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missmugiwara · 9 months

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Got It Bad ♡ Part 1

summary: fem!reader x Luffy. You ogle the Straw Hat captain, and he takes you for a ride. Make of that what you will! warning: 18+, slightly NSFW, very suggestive Note: IF YOU AREN'T A LUFFY SIMP, THEN I WILL MAKE YOU ONE. First tumblr fic, let's gooooo! Kinda long. I'm so nervous.

♡ You can read Part 2 and Part 3 here! ♡

God, you had it bad. How long were you going to last like this? You were sure to snap at any moment. And when you did snap, you would go right after your captain. Could he not feel your gazing eyes boring into his back?

You licked your lips. They were suddenly feeling dry. So was your throat, and that meant it was time for a sip of the drink Sanji just gave you. When you were done, you placed the drink back on the table where the cook had lovingly placed it. You lowered the book from your face and tilted your sunglasses off your nose. Your attention was directed elsewhere at the moment. The laughter of Usopp, Chopper, and Luffy was much too distracting to focus on reading right now. However, it was one special person of that trio that had your undivided attention.

Oh. Your captain.

There he was in utter perfection.

You longingly gazed upon the rubber man who was smiling, laughing, and just enjoying the day. Everything went silent around you - the only thing you could hear was your heart thundering in your chest. All you could focus on was the captain. Your god, your rock, your heaven - and yet he had no idea how you felt. It was killing you, honestly! You wanted to tell him how you felt… but how would that go? Luffy was a simple man - you were positive that he could understand these types of feelings, but… has he ever really interacted with these types of feelings from others? Surely, he has to know something - or at least understand why people want to kiss or get married. You shook your head. It didn't matter here, and you wanted to stop asking yourself these difficult questions.

Besides, it wasn't fair! He was just running around with no shirt on - getting sprayed by a hose Usopp was wielding. These sunny days were amazing (but also tortuous) because it allowed your captain to run around like this and left you to ogle.

Shirtless. Wet. Gorgeous.

Jeans shorts that were soaked so badly that they clung to his skin. Denim gets quite heavy when wet, so they clung to his hips in desperation of staying up - but no good. They rode a little lower as they began to slip, but not quite enough that they would fall completely. Hmm, was he even paying attention to that? You took the sunglasses off your face for a better view in the sunlight.

Luffy's dark-as-night black hair stuck to his forehead in cute, messy waves. The small little scar under his left eye almost grinned at you like the grin upon his lips. Your eyes lowered from his sun-kissed face to his scarred chest. Beads of water glistened on it as it heaved up and down from his breath while he ran. You took a few moments to stare at his musculature, wondering how would it feel if you could just lick every part of his abs? How would it feel if you could just kiss each part of his body?

Luffy let out a loud laugh, and your eyes darted back up to his face.

And that smile? You swooned. Oh, his warm, beautiful smile. There was so much in that smile. He was genuinely happy being with those he cared most about, and the simple things made him so joyous. You couldn't help but tilt your head to the side and beam at him. His personality was contagious. How could you not step back for a second and appreciate these little moments together of playing in the sun? He taught you that. As high-maintance as Luffy was, there were always these slowed-down moments where you could just genuinely feel so happy near him. Not a care in the world. His smile was ear-to-ear, and he let out a laugh you could never get sick of.

It was hot out enough already, but goodness. These feelings for your captain made your heart skip a beat. You would have been fine just admiring from afar, but there was a moment when the three goofballs stopped for a second to catch their breaths. Then, they were nonchalantly walking toward you for a drink break, but you weren't ready for social interaction yet as your head was still in the clouds, daydreaming of Luffy. Instantly, you sat up and grabbed the nearest thing you could to appear as natural as possible - the plate of drinks Sanji left on the table.

Shakily holding the tray, you called out, "Hey, guys! Thirsty?"

Did that sound natural? Did they sense you were lusting? Or thirsting? Did anyone see you stare at Luffy with amorous eyes?

