small cherry shaped bells attached to the child’s umbrella. Words couldn’t explain how overwhelmed you were after seeing the cherry shaped bells, a tear unknowingly streamed down your cheek.

Perhaps Kakyoin hasn’t completely left, and there was indeed, a part of him that’s still living inside your heart until the day when you can finally reunite with him again.

#jjba x reader #kakyoin x reader #jjba #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin imagine #tw: death

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scandeniall · 4 years

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mirrors for friends //ch.5

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notes *this is the version of the song they cover

chapter 5: We drive, We Film

The music is blaring when Atsumu pulls up. He's bobbing his head along to the guitar, hardly sparing you a glance as you slide into the passenger seat. Despite that, you offer a quick greeting as the car speeds off before you even finish putting your seatbelt on. You nod along to the familiar song as the two of you shoot through the street,

“And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious,” you begin Atsumu chiming in matching your pitch.

“I would kiss you even if you were dead” “Would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life, cause I’d do anything to hold your hand.”

You find your hand hanging out the window as you two sing along to the rest of the song. Once it ends, Atsumu lowers the volume, enough to have a conversation. “I see ya changed from a sweaty slob and are now looking better.” You roll your eyes at the bassist, and had he not been driving you probably would’ve resorted to slapping the back of his head. “Why do I willingly hang out with you. And, where are we going anyways?” You question, remembering your promise to Iwaizumi

You ignore his comment about you clearly not having any other friends as you send a message to Iwaizumi confirming your location. You let out a little laugh at Iwaizumi’s complaint about the blonde always running his plans, before locking your phone. “Who ya texting?” Atsumu takes his first real look at you for the night as he slows at the red light. “Iwa, just telling him if I die tonight it's all your fault.Your driving fucking sucks” You follow up the sentence flicking off your friend who looks unbothered.

“Speaking of our dear Iwa, you know something that me and Kuroo don't.” Your eyes widen just the tiniest bit as he grants you a knowing smirk. “But I’ll let that go for now. How's the tattoo healing?” Just like that Atsumu’s voice shifts into a more serious tone and you groan loudly. You instantly catch on to the real meaning of the question. How are you doing? “Not you too”.

“C’mon, I’m just checking on ya (Y/N). Making sure you’re ok. Took me a minute but then I remembered you showed me the picture a few months ago.” His gaze focuses back on the road giving you at least the relief from his stare down. “First Iwa, now you. And I know Kuroo is gonna pick my brain the second he gets the chance,” your words come out in a huff of annoyance. “What can we say, we care about ya. The band would flop without our front man.” His tease is enough to lighten the tension that began to grow as you rolled your eyes again. “Our combined hotness would drop by like 90% without me.”

“More like 5%” He could only laugh as you promptly told him to go to hell, as you turned the music back up some. The rest of the drive was void of any conversation. The only noises coming from the radio and any time either of you would sing along to what was playing out. Atsumu would only shoot you annoyed looks, whenever you’d skip one of the songs he had to which you'd just shrug without a care.

“Hey Samu.” You and Atsumu spoke at the same time as you slid into the booth. “What are you two sharing a single brain cell now?” Your look of disgust is enough to cause the gray haired twin to laugh. “The only thing I’d ever share with Atsumu is my foot up his ass.”

“That’s a real cute way of saying you’re the dumb one of us.” The blonde catches the wrist of your arm that aims a punch at his shoulder easily. “Take you and your shitty dye job over there next to your brother,” you mutter pushing your bandmate out of the booth next to you. He obliges, moving so that him and Osamu are both sitting across from you.

“Now Tsumu’s stupidity is gonna seep into my head.”

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“Hello boys, and piss head,” you greet cheerily as you enter the unlocked door of Iwaizumi’s place. You shift the drink carrier in your hand as you remove your bag, lightly placing it on the floor. The owner only raises his eyebrows at you while your guitarist just laughs.”What’d he do now,” You make your rounds handing off the coffee drinks you’d bought for your bandmates. You stop by Iwaizumi first who accepts it with a grateful smile. Next is Kuroo, who raises the cup in thanks. “Every time I hang out with him, I wonder why I do. He sucks,” you speak before handing Atsumu his drink. “Osamu really is the better twin, not by much though.”

“You claim to hate me, yet you bring me food. Thanks mom,” the bassist mocks. You mutter something about it being the only thing that gets him to shut up before shifting your attention towards Kuroo. “Hey, can you go get our instruments, couldn’t hold them cause of the drinks.” He only nods, you asking him to please lock your door after.

