#but you have to have an insane jealousy problem to accuse your boyfriend of trying to fuck his friends mom whos old enough to be his grandma
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I like possessive characters, but if an irl partner even told me to delete (x gender) contacts from my phone I think I'd just hit them on the head with a big rock
#my buddy's girl tried doing this. when he brought up my mom she was like “oh you gonna fuck her too” like ??? MY MOMS 59 HES 21#like when one partner CONSTANTLY accuses the other of cheating when they didn't its just. so infuriating. genuinely the fuck grow up#i think the only reason why she hasn't tried to accuse me is because she knows im trans lmfao. whatever#but you have to have an insane jealousy problem to accuse your boyfriend of trying to fuck his friends mom whos old enough to be his grandma#like come ON. grow a fucking BRAIN#why do my friends always end up with the most batshit insane partnets please end my suffering#faust rants 🔥
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JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The JoJos: Josuke, Giorno, and Johnny)
Josuke
Jealous Josuke is an emotional wreck. He’s rage and paranoia personified. He wants to be a good boyfriend. He really does, but every time he sees you with that guy, he feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s in constant flux between flying into a rage and having a full on panic attack. You love him, right? So why hang all over that guy so much? Are you cheating on him? You wouldn’t do that to him, would you? He sure hopes not because he doesn’t know what he’d do if that was true. He’s pretty sure he’d go insane though. Every moment you two aren’t together he’s wondering if you’re with that guy or not. His imagination goes wild, taking his thoughts to places he doesn’t want them to go.
Are you in love with that guy?
Are you going to leave him?
Are you cheating on him?
Are you cheating on him right now?
Are you cheating?
Are you cheating?
Are you cheating on him?!!!
It was lunch break. Josuke had left the classroom to roam the mostly empty halls. He couldn’t sit in the classroom with Okuyasu constantly asking him what was wrong. He needed to be alone to think. He needed to decide what to do. He just needed to calm down first. It was proving very difficult to do so, though, as thoughts of you in the track star’s arms kept popping into his thoughts. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache that was forming. HIs hair was a mess and for once, he didn’t even care.
He was startled by the feeling of a hand touching his shoulder. He whirled around and his bloodshot eyes locked onto the form of Yukako.
“Koichi is worried about you.” She said with a stern tone, almost as if she was accusing him of something.
It took a few moments for her words to sink in for Josuke.
“Huh? Worried? Why?” Josuke asked.
Yukako ran her fingers through her long black locks in a casual manner before she answered.
“You’ve been acting like you’re on the verge of a mental breakdown for days now. I’ve noticed it as well.” she said. “What’s going on, Josuke?”
Josuke sighed. First Okuyasu, now both Koichi and Yukako? He guessed he wasn’t really hiding his feelings very well. Well, he wasn’t really trying to.
“I think she might be cheating on me.” he blurted out before he could stop himself. He gritted his teeth and his hands began to tremble. Just saying it out loud made him want to go on a rampage.
Yukako noticed the way his fingers twitched and the way his jaw tightened. She knew that level of fury all too well. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest.
“You mean your girlfriend? Cheating with who? With that muscle head from the track team? The one with the terrible bleached hair? The one I always see her talking with when you aren’t around?” she said, bracing herself for what she suspected would come next.
Sure enough at the mention of the hated rival, Josuke’s rage exploded like a volcano. He slammed a fist into a nearby locker, caving the door in to the point that it popped off of the hinges. He stood there panting heavily for a moment before summoning Crazy Diamond to fix the door. He didn’t know whose locker it belonged to, but he figured that a random student shouldn’t have to pay for his tantrum.
Yukako felt a drop of cold sweat run down the back of her neck. She wondered if her own tantrums had that same effect on those around her. Poor Koichi. She waited for Josuke to look calm enough for it to be safe to speak to him again.
“I’m not the type to interfere in the problems of other couples, but seeing you like this upsets my Koichi, so I’ll give you some advice…” she began.
Josuke thought Yukako was the last person to have any business giving anyone advice on romance, but he listened to what she had to say anyway. It wasn’t like he was coming up with any solutions on his own.
“Kick his ass.” she said simply.
Well, he should’ve seen that coming.
“Let me rephrase that… Give him a warning. One warning. Tell him to stay away from what’s yours, and if he can’t follow that one, simple request… kick his ass.” she said, her eyes and voice taking on a steely edge.
Josuke mulled over what she said. It was such a simple answer, he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it. Of course he couldn’t just beat some dude up for no reason… but he did have a reason, didn’t he? That lowlife spent way too much time with his babe for his liking. Always stealing her time from him… giving him a warning first made things fair… Surprisingly, Yukako’s advice made perfect sense.
“Don’t just think about it, Josuke. You need to confront him. Tell him to back off and enforce it if you need to.”
Yukako turned and started to walk back to the classroom before turning back to him and adding,
“And then you need to talk to her. Remind her of who she belongs to. If you don’t set her straight… you’ll lose her.”
Those last three words chilled Josuke to his very core. He stared after Yukako as she walked away from him. Putting the jock in his place made sense, but was Yukako implying that he needed to… “get rough” with you? Josuke wasn’t sure that he would, or could, take things that far. He did plan to talk to you about it though. He was going to have to explain to you how you made him feel whenever you spent too much time around other guys. More than that, he had to make sure that all these fears of you cheating on him were just in his head and not a terrible reality.
Josuke made up his mind. He was going to take Yukako’s advice. He’d find out where that bleach tipped jock hung out and confront him after school. He’d have to be careful, though. If he ended up having to pulverize him, he didn’t want word of that getting back to you. You were understanding, kind, and open minded, but he didn’t think you’d be happy to hear that he’d beaten one of your friends to a pulp. Why were you friends with that guy anyway? Wasn’t he enough?
Josuke shook his head furiously. No, he couldn’t go thinking like that again. He’d work himself back into a frenzy. He needed to think clearly. He was going to have to be patient and wait. He’d feel a lot better once he’d made sure that scumbag left you alone for good. He was going to hate it, but he needed to avoid you until then. As much as he needed to bury himself into your embrace, he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. He was still angry and the last thing he wanted to do was blow up in your face, blaming you for doing something he still wasn’t sure you were guilty of yet. He just didn’t know what he’d do if he found out anything funny went on between you and that piece of shit. He would go insane. He’d go insane and it would be all your fault.
He spent the rest of the school day twitching with barely restrained fury.
Finally the end of the school day came and Josuke couldn’t get out of the classroom fast enough. He spotted you briefly but was careful enough to stay out of your range of sight. He spotted his true target talking to a group of boys coming out of the gym. That was him! The guy you were (might) be leaving him for. There wasn’t anything special about him. Sure he was a bit on the buff side, but Josuke’s muscles were just as good! Besides, it didn’t matter whose muscles were bigger, Josuke could still win in a real fight. All this guy could do was run. What could a mere high school athlete do against someone who fought with the most dangerous people in the world on a daily basis? What could he do against someone with a Stand like Crazy Diamond? Nothing! That’s what! And Josuke was going to prove it! Tonight! He waited for the other boys to leave before he made his move.
“Hey, you!” Josuke called to the track star.
The boy cast a confused look at Josuke, not understanding the cause of the hostile tone he was being given. Josuke told him to meet him at sunset out in the rice fields, describing the same one where Jotaro had taken him to hunt the rats, explaining that he had something important to talk about. Those fields were far from prying eyes. No one ever went out there except the farmers during harvest and planting season. There wouldn’t be any witnesses to what Josuke was going to do to the chump… if he had to. (He really hoped he would have to.) The boy agreed to meet Josuke, already feeling that the delinquent was challenging him to a fight for some unknown reason. The boy rose to the challenge eagerly, refusing to be intimidated by Josuke.
Josuke stood in the middle of the field, staring out at the horizon as the sky changed colors. The sun had fully dipped behind the treetops, but its light still hung in the sky, not wanting to give up the fight against the nighttime so easily. Just like him. He wasn’t about to let some lunkhead steal you away from him. And he wasn’t letting you go for anyone else either. He wouldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give you up to anyone!
“What’s this about, Higashikata?”
Josuke looked over his shoulder at the boy, his expression a cold look of contempt.
“I want you to stay away from my girl. Don’t hang around her. Don’t talk to her. Don’t even look at her.” Josuke said simply.
What he did next would depend on how the boy responded. If he agreed, there wouldn’t be any problem. If he didn’t, well…
The boy gave Josuke a confused, disgusted look before letting out a sharp bark of a laugh.
“Oh my God.” He said. “I never pegged you to be one of those types of boyfriends!”
Josuke turned to face the boy fully.
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded, his anger starting to simmer to a boil.
“It means that you’re an asshole, obviously.” the boy scoffed with an obnoxious roll of his eyes.
“What kind of boyfriend I am isn’t any of your concern. I told you to stay away from her. So what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna leave her alone, or am I gonna have to get my point across in a different way?” Josuke said in a warning tone.
“I won’t have to leave her alone.” the boy said with another scoff. “If you’re this pathetic and clingy, she’ll end up leaving you anyway.”
Josuke felt something inside of his mind give way and a flood of the most horrible thoughts and feelings rushed forth like a tidal wave. None of it showed on his face though. Only a slight look of disdain as he raised his chin slightly to look down his nose at the subhuman pile of dogshit in front of him.
The boy fell to his side as his right leg snapped like a dry twig. The lower shin bone jutted out of the flesh of his leg gruesomely. The boy screamed, clutching his ruined leg and writhing in pain. Crazy Diamond hovered over the boy waiting for the mental order to break his other leg.
Josuke sighed, closing his eyes in mock frustration.
“Man, you really know how to say the wrong thing, don’t you?” he said, ignoring the boy’s screams.
He was answered with more screaming. Josuke just stared at the boy, his blue eyes empty and cold. Normally, he wouldn’t be able to handle the sight or sounds before him. He didn’t like watching people suffer. This was different though. This wasn’t a person in front of him. It was a thing. A nasty, squealing thing that was trying to take his happiness away from him. It was a worthless speck of filth that wanted to dirty up his world. He wanted it to hurt and scream and bleed and DIE!!
“All you had to do was say that you’d leave my girl alone. That’s it. I don’t think that was really too much to ask, was it?” Josuke said, his voice as expressionless as his face.
“But I’m feeling a little bit lenient today, so I’ll give you a chance. I’ll let you go if you can outrun me, but the trick is that you have to do it on that broken leg. I’ll even give you two chances, but only two, because you don’t really deserve three. If you fall over, or I catch up to you, then you lose and I punish you. Strike one, I break your other leg. Strike two, though, I break your spine. So you better be able to get away from me or you’re gonna permanently lose your title of track star.”
The boy stared up at Josuke through terrified, tear-filled eyes, unable to process the madness of what he’d just been told.
“On your mark…” Josuke said.
The boy braced himself in a stance as best he could on his shattered leg. This was insane! He knew he couldn’t get away, but he had to try.
“Get set…”
The boy wobbled dangerously, his leg throbbing with pain and bleeding everywhere. He felt like he would throw up any moment.
“GO!”
The boy flopped over, unable to even stand on his ruined leg.
Josuke shook his head.
“Didn’t even make it past the starting line. I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” He mocked.
The boy tried to crawl away as Josuke loomed over him. His left leg arched upward in a grisly way as Crazy Diamond stomped down on his kneecap, reducing it to powder. Another round of tortured screaming issued forth from the boy. Josuke just looked on with an uninterested gaze.
“Ready for round two?” Josuke asked.
The boy stopped screaming and began to shout at Josuke.
“You insane fuck!” He cried. “You psychopathic piece of shit!”
The boy didn’t have any clue just how Josuke was putting him through this torment. He was just standing there! How could he hurt him without even touching him?
Josuke raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, I’m giving you a chance here and now you’re gonna swear at me? Not sure if you deserve a second chance. Maybe I should just break your spine anyway?”