For a split second, you turned to reach for a towel to wipe up some lose water beading on the glasses, only to feel yourself being slightly launched off your chaise. You turned around to find Luffy, nose-to-nose with you, who happily took a seat. You froze, clutching the towel close to your chest.

"What did Sanji make?" Luffy grinned, not giving a damn about how close he was. You quickly forgot how to speak and words and… oh god. Luffy stuck his tonge out from his mouth and let out a deep exhale at the unbearable weather.

"Whew, I'm soooo hot!"

Oh, he had no idea.

Your mouth salivated, staring at the scar on his chest and having your mind fantasize about all the ways you could just run your hands over him. Could you stare any harder? God, how many ways could that rubber body bend if you could just have your way with him all night long? You looked back up at his soft, gentle face. He was waiting for you to do something, say something, anything! You realized you hadn't responded to him once, but you were out of words.

Just… try to act normal.

The only thing you could do was smile at him. You reached out and dabbed the towel softly to his cheek to soak up any sweat or water, not like you'd be able to tell at this point. It was something you always did, and Luffy let you. Whether nursing him back to health from battle or cleaning his face after he ate - he'd willingly let you do this, and no one else. Luffy let out a hum, closed his eyes, and proudly pointed his face upward to bare his neck, waiting for you to dry it next. That was new, and it was freaking adorable. Becoming a tad flustered, you looked down immediately out of sheer bashfulness. Your eyes landed on his shorts, and using every fiber of your being, you restrained from asking him if he wanted help out of those later.

Now kiss him.

Wait… no!

This internal battle caused your face to erupt in volcanic heat. Usopp and Chopper's comments sounded like white noise in your ears, and you realized you weren't even paying attention to a word they said. They took their drinks and thanked you while you mumbled a bunch of yeah's and sure's after they merrily ran away.

"Feels soooo good when you do that!" Luffy said as you continued to half-assedly dab his face. Your froze at those words. He had to stop saying all this… this stuff! He slapped his hand over your hand, and you squealed at that. You've held his hand before but only when he was helping you up if you fell, yet this was so much different! It was so… much gentler than you anticipated considering how boorish he was at times. But that slap was the momentum you needed to get moving again like a normal person instead of this horny animal out for flesh and rubber.

"Um, let me get-"

You managed to come back down to earth and reached for the last drink saved for Luffy, managing to grab it before he did - but not fast enough for his next motions. With a slight misjudgment of time, he brushed his hand onto your fingers just as you grabbed the glass. In your not-so-right state of mind your brain just decided to turn to mush… and you dropped the drink all over your lap. You had zero control of your fingers and Luffy's touch made you open your hand on command. How the hell did that work? The drink had spilled all over your thighs, and you thanked yourself for wearing a bikini today so you wouldn't have to worry about washing any pants later. Or maybe later you could use laundry as an excuse to get Luffy out of his.

Luffy pouted for a second upon seeing he could not drink his beverage. Then, a smile reappeared on his lips before he let out a, "Shishi! You spilled!"

He seemed rather amused at your clumsiness. Usually, you didn't screw up like this at all, and even Luffy knew you didn't screw up like this at all. Clumsiness wasn't part of your nature so this was like a great new thing for him to poke at and tease you with later. You felt a tad embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Luffy! I'll go ask Sanji to make another one," you stood up, but took a moment to look down at yourself, "Oh, I'm all sticky now!"

It was as if that were a cue, because Luffy let out a mischievious laugh as he grabbed your wrist, "Then you need to get cleaned up!"

You turned to him. What did he mean?

"Luffy, please let go - OH!"

Before you knew it, he had lowered himself to swoop his arms around the back of your knees, lifting you up into the air. He held tightly but with care. You knew he would never let you fall, but what an embarassing position to be in. Especially in front of everyone! Every one of your friends was outside, enjoying the day much like the three troublesome boys, save for Sanji who was still cooking and out-of-sight. Again, the heat blossomed to your face as your crewmates laughed and jeered at your compromising position. Before you had time to even think, Luffy was once again faster.