“We’re filming that song today right?” You nod at Atsumu’s question. While he goes back to typing away on his phone you settle onto the couch next to Iwaizumi. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows in excitement. He shoots you a small smile and a thumbs up, and you struggle to contain your excitement. You shoot him a knowing look that the two of you have to talk later as Kuroo enters carrying both your guitar cases. “Bring my drink down would you,” is the only thing he says before making his way towards the basement. The three of you wordlessly follow.

“Why are we doing this song again,”

“Come on old man, it’ll be fun, plus our dear (Y/N) gets to show off that growl today. Doesn't happen very much,” Kuroo smirks at Iwaizumi, shooting you a quick look from where you are tuning your guitar. “Plus, the viewers wanted us to do Gaga.”

“Oh, you're just happy ya get to be heard more with this song,” Atsumu chimes in before fiddling with his bass. “Maybe,” is Kuroos response as he sits on a stool to tune his own instrument. “Besides, Judas is a pretty badass song. And our arrangement is pretty sick.” Iwaizumi can’t help but agree with you, opting to get the video equipment set up. After he finished you all ran through the song a few times before you were ready to go.

“Hey guys, we’re Mirrors For Friends,” the four of you said in unison. Before introducing yourselves as individuals. “So, you guys asked, and we answered. You all wanted us to do Lady Gaga so bad,” Kuroo started before pausing for his self-proclaimed dramatic effect. “So, Judas here we are.”

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“Judas- Gaga” You practically screamed out the last words of the songs, before bursting out into laughter. The entirety of the song both Kuroo and Atsumu were making ridiculous facial expressions at one another, and with you being in the middle of the two, you saw it all. That, paired with post singing adrenaline and the fact that you all were even singing it in the first place seemed absolutely comical You had been so caught in laughter that you didn’t even notice Iwaizumi come up from behind his drums to nudge at camera perched on the tripod in front of you.

“Fuck- do you guys see what I have to go through with these guys. Iwa is the only normal one,” you joked out after your laughter died down. You ignored the said members exclamations about not being that bad. “Alright that's it for us today, we hope you enjoyed, and we’ll see you when we see you.” You stuck up a peace sign heading towards the camera and picking it up. “Say bye you idiots.

You first pointed the camera at Kuroo who was the closest to you. “I feel like (Y/N) is catching my double chin at this angle. Stream our songs and we love you.” With that Kuroo just walked off the frame, and you turned towards Atsumu. “Say bye to the video fake blondie.”

“I just want to say that I’m the hottest member of the band and-hey” Atsumu exclaimed as you just cut his segment short, before walking to Iwaizumi.

“You know the drill Iwa. Your turn” This time you moved the camera up and down as if you were giving the audience a chance to check him out. “Now this is the real hottest member of this band,” you teased before aimling back towards his face. You stifled your laugh at Atsumu and Kuroo in the background yelling for him to take his shirt off. “I hate this band. See you all in the next video.” With your drummers closing you stopped the recording before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Well that was exhausting,” you automatically made your way to the couch where you had your laptop resting. “I can probably get this edited and uploaded by tomorrow guys.” You felt the couch dip next to you and the voice of the band’s guitarist. “I can do it. I know it's been an interesting week for you,” he gestures towards your ribcage, where your new tattoo rests under your tshirt. The tone of his voice lets you know there’s no point in countering. When Iwaizumi gets into his band labeled ‘dad’ mode, you won't win. “You're acting as if I have a choice,” you huff handing him the camera’s memory card.

“Shit- guys, I gotta go. I forgot the team got a last-minute practice match with another school,” Atsumu’s panicked voice cut through the room. “Were done here right?” He looked between the three of you sighing in relief as he quickly started putting up his instrument. “Hey, don’t forget next week we’re at Bauhaus.” He only nodded mindlessly, before making his way to the stairs, before stopping halfway. “That's the 3rd, right?”

Kuroo’s thumbs out caused him to practically run up the stairs and out the door. Once the bassist leaves, he plopped himself next to you on the other side of the couch. “So lovely band members of mine, what secret are you two keeping from me and Tsumu.”

⤿taglist: @o51oc @suna-allie

a/n: yall know that one tiktok audio from what bgc? wheres like awkwardly quiet then its like “hey guys”--- thats how I feel after coming back to this fic after a month. But yeah life and then more LIFE. So with that, sorry this chapter is kinda awkward writing bc i literally havent written for this in that month at all. Anyways, now that we’ve gotten our band dynamics established we are kicking off the real plot starting next chapter. I still don’t know which boy to do so pls help a loser out. I think I’m gonna take out the possibility of Iwa though ????

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #mirrors for friends #kuroo x reader

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jamkookies · 5 years

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part X •

Bad Influence

You'd held him like a child.

He hadn't been able to say anything else, the unspoken words threatening to break him down.

So you had held him, swallowing back your tears for his sake and rocking him back and forth.