“Go ahead if you think it will do anything!” the boy screamed at him in a moment of defiance. “Paralyze me if you think it matters, but when I’m lying on a hospital bed, I’ll make sure everybody knows that it was you that did this to me! Everybody will know what a fucked up monster you are, including that girl of yours. She’ll hate you! She’ll be so sick of you for what you did that she’ll leave you and--”
He was cut off by Josuke’s fist slamming into his jaw, cracking it.
“YOU JUST DON’T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT THE HELL UP, DO YOU?” Josuke thundered, his face contorted with so much rage that he looked downright demonic. “LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH THROUGH A BROKEN JAW! HUH?! YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY NOW?! YOU SACK OF SHIT!!!”
What did this guy know? You weren’t going to leave him! You wouldn’t! You couldn’t! This loser didn’t know what he was talking about!!
He wanted to keep hitting him. He wanted to pummel his stupid face until there was nothing left of it but scraps of meat and bits of bone. He wanted to splatter his brains all over the ground and soak the dirt with his blood. But he didn’t. Somehow he managed to reign in his anger. He knew that if he kept hitting him, he would kill him. Not that he cared about the punk’s worthless life, but his reputation (especially with you) would be in shambles. His friends would never forgive him. His mother… he didn’t even want to think about how she’d react. You, though. You would hate him and fear him. He couldn’t live with that.
So instead, Josuke had Crazy Diamond methodically torture his rival. His spine was broken, as promised, but so were his ribs, his arms, the tiny bones in his hands and feet, his fingers, his toes… each bone was slowly and methodically shattered, until the boy was begging for it to end. That’s all Josuke needed to hear.
He allowed Crazy Diamond to heal the boy and the Stand did so, though reluctantly. The boy was stunned. Taking full advantage of his now healed legs, the boy clamored to his feet and started to run. He was grabbed by Crazy Diamond.
“Ah! What is this?” He cried. “What’s happening?! Something’s got me!”
He struggled to break free from the invisible hold, but it was too strong. He shrank in on himself as Josuke approached him.
“Y-You were breaking my bones without touching me… Then suddenly I’m healed and now I feel like I’ve been grabbed by something I can’t see! How are you doing this? W-what the hell are you?” he said with a whimper of terror.
Josuke glared at him. He was afraid. Good. Maybe now he’ll finally listen to reason.
“Doesn’t matter.” Josuke answered. “All that matters is whether or not you plan to keep pressing your luck. Are you going to leave my girl alone or do I have to give you another round of pain?”
“I-I’ll l-leave her alone. I’ll do what y-you say. Just… please… l-let me g-go…” he stammered, exhaustion evident in his voice.
Crazy Diamond released the boy, and he dropped to his knees. He looked up as Josuke stood in front of him.
“Now, you’re gonna go about your life pretending that this little encounter didn’t happen.” Josuke warned. “If word of what happened today gets out, I’m not gonna be happy with you. Especially if my girl finds out about it. If I find out that you talked, I’ll find you. And you won’t like what happens when I do. Do I make myself clear?”
The boy nodded.
“I won’t tell. I w-won’t tell anyone.” he stammered.
Josuke’s expression suddenly brightened. His lips stretched into a deceptively friendly smile.
“Good! Now run home, and forget all about this.”
The track star did just that, putting his well trained (and now unbroken) legs to good use. He ran the entire way home.
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Things had been very strange for you for the last few days. First of all, Josuke seemed as though he was actively avoiding you lately. When you spoke to him, he always seemed to have a manic look in his eyes, as well as a need to rush through the conversation in order to get away from you as soon as possible. Okuyasu told you that Josuke was acting like that around him and Koichi, too. Today was really strange, though. You hadn’t seen Josuke all day and for the last half of the day, Yukako kept giving you suspicious looks. You had no idea what you had done to have her keep looking at you that way, but you made it a point to stay out of her way for the rest of the day. For all you knew, you probably accidentally gave Koichi too many compliments or something. You were more worried about your boyfriend and what you could have done to make him act like he wanted nothing to do with you. You were going to have to talk to him about it. You had a terrible feeling that he might be planning to break up with you.
Imagine your surprise, when Josuke showed up at your window later that night. He looked disheveled and had a wild look in his eye. His precious pompadour was in a disarray, long, loose, strands had broken free and dangled in his face. Curious, you let him into your room. Once he climbed all the way into your room, he was all over you. He grabbed you up in a tight embrace and planted a desperate, needy kiss on your lips. When that kiss ended, he kissed you again, and again, and again.
“I missed you.” he whispered.
“I can tell.” You quipped. “Here I was, thinking you were sick of me.”
Josuke let go of you.
“You thought I was sick of you?” he asked, sounding surprised.
“You’ve been avoiding me for days now.” You explained to him. “Every time I talked to you, you acted like you wanted to be anywhere else but near me. You stopped calling me and you wouldn’t pick up the phone when I tried to call you. Your Mom would answer and tell me you were busy. Then, today I didn’t see you at all. Is there something going on, Josuke?”
Josuke gave you such a desperate look just then. He grabbed you by the shoulders and led you to the bed where he made you sit. He sat down next to you and grasped your hands.
“I need you to be honest with me.” Josuke said.
You gave him a concerned look but nodded your head.
“Sure, Josuke.” You said, growing worried.
“Would you ever leave me for someone else?” He blurted out, not even hesitating to confess his worst fear to you. “Would you cheat on me?”
You stared at him in disbelief. That was why he’d been avoiding you? Did he suspect you’d found someone else? Had he truly lost his ability to trust you? What on earth had happened to make him feel this way?
“Josuke…” you began.
“Just tell me the truth!” He shouted, a frightened, anguished tone to his voice. “Please, babe! I need to hear you say the words!!”
You sighed. He needed confirmation of your loyalty. It hurt your heart to think that he felt that you would do something so deplorable as cheat on him, but that miserable look on his face made it impossible to hold it against him. For someone that seemed to be as tough as diamond, his heart could shatter so easily.
“Josuke, I love you to pieces.” You say plainly. “I don’t know what I could have done to make you lose your trust in me, but I’m sorry. I would never do something like that to you. I’d never even dream of it.”
Josuke seemed to deflate like a balloon and collapsed against you. You almost fell over from the sudden weight. You put your arms around him and held him close. His chest was heaving and you could hear his breath hitch. He was crying.
“Jojo?” You asked, using his nickname for once. Sensitive as Josuke was, he hardly ever cried. It took something really bad to make him like this. It must have been bothering him a lot.
“Thank God.” he sobbed. “I thought… I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the only thing in the world that makes me feel sane anymore. When I’m with you, I can feel normal. I don’t have to think about how it feels like my life’s gone to shit. I get so tired of how crazy everything is now. I just want to feel like a normal human being again!”
His words caused a thrill of discomfort to shoot through your very soul. That sounded… well… not very healthy. You opened your mouth to say something to him but you found yourself suddenly staring up into his tear streaked face. He wore a manic expression that chilled you to the bone.
“Promise me that you’ll stay with me forever!” he said. It was a demand. There was no option to deny him.
“I-I promise, Josuke.” You stammered, shocked at how unhinged he was behaving and beginning to fear for your safety.
“You’ll promise what?” Josuke ground out, his voice taking on a threatening tone that caused goosebumps to break out across your skin.
“I-I promise to s-stay with you forever, Josuke!” You said.
He sighed in relief and closed his eyes tightly, before crushing you to his chest.
“I knew. I knew you wouldn’t betray me like that.” he said. “I just had to hear you say it. I had to be sure. I knew you’d tell me the truth. I knew you’d never lie to me, would you, babe?”
“Of c-course not…” you said, terrified of what he’d do if he didn’t like your response.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” He said, holding you so close that it was starting to hurt.
“If you did… if you lied to me… or tried to leave me… I’d lose my damn mind.” he said, his voice shaking and sounding completely unhinged.
“Then… I just don’t know what I’d do.”
Giorno
Jealous Giorno is going to do anything he can to bring your attention back to him. He’ll be like a peacock spreading his feathers in a not-so-subtle attempt to earn your affections. He’s had his eye on you since he became Don, and seeing you always hanging around that lowly con man set his blood on fire. He made it a point to use whatever methods were at his disposal to find out exactly what kind of men you found attractive. You liked men with long hair? He stopped wearing his hair in a braid, letting the long, blonde locks flow over his shoulders. When he found out what your favorite color was, he had all of his new suits tailored to be in various shades of that color. After a while, he noticed, to his delight, that his efforts were having an effect on you.
“I see you started wearing your hair down, sir.” you said, feeling awkward about starting a casual conversation with the most powerful man in Italy.
Giorno turned to you with soft eyes and a gentle smile. You were actually speaking to him! Though, he didn’t care for your formal tone.
“You may call me Giorno, if you like.” He said. “Do you like it? My hair, I mean.”
“Uh, yes… it looks very nice.” You stammered, trying to keep your composure but failing miserably. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You were embarrassing yourself in front of a very dangerous man and you hated yourself for it.
Giorno felt like his heart had sprouted wings. Your shyness was very unbecoming of someone in your profession, but to him, it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
“No need to be so shy.” He said, teasingly. “You don’t have to be so stiff and formal when you speak to me.”
He motioned for you to sit, waving to the ornate chair in front of his desk.
“Here, sit. Would you like some tea?”
You timidly took a seat as you were told.
“Yes. Thank you.” You answered.
This went on for a while, with Giorno making subtle changes to himself in order to gain your favor. But he was becoming frustrated. No matter what he did, you still stubbornly stayed by the con man’s side. Why? What was he missing? What else did he need to do? You couldn’t actually be in love with that low life, could you? What could a man like that possibly give you that he couldn’t? What could possibly be keeping you by his side?
A little more research into your life and he found the answer. Ah. So you were the con man’s bodyguard. And… you were a Stand user. How interesting. Once he found that out, GER seemed very interested in meeting your Stand. Giorno realized he wasn’t the only one with a crush.
Giorno decided to get in touch with your current employer to see about discussing an exchange. Money solved most problems, didn’t it? It shouldn’t be too hard to convince your boss to relinquish your services to him.
Once Giorno had the con man in front of him, it took so much effort and all of his sense of professionalism to keep from scowling at him. He was a wormy, greasy snotball of a human being with a cowardly disposition. His nervous eyes flicked around the room to where Mista and a few other gangsters in Giorno’s employ stood up against the walls, staring back at him menacingly.
A suitcase was placed on Giorno’s desk in front of the con man. He eyed it suspiciously but made no move to open it. He looked up at Giorno with worry in his eyes.
“If I give you my bodyguard, then I won’t have anyone watching my back” the con man whined “I’ve scammed a lot of people in my day and some of those guys are dangerous. Dangerous and pissed off at me. I can’t afford…”
“Why don’t you actually look at what I’m offering you before you complain about what you can’t afford?” Giorno interrupted, trying his best to quell his growing irritation.
The con man glanced from Giorno down to the suitcase. Timidly, warily, he loosened the latches and slowly opened the suitcase. His eyes lit up like the New York skyline.
“You can have her.” he said, digging his hands into the cash. He pulled out stacks of bills and looked at them like they were rare works of art. Giorno’s eyes darkened at how easily swayed the man was. He was just another greed driven criminal that viewed human lives as nothing more than tools or products to be bought and sold. Of course, Giorno was no better. He was the one buying you after all. Still, to think of you working under such a man made his skin crawl.
“Then I suppose we have no more business together. You may take your leave.” Giorno said, wanting the speck of living filth out of his sight as soon as possible.
The con man put the bills back in the suitcase and slammed it closed. He snatched it up and grinned at Giorno.
“With this much cash I won’t need a bodyguard anyway! I’ve got enough money to buy my own personal army now! It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Giovanna!” he chirped happily.