"USOPP! CHOPPER! GET HER! GET HER!" Luffy roared while bearing a huge grin.

Luffy took off like lightning, running full-speed ahead while still somehow maintaining a perfect hold onto you as Usopp and Chopper screamed in triumph, holding the hose high into the sky. You gripped Luffy's shoulders for extra balance, and his grip tightened once more around your legs as you began to slip. Your face flushed as his head was pressed into your thighs, the water from his face somehow suctioning your skin to his. You were slipping, and Luffy's face was definitely getting closer to your -

Oh good god!

You looked down at him, and he up at you.

He smirked, "No escape!"

Then, Luffy wrapped his rubber arms around you and himself several times. He pressed his grin against your groin, and you nearly toppled over because of this. Feeling this topple about to happen, Luffy tightened his strong grasp so that you couldn't fall.

"Put me down, put me down, put me down, put me down!"

You shrieked over and over as Luffy's lips were just pressed into the warm space between your thighs, letting out hot breaths against your groin that reduced your legs to jelly. You weren't worried about falling, no, but you were concerned you might just pass out from the feeling of his mouth and the amount of intimate contact. Not to mention, you both were practically naked! You pulled your hands from his shoulders and covered your face. Screw balance. The urge to hide was much greater! You could just feel the sensation of warm, wet skin on skin rubbing and rubbing and -

Usopp yelled once more and put the hose on full blast, dowsing you and Luffy with ice cold water from the sea. The kind of cold that was shockingly painful and yet so refreshing all at once on a hot summer day. You and Luffy screamed from the coldness, and after Usopp stopped running after you both - you and the captain burst into a fit of laughter.

"Okay! Enough! Cold!" You begged Usopp to stop, and he turned off the hose.

As the laughter subsided, both of you panting heavily to try and catch your breaths - you realized Luffy did not let go of your legs. His touch was so soft. Again, you thanked the heavens for this intimate moment with the rubber man. You both stared at each other while panting, you still wrapped in his arms so masterfully. Luffy's muscles flexed in the sun, more water beading on every part of him - completely soaked head to toe. He then lowered you gently, your hands moving from his shoulders to his neck as you readjusted yourself as he did.

Smiling, he let out a laugh as your thumb brushed his jaw up to the corner of his lips. The captain twitched at this, and a small pink blush feathered over his face. He wasn't stopping your touch though. You just reached for him so intimately without realizing it. You weren't even thinking! Would he say something?

You quickly retracted your hand from his face as he unwrapped his arms, placing his hands on your hips to steady you. He could sense you were recovering after being attacked with cold water, but he gave a look that asked if something else was the matter.

After a moment of composing yourself, you pouted at him and lazily slung your arms around his neck.

"That was dirty, captain. I'll get you back for this!" You whispered with a smile.

A smirk worked its way onto Luffy's face. He stared at your lips before blinking and averting his eyes to meet yours.

"That's what dirty girls get!"

He whispered to match your playful tone. Luffy let his hand linger on your waist for a split second before Sanji came out of the kitchen, and immediately Luffy was off. He left you standing with wide eyes and butterflies deep in your stomach. Did he understand what he even said? Did he know what a double entendre was? Those words left your ears burning. You took a moment to stare after him. No, he probably meant you were dirty because you spilled a drink on yourself. Of course! Right?

Yet there was something else in those wild eyes of his that left you feeling otherwise. Especially when he turned once more and flashed another smirk at you before yelling at the cook. Was it just playful teasing or something more? Fighting the growing heat to your face, you smirked and placed a hand over your mouth.

No fair.

Luffy was such a tease, and he didn't even know it.