You hadn't pushed him to talk any further, scared of making him relive the experience all over again.

Some moments later, the nurses had come into the room and urged him to use the wheelchair and he had never left your eyes for a second, even when the door closed behind him.

You were now left with a feeling of emptiness that no other person could fill.

You just couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he had killed a person for you.

A despicable, evil, but living person nonetheless.

Just how far could Jungkook go for your sake? you thought.

"I hope you're feeling better by now."

You turn your head to the side and see Manager Sejin sitting on the same chair.

You hadn't even noticed him, too absorbed into the swirling vortex of thoughts in your mind.

There's a smile on his lips but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good. Then we can continue."

He pulls his chair close to your bed and props his elbows on his knees.

"You do realize you have caused us a lot of trouble, right?" he begins.

You fail to look him in the eye as the embarrassment of recent events causes heat to rise in your face.

"I know and I am really sorry."

"Just being sorry isn't enough, though. I would've let you off the hook if you had brought these things only to yourself but the problem is, you haven't.

You've made the other members get caught up into your situations."

As you slowly raise your head, you notice that this isn't just a normal scolding session. Sejin wasn't gonna let this go with just a couple of warnings.

The guy was serious about this and you had to admit, he was right.

Jungkook had had to kill someone because of you.

You wished you had died instead.

"First, I get notified by the bodyguards that you had thrown a tantrum at the beach, unnecessarily looking for Jimin when he was safe and sound just a little further. Then, you get drunk as a skunk, making us delete all the footage ,and let's not even mention the childish swearing and cussing."

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out.

What could you possibly tell him?

He was right about everything.

"Did you know what Jungkook had to do? He said that when the man came back, he tried to kidnap you again. While they were brawling, Jungkook had

grabbed a rock and smashed it into his skull."

You stare at him, mouth agape.

Jungkook...

"He was in a state of shock because of what he'd done, but he managed to pull himself together for you. And you don't even know what he went through because you've been unconscious for two days".

He sighs and lowers his tone a little bit, trying not to get too carried away.

"I know that not everything that happened is your fault. Jungkook said he was the one who pushed you to go out of the bodyguards' sight, but that doesn't justify your actions.

You should realize that the boys, especially Jungkook, tend to be more reckless when they're around you. I don't know if it is to prove you something or just because they want to."

He glares at you with daggers shooting from his eyes.

"I also noticed that you've become rather close with him."

You duck your head again in shame. He had almost caught you red-handed a while ago.

"Listen, Y/N. I'm going to be honest with you. You're really good at your job. You can sing, dance and perform perfectly, but you're no good for the boys.

You're a bad influence."

There they were.

The words you had been expecting.

You'd figured out that it was a matter of time before he'd say them.

You muster up the courage to raise your head as a final act of maintaining your dignity.

There's no emotion in your words - no hate, no hard feelings. Just pure professionalism.

"I'm really sorry about everything. I'll pack up my bags as soon as they remove my bandages."

He nods once and you can't help but almost cringe at his sigh of obvious satisfaction.

"It was nice knowing you, Y/N-ssi." he says and offers a hand for you to shake on.

You extend yours and fight the urge to squeeze it harder than you have to.

He rises from his seat and leaves the room.

You felt like someone had ripped a chunk from your heart and shredded it to pieces.

No more concerts, no more shows, no more shooting, no more fun time spending with the boys.

No more family.

It was time for you to leave the group.

* * *

"So, what was so urgent that you called all of us here?"

You're stalling for time, not knowing how to say it to them, and Namjoon wasn't making it any easier with those pretty eyes of his boring into you.

"I have been thinking a lot lately." you say. "And I've noticed that there are so many things that I have to fix."

"Like what?" Jin asks.

"My life. It's pretty much in shambles right now."

"Uh-oh, I think the nurses must have put something into her medicine." Taehyung says.

"I'm not joking, hyung. This is serious."

"Is this because of the accident? We thought you'd gotten over it by now." Jimin approaches you with worried eyes.

"It's not just that. Everything I've done has gone for the worse and I don't feel well."

"Is there something bothering you? Are you sick?"

"No, I just-"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Namjoon insists.

"I'm saying that I need to take a break."

"For how long?" Yoongi asks.

"Forever."

"What?!" Taehyung exclaims.

The others echo him and you're left with their constant buzzing into your ears, words that you can't discern.

"What do you mean by forever? Is this some kind of joke?"

You say nothing.

"Y/N, we know you feel bad about what Jungkook did but it was not your fault."

Jimin looks at you sympathetically and you almost drop your guard, almost tell him that it was not your choice, that you had to do this because of them.

You'd realized they wouldn't let you go if you told them the truth so you had to improvise. Let them think you were leaving the group to satisfy your own ego. Be selfish for once.