“The pleasure is all yours, I assure you.” Giorno muttered under his breath.
If the con man heard him, he didn’t acknowledge it. He held the suitcase under his arm and started for the door.
“Don’t know why you want to spend so much money on her anyway. She’s a great bodyguard, but not good for much else.” the con man said over his shoulder.
“What do you mean by that?” Giorno said. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Bit of a prude. Not interested in having any fun, if you know what I mean.” Said the con man while making a lewd gesture with his hands.
Girono felt his teeth grind against each other.
“Yes I think I know exactly what you mean.” he growled. “I believe you were on your way out.”
The con man cast him another grin and left.
Giorno snapped his head in the direction of his second in command.
“Mista,” he said.
The gunman gave a nod and headed for the door.
“What? Really?!” came a cry of surprise by one of the other gangsters. “But he took the money!”
He was a rookie in the group, but he should still know better than to speak out of turn. Giorno affixed him with a glare that had him snapping his jaw closed and staring at the floor. The two thugs on either side of him sidled a few inches away from him. The rookie seemed like he was trying to become one with the wall, but he didn’t say anymore.
Giorno turned away from him. He would discipline that fool later.
A day passes, and you get the word that your boss has been murdered. It’s assumed that one of his past victims finally caught up with him. It wasn’t long after that that you were contacted by Giorno. Now, you found yourself sitting in front of Giorno as he offered you a small smile. His eyes were alight with something that resembled glee. You couldn’t imagine why he seemed so happy and you weren’t about to ask.
“It’s come to my attention that you are in need of a job,” he said. “I’ve decided to offer you a place by my side… as my bodyguard!” he said, adding the last part rather quickly.
You looked up at him and he had such a calm, placid look on his face. His eyes though, had a strange urgent look to them. It was almost as if he was trying to mentally will you to say yes. You thought for a moment, weighing your options. The thing was, you really didn’t have any options. Your original boss was out of the picture, and as much as you didn’t like the man, he paid well. And strangely, nobody else had been willing to hire you within the organization. They kept saying things like, “You don’t have the credentials” or “You don’t have enough experience”. Lies. Not only that, but they all seemed very nervous about your presence. They all seemed like they just wanted to get rid of you. You don’t know what could have happened to cause your reputation to plummet so severely that no one would hire you, but it put you in a very bad position. You owed people money. You owed very dangerous people a lot of money. You looked back up at Giorno.
“When do you want me to start, Mr. Giovana?” you asked.
It seemed like the entire room sighed with relief, even though only you and Giorno were in the room.
“I’m very glad to hear it, though I believe I told you to call me Giorno,” he said. His smile was friendly enough, but there was a slight edge to his voice that made you feel that the request was actually an order.
“I’m sorry, Giorno.” You said, correcting yourself.
His smile brightened.
Once you were actually in his employ, your life suddenly took a turn for the better. Everyone you owed money to, suddenly dropped any obligations you had to them. Your bills were paid, and even your groceries were bought for you and delivered to your door. You were provided with expensive and opulent jewelry, clothing, and anything else you could possibly want or need. No one else that you worked for ever went this far for you. And as much as you appreciated what he was doing for you, you were starting to feel a little suffocated.
There was another problem with your new job. As time passed, you could feel yourself developing feelings for Giorno that went well past what was professional. You stifled it as best as you could but with every moment you spent by Giorno’s side, it became more and more difficult. Developing feelings in a job like this was dangerous. Love dulled a person’s sense of reasoning, and you couldn’t afford to lose focus. It could cost you your life. Not only that, but there was always the risk of losing the one you loved. You didn’t think you could handle losing someone you were really in love with. Furthermore, you didn’t want to die and leave a grieving loved one behind.
Giorno seemed adamant about developing a friendship with you though. You thought it odd. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever worked for. When he asked your opinion on something he seemed genuinely interested in your thoughts. Sometimes he would even make changes based on your opinions alone.
Giorno seemed to have three sides to him. One was the cold, business like persona he presented to his underlings. The second was the persona of the old friend that he showed only to his closest and most trusted allies. The third was the persona he showed only to you. This side of him was the strangest. He would only reveal this side of himself when it was just the two of you and on days where there were no pressing matters to deal with. He would talk with you for hours about all kinds of things. Eventually, these conversations between the two of you began to get more revealing.
One night, when the two of you were alone, Giorno opened up to you about something he had never shared with anyone. He told you about his neglectful mother and his abusive stepfather. He told you about wanting to find out who his real father was and even showed you the picture he had in his wallet. The image of the mysterious man gave you shuddering chills that resembled the one you got whenever Giorno gave someone that certain glare that he had. After being told something so intimately private, you found yourself opening up to him as well. You told him about your own lack of a father and your drug addicted mother. You told him about how as a small child you would scream and beg for her to feed you only for her to stare you dead in the eyes while she wordlessly jabbed another needle in her arm. You told him about how you came close to starving to death many times. You told him about how you found your mother dead from an overdose one day and had to live on the streets. Then one day, you got so sick you thought you were going to die, only to miraculously recover and find that you had developed your Stand. From there, you began using your Stand to do odd jobs to keep yourself fed and rent an apartment. You eventually got swept up into mob business and the rest is history.
You never told anyone else that story, not because you didn’t want anyone to know about your past, but because you didn’t think anyone else would care. Giorno cared. He told you about how he got involved with the mafia in the first place. He told you of how he met Bruno Bucciarati, and how he planned to rid the streets of illegal drugs. He vowed to you then and there that he would make sure that no other child would have to endure what you went through due to your mother’s addiction.
From there, the relationship you had with Giorno became less and less professional. Of course the two of you maintained a respectable distance from each other when around others that weren’t a part of Girono’s inner circle but, behind closed doors, when it was only the two of you, Giorno seemed to revert to being a needy child. He started making more and more physical contact with you, and for once, you allowed it. It wasn’t the first time a boss of yours tried to get physical with you, but their touches disgusted you and you refused them everytime. Giorno’s touches were so innocent and timid. It was almost as if he was afraid you would strike him if he got too close. He never did anything to make you uncomfortable and his touches were always gentle. He would only ever touch your hand, or hug onto your arm in the beginning. Eventually he got bolder and would embrace you in full hugs or lean up against you, resting his head on your shoulder where he would end up falling asleep. The level of trust he put into you if he was willing to fall asleep in your presence was touching. In this line of work, trust was something you didn’t sneeze at.
Giorno never attempted to cross the line with you. So when he ever felt the need to initiate physical contact, you would freeze up and let him do so at his own pace. You treated it as if you were being sniffed by a deer or rabbit or any other skittish and easily frightened animal. Giorno was certainly frightened. He feared rejection. Your rejection. So you made it a point to never push him away. And for his part, he never gave you a reason to. It was safe to say that your feelings for him had fully developed past a simple crush.
Apparently you weren’t the only one who felt that way. One night, you entered Giorno’s office to find that the lights had been dimmed and there were candles everywhere. Giorno’s desk and the other furniture had been rearranged to make room for a table and chairs. On the table was a lavish meal with wine and even dessert. Giorno sat in one of the chairs, looking at you expectantly. He wore an opulent version of his usual suit (in your favorite color) and his hair was impeccable. It framed his face beautifully. The ringlets that usually adorned his forehead had been loosened and hung in curly strands against his face. You blushed at the sight of him.
He proposed to you that night. You were surprised, but you didn’t hesitate to say yes. That’s how you found yourself on a yacht headed out to a private island with him for your honeymoon. Little did you know that once you got to the beautiful and sprawling villa he had set up there, you would not be leaving. Now that Giorno finally had you, he decided that he no longer wanted you putting yourself in harm’s way for him. You were his bodyguard no longer. You were his wife and he wanted you to live in luxury and safety. So he would clip your wings and put you in your gilded cage. You would be cared for and provided for and have nothing but the best of everything at your fingertips… but you would never know freedom again.
Johnny
Jealous Johnny is hostile and passive aggressive.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Johnny spits as you bring your friend to the camp.
Since you joined up with Johnny and Gyro in the Steel Ball Run race, Johnny’s mood has improved greatly. You’ve given him a new lease on life and make him feel like he’s actually got something to live for again. It helps that you talk to him as a person and not just treat him like a helpless invalid.
So when that rancher starts showing up at all the races and taking all your attention, it gives him such an uncomfortable, sour feeling in his belly. Don’t you know that guy isn’t just a fan? His crush on you is so painfully obvious it’s sickening! Why can’t you see how he’s manipulating you? Always buying you expensive dinners and clothes and things! You’re in a race through wilderness and rugged plains, for Christ’s sake! What do you need a velvet shawl for? All that jewelry will make you a target for bandits! It’s so obvious to Johnny that the rancher is trying to steal you away from him!
Johnny doesn’t know how to handle his jealousy. He becomes moody whenever you aren’t around and Gyro worries that he’ll go back into a depressive state. Johnny’s demeanor always brightens when you’re back with them though. Of course, when you keep talking about your fancy fanboy, Johnny starts getting snappy.
“Do you ever stop talking about that guy?” He grumbles. “Why don’t you marry him already, since you like him so much?”
“He’s already asked me to.” You say.
Johnny almost falls off of Slow Dancer, while you and Gyro laugh your asses off.
Johnny doesn’t think it’s so funny. Once he gets himself back in the saddle correctly, he sends a glare your way.
“Tell him no!” He all but screams at you.
Both you and Gyro stop laughing to give him looks of shock. Johnny takes a few minutes to compose himself before he explains.
“At least… at least wait until the race is over…” he said, not making eye contact with either of you.
“Well… that was the plan.” you responded, giving Gyro a confused look. The Italian just shrugged and returned your expression.
“Besides, I don’t even know what I’m going to tell him. I’m not even sure I feel that way about him.”
Johnny didn’t respond. He stared straight ahead at the road over the top of Slow Dancer’s head. Her ears flicked nervously, as if she could sense her rider’s feelings. Johnny’s mind was churning with all manner of unpleasant things. The thought of what you would do after the race was always on the forethought of his mind. Gyro would go back to Italy, that much he knew. There was always that part of him that didn’t want Gyro to go, but Johnny didn’t really feel it was his place to keep his mentor away from his previous obligations. You were a different story. You were in the same boat as Johnny, disowned by your parents and all alone. You didn’t have a reason to leave once the race was over. Where would you even go anyway?
The rancher was a problem. If you decided to marry him, you’d have a reason to leave. You’d run off with your rich fanboy… and he’d never see you again. He’d be all alone… just like always. Johnny felt his heart clench. For the rest of the day he’s unable to even look at you.
When you had the gall to bring your rancher friend to the camp, Johnny was not happy. When you suggested that the rancher join up with the group for the duration of the race, it took all of Johnny’s self restraint to keep from shooting both you and your rancher fanboy. Fortunately, Gyro seemed skeptical about the idea as well. The Italian pointed out that they didn’t need an extra party member. Not only that, but they had no reason to trust the rancher. Gyro thought it very suspicious that he was always in every town they went to. He thought that the idea of the rancher being merely a fan of yours was too convenient of an excuse.
Good ol’ Gyro, always coming through! Johnny thought.
But the rancher pulled Gyro aside and had a long conversation with the Spin user. The longer Gyro spent talking to the man, the less of a suspicious scowl he bore. By the time they were done talking, Gyro was smiling. In a matter of moments, Gyro was loudly welcoming the newcomer to the group. Johnny made no attempt to protest. He just fumed in silence.
Dammit, Gyro! He thought. You were supposed to be on my side!
Johnny’s insides felt like they had turned to lava. His stomach and chest burned and this time it wasn’t due to Gyro’s cooking. It had been a few days since the rancher had joined the group and it seemed that both you and Gyro had been won over by his charms. Johnny was forced to watch as you and Gyro trailed along beside the rancher, hanging on his every word. Johnny rolled his eyes at the sight. You both looked so pathetic following him around like puppies. What’s worse is that he seemed to be the only one doing any work anymore.