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bambisnc · 2 months

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OK! [or, group projects w riize]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluff with crack delicately lined in cw/tw : food mention + use of caps wc : idk ,,

shotaro ,. ! - the mood maker!! - is the person who Socializes, helps to coordinate between the members, makes the gc, arranges meet-ups; just overall supportive and cheerful even if your team is doing literally nothing and is very likely about to get an F (D:) - shows up w like cut fruits for everyone, goes on coffee runs + writes encouraging lil messages on sticky notes and leaves them around/in notebooks etc etc - also x2 i see him as someone who like,... doodles on your people’s hands :( draws a smol star and writes something adorably cringe like “ur my star ^-^”

eunseok ,. ! - he’s the type of guy who’d take charge and delegate work to everyone; to put it simply : BOSSY AF. dare i say dictator coded even, but hey, he just wants this to get over with yk?? - bit scary to work w at first but when if he warms up to you he might would definitely indulge in a lot of partiality; assign you the easier tasks/the tasks that you prefer + if someone pisses him off he would, w the nicest sweetest smile ever, assign them the worst possible task.. - can be bribed if you offer to help w his work though sooo :) do w that what you will :)

sungchan ,. ! - trust on me this, he’d be the one who’s always “busy” except in his case he probably fr is bc my guy is just into That Many extra curriculars - you call him up like hey where are you we’re supposed to meet at *insert name* coffee shop rn?? and he’d answer w all seriousness that his “rap music club members have a mandatory team exercise for which they’ve gone fishing and after he needs to prepare an ad for the video game club because he kinda insulted the ad making team and now they’re all on strike . oh and he has football coaching (as in he needs to coach like a bunch of tiny kindergarteners as a favor to some aunt) right in between!” - he’ll send all his work at like 4am tho dw ^^ sleep is for the weak.

wonbin ,. ! -perfectionist!!! he would be The aesthetic stationery + supplies guy with like pouches and pouches of pretty washi tapes, metallic coloured calligraphy pens, stickers and much more - would definitely call out people if their handwriting was bad.. - also he would totally use the project as an excuse to get to know whoever he’s interested in~ might offer to split the work into like duos and immediately choose you as his partner~ - prepare yourself for a lot of really obvious and goofy flirting..

seunghan ,. ! - ah yes the wise guy (genuine) (no why does he fr know everything about Everything) - puts out the most thought provoking, viewpoint shaking, world stopping arguments then half-slumps over the table and or rests his entire weight to lean on you and mumbles something about wanting to watch shin-chan >< he’s versatile (read : cute) like that - also would quite honestly go along w any idea no matter how bad it is <3 + seems super calm and composed but watch him be the most excited when taro suggests some team bonding at an arcade/festival :( <3

sohee ,. ! - he gives me manages stuff best under high pressure situations - if you’re freaking out about one of your teammates cough cough you can guess who it was having fumbled up and accidentally written down the wrong date and oh no your project is due tomorrow?! don’t worry! he’s got this :D - procrastinator at heart but for the right persuasion tactics done by ahem a certain someone (it’s you) he’d probably give it his all <;3 - also he’s an enabler at heart.. supports the ideas which he knows are going to be a trainwreck just for funsies

anton ,. ! - :(( he is Doing His Best okay - gets a bit overwhelmed due to the rising panic and chaos + leads to people being very partial to him but honestly yk he deserves it <3 - also a rich guy tm, would definitely ahem ahem pull some strings to get some extra fine quality materials~ - feel like he’d be good at research work + another 4am worker would definitely pester you to join zoom calls or ft you and be like hey!! look at this!! i did this!! is it good!! - as an excuse to show off to yuo splurges a lot for an end of the project celebration for sure

notes : inspired by very very real life events (wrote this in a zoom meet w my current group proj members ehe)! if you know me irl and feel like these are based off of you.. they're not!! you're simply hallucinating!!!! <333 + [m.list]

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delicateflowerss · 1 year

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Don't Worry, Darling: Four

After marrying the love of your life, Rafe Cameron, you thought you couldn't be happier. But when a murder shakes the island, you learn you don't know your husband as well as you thought. When does Paradise become Hell?