It was the only way they could carry on without you.

"I know that, hyung. But I don't feel like doing this anymore. I think I'm gonna do things on my own from now on."

Hurt flashes in his eyes and you can feel your heart being shattered into a million pieces.

"You wanna go solo?" Jin asks.

You still say nothing.

"But we've been together for so long." Taehyung pleads.

They look at you expectantly, begging for you to at least show some emotion, except for Namjoon, who can't seem to take his distrustful eyes off of you.

Damn him and his 148 IQ.

You muster up the courage as you try to keep your voice from shaking.

"It's time I leave the group."

"You what?!"

You snap your head towards the voice and you suddenly wish for the floor to split open and swallow you whole.

Jungkook is standing on the doorway, flabbergasted at your declaration.

He closes the distance in three long strides, instantly at the side of the bed.

For a moment you forget about everything and almost cry in relief at his improvement. There was still a hint of limping but he was walking just fine.

"Tell me this is a joke."

"I..."

"Y/N."

"I'm not joking."

It's like all of his face loses its pigment, and he just stares at you, speechless.

Then, two droplets of tears slide from his cheeks to his chin.

You'd never seen him cry since debuting.

"After all we got through, you're giving up now? You wanna chase after your dreams? Huh? Is that what you wanna do?"

"Jungkook, please..."

"Why now? Why now out of all times?" His voice cracks and it's the most heartbreaking sound you've ever heard.

You can't do this anymore.

You have to get out, get away before the truth spills from your lips.

On the verge of tears, you rip the blanket off of you and start clawing at the tubes attached to your arms.

"Y/N, what are you doing - " you hear the others say, but you can't stop.

Out.

You had to get out.

Jungkook grips you by your forearm with pleading eyes but you shake him off.

Out.

"Are you okay?"

"Y/N, I'll call the nurses-"

"Just let her go". Namjoon's voice.

In nothing but your hospital gown, you make your way out of the room.

* * *

The continuous chirping of the birds doesn't do anything to calm the raging storm of emotions in you. You felt conflicted, having to choose between playing the bad guy and being truthful.

You hated it with all your might but there was nothing else you could do.

It had come to this.

"Int tajjeb?" the nurse asks you in Maltese.

"Iva. Grazzi."

At least the week spent here had proven to be worthy of something.

You'd managed to learn some basic phrases and you could understand that she had just told you if you were okay now.

The nurse offers you a smile and scuttles away, tending to another patient.

You take a deep breath of the crispy air and let it sink in.

The bench you were sitting on and your lack of undergarment beneath the gown didn't do anything to shield you from the cold breeze.

Oh, how you wished you could let everything go to hell.

You were sick and tired of it.

What were you gonna do from now on?

Where were you gonna go?

Just go back to your parents in shame, with not a single decent excuse to why you had left?

Absolutely not.

You feel a jacket being thrown around your shoulders and you lift your eyes to see Hoseok's head above you, wearing an apologetic smile.

"Thanks." you barely a whisper.

He takes a seat next to you and stares ahead.

"You know, I've only seen Jungkook cry before we debuted." he says in a low, cautious voice. "I was going through a lot and I decided to leave the group. The kid started bawling his eyes out. I don't think he ever cried like that for his parents."

You nod, remembering all too well the exact look on his face when Hoseok had claimed his farewell.

He turns his head now, looking at you dead in the eye.

"Jungkook loves you, Y/N. We all know that."

You almost choke by the straight-forwardness of his words

"And I know you're not really interested in starting a solo career. You think we're dumb?"

"But I-"

He stops you with a palm raised in front of him.

"I don't want to hear it. But just know,

Y/N, that Jungkook doesn't deserve to experience this for the second time."

You gulp harshly and the sting of your next lie makes your throat hurt.

"Well, then tell Jungkook that I also have a life to live."

It was over.

You were never gonna go back to how it was before.

The words had been said and the damage had been made.

All of it intentionally.

If he wasn't gonna fall for your previous lies, then he would definitely buy this.

He doesn't say anything but the shock is quite visible on his face.

He nods once and leaves without looking back.

The jacket slips from your shoulders and along with it, the fake mask of your pretention.

* * *

The heavy suitcase weighs you down and it's all you can do not to scrape it on the floor.

Clad in new, comfortable clothes you make your way towards the room with the number 215 on it.

You can't get rid of the nervousness that has taken hold of you, no matter how hard you try.

With shaking hands, you put the suitcase on the ground and crack the door open, careful not to make a sound.

He's laying on his back, wrapped up in the blankets, eyes closed.

You grimace, trying to hold in the whimper that rises in your throat.

Feet light as a cat, you approach the bed, obviously too small for him as his legs were sticking out of the frame.