“Sure, I’ll put up the tents all by myself!” he yelled, bitterness very clear in his voice. “You guys can just have your little chat. Just let the guy in the wheelchair do all the work. That’s fine.”
You and Gyro seemed to break out of your trance, realizing just how long you both have been neglecting your chores. Gyro went about setting things up for the nightly meal while you started gathering firewood. Johnny sighed to himself, satisfied that things were starting to go back to normal. That’s when the rancher took it upon himself to walk over and start helping Johnny with the tents.
“You know, I get the feeling you don’t like me very much, Mr. Joestar.” he said in an irritatingly good natured tone.
“Oh, you noticed. Here I thought I was hiding it.” Johnny said sarcastically.
The rancher had the nerve to laugh at his response. Johnny scowled and turned away from him.
The rancher began to ramble on about things Johnny didn’t care about, but at some point, the conversation turned to you.
“I guess I haven’t been hiding my crush on your friend too well.” He said. “I know how you must feel, but I assure you I have no ulterior motives.”
Johnny stopped what he was doing to glare at him. The rancher just beamed at him with the biggest smile he’d ever seen.
After a moment, Johnny’s glare faded and he sighed.
“Can you blame me for worrying though?” Johnny said, all hostility gone from his voice. Fine. He’d play along. Just until he knew what this guy really wanted.
They talked for another hour or so until Gyro called them to come to dinner. Johnny sat, slowly sipping at his stew. The rancher turned out to not be the kind of person he thought he was. His motives were genuine. Wouldn’t you know it? He was actually a decent person. He was probably one of the nicest people Johnny had ever met. He had begun to understand why you and Gyro liked him so much.
And Johnny still despised him.
Nice as he was, the rancher still planned to get you to marry him. He still planned to take you away. Johnny would never forgive him for that. If not for that, Johnny may have been willing to forget about his plans to get rid of him. Ever since the rancher joined the group, a dark plan had been forming in Johnny’s mind. He wasn’t sure how he would pull it off without alerting the suspicions of either you or Gyro, but he was sure that by the end of the week, he’d have something figured out.
His plan came to fruition when you found yourselves traveling down a trail that bordered a rather steep cliff. It wasn’t an especially long fall… but it would do the trick. Johnny had to be careful though. He could use Spin or his Stand and you wouldn’t notice, but Gyro had far more experience in using both. He would notice… well he would if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny had been practicing and perfecting his own Spin technique and testing it to see if Gyro would detect it. At first Gyro noticed every single time and wanted to know what Johnny was trying to do, but Johnny would always have a convincing excuse. Eventually Gyro stopped noticing. Even when Johnny was trying to get him to see, Gyro never did. The technique was subtle. Just a slight tipping that would cause whatever was affected by it to go slightly off balance. All it took was to affect the hooves of the rancher’s horse. The man was a decent rider, but not to the level of the three of you. His horse wasn’t as disciplined as a race horse normally was, either. It wouldn’t raise any suspicions if his horse suddenly got a little clumsy.
“Whoa, boy!” The rancher “Steady now!”
Johnny turned back to look at him, making an effort to feign concern. You and Gyro turn around, too, just in time to see the rancher lose control of his horse as it stumbles over its own feet. Both horse and rider plummet over the side of the cliff.
You scream.
Gyro swears.
Johnny doesn’t make a sound. He doesn’t even blink.
He remembers people would always talk about traumatic events happening in slow motion. That didn’t happen here. One second the rancher and his horse were there, then they weren’t. It happened so fast that no one could have done much to stop it. Exactly how Johnny planned it.
The three of you ride up to the edge of the cliff. You start crying. Gyro mutters something in Italian. Johnny just stares impassively upon the body of the man he just murdered. He should feel sick and horrified by what he’d done, but he doesn’t. He feels justified. Accomplished. Satisfied. It isn’t until he sees you dismount your horse to run from the scene that he feels anything that could be considered guilt.
Gyro places a hand on his shoulder.
“Go to her, Johnny.” He says solemnly. “I’ll… I’ll take care of things here.”
Johnny looks into his mentor’s face seeing no trace of suspicion or accusation. He only sees the slightest hint of grief. He couldn’t imagine why. Gyro hadn’t even known the rancher that long. He supposed that it was just sadness at the situation that Gyro felt. Regardless, the only thing Johnny cared about was that Gyro didn’t suspect a thing.
He steers Slow Dancer in the direction you ran to. He finds you sobbing into your hands while leaning against a tree. He rides up on Slow Dancer and slides off of her to plop onto the ground next to you.
He doesn’t get a chance to say anything before you’ve flung your arms around him and are soaking his shirt with your tears. He pulls you closer, trying his best to not grin. He missed this. You and him being close.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Johnny doesn’t know why he said that. He isn’t at all sorry for what he did, and he isn’t sorry for your loss either. He’s glad your annoying fanboy is gone. Though, “sorry” is what you’re supposed to say in situations like this, right? Though the longer you cry and wail, the more annoyed with it he gets. It isn’t your crying that bothers him so much as the reason you’re crying. Why were you shedding tears over that guy? You’ve known Johnny much longer. He should mean more to you than that guy ever did. Why are you carrying on like this for a guy that was little more than an acquaintance?
It wasn’t that Johnny didn’t care about your feelings, he just wanted you to remember your feelings for him. You did have feelings for him, didn’t you? Maybe that was the problem? Maybe you needed to be reminded of just how important Johnny was to your life? Maybe he needed to show you just how much you needed him?
Yes, Johnny knew how selfish and awful he was being, but he didn’t care. He’s always been selfish for as far back as he can remember. It’s probably part of the reason people kept abandoning him. You would never be allowed to leave him though. Even if you didn’t love him… even if you hated him… Johnny would make sure you never abandoned him like everyone else. The dark determination within him had never burned brighter.
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kinkmas2019: a little jealousy
member: Taeyong
warning/s: zelophilia, cunnilingus, blindfolds
wc: 4.7k
a/n: This is 14ways!Taeyong so the girl is technically Jangmi, but for the sake of kinkmas, I’ll be using the y/n format.
Since the very beginning, it had always been Taeyong worrying about someone new coming along and taking you away from him; it happened in middle school with Seungcheol, it *could have* happened in high school with Jaehyun, and now that you’re both in college; it was bound to happen any moment now. He should have gotten used to it now; it’s something you had no control over. You were a boy magnet, you were naturally charming and kind — on top of that, beautiful. You were also incredibly oblivious to subtle flirting because you always liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, so Taeyong is sure that even though guys who he assumes are your classmates are simply talking to her, he knows for a fact they’re trying to hit on her; the stance, eye contact, movements — it all gave it away.
But what he didn’t expect were other girls getting attracted to him.
You weren’t surprised about it; Taeyong had always been insecure and made himself seem less of anything that he actually is. When he told you someone tried to hit on him during freshman orientation, you were almost a little proud because, yes that’s right, this boy is handsome and he’s yours. He was quick to tell you that he had immediately told them he was taken and you brushed it off, thanking him for his honesty instead. You should have known, however, that high school is completely different from college. Some girls won’t just back off a taken man just because they’re taken. For the entirety of your first year, Taeyong got plenty of girl’s numbers being given to him, unsolicited. It annoyed you, but Taeyong always disposed them of them quickly.
When sophomore year came, a few were a little more brazen; outright flirting with him when you weren’t around, inviting him to parties he didn’t even like going to unless you were coming with him. It merely took a couple of nasty glares, regardless if Taeyong is aware or not, from you for them to back off.
But then there was Hana.
She was also in Vet Med like Taeyong. She was in most of his classes, too. She initially didn’t raise any red flags for you because she had her own boyfriend entering college and they seemed to have a strong bond. But then one day she drops him and you supposed she suddenly felt like going after your boyfriend despite knowing he was very much taken and very much yours.
Taeyong used to complain about you being so oblivious to guys making moves on you and you’d always brush him off about it, but now you know and fully understand how he feels.
They’re always somehow partners or grouped together for projects and although Taeyong had never brought Hana to his dorm or agreed to go to hers, they have spent a hefty amount of time together elsewhere to work.
Now, you don’t doubt Taeyong’s loyalty. You know how much he loves you and he’s always doing his best to make sure not to give you a reason to think otherwise. It’s Hana who’s the problem: you don’t trust her one bit ever since you caught her heavily flirting with your boyfriend.
Like now, for example, they had to write a paper about the lab work they did earlier. Taeyong sent you a text message about it; how he’ll be in the library with Hana and a few other classmates. You told him you’d treat them some coffee and made a quick stop at a mini mart to purchase a few cans. When Taeyong said other classmates, you assumed it was the guys he had gotten close with. Alas, it was not. As you stepped on the second floor of the library where he said they’d be, it was incredibly hard to miss the table full of girls, among them was Hana, and at the end of the table where their fawning attention was drawn to was, of course, Taeyong.
And what bothered you the most about it was that he wasn’t.
Taeyong is notoriously shy, introverted, and oftentimes awkward, especially in such a concentrated group like being the only male among 6 girls. He’d be hunched over and trying to mind his own business, but not today, apparently. He confidently sat up straight, nodding at the conversation, and probably cracked jokes that made the girls giggle. It’s also annoying how you think he looked so hot for it, but seeing Hana glance at you with a devious smirk almost made you bring forth the worst in you.
You suck it up, stride over to them, and made sure you give Taeyong the same sincere, loving smile you always greet him with when he notices you approaching. “Hey, I brought you guys coffee.”
“Oh, [Y/N], you shouldn’t have.” Hana croons as you placed the plastic bag on the table and scrunches her nose at you.
You promptly ignore her, sliding a hand along Taeyong’s shoulder, and played with the little hairs on his nape.
“Thanks, babe.” He rubs his palm on the small of your back, “Do you want to stay with us until I’m done?”
“I wouldn’t want to distract you.” You teased, grinning at how he blushes in embarrassment. “But actually, I have a quick errand to run and it’s near your dorm so I’ll just head there after.”
He nods, “Okay, I’ll see you then.” He moves his hand higher and it makes you feel giddy when you realized he wanted a goodbye kiss. So you leaned down and pecked his lips, ruffling his hair before stepping away from him.
You spare a quick glimpse at the girls; visibly annoyed at the interaction and it only made you smile more. “See you.”
Without even three feet away from them, you hear Hana ask Taeyong, “Taeyong, you should drop by my sorority’s party later.”
“Oh, I should have asked [Y/N]—”
“What? I’m inviting you, not her. I didn’t know she had such a tight leash on you.”
It took everything in you not to turn around and march right back up to their table. You have full trust in Taeyong that he’d deny that accusation and defend you so you just continued you way out of the library; you try to forget about what Hana said, but you can’t remember hearing if Taeyong had even responded to her at all.
You feel uncharacteristically anxious, pacing back and forth in Taeyong’s dorm room.
Taeyong didn’t have a roommate so he had a simple studio type room with his own bathroom. He originally had a single bed, but switched it out for a shorter bunk bed type so he could have some storage beneath for his clothes and shoes. He also had a small refrigerator for little snacks and drinks between his bed and the L-shaped desk where he has one side for school and a gaming setup on the other. Taeyong had a pull out sofa bed on the other side of the room for the sole reason you two can sleep together since his bed wasn’t necessarily couple friendly for any… extra activities beside actually sleeping, but he also likes to claim it’s for classmates to sleep on for all-nighters.
It’s a little past seven and you feel like a mom for worrying like your 8 year old son isn’t home yet. He couldn’t have gone to the party, right? Even if he did, he would have at least told you about it because he knows you’re waiting for him in his room.