Warnings: 18+, eventual NON-CON, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of murder, dark!Rafe, mentions of grief/loss, kook!reader, non-canon ages

Word Count: 3.8k

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“Chase was a bright, young man who had his entire life in front of him. He was loved by many, a son, and a husband. He treated everyone with kindness, constantly going out of his way to help someone in need.”

You recognized the man speaking as a friend and co-worker of Chase’s. He decided to step in and give a eulogy as Chase’s family is still too upset to be able to speak in front of a crowd.

“Forgiveness was in his nature, never holding a grudge and always seeing the best in people. Everyone has done something they’re not proud of, he would say, but it’s how a person deals with those things that shows their true character.”

You reach up to wipe the perspiration forming on your brow. The warm weather sticks to your skin while there’s not a cloud to protect you from the relentless sun. It doesn’t exactly match the morose air surrounding the sea of black attire.

Your eyes linger on the casket lying before everyone. You heard whispers that it’s almost empty, only the few remains the police could find in the marshes rest in it.

The gators got most of him.

Honestly, you find it strange that Chase’s friend would mention forgiveness, and his penchant for giving it.

Would he forgive the person who murdered him and dumped his body to be eaten?

You thought you were of the forgiving nature also. Now you’re not so sure.

This might be the closest you’ve been to him in days. You can feel the fabric of his suit jacket brushing against your arm, and the scent of his woodsy cologne fills your senses.

He’s been wearing this look of guilt since the incident. Glancing at him through the corner of your eye, you can tell the look is still there. Subtle to everyone else, but you see the pain tracing his features.

That expression alone has made you want to forgive him so many times. It’s almost like every time he looks at you, all he sees is what he did.

It makes your heart clench, thinking he feels so bad that it hurts him.

The problem is, he hasn’t apologized. You can tell he wants to, the words on the tip of his tongue.

Instead, he does what he does best, avoid.

So now you both are in a stalemate, barely seeing each other. Rafe has made a home on the couch, but he works late anyway, getting home when you’re going to sleep.

Is this what it feels like to know your love is dying, withering away.

A fight between you and Rafe has never gone on for this long, but he also has never snapped at you like that, genuinely scaring you.

You feel a bit stupid, knowing about his temper and the violence he’s enacted on others in the past.

You just thought you lived in a part of his heart that none of those things would ever corrupt.

What you don’t know is how difficult it has been on him to be apart from you.

Instinctively, his fingers twitch to hold your hand, or to at least feel your skin against his. He wants to wrap an arm around you, protecting you from the cruel world of death and despair.

But he can’t protect you from himself.

After the funeral, everyone gave their condolences to Chase’s wife and family. You think the entirety of Figure Eight was at the funeral, from Rafe’s family to your friends.

You had never seen everyone so somber. Your chest felt heavy as you did the same, finding it hard to look at his normally cheery wife, now a sobbing mess, her cries filled with an ache that no one could try and fix.

Rafe could barely look at her as he did his best with his supposed consolations.

As you and your husband walked away from the ceremony, you caught Shoupe’s eye, an odd feeling of being watched coming over you.

You try to forget about it as you drive up to Tannyhill, keeping your promise to take Wheezie shopping.

Part of you thinks it feels wrong to still be doing Midsummers, the sound of Lauren’s cries still playing in your head. All you have to worry about is what dress you’re going to wear. She has to worry about how she’s going to live the rest of her life without her husband.

But Midsummers isn’t stopping for her, the preparations already underway.

Wheezie greets you with a huge grin as she gets in your car. She has a lot to say about a boy she has a crush on, thinking he likes her too.

You’re happy that she thinks highly enough of you to want to tell you all this, and by the time you two get to the boutique, she’s told you everything you need to know.