If only you knew how much I love you.

If only you knew how I wish we could stay like this forever.

You bend down and press a feather-light kiss on his forehead.

The last time you'll ever look at him like this, drinking him in, savoring the feeling of his image behind your eyelids.

He was gonna hate you with all his might, you knew that.

You knew it and you still did what you had to do.

As long as he is safe.

As long as they are safe.

You take backwards steps and close the door behind you, your heart now a shattered mess.

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I've been reading lot of your metas lately and I really love them but I noticed that your criticizm of Kelso is really harsh. I think he's not that bad. His sexist remarks are mostly played for laughs and he wasn't that sexist and stupid in season 1. I think that in season 1 he was actually a good guy then he suddenly became a sex obsessed pig in season 2. Don't you think this might be because he's somewhat traumatized by Laurie's invasion of his boundaries and emotional blackmailing and abuse?

Thanks! I’m glad you’re enjoying my metas, and I understand how my analysis of Kelso might seem harsh. That’s likely due to the fact my metas involving Kelso tend to analyze his worst arcs on the show.

That said, regardless of whether sexist remarks are played/written for laughs, they become part of a character’s makeup if s/he says them. Red and Jackie’s xenophobic remarks toward Fez are played/written for laughs, too. That doesn’t make Red and Jackie any less xenophobic.

I do think Kelso – stripped of Ashton’s charming, often hilarious portrayal – is an unlikable character for much of the show and generally not a “good guy”. But Ashton’s likability comes through Kelso, making it harder to discern just how awful Kelso truly is for most of the series. When I watch Kelso on T7S, I don’t grumble about his terrible behavior. I laugh at his antics and enjoy Ashton’s performance. It creates some cognitive dissonance, and I posted an interesting meta last night discussing that very phenomenon.

Below the cut is an extensive, thorough meta. Tuck in. :)

In season 1, Kelso does have a good friend moment in “Grandma’s Dead” (1x23). A man knocks Eric unconscious with one punch, and Kelso and Hyde avenge Eric’s honor and fight that man and his friends. Other than that, though, Kelso doesn’t demonstrate any real friendship to anyone. He’s focused on himself, Jackie (positively and negatively), and Laurie.

In “Drive-In” (1x08), Kelso almost has another good friend moment with Eric. Eric asks Kelso not to accompany him and Donna to a drive-in movie. But Kelso doesn’t follow-through because Jackie makes the opposite promise to Donna, and Kelso doesn’t put up much of a fight. Kelso and Jackie fool around in the back seat of the Vista Cruiser, making Eric and Donna uncomfortable.

Neither Jackie nor Kelso act like good friends in this episode, but Jackie’s the only one who tries to uphold her promise to Donna. She’s also the only one who acknowledges that she’s not “being a very good friend”. She repeatedly attempts to fend off Kelso’s amorous advances but ultimately gives into them.

In “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” (1x10), Eric needs help finishing a term-paper because he has to entertain his grandmother. Donna offers her, Hyde, and Kelso’s help to write it for him. Jackie offers to get her own essay (that she mistakenly believes is) on the same subject. Kelso, though, is determined to break up with her in that very moment. Unlike Donna, Hyde, and Jackie, he’s entirely self-focused.

In “Ski Trip” (1x13), Kelso cheats on Jackie the first time. He kisses Pam Macy behind the school gym, and Jackie breaks up with him (temporarily). He doesn’t show any remorse for what he did. He just wants Jackie to forgive him.

KITTY: Michael, what are you doing down here?KELSO: You know what? I think Eric actually went [to Jackie’s ski cabin without me]. What a jerk!KITTY: Well, why don’t you just go to Jackie’s cabin and talk to him?KELSO: Ican’t. I don’t have a car; and, besides,Jackie hates me forever because I kissed Pam Macy.KITTY: You know, when Mr. Forman and I were dating., I saw him kissing a girl in a movie theater once, and I forgave him.KELSO: You forgave him for kissing another girl?KITTY: Yes, sir. I mean, it wasn’t – it wasn’t so much kissing as it was a groping, sloppy, pawing, nibbling nightmare.KELSO: But, but you forgave him!KITTY: Yeah, I forgave the bastard!KELSO: Cool!

Kelso hitchhikes his way to Jackie’s cabin, not because he feels badly about hurting her. He wants to go skiing with his friends, confront Eric about Eric’s lack of loyalty to him, and to get Jackie’s forgiveness. When he reunites with Jackie, he still shows no remorse and doesn’t apologize.

JACKIE: You walked all the way here in the driving snowstorm just to be with me, didn’t you, Michael? And you would never, ever do that for Pam Macy, would you?KELSO: No?JACKIE: Lover..