You debate on heading over to the party yourself, thinking how in hindsight you’ll seem like the possessive girlfriend Hana is painting you to be in, but fortunately, you throw that option out the window when the door opens. Taeyong walks in with a paper bag from your favorite restaurant, sending you an apologetic smile as he toes his shoes off.
“Hey, are you hungry already? I thought I’d buy us dinner already, but the line at the restaurant was so long.”
You let out a sigh of relief, taking the small laptop table from under the sofa and placed it on top to use as a makeshift table. “I’m starving. I thought we were going to order together.”
“My phone died on me.” He puts the bag down and you start to set it while he walks over to his charger to plug his phone in. “Sorry. Did I worry you?”
“I felt like a mom.” You confessed, taking the lids off of the containers, “Ahhh, these smell amazing.”
He sits across you, handing you a fork from his limited kitchenware collection he kept on top of the mini fridge. He stabs a chicken finger and takes a bite out of it before asking how your day went. Simple moments like these reminds you of how domestic your relationship with Taeyong has become. You’d have meals together either in his dorm or yours, you each had a couple of clothes in each other’s closets for when one sleeps over or someone wants to change out of their clothes, and you’ve both reached that stage in your relationship to be comfortable with each other’s bodies so neither of you bothered going to the bathroom or at least turn around to change. Frankly, sex was something that just naturally happened between the two of you; there was no anxiety, waiting, or planning for it to happen. It wasn’t a spur of the moment either; there wasn’t any desperate heavy petting or begging for more in between kisses or naughty fingers touching places that drove you insane.
Dinner proceeds with minimal talking and you insist on cleaning up since he paid for dinner. After you threw away the trash and washed the forks, you return to Taeyong on the sofa bed and yawned as you cuddled his side.
“Sleepy already? It’s only 8PM.” He lightly teases, running his hand over your arm and kissing your hair.
“I dare you to call me old.” You warned, but yawned again and both of your chuckled, “I guess today was a little draining. I can’t believe I’m ready to go to sleep at this time. Is that okay with you?”
Taeyong blinks, his tongue darting out of his lips in contemplation, “Well, I was going to suggest dropping by this party, uh, Hana invited me to.”
You could tell by the faint panic in his face that he could tell you didn’t like the idea. You sigh, “Taeyong, I don’t really like her. There’s just something off about her and she’s definitely got her eyes set on you.”
He chuckles at this, “But she’s well aware that I’m with you.”
“And obviously, that’s not going to stop her.” You frowned, “I can’t tell you who to be friends with, Yong, but Hana and those other girls in the library are clearly interested in you and I don’t really like them.”
“Are you…” He leans away from you to get a better view of your face, “jealous?”
This makes you scoff, “Obviously! They’re snakes.”
Taeyong moves away completely, visibly dismayed by your choice of words. He stands up from the sofa bed and turns to you, “They’re my friends, [Y/N]. Don’t call them that. You’re making it sound like I’d let them take advantage of me.”
You’re taken aback by his reaction; he gets mad at you, he gets annoyed with you, but never at the same time like this. Not in the mood to fight, you shake your head, “Sorry, I just… they rub me the wrong way, okay? It’s not that I don’t trust you with them. It’s the other way around. But... do you want to go the party?”
He lets out a heavy breath, “You’re tired and I don’t want to go without you. Go to sleep, babe, I’ll play a few games and join you in a bit.”
“Are you sure?”
Taeyong kisses your forehead, assuring you he’d rather stay than go. You change into pajamas and go about your nightly routine as he sat in front of his computer to power it on. When you stepped out of the bathroom, he was already halfway through a game and had pulled out the sofa bed for you.
You kiss his cheek, whispering good night even though he had his headphones on. Since the brightness of his monitor bothered you, you put on a sleeping mask and immediately drifted off to sleep the moment your head hits the pillow.
You jolt awake for some reason; you weren’t even dreaming and you don’t recall hearing anything or being shaken to wake up, but something inside of you urged you to push the mask off your eyes and check on Taeyong. It took a second for you to realize what he was doing, taking note of his clothes that wasn’t what he was wearing a while ago, “Where are you going?”
Taeyong jumped, snapping his head towards you with large eyes; a textbook example of ‘a deer caught in the headlights.’
You glanced at the wall clock and frowned, “It’s 10PM… where would you go—”
Then it hits you; the change of clothes, the quiet movements, the surprised, guilty look on his face. You push yourself up, “Are you really sneaking out to go to the party?”
He licks his lips, shrugging his shoulders, “I, well… Hana keeps texting and insisting—”
“Hana,” You snapped, inhaling sharply, “I just told you awhile ago that I don’t like her and that she likes you! Why would you even keep texting her after that?”
“I’m just gonna drop by! One drink and I’ll leave! You said you trusted me.”
You sneered, “Yeah, 2 hours ago when you said you won’t go because I didn’t want to but now you’re sneaking off while I was asleep! You even changed clothes! I ought to think you’re impressing her.”
He stands up, abandoning his lacing his shoes up entirely and glares, “I’m not trying to impress her! She’s a friend and she wants to hang out!”
“Why do you think she wants to hang out, Taeyong?! She’s trying to get under your skin — specifically, get in your pants! She’s constantly flirting with you.”
“Well, I’m not going to flirt back! Now you know how I feel about you and other guys! What I’ve been feeling since we were in middle school and we weren’t even dating back then! It sucks, doesn’t it? Watching the love of your life attract other people and make you feel inferior and jealous?”
“I’m not doing it on purpose!” You retorted, “Is that your intention? To get me worked up and jealous and be the possessive girlfriend Hana and those other girls are making me out to be? Then fine! Go to her stupid party and every second that you’re there, remember that your girlfriend is home alone and seething with jealousy because her boyfriend is at a sorority party where there are guaranteed half naked girls getting drunk left and right who don’t give two shits if the guy they’re flirting with is taken or not.”
Without letting him say another word and not wanting him to see you tearing up, you pull the sleeping mask back down your eyes and lay back down, curling on your side and pulled the blanket over your body.
You hold your breath, waiting for the sound of the door to open and his footsteps walking out. Instead, you feel the bed dipping by your hip and a hand rubs your thigh.
“I don’t like it when your upset.”
“Too fucking late, Yong. Go away.”
You feel him kiss your shoulder and you shrug him off like a child.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I guess I caught up in the moment of having all that attention on me. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that it was Hana and the girls, but it was because I got noticed by somebody else. I’ve been a wallflower all my life, you know that. But still, I’d never choose anyone else over you, [Y/N].” He kisses your shoulder once more and you don’t move. “It will always be you, okay? Trust me.”
When you don’t respond, he sighs against your skin. “You don’t trust me anymore?”
“I do,” You quickly say, “I do… I’m just hurt.”
“I know, baby, and I’m sorry. Hana was taking advantage of me before either of us knew. I’m sorry.”
You sniffed, sitting up with his help and pushing the mask onto your forehead. You pensively stared at him, bottom lip just slightly jutting out into a small pout. He smiles at you, taking your hands into his and squeezing them.
“You know,” He whispers, “You’re rarely jealous and seeing you all worked up was hot.”
This makes you let out a half-scoff, half-chuckle, shaking your head with disbelief. You don’t respond, though, resuming the silent stare-off until he finally leans forward and kisses you on your lips. He hums a little, moving his hands up your arms and slid one hand to cup your face. He tilts his head to one side and runs his tongue over your bottom lip repeatedly, silently begging for entrance.
You pull away, leaving him to chase after your lips. Without leaving each other’s proximity, you gazed into his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, too.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Taeyong smiles, the corner of his lips curving up slightly, and he kisses you once more before slipping the sleeping mask back over your eyes. There’s panic and dismay in your chest, thinking he’s urging you back to sleep so he could still go to the party, but then he whispers, “Keep the mask over your eyes, okay?”
You’re confused, not knowing how to respond. Suddenly, you feel him kiss your neck and you flinched away. He chuckles, the soft, warm puffs of his breath hitting your skin.
“Taeyong?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Biting down your lip, you shake your head and you feel him kiss you neck again, more bold and wet. The blanket over your body is stripped off and his hands slip under your shirt, warming his fingers against your body heat. You mewled out his name, arching your chest towards him in silent suggestion. Taking the hint, he moves his mouth over your breasts, kissing them over your shirt. As you’re not one to sleep in bras, he easily had access to your boobs, palming them gently under your clothes.
Pushing your shirt further over your torso until your chest is exposed to him, he tweaks one of your nipples and sucks the other into his mouth. Blocking off your sight has definitely heightened your other senses; almost sensitive to his touches. You always liked watching him, sometimes the two of you shared strong eye contact as you pleasured one another.
Taeyong switches to your other breast, but moved his hand downwards, slipping into your shorts and panties. You let out a soft gasp when he cards his fingers along your wet folds. “Mmm, are you turned on by this, [Y/N]?”
You were. Immensely so. You’ve never complained about your sex life with Taeyong and you’ve never thought of putting a label on it, but so far all you’ve done with him was pretty basic — vanilla, if you may. Maybe he was just scared of pushing your limits because the most he’s done was slap your ass raw. But this was a pleasant experience from the get-go and you definitely don’t mind doing it again in the future.
“I need to taste you, baby.” He rasps, dragging his mouth over your abdomen and tugging your shorts down your legs. He gets them off of you and he pushes your legs apart. You waited for his touch, his tongue, anything; but you’re left to shiver as your core was exposed to the cold room.
You started to feel self-conscious, fully are that he’s just looking at you. You would have closed your legs if he hadn’t kept his hands on your inner thighs. “Yong?”
“I just had to admire you, baby.” He speaks up, tracing his fingers closer to your core. “So fucking pretty.”
Before you could react, his mouth is on your pussy, working his tongue along your folds and drilling it over your clit. Again, it feels like your hypersensitive to his touch now that you can’t watch him eat you out. You bring your hands down to his hair, combing through them and lightly gripping every time his nose bumped over your bud. He smacked his lips loudly, making a show of how wet and dripping you were by slurping your juices. He hummed against you, prodding what felt like two fingers to spread your labia apart so he could flatten his tongue over you for a long, slow lick.
“Always so fucking delicious.” He groaned, concentrating his lips on your clit and sucked harshly. This makes you buck your hips into his face, urging him to continue and he gladly does so. You loved how he ate you out; how he worked his tongue over your pussy. It doesn’t take long until you can feel your climax rounding the corner and you’re attempting to push him off as your body begins to quiver.
“Stop, stop!” You whined, “I want to cum on your cock.”
He croons approvingly, “Is that so?”
Taeyong leaves a couple more kisses over your pussy and rubs you with his fingers, presumably to lubricate his cock. You can tell he moves away from you to shed his clothes off when the warmth of his body disappears momentarily. You can vaguely hear the shuffling of his clothes and eventually the sound of his drawers opening before hearing the crinkle of foil being ripped open. You’re very tempted to take your blindfold off but decided against it, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to resume his actions.
The bed dips by your legs and you automatically part your legs further for him. He shifts closer until you feel the tip of his cock poking at your entrance. He runs it along your slit, teasing you for a moment or until he deemed his cock wet enough before pushing in.
A slow, low gasp escapes you; your hands flying to his grip on your hips and sliding it up to his shoulders.
“Are you okay?” He asks, pausing halfway through.
“Yes, yes,” You reply with urgency, nodding your head. “I’m okay, keep going.”
He continues entering you until your hips are flushed against one another and you feel him kiss your jaw, “You take me so well, [Y/N].”
“Please move.” You whimpered, massaging the muscles of his shoulders to coax him. Taeyong pulls out midway and eases back in, repeating the motion until you quietly asked him to move faster. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and presses himself down into you, driving his cock deeper. “—Yong.”