“What if we get married?” She asks, a hush falling over her voice as your eyes rake over the dresses.

“It could happen. But I think you need to talk to him first,” you lightly suggest, smiling.

She thinks for a second, not really paying attention to the clothes.

“You and my brother started dating in high school, right?” Genuine curiosity laces her tone.

Your mood shifts a little at the mention of Rafe, but you play it off, swallowing before replying, “yeah. Senior year.”

“Wow. You must really love him,” she comments.

You keep your eyes on the dress in front of you, pretending to be interested in the fabric.

“What does it feel like?”

“Hm?” You finally look over at her, confused.

“To be in love?” She clarifies, eyes set on you.

You sigh, thinking for a moment. If you were to tell her the truth, it could fracture her innocent perception of love.

So, you give her the shortened version.

“It feels like…you care about someone else’s feelings more than your own.”

You almost wince when you finish your sentence, worrying what you said was still too much. But she looks satisfied, nodding as she mulls over your words.

What you said is true, but you didn’t tell her how crushing the feeling is to care about someone like that. It’s like being pushed off a cliff to your death, and all you can do is fall.

“Why don’t you try this one on?” You recommend, holding up the dress you were looking at.

You instantly recognize the truck parked outside your house as you pull into your driveway, just getting home from dropping Wheezie off with a brand-new dress.

He’s walking back to his truck by the time you’re out of your car.

“I was wondering why I hadn’t been invited in,” he says, setting his equipment on the curb. “I thought maybe you changed your mind about me being ‘nice to talk to’.” JJ waves his fingers, curling them into air quotes, a pearly white smile on his face.

“I was just taking Wheezie shopping for Midsummers,” you explain.

“Oh, every Kook’s favorite event.”

You give an unconvincing smile at his remark.

“You not excited?” He asks, his smile disappearing. He starts to put his equipment back in his truck.

“It’s just different this year. It kind of feels like it shouldn’t be happening,” you say with your arms crossed, eyes drifting to the ground under you.

He turns his attention back to you, leaning an arm against the side of the bed of his pickup, thinking.

“Is it cause of that guy who was killed?” He asks casually, blue eyes set on you.

Surprise crosses your face, and you don’t even have to say anything for JJ to notice.

“What? You think I hadn’t heard?” His lip curls up into a smirk. “The whole island knows.”

“Well, I knew him. He worked with Rafe.” The solemness in your voice contrasts with his nonchalance.

“Shit,” he sighs out. “I didn’t know that.”

After a moment, he laughs a little, shaking his head.

“What?” You ask, interested.

The smile is wiped off his face.

“Sorry, it’s not funny,” he quickly says. “It’s just, it’s all people can talk about, you know? Maybe it’s because he was murdered but…it happens more than you think,” he considers, eyes scanning your face. “People only care because he was rich. If he was from The Cut, no one would give a fuck.”

You pull your brows together, the thought never occurring to you.

“Are you saying people are murdered all the time and I just never hear about it?”

He nods, eyebrows raised. “Pretty much. Maybe not all the time,” he adds. “But there’s a lot of shady business that happens on this island.” He looks at your house for a second, something flashing across his face. “But people like that do a better job at hiding it. Whoever killed your friend was sloppy,” he says, eyes finding yours.

“Sloppy?”

“I mean the gators were a good idea. But they obviously didn’t clean up well enough. How else do the police know a murder happened?”

Your lips part, intently listening to JJ’s rambling.

He continues with his stream of consciousness, “whoever did this was probably in a panic, which means this was their first time. Maybe they didn’t even plan it. They’re probably impulsive, have a temper.”

“You’ve really thought a lot about this. You should go work for the police,” you say, smiling a little.

He lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Funny,” he sharply says. “I’m sure I’m not saying anything they don’t already know. Of course, who knows with them.” JJ shrugs his shoulders, walking to the driver’s side of the truck.