Kelso’s forgiven because he guesses that, “No,” is the answer Jackie wants to hear. Basically, it’s dumb luck. Jackie interprets his journey to the cabin as evidence that he loves her. In other words, she suffers from confirmation bias.

In “That Wrestling Show” (1x15), Kelso takes advantage of Jackie’s fear he’ll break up with her now that they’ve had sex. He uses that fear to control her and order her around. That’s not what a good boyfriend – let alone what a good person -- does to someone he supposedly cares about.

Throughout season 1, Kelso demonstrates his lust for Laurie. She rejects him until “A New Hope” (1x20), where he initiates their first make-out. This episode takes place right after Kelso and Jackie reconcile in “Prom Night” (1x19). Likely only one week into their renewed relationship passes before he cheats on her again.

Laurie doesn’t force herself on him in “A New Hope”. She puts out a lure, implies – though not explicitly – that she’s interested in him, and he bites (well, kisses).

He doesn’t demonstrate that he’s a good guy in season 1. He’s consistently selfish. In the episodes and scenes where he isn’t selfish, with rare exception, he’s neutral. Not harming his friends but also not showing them loyalty, compassion, or generosity.

In comparison, during season 1 Eric shows Hyde significant loyalty, compassion, and generosity (particularly in “Punk Chick” [1x22] and “Hyde Moves In” [1x24]). He shows compassion and loyalty to Jackie in “The Pill” (1x17), and Jackie tries to be helpful to Eric in “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”. Donna is consistently a good friend to Eric and Hyde. Hyde and Fez are consistently good friends to each other. Hyde is variably a good friend to Eric and Donna and a selfish a-hole.

And Kelso has a single, solitary good friend moment in season 1, as described above.

Interesting to note: he doesn’t experience a significant amount of friendship from anyone else in return, either, during season 1. Eric, Hyde, and – to a lesser extent -- Donna badger him to dump Jackie. Hyde often talks condescendingly to Kelso as if Kelso’s an idiot. Fez calls Kelso a whore, etc.

The only moment of friendship toward Kelso in season 1 that stands out to me happens in “Water Tower” (1x21). Eric is concerned for Kelso’s well-being after Kelso falls off the water tower. Kelso’s wrist seems broken, and Eric tries to get his mom’s help (and is, as we know, traumatized by catching his parents in the middle of sex).

he suddenly became a sex obsessed pig in season 2.

Kelso is clearly sex-obsessed in season 1. He just doesn’t actually have sex until “Stolen Car” (1x14), but in “Drive-In” (1x08) Kelso has the following conversation with Eric:

ERIC: You and Jackie have done it, like, a million times!KELSO: True! Yeah, slid into home on the second date!

Eric’s line indicates that Kelso brags about having sex with Jackie often – and before this episode takes place. But Jackie’s dialogue to Donna during the same scene refutes these claims: “[Michael and I] have never done it! We got to third base once, and that was an accident!”

In “Sunday, Bloody Sunday,” Kelso is seconds away from breaking up with Jackie. Donna orders him not to, and he and Jackie make out right outside the basement door.

In “Eric’s Birthday” (1x02), Kelso becomes aroused just by being in Laurie’s presence. She’s wearing only a long sweatshirt, no pants, to cover her underwear.

LAURIE: If we were at the beach, you wouldn’t even notice me.HYDE: If we were at the beach, Kelso would be in the water right now.

Once she leaves the scene, Kelso interprets Laurie’s non-sexual dialogue about Eric’s surprise party as hitting on himself.

KELSO: Oh! Yeah! Your sister wants me! I mean you sawher coming onto me, right? Remember? I said, “Hello, Laurie,” and Laurie said…

FANTASY LAURIE: Hello, Kelso. I’m waiting. And I want you, baby, to take menow. I need it bad. I need it all night. And Momma loves her baby. I’mcompletely naked under this, and I’m hot for you, Kelso!

The writers clearly wrote that scene for laughs, but it also shows Kelso’s obsessed-with-sex (and with Laurie) mindset in second episode of the series.

Don’t you think this might be because he’s somewhat traumatized by Laurie’s invasion of his boundaries and emotional blackmailing and abuse?

I’m all about calling out toxic relationships in the show, whether the perpetrator is male or female (or where both parties act badly). What Laurie does to Kelso in “Red’s Last Day” (2x02) is unacceptable (I wrote a meta on it here). That scene was “played for laughs,” too, but it doesn’t invalidate the awfulness of what Laurie does. It doesn’t make her any less of a rapist. The characters’ actions and words are their actions and words.

I hope I’ve made clear now why “[Kelso’s] sexist remarks are mostly played for laughs” doesn’t make Kelso any less of a sexist. If he’s saying sexist remarks, they’re in his mind to say. Being a sexist is part of his character.