He rolls his hips into yours in a slow motion, languidly thrusting deep into your core. His hands left your hips and glided up to your breasts, kneading them in his palms. You’re curious about how he’s looking at you; where is he focused on? The area where you’re connected? Your mouth perpetually agape at his ministrations? Your chest that he played with? Blindly, you reached upwards to snake your fingers through the small hairs on his nape.
“Only you could make me feel this good, baby,” He grunts, thrusting particularly harder at ‘good’ for emphasis. When he pecks the corner of your lips, you try to face him to kiss him but he pulls away. He moans right by your ear, instantly sending signals of pleasure all over your body, “Only you, baby, only you.”
You feel his tongue tracing your jawline, softly nipping at your earlobes when he reaches them. You began to meet his thrusts, pushing your hips upwards as he grinds down on you and timing when his cock is sheathed inside you before clamping your walls around him.
“Fuck.” He hisses, removing your legs from his shoulders. He lets them fall to the side as he slithers his hands between your back and the bed before hoisting your body up for you to straddle him. Surprised at the sudden change of position, you gasped and hugged his shoulders.
Without a word or another motion, you move your hips accordingly; up and down his length in a pace you had full control. It was definitely a lot faster, causing Taeyong to grab your ass and kneading it rather than guiding your pace. You arch your back, unknowingly presenting your chest to Taeyong, who gladly kisses each of your nipples alternatingly.
The sofa bed is squeaking loudly, accompanied by the squelch of his cock entering your pussy and your soft panting. Your toes began to curl; the tight knot in your stomach slowly unraveling. Sensing your incoming high, Taeyong reaches between you and erratically thumbs your clit. He groans by your ear and you use this as a chance to locate his mouth, latching onto his plump bottom lip and urging him to kiss back, which he obediently does.
You cried into the kiss when your orgasm hits out of the blue, body convulsing and Taeyong just holds you against him, running his hands over your back in a loving manner; as if he wasn’t pounding upwards to help you ride your orgasm out. As your body calmed down, Taeyong lays you down and pulls out of you, leaving the bed. He hasn’t come yet, so you try to remove your sleeping mask off to see what he’s up to, but his voice sternly calls out, “Not yet, baby.”
“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting up on the edge.
“Just threw the condom.”
Before you could question any further, you felt something hot and wet poking your lip. You were confused for a split second until you realized what it was. You quickly opened your mouth, taking Taeyong’s entire length in one go with a long, loud, drawn-out moan at the taste of precum. It drove him wild to hear you like he’s the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth. You covered his hand at the base of his cock, but he doesn’t let go, continuing to squeeze himself. Instead, you bobbed your head a couple of times before stopping at the tip and sticking your tongue out.
It was a guaranteed way to get him off; having you patiently wait for him to cum into your mouth. It’s no surprise that he ejaculates in thick, white ropes of hot cum right onto your tongue and even shooting directly down your throat. Making sure it doesn’t spill, you closed your lips over his sensitive tip, simultaneously sucking as he empties himself.
You swallowed every last drop with a low, satisfied hum after he steps away from you. He takes your blindfold off and goes down on one knee in front of you, waiting for you to adjust your eyes to the sudden brightness.
As you blinked rapidly and focused on his face, you began to tear up and frowned.
“[Y/N]?” His voice is laced with panic and alarm.
“I’m sorry.” You sniffed, “I didn’t know you feel that way when I’m with other guys. I know sometimes they’re hitting on me, but I ignore them, especially if they already know I’m taken. You can still go to the party if you want to, I won’t hold any grudges.”
“Baby, we just had sex.” He chuckles, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb.
“Exactly,” You huffed, “You reek of sex. Show them that you don’t need them if that’s what they’re after.”
Taeyong burst into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re crazy.”
He kisses you a couple of times, “I’m always going to trust you more than anybody else. If you think Hana’s intentions are sketchy, then I believe you. I’ll be as frank as I can with her when we’re working together, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Let’s get dressed and go to sleep.” Taeyong presses his lips on your forehead, making an obnoxious smack sound that makes you giggle before both of you clean yourselves up, dressed in new pajamas, and crept back into bed.
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Oneshot in which... I don’t even know how to summarise this. Maestro threatens Blitz with an Italian dessert, I suppose. It’s insanity. Enjoy! (Rating T, humour, ~1.8k words) - written for @magehir because the world needs to suffer under the ideas we come up with :)
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“A-ha! Just the man I was looking for!”
Blitz is this close to simply turning around and booking it as fast as his legs will possibly carry him. His day has been going great so far, he had an extremely productive meeting with Sledge concerning their cooperation with a few certain CTUs, stumbled over Rook trying to get rid of some chocolates of which Blitz more than gladly relieved him and now he’s on his way to fetch his lunch from the fridge in the canteen – but was not at all prepared for the Italian train which keeps running him over unexpectedly.
Maestro who was until just now busy with putting the finishing touches on what looks to be a panna cotta, now whips around and strides towards Blitz with worrying speed. Despite him instinctively cowering before the tall man, he gets dragged in by the collar like a dog who misbehaved – and there isn’t even anyone present whom he could ask for help, not that it should surprise him the canteen is deserted when Maestro is fuming in it.
Recently, the Italian has been in a decidedly rotten mood, extremely easy to anger and not even placated by Sledge who normally has a similar effect on him as horse tranquillisers should (Blitz hasn’t tried it so he can’t know for sure), meaning he turns the whirlwind into nothing more than a soft breeze. Before Maestro’s temper flared for real, Sledge was one of the most popular people on the base purely due to his ability to rescue whoever currently was sentenced to listening to the Italian. In the past week, however, not even Sledge’s gentle touches achieved anything and so everyone has taken to avoid Maestro whenever possible.
Especially Blitz.
Because for some reason, Maestro has taken an, uh, odd liking to him. He doesn’t really know what else to call it seeing as he sees no rhyme nor reason in it, but it seems like he’s being hunted down regularly, only so Maestro can preen in front of him. There’s no established ritual but a lot of similarities between each separate instance and most of them involve Maestro bragging about a variety of skills, inviting Blitz to compare their abilities, be it in archery or gutting a rabbit, and more often than not he displays his really quite impressive body: sometimes he traps Blitz against a wall, showcasing his arm muscles, puts a foot up on the bench where Blitz is sitting or similar antics – and while he’s undeniably attractive, he’s also very much taken.
This is the problem with the whole situation. Maestro reconquered Sledge’s heart immediately upon his return (or maybe it was never not in his possession, with how private the man is it’s just as possible they were in a long distance relationship all these years without anyone noticing) and has been madly in love with him, propagating this fact to everyone who didn’t ask with an uncomfortable amount of gory details. Since Sledge can usually tame him a little, people prefer them being together to Maestro being broken-hearted (and no one wants to imagine that particular horror) but it seems the Italian is fickle enough to shift attention pretty quickly.
At first, he outright ignored Blitz for the most part, talked over him whenever he was having a conversation with Sledge, but a short while ago this tilted over into the complete opposite. Blitz can’t believe Sledge hasn’t noticed yet or maybe he’s scrambling to save what’s still to save behind the scenes, it’s hard to tell also because he feels too guilty to raise the topic to the Scotsman. He doesn’t want to be accused of being a homewrecker. On various occasions, he’s told Maestro to back off, leave him alone; he hasn’t encouraged him in any way though this only seemed to fuel the Mediterranean macho even more.
“Here, taste my cream!”, Maestro demands and points accusingly at the impeccably presented dessert he seemed to have prepared for no one but Blitz.
“I have my own lunch”, Blitz replies, vaguely intimidated, and chooses to ignore the double entendre.
“This is your lunch! Never in your entire life will you ever eat panna cotta cooked to such perfection again – I make the best panna cotta on this continent and you will test this fact for yourself, cesso!”
Blitz doesn’t know what the nicknames Maestro has given him mean but based on the nature of all the others it’s probably dripping with honey. He asked Alibi about one once and she just snickered and said that’s cute. “Look, thank you for offering me food, but I really don’t think -”
“What, you don’t like it? I don’t believe you. Everyone likes it! You’re still growing, right? If you’re not fully grown yet, you need calcium, secchione, and just look at you.” Maestro inexplicably starts poking him, testing his muscles by pinching them harder than necessary and this, of course, is exactly the moment the door to the canteen opens. He throws a panicked glance over to his teammates who seem frozen to the spot in fright as the Italian proceeds to grope Blitz openly. “Here, there’s plenty of room to grow, you baby, you’ve probably never felt real muscles in your life!”
He realises with dawning horror that Maestro is not only inching closer by the second but also seems to be flexing at him, pushing his chest out so his already tight shirt leaves next to nothing to the imagination and yes, he’s – he looks good but could he please get out of Blitz’ face? Preferably soon? “No, I don’t -” Panic is now audible in his voice and he can see more and more people quietly file into the room. “Please stop, Maestro, please just -”
“Have you even seen any? Huh?! I’ll show you, boy!” Maestro has basically backed him into a corner now and Blitz can feel the heat radiating off him.
“I really don’t think this is the why are you taking your shirt off please put your shirt back on what are you -”
“This is what a well-trained body looks like!”, Maestro booms and fluffs himself up like a bird trying to attract a mate and Blitz has literally never been this uncomfortable in his life.
“This is really inappropriate”, he whispers meekly because he doesn’t have the voice for anything else seeing as Maestro is looming over him like an ancient God come to life and uh, wanting to catch up on a number of things. He also looks ready to suffocate Blitz in his chest hair.
“I’ll show you inappropriate”, Maestro shoots back, either not thinking about his words at all or, in fact, considering them very deliberately, “and now taste my fucking cream!”
Blitz is 90% sure no one else in the room is breathing at this point. It’s clear Maestro hasn’t noticed their audience though he’s actually not sure he’d stop if he had. “I don’t want -”
Opening his mouth was quite clearly a mistake as a spoon gets shoved into it, almost choking him and no, this, this is the lowest point in his life.
He’s being accosted by a man almost 10 years his senior who would drive him insane were he forced to stay in a room with him for longer than a few hours – not only that, it’s a foul-mouthed, loud, arrogant Italian who is in a relationship with one of Blitz’ best friends, making this whole situation all kinds of awkward, but on top of that, he’s currently trapped, being molested and violated with dessert and unable to escape because that would mean putting his hands on Maestro’s half naked body. And he’s not doing that. He’s absolutely not doing that.
And while his life flashes before his eyes, he thinks: Damn, this panna cotta is fucking good.
“What’s going on?”, the one voice comes from beside them that Blitz really didn’t want to hear in exactly this moment. Sledge is nonchalantly leaning against the counter next to them, a fond smile playing on his lips as if he was watching an old couple bicker good-naturedly instead of his boyfriend deepthroating his best friend with a spoon.
“I can explain”, Blitz rasps, prompting a death glare from his nemesis.
“You will explain nothing, cesso!”
Sledge’s brows are rising in amusement but as he doesn’t look like he’s going to interfere any second now, both of the two burst out at the same time: “He won’t stop flirting with me!”, Blitz complains and it pains him to speak it out loud, especially in front of everyone, but the truth needs to come out because - “Why would you ever choose him over me, amore?” - he’d hate if he were the one to taint Sledge’s wait what.
Wait.
What?
The two of them stare at each other, probably a perfect mirror in how open-mouthed and unflattering they look. “Are you seriously thinking -”
“Seamus and I are just friends, why would you assume -”
“You’re nothing but an insect to me, needing to be squashed, you’re not -”
“Is this why you’ve been haunting me all this time?! Because you thought -”
“How dare you, I’ve been proving myself to be the better man all this time, showing you all the things you lack, you wet noodle!”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, excuse you, you really are a weak excuse of -”
“Then why were you so worried about me stealing Seamus away, huh? If I was no competition in the first place?”
“You seemed willing to stake a claim on something not belonging to you, I was merely -”
“Gentlemen, please.” Both of them shut up simultaneously at Sledge’s soft baritone, whipping their heads around to him in agitation. “Apologise to him for calling him a toilet and a nerd, Adrianito.”