After you tell him bye, you’re left with a sinking feeling, wanting nothing more than to push any thoughts of Chase’s murder out of your mind.

It doesn’t matter how long you stare in the mirror. You can’t fix the melancholy that sits in your eyes.

Even as you smile, it’s still there.

Your eyes move to the dress you wear, hands following the feel of the fabric, fingers running over the pearl color.

You turn a little, noticing how the dress is unzipped. You try to reach for the zipper, but you struggle to grab it.

“Need some help?”

A deep voice interrupts your movements, a type of gravelly you’ve come to miss in the last week.

You find his reflection in the mirror, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom. His hair is slightly tousled, and his white button-up is open, revealing his sculpted chest that is normally covered by a polo. His stare feels heavy as he drinks you in.

All you do is meet his gaze in the mirror, letting your arm fall by your side, and he makes his way over to you.

You start to feel more aware of your breathing as you feel his body heat behind you. Something he’s done a million times feels new again, or at least different.

He slowly tugs the zipper up, and before it reaches the top, he brushes his fingers against the nape of your neck, moving your hair out of the way.

Closing your eyes momentarily, you can’t help but want more of his touch, almost like you’ve missed it.

You expect him to step away from you, but when he wraps a strong arm around the front of your neck, a gasp leaves your throat.

He keeps you there, soft lips finding the side of your hair. He breathes you in, and you feel safe and protected being enveloped by him, the feeling you’ve been craving. And for a second, it makes you forget he was the one to make you feel anything otherwise.

He swallows, his voice shaky around the words that leave his mouth, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You shift and his arm falls from you, a ghost of his touch on your waist instead.

Guilt is written on his face, that same pained look you’ve been trying to avoid this past week.

“I just want you to know,” he begins as you lock eyes. “I would never hurt you.” His voice is thick with emotion, but a soberness grounds it, making you believe him. “I don’t want you to think…” He shakes his head, his blue eyes turning into pools of unshed tears.

You feel that same weight in your chest and before you can reach out to comfort him, he continues, “I don’t want you to think I could ever do something like that to you.”

“I know. I know,” you assure him, and you don’t think about it as you step closer, burying your face into him, inhaling the traces of his scent that you’ve missed.

It’s only a second later when you feel his arms hold you closer.

“I’m also sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it,” he rasps out. “You know how it is with my dad and-.”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off with soothing words.

“I just care about you so much,” he whispers, tears finally falling.

“I know,” you mumble back, shutting your eyes as you feel the reprieve you’ve been longing for, in his arms.

After a minute, he pulls back a little and you see the evidence of his anguish running down his face.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, you protest.

“No. No, you do, Rafe.”

He shakes his head, sniffling.

“I love you. I’ll always love you,” you say gently, making him meet your eyes again.

He watches you for a moment, your promise sinking in.

“Always?” He asks.

“For better or worse, remember?”

You can see the guilt wash away, the crease in his forehead disappearing. He seems relieved.

When he gets closer, you expect him to kiss you. Instead, he presses his lips to your forehead, a loving touch that makes your eyelids flutter.

It’s something you usually don’t get from him.

“I love you too.”

The words are a whisper on your skin.

The sun is slipping below the horizon when you and your husband arrive at Midsummers, the sky orange while lights twinkle around dancing bodies.

A heaviness lingers in the air, blanketing everyone in a warmth that some despise, and others find freeing. A hot summer night with no obligations, just excitement blowing in the wind.

Rafe’s hand stays on the small of your back as you make your way through everyone’s wandering eyes.

It’s something you’ve gotten used to, how people talk about the Cameron’s more than any other family on the island.

You’re not sure where it comes from, either a sort of envy or an admiration.

All you know is people started to treat you differently when you started dating Rafe. They watched you more, talked to you more. Surprisingly, people were nicer, but you could tell there was an insincerity underneath their smiles and kind words.