In real life, Laurie’s violation of Kelso and her subsequent manipulation and emotional blackmail of him would likely traumatize him. But as written on the show, it doesn’t. It’s not in the material, which is a shame. But That ‘70s Show is a comedy. The writers weren’t going to turn it into a drama or dramedy that dealt with trauma and recovery. That doesn’t make Laurie’s treatment of him, however, any less reprehensible.

Laurie’s not held accountable by T7S’s writers for what she does. They write Kelso as initially rejecting Laurie’s sexual advances in “Red’s Last Day” then quickly giving into pleasure and accepting it. His no turns into a yes. The meta I linked a few paragraphs up delves into this more thoroughly.

But in this meta here, I’ve already established that Kelso is sex-obsessed in season 1. Laurie doesn’t catalyze that aspect of him. He cheats on Jackie twice in season 1, brags about having sex to his friends that he’s not having. Doesn’t break up with Jackie because, in large part, he craves their sexual relationship. He probably would’ve been the same with any girl who fooled around with him. His lust isn’t Jackie-specific. But Jackie’s the only one offering (until Pam Macy and, later, Laurie).

What Laurie does do, however, is free him from the idea that he can have sex with only Jackie. Just before Laurie forces herself on him in “Red’s Last Day,” Kelso has the following fantasy.

PAUL ANKA: Yeah, with a ride [van] like this you must get a buttload of ladiesKELSO: Actually, Paul, I’m just with Jackie at the moment.PAUL: Just Jackie? What are you, an idiot?KELSO: Well […] I know that a fine machine like this would well snag me lots of pelt. But I love Jackie, and a real man can deny his man-instincts…

Part of him isn’t happy being monogamous. His heart seems loyal to Jackie, but his body isn’t. Later, he has the following exchange with Jackie:

KELSO: So I’d like to see other people!JACKIE: No.KELSO: What I mean to say is that you and I should see other people.JACKIE: No.KELSO: Okay … what if just I see other people?JACKIE: No.KELSO: Okay, okay!

This is actually one of Kelso’s most honorable moments on the show. He tries to get out of his relationship with Jackie so that he can pursue all the sex he wants. Not only that, he wants her to be free, too. Unlike in season 5, he doesn’t expect Jackie to be miserable and alone while he sleeps with whomever he wants.

But Kelso isn’t assertive enough to contend with Jackie’s controlling nature. He backs down, stays in a relationship with her, and pursues all the sex he wants anyway, just without her knowing.

I don’t fault him for saying, “What if just I see other people?” He’s giving her a choice by being honest about what he wants. He’s essentially saying, “This is what I’m going to do if we stay in a relationship. You can accept that or not.”

The problem isn’t that Kelso doesn’t want to be monogamous. It’s that once he agrees to be monogamous, he lies to Jackie about doing the opposite.

We learn in a subsequent episode that Kelso had “some side action” from a girl from Sacred Heart during his relationship with Jackie and affair with Laurie. In “I’m a Boy” (6x08), Kelso reveals he cheated on Jackie a lot more than we ever imagined. He interpreted Jackie’s annoyances at him as “breaks” that gave him permission to sleep with whoever he wants. But they weren’t officially broken up in those moments.

Throughout the series, Kelso is portrayed as a sex addict with little to no impulse control. Laurie doesn’t create that addiction him, but she opens the door to him acting on it fully.

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luciisthebest · 7 years

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Don't Betray Me Again

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Demon!Reader

Summary: Dean lays claim to the reader after she intentionally angers him.

Warnings: Smut (it’s awful I’m sorry), angst, language, violence.

Word Count: 1,279

A/N: I am so sorry. I’m not really sure why I wrote smut but it just kind of happened. Demon!Dean must just bring that out of me. I will be continuing the series so please feel free to let me know what you think of it.

Catch up here: Part 1 , Part 2

“Where is he?” Dean growled dangerously.

“He left.” You croaked out still rubbing your neck. Crowley must have done a lot of damage considering how long it was taking to heal.

Picking yourself up you faced him. “He wanted to ensure that I had the proper motivation to do my job. He was displeased that you got into a fight yesterday.” You glared at him.

You were now toe to toe with him. “And what job would that be?”

“I told you, he wants me to seduce you.” That wasn’t the whole truth but you were hoping that Dean would just accept your answer. Of course he didn’t.

“Well you have done that. Quite successfully. So why would he need to motivate you, unless there’s something your not telling me.” He pushed you up against the railing.

“Crowley wants me to distract you.” You admitted cowering.

Dean started laughing.

You looked at him in confusion. “Why are you laughing?” You snapped in annoyance.