Blitz balks. Is…. is that what those nicknames meant?
“I will never”, Maestro announces, dramatically turns on his heels and stalks away, his exit made less impressive by him having to fight his way through the thoroughly stunned crowd. He also leaves his shirt behind. And his panna cotta.
“Is that”, the German speaks up with hesitation and points to where his personal demon has just disappeared, “is that how he shows jealousy?”
“Oh yeah”, Sledge confirms with a wide grin. “That’s how he establishes dominance.”
His eyes narrow. “If you knew this entire time, why didn’t you interfere?”
“Are you kidding me? This was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” And with a chuckle, Sledge leaves as well, probably to appease his livid boyfriend.
Blitz rubs his face with a deep sigh and then notices half of the base still staring at him. “Fuck off!”, he barks at them and watches them scramble to get away in satisfaction. Maybe now he can finally eat his lunch in peace.
And like this, no one will watch him eat the panna cotta. It really is delicious.
#rainbow six siege#blitz#maestro#sledge#sledge/maestro#fanfic#oneshot#maestro is an intense human being and I love him for it#but dear god does no one know how to deal with it
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Tether - Stiles Stilinski
Description: A final straw and it’s gone. A relationship, one Y/N had worked so hard for, slipped from her fingers. She had never hoped Stiles would’ve moved on so fast, and not with her. But maybe her emotions draw a cloud in front of her eyes - and things aren’t what they seem.
Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - TEEN WOLF
Warnings: It’s a bit angsty, a bit all over the place and a lot of heartbreak-feelings. There’s also smut and sappiness, which makes up for the angsty shit I guess. I am very bad at warnings.
I also suck at descriptions, if you haven’t noticed. Happy reading!
Word count: 4887
“I don’t need any werewolf power to feel your hurt radiating off you.” Scott appears beside me, arms crossed across his chest, mimicking my own stance. I groan, mostly in acknowledgement, but I don’t take my eyes off my ex-boyfriend. He looked happier, healthier even, than he has been in months. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it was I who had drained him of his joy, if it was my doings that had slowed down his recovery after the whole thing with the Nogitsune.
At first instant, I wanted to reply that Scott had no idea how much this was hurting me, eating me alive – but I’m sure he did. After everything Scott himself had been through, after all our losses, my hurt over a lost love felt bleak. But still very existent.
Stiles and I’s break-up was anything but peaceful. In the end, I was left heartbroken, probably permanently damaged but still – here I was, watching him laugh and joke with Lydia across the yard. I couldn’t help it, jealousy coursed through my veins – which spurred on my anger toward him even more. How could he move on so easily? How could he ignore any feeling I might have? I would never show it so clearly if I were in his position.
But then again, did he have any obligation toward me anymore? Yeah, we remained friends – because we had to. Scott was not letting a little dispute between lovers become a nick in the strong bond his pack had – but seeing him almost every day chipped piece by piece off my heart.
“It’s only been a month, Scott. And – he,” I sigh loudly, squeezing my eyes closed, “looks so much happier.”
My voice trembles – and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the alpha. His hand slides along my shoulder, pulling me into his solid chest. My eyes prick with unwanted tears, but I keep torturing myself by focusing my gaze on the only two people that seemed in the room with me.
“I would say coping in another way, Y/N.”
We had thrown two and a half years out the door over one single argument. Arguments over questions that shouldn’t have had to haunt our minds anyway, but still did. In the last months of our relationship, everything seemed to spark an argument between us. I guess we had just reached our breaking point. And now it left me hollow, my insanity balancing on a razor blade.
“I guess. I – I just can’t believe he’d end it over something so stupid.”
Stiles laughs animatedly – and it drags another heart-wrecking sigh from my lips. A bottle of beer is brought to his lips, my eyes glued to his Adam’s apple as it bobs when he swallows. I feel another presence appear beside me, my gaze momentarily flicking over before I retrain it on the sight in front of me. “Y/N…” Derek gathers my attention, but I only hum.
“Are you alright?”
My chuckle is humorless. “Mhm. I promised myself that – that I wouldn’t take it personal if he moved on with someone new.” I shrug my shoulders, seemingly wanting to play it off as nonchalance, but I know I lack the emotionless features at the moment. Scott moves along with me, guiding me to the lounge chairs at the end of the yard, further away from Stiles. These pack meetings – something Scott found mandatory to keep our spirits high – had become the largest drag I had to endure each week.
At school, I could avoid Stiles as much as possible. But, with our select group of friends, it had proven to be rather difficult.
“Somehow, I just hoped it wouldn’t be Lydia Martin.”
Every one of these pack meetings ending in me leaving early – with a lame excuse that no one bought – to cry in my car, coating my cheeks in a sheen layer of melancholic emotions. I’d be quick to scramble the pieces back together before the next day of school rolled around, but I could feel myself crumbling with every breakdown I granted myself.
“Maybe, one day, it’ll feel number. Maybe you’ll feel it too.” I’m snapped out of my inner monologue of despair as I tentatively glare at Scott, fingers fumbling in my lap. “Feel what?”
“Happier. Contented. Whatever you want to call it.” Scott sighs, and even though it’s small, a gasp still leaves my lips. I had continuously tried to suppress the thought of having lost Stiles forever.
Involuntarily, my eyes water and before I can try anything to keep the tears at bay, they’re slowly rolling down my cheeks as I cast my gaze toward the ground, away from my transfixed gaze on Stiles and Lydia.
“I – I know I don’t deserve him. But there is nobody that needs him as much as I do.” I fumble with my words, stuttering and hiccupping, voice barely a whisper, as I try to hide my prominent emotions from the rest of the pack. I was already aggravated with myself that I had let my tears fall in front of Stiles’ best friend – the worst thing for me right now was to draw an audience.
“I guess time will tell.” I finish off, squeezing my eyes closed as I allow myself to drag in a shaky breath. Scott tenses beside me. “You loved him, didn’t you?”
A hoarse chuckle leaves my lips as I reopen my eyes, raising my eyebrows as Scott and I’s gaze meet.
“Of course I do. Thought you out of all people felt that.” A snort leaves my lips and I wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks, patting underneath my eyes as I look anywhere but in Stiles’ direction. No use in torturing myself even further.
In a sudden moment, a beer appears in front of my face, dangling in the air for me to grasp. My fingers curl around the chilled, brown bottle and I gaze up momentarily, smiling briefly at a wary Derek. “I could sense you could use one.”
“Ah, yes. Alcohol. The perfect way to numb any feeling.” I cheer Derek, raising my bottle in a salute before bringing it to my lips and chugging half of it in one go.
“Stiles isn’t himself lately, Y/N. Think it might be the Nogitsune?” Derek questions, Scott immediately growling at his friend’s accusation. The Nogitsune was no more. This was just a chipped Stiles, whom I had tried to glue back together – in vain. I roll my eyes, bringing the bottle to my lips again, gaze flicking to Stiles. “Oh no. It’s definitely him. I know. Which makes this even more painful.”
Derek’s hand lands on my knee, his thumb and pointer finger pinching the exposed skin in a sense of comfort. “I’m sure this is something that’ll blow over in a week or two. I’ve seen so many people fight like this and end up together in the end.” His statement feels flat, his hand patting my knee in another attempt at comfort – it only drags a loud scoff from my lips.
“How did it work out for you? Or you?” I address both males flanking my sides, and they both avert their gazes elsewhere. I, personally, had not once witnessed a happy ending. Only death and despair lately. “This is a radiate or drain thing. I’m steering towards the latter.”
A sudden movement in the corner of my eyes snaps my attention back to Stiles and Lydia. I see Lydia inch closer to Stiles and I’m sure if I stay five more minutes, I might witness a lip-lock I can’t handle. My whole frame turns rigid, and I bolt upright, eyes wide in shock as I turn toward Scott.
“I – Scott, I need some time away from the pack. I – I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.” I stumble my words in a rapid manner, and you don’t have to be a werewolf to notice the panic behind my voice or eyes.
Scott’s quick to realize what I mean and jumps to his feet. I notice Derek behind me raising slowly as well, arms outstretched – but tentative. He was contemplating if it were a good idea to touch me right now. I shake my head, panic overtaking me like a suffocating blanket – I need to get out of here.
“Y/N, you can’t. Please, you’re not thinking straight. We – “ By now, everyone in the pack has their attention trained on our conversation – including Stiles. He raises to his feet slowly, discarding his conversation with Lydia as feel him inch closer. The way his lip jerks I know he is curious as to what is going on, and I see this as my last chance of escape.
“We need you? That’s very flattering, Scott. But I’m sick of playing save-the-world when I feel that if I keep this up, there isn’t anything left of me to save anyone.” I growl sarcastically. My head is shaking as my eyes start watering again, my feet taking me backward, stumbling over everything I encounter in my stupor.
This pack, and everything supernatural that came along with it, was the first and main reason for any problems with Stiles and eventually our break up. I was sick of acting like nothing bothered me and that I was glad we were constantly out on quests to save others. I wasn’t.
“Y/N I promise you that – “ Scott tries to reason with me, but I can see in his eyes that he has realized the fate of this conversation. I laugh loudly, a bit maniacally if you ask me, as I take a few more steps away from my friends and to the open door.
“You can’t promise me anything Scott! Every single fucking promise made toward me – was broken.” As I turn mid-sentence, I’m face to face with a wide-eyed Stiles. I hadn’t paid attention to the lanky brunette and he had inched so close I could smell his cologne – it send another dagger through my heart.
I push past him, breaking into a run and beelining for the exit. I’m desperately fumbling with my keys, jamming them into the ignition as I punch my fist against the steering wheel. Tears are already flowing freely as I slam my foot onto the gas pedal, flying out of Scott’s driveway and onto the road.
My house is, per usual, empty. Everything I had brought with me is dropped onto the wooden floor as soon as the front door clicks closed behind me. My tears had dried during my ride home, but it had left me drained. Even though I had meant every word I had said, that I was desperate for time by myself without a constant visual reminder of what I can’t have, I also knew this meant I was alone.
I always thought Stiles and I had a connection – I had always felt different towards the boy. But with recent events, I had started to wonder if this Tether Deaton had spoken of was something that I wanted to be there, but wasn’t to begin with, rather than some established unseeable entity I grasped onto. Maybe I just felt this connection because I wanted to feel it, because I loved Stiles. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with all this supernatural bogus – which had gone straight to my head.
I drag my body across the hall and into the kitchen, deciding on another drink – it would do me wonders. Glass in hand, I stumble into the bathroom, running a bath. Hopefully, I could calm some of my aching muscles and sleep sound for once in months. Before my tub was filled to the brim, I had gotten a refill of wine.
I’m stopped in my tracks when I hear the screeching of tires just outside my home, my ears perking up but my body immediately tensing. I stay seated on the closed toilet seat until I hear my front door slam. I’m tentative to peek my head out of my opened bathroom door, coming face to face with a furious Stiles Stilinski.
His gaze snaps around my place in search for me – and as soon as his wild eyes find me, he strides toward me angrily, finger already pointing in my direction. “What the hell is going on in that head of yours that you think you can just bail on everyone like that?!”
I step out of the door opening completely, waiting for him at the end of my hallway, my glass of wine still in hand. “A lot. If you wait a few minutes, not a lot.” While speaking, I motion to said glass and chuckle light-heartedly. Instead of enhancing my emotions, I always felt void when I was drunk. Heading towards that drunken state left me with less and less of my chest constricting and I couldn’t be more elated. Considering the look on Stiles’ face though, he wasn’t happy with the answer received.
“Why would you even consider getting out of this pack? We’re a fucking family.” He comes to a complete halt a few meters away from me, his body slumping, shoulders drooping as he intently stares at me. Did he really not realize? Did he have no idea that seeing him continuously broke my heart a bit more every day? I had hoped that he would’ve put two and two together himself by now, but apparently, I must help Stiles’ oblivious mind, once again.