As you shy away from the attention, Rafe almost welcomes it.

He doesn’t mind their stares, especially when it comes to you.

Since senior year, there has never been a party or event where Rafe doesn’t arrive with his hand on some part of you.

He was always the jealous type, you learned that quickly. But when it comes to people being jealous of him, he enjoys it.

All you can do is take it as a compliment.

The first thing Rafe does when he spots his family is greet his father.

They seem to be on better terms since Ward pulled Rafe aside the other night and gave him a promotion. You can tell in the way Ward regards his son, almost like he sees him in a new light, like he’s finally enough.

You wonder why the sudden change, what did Rafe do to finally prove himself?

You do your best to ignore how your stomach twists, thinking about how the fight between you and Rafe happened because of his eagerness to please his father.

If Rafe finally got what he wanted, then you’re happy for him.

You find Wheezie standing alongside Ward and Rose, and you don’t hesitate to tell her how beautiful she looks in her new dress.

“Thank you, Y/N. You do too.” She gives a bashful smile before her eyes move away from you. You see the nervousness cross her face.

“What is it?” You ask, looking to see what she’s looking at.

She seems a bit surprised that you noticed her quick glances.

“It’s just…” She lowers her voice, moving closer to you. “…Connor’s over there.”

“Oh,” you say, quickly catching on. Of course, her crush would be here, her need to impress making more sense.

“Go talk to him,” you encourage her.

“I don’t know,” she says hesitantly.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

She stares at you for a moment before nodding, determination written on her face.

You give her a reassuring smile before you watch the curly haired girl approach him.

You sip from your third Mai Tai, not feeling the hours pass you by, vanishing into the darkness of the night.

You’ve spotted Sarah dancing with John B, surprised she was able to drag him to an event like this. But you also know she doesn’t want to be here either, just making her father happy.

It must run in the family.

You didn’t bother her, just catching her eye as she grinned at you.

Your mind is already feeling hazy as a lazy smile is painted on your lips, doing your best to listen to what your friends are saying.

It doesn’t help that the music is loud, making it harder to hear their voices.

“It was the worst date I’ve ever been on,” Audrey remarks, grimacing as the memory comes back to her.

“That shouldn’t mean you’re never going on another one. There are a ton of nice guys you haven’t met yet,” Caroline points out.

“Who haven’t I met?”

You turn your head away from them, finding your husband standing under the yellow lights, illuminating the sharp angles of his face. He’s a little taller than the people surrounding him and you watch him take a sip of whiskey, cradling the glass between his fingers.

He laughs a little at something someone says, you think it was Kelce.

Your smile grows at that.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the overwhelming emotions of the day making you feel so…in love with him.

“What about Topper?”

Your attention is diverted at that, wondering what Caroline is talking about.

“Topper?” Audrey asks.

“Come on. I know you have a thing for him.”

“I do not,” Audrey protests but the slight curve of her lips say otherwise.

“I’m sure Y/N could ask Rafe to put in a good word for you,” Caroline says, looking over at you.

Before you can respond, a loud voice cuts through the bubbly atmosphere.

A familiar voice.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

He’s still in the same spot as earlier, now inching closer to someone you can’t see through the crowd of people.

“You’re not going to get away with it, Rafe. Everyone knows you were the last one to see him alive,” a man calls out.

It takes you a moment, but you recognize him as Chase’s friend, the one who spoke at his funeral.

It takes you another moment to realize what he’s implying.

Rafe falters for a split second, then his face is practically in a snarl, staring at this man through seething eyes.

You watch his hand curl into a fist, getting closer to him.

“What makes you think you can say that to my face? You fucking liar,” he spits out, and before he can reach him, he’s stopped by Topper and Kelce on either side of him. Topper’s now holding what you guess is Rafe’s whiskey glass.

Your mind is working faster than your body, so all you can do is watch, confused about what is exactly happening.

The man gives Rafe a searing glare before