“For once Crowley got it right. If there is any way for him to distract me its with you.” He lowered his mouth to your neck. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” He whispered against your neck.

You softly moaned causing him to smirk. You liked where this was going. But then Dean stopped. “I need a drink.” He stayed before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you down the stairs.

“What, wait I thought…” You trailed off.

Dean quirked his eyebrow and smugly smiled. “Oh I know sweetheart.” Then he dragged you all the way down to the car.

You didn’t understand why Dean had insisted you go to the bar. He was just sitting there doing shot after shot. Annoyed, you decided it was time he started paying attention to you. Getting up from your seat you approached the dance floor.

Scanning the dance floor, you found your man. You quickly walked up to him and whispered in his ear “want to dance pretty boy?” He grinned at you and then placed his hands on your hips.

You danced with the man for several minutes before glancing over at Dean. Dean’s eyes were glued to you as you danced. You watched as he clenched his jaw in anger and took another shot. It looked like you were going to have to take this one step farther. Grabbing the man’s hand you pulled him off the dance floor and led him to the back of the bar near the bathrooms. Honestly you had no interest in him, he was a piece of shit, but he was a means to an end. Pushing him up against the wall you began assaulting his lips. Within seconds you were ripped off the man.

Without a word Dean began punching the man. He swiftly pulled out the first blade and began stabbing the man over and over. The man had long since been dead by the time Dean was done. Blood had splattered all over him and all you wanted to do was lick it off of him, he looked so hot.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Dean warned before pushing you into the bathroom. “You’re mine” he growled in your ear. He then traced hot, wet kisses down your neck.

You moaned without even realizing it.

Dean stopped and looked up at you, his eyes completely black. “If you can’t stay quiet sweetheart, I’m going to have to gag you.” You quickly shut your mouth as he continued placing kisses on your neck. He already had you pinned up against the wall and was working his hand down to the front of your jeans.

“What’s with you always fucking me up against walls?” You gasped out.

Dean smirked and then unbuttoned your jeans working the zipper down. He quickly pushed your jeans and underwear down, and hastily began pulling his boxers and jeans down. “Now, remember to keep quiet, or I’ll have to punish you later.” He lifted you legs up off the ground and you wrapped them around his waist. You could feel his hard cock resting against your wet core and let out a small moan.

With a self satisfied smirk he slammed all the way into you, burying himself deep within your pussy. You accidentally let out a scream and Dean gave you a warning look. You bit down on your lip in an attempt to silence yourself. Dean was punishing you, for teasing him. He slammed into you with such force, that it bordered on pain. You loved every second of it and quietly begged him to continue. You grabbed onto his shoulders, your nails digging in. He groaned in response and you dug them in harder.

Small noises were beginning to escape your throat. You could tell Dean was also having a hard time staying quiet. So much so that he buried his head into your neck and gently bite down on your neck. You were beginning to feel the familiar heat of your orgasm building in your stomach.

Dean began thrusting harder and faster. “Fuck! Dean I’m gonna come!” He pushed into you harder causing the coil within you to snap. Your walls clenched around him as you began to orgasm. You orgasmed so harder that you blacked out for a few seconds. Dean pounded into you a few more times before you could feel him fill you up with his cum.

You put your feet back on the ground, trying to regain your balance. Dean quickly pulled out of you and got redressed.

Glaring at you Dean said “don’t ever do that again (y/n), you’re mine. Betray me like that again and I will kill you. Now get yourself cleaned up.” Dean then strode out of the bathroom leaving you there to clean up.

After cleaning up you grabbed your jeans and underwear off the floor. Quickly putting them back on you tried to make yourself presentable. Looking in the mirror you saw your hair was an absolute disaster and you had hickies all over your neck. Touching your neck you noticed in your reflection that your hands some how had blood on them. You weren’t quite sure how it got there. Turning the water on you began washing your hands. Over the sound of running water, you heard a noise causing you to startle.

“Hello darling.” Came Crowley’s voice.

Crap, he had already found out about the guy Dean had killed. You turned and faced him observing that he had brought two other demons with him.

“Now, wasn’t it just this morning that I warned you not to fail me again? Well you did, now I think it’s time for you to be replaced and taken care of.“ He nodded at the other two demons.

"Wait Crowley, I can fix this just give me another chance.” You pleaded.

Crowley just smirked at you. The two demons pushed you into the corner. You tried to fight them off but they quickly overpowered you. Realizing that there was no to escape you attempted to scream, but right as you opened your mouth, one of the demons hit you on the back of the head knocking you out cold.

Pain pounded through your head and arms. You slowly began to regain consciousness and your eyes fluttered open. This was it you were going to die. You’d kind yourself hanging from the ceiling in chains. This was how you would finally die, like an animal, chained up and waiting for your master.

Part 4

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