I can’t help but respond in a vile manner though.
“I hope that one day I’ll get a family where I don’t have to see my ex shagging around with my sister then.” The chuckle that leaves me is dark, my head shaking as I try to push the images that are sneaking their way into my subconscious away. Stiles’ features change, his stone-cold glare softening into a look of surprise. One step is taken toward me – no anger evident in his body language.
“Is that what this is about?” Stiles seems to have caught on and he takes one more step, his hand raising up, but it drops immediately.
“And how dare you even imply I broke my promise to you.” His voice raises towards the end, but he suppresses himself, another step in my direction. I take one back, my back immediately hitting the wall and I curse inwardly for not locking my front door.
As soon as I register the accusation hidden in his words, I feel my cheeks heat up in anger. I throw my glass towards the wall, hands flying up as I yell at my ex-boyfriend. “Because you fucking did Stiles!”
“I didn’t break my promise!” Stiles roars in return, our noses almost touching as his fingers curl around my upper arms, keeping me in place. My glare is just as harsh as his, but on the inside, my knees are weak from his familiar scent in such close proximity after a month. I miss him.
“Then what are you doing right now?” I whisper, but doing nothing to hide the condescending tone that’s laced through my words. Stiles lets go of me, taking a step back and his eyes seem to glaze over before he speaks. “Y/n, I never stopped loving you. So, no, I didn’t break my promise.”
Our gazes meet one another, and I bite my bottom lip to refrain from smiling. Even though he claimed he still loved me, that didn’t mean that our problems were over, or that we were back together. Stiles had made it clear how he felt about me and the trouble I seem to bring along. He had made himself very clear when he had pointed toward the door and demanded I would take my shit elsewhere. Thinking about that particular evening constricting the airflow to my lungs, my mind hazy. I must protect what’s left.
“It doesn’t matter.” My tone is dismissive, eyes glancing to the broken glass on the floor and the red stain the wine made in the carpet. Being this close to Stiles was reviving, although I’d much rather have it under different circumstances. “And it shouldn’t matter to you why I need some time to myself. You have to understand. I – I just can’t be around you all the time.”
Silence envelopes us – something I had experienced too much in the last couple of weeks. It made me anxious and I was just about ready to beg Stiles to say something, anything. He’s still pressed up against me, caging me against the wall with his hands pressed beside my head. His gaze never leaves mine, and when his tongue darts out to lick along his lip, I can’t help but break our stare.
“I can’t be away from you.” Stiles counteracts, and he presses my frame further against the wall.
I don’t dare look back up into his honey-speckled eyes, knowing just what I would find.
“You were the one that ended things Stiles. It was never my decision.” I murmur, keeping my gaze locked on his collarbones. His scent is intoxicating, and I wish I could just wrap my arms around him like I would do when I felt like this. Stiles had always been my rock whenever anything happened. He held me when Allison had passed, for nights on end. When I couldn’t sleep because I feared Stiles might not be there in the morning, he tangled himself with me in such a way I had no choice but to lull to sleep. But this time, he was the one that caused it.
“I did it for both of our sakes.” He whispers, leaning even closer, trying desperately to catch my gaze with his. I feel anger flare up as I press my flattened hands against Stiles’ chest, forcefully pushing him away from me.
“How is breaking my heart good for my sake? You’re full of it, Stiles. You’re constantly thinking about what could happen that you don’t see what’s right in front of you. Here I was, ready to give you everything and you just go and –“ Stiles shuts me up by forcefully pressing his lips against mine, an immediate groan slipping past my lips.
I know I shouldn’t reciprocate the kiss, because I can’t shake the feeling that this might be a slip-up from Stiles’ mind and that he’d regret it as soon as it was over – but that was the exact reason I couldn’t stop. What if this was our final moment together, my last kiss shared with whom I believed was the love of my life.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbles against my lips, his arms snaking around my waist as mine curl around his neck, hauling him impossibly close. I need to cherish this moment as long as he’ll let me.
His tongue licks along my bottom lip and our kiss deepens, his hands pressing me closer against him, our torsos brushing against each other. After being away from Stiles for over a month, this felt like coming home. My body melted against his, my lungs felt burning with oxygen as if I were deprived without him – I felt alive.
“I love you.” Stiles speaks as his lips trails from my lips to my jaw, down to my neck. The words had been uttered once or twice during our relationship, but never had they held such a strong meaning. It was Stiles’ way of apologizing – but I wasn’t sure if I were ready to forgive him. Instead, I lose myself in the moment. Stiles realizes what is happening and he stops his movements, barely pulling me out of the trance he has got me in. “Y/n?”
“What?” I open my eyes slowly, letting a heavy sigh flow from my lips. “I – I love you…”
I feel tears prick for the third time this evening, my swallow audible as I gaze up into Stiles’ eyes.
“I’m just waiting for you to come to the realization you’re making a mistake.”
His eyes widen as he starts shaking his head rapidly. “You’ll never be a mistake.”
I purse my lips as I feel a tear roll down. I make no effort to wipe it away though.
“You said we were.”
“And I didn’t mean that. You know I love you, right?” He questions. If he had asked me this a month ago, I had undoubtedly answer yes. He may have not said it often, but he showed it.
“I thought I did. But, you have me in doubt.”
“Baby,” he breathes, cupping my jaw in his large hand, “I shouldn’t have done that. It was what I thought was best for us and because I love you and – “
My body tenses at his words. One person cannot decide in a relationship what’s best for them. Stiles always did things with the best intentions, but he didn’t take my feelings into account.
“Please stop talking. I don’t know what your ultimate goal here is, but if you’re intending on making me cry you’re on the right path. Otherwise, shut up.” I mumble, pressing my lips against his again, feverishly, and he reciprocates immediately.
His flannel flutters to the floor, instantly followed by his shirt. Mine knows the same fate before Stiles lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward my bedroom. My back collides with my plush duvet as Stiles hovers over me, his fingertips ghosting over my thighs.
“Come here.” I beckon him over with my finger, hands already trailing over his toned arms as he drops down on top of me, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw. I don’t waste any time by trying to rid Stiles of his jeans, the material bunching up at his knees before he’s forced to slide them down all the way.
Any remaining clothing is quickly slid off our bodies as our lips meet in a passionate, desperate kiss. I had missed him so much in the last weeks, but I would never forget how it felt. How much love seeped through every movement of Stiles. Everything he did was because he thought it’d be the best for me.
I’m quick to wrap my fingers around his erection and guide him to where I want him. After a month apart, I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to tease him, or ruin things by saying what needed to be said. I wanted him.
A gasp leaves my lips as I squeeze my eyes closed, fingertips digging into Stiles’ shoulders while he stays completely still. When I reopen my eyes, I see his tightly shut as well, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he hums to himself.
“Stiles – are you okay?” I murmur, brushing my hand through his unruly locks. His eyes snap open and I smile briefly when I see his whiskey-coloured gaze intently trained on me, a bright grin overtaking his features. “Yeah.”
I roll my hips against his and he gets my message, a loud grunt slipping from his lips as his forehead touches mine. “How could I ever think I could’ve gone without you.”
My heart swells at his words but I don’t get time to dwell on it as Stiles’ hips snap roughly against mine, his immediate pace threatingly fast as he pushes me closer and closer to my point of no return. Not being with Stiles in a month has gotten me to the point of incredible sexual frustration and I’m not going to last long, but I have a feeling neither will he.
My lips press open mouthed kisses along his shoulders and neck while he thrusts rapidly into me, low grunts and moans slipping from Stiles’ lips. I always loved him being vocal as it drove me quicker to where I wanted to be as well. I can feel myself dangling on the edge and when Stiles presses his lips sloppily against mine, tongue immediately darting past my lips, I’m shaking around him and clutching onto him for dear life.
Only a few more thrusts before Stiles stills within me, his breathing heavy as he pants against my lips. I flatten my hands and press down onto his lower back, inviting him on dropping onto me. He complies, his arms giving out with a loud huff from me while he tries to catch his breath.
I continue tracing patterns along his back while I witness his heartbeat slow down to a normal steady rhythm before he rolls off me. A giggle leaves my lips when he almost falls off the bed and I’m just in time to grasp his arm and pull him into me. “Careful there. Don’t want to end up in the ER, again.”
“That happened once, Y/n.” Stiles laughs as he hides his face in my neck, peppering kisses along his way before our lips meet again. It’s silent for a while, a comforting silence. I’m just glad to be back in his arms again.
My phone vibrates loudly on the floor, both of our heads peeking over the edge of the bed to see Lydia’s name flash brightly on the cracked screen. As I am about to speak, Stiles beats me to it. “There might have been a mention of you thinking Lydia and I –“ Stiles trails off, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as I try my best to avoid his gaze.
“I’ll call her back later.” I sigh as I drop back down onto bed, eyes glued to the ceiling before I drape my arm over them, shielding my eyes from Stiles’ penetrating gaze.
“Are you – are you still taking a break from the pack?” His fingertips tickle along my sides, up my arm before his fingers enclose around my wrist to try and pull my arm away from my face.
Another sigh leaves my lips as I scoot up on my bed to sit up straight, pulling my blanket over my still naked frame. “I – I don’t know. Has this changed anything?”
“What?” Stiles seems baffled, and I understand. But he has to understand as well that I’m not in the right place to make assumptions.
“I – doesn’t this mean?” Stiles stutters over his words, my eyes wandering around my room, not meeting him. “I don’t know Stiles. What does this mean?”
I hadn’t told anyone, but I was planning on leaving Beacon Hills. If this meant something, I might need to rethink my choices. But if I didn’t have Stiles – there was nothing left for me here. I think being away from the supernatural would only improve my safety.
“Do you really think I’d just get one last for the road?” His voice is high pitched as he forces me to look at him, his features showing pain and utter shock. I bite the tip of my tongue as I rake my brain for an answer. It hurts me to see him looking at me like this, knowing I’m the one who caused it in the first place.
“I don’t know what you think. I know what I feel, but I don’t know if that’s something to take into consideration.” I decide as I shrug my shoulders, leaning over the edge of the bed again to collect my underwear. I stop in my tracks as Stiles speaks.
“You really believed I could just let you go – just like that?” Stiles never had any problems with showing his vulnerability, although I think I might’ve pushed him to a new low. I swallow audibly, feeling the sting of upcoming tears prick at my eyes as I pluck at a string on the edge of my blankets.
“Well, if it never was your plan, you’re a damn good actor, Stiles.” A small hiccup leaves my lips as Stiles pulls me down with him, my head resting on his biceps as his other hand threads through my hair in a comforting manner. I can’t help but let my eyes slip closed at his soft gesture, his lips resting against my forehead.
“Was this a last hoorah?” He whispers, the vibrations against my skull sending chills rapidly down my spine. I pull back, smiling warmly up at him, before I press my lips softly to his. “I somehow hope not.”
“If you’ll have me back, otherwise… I’ll wait.” He makes me freeze in my actions and my hand stills on his shoulder as I push myself away from him. “What?” Before he speaks, his arms wind around my waist and he pulls me impeccably closer to his still naked chest, warmth seeping through me. I craved it, needed it, almost as much as I needed air.
“I’ll wait – forever, if I have to. If it takes you a life time to return to me, I’ll be here. Waiting. For you.” His eyes drift closed, his jaw tense as he remains his soothing gestures in my hair and along my back. I don’t have to say anything, because I know he will. And I won’t let anything stop me returning home either.
I worm my way around his grasp, throwing my body against his as I press my lips fiercely to his. He moans against my lips, and I abruptly break the kiss, fluttering my eyelashes against his cheeks.
“If you’ll have me, I’d like to have many more hoorahs with you.”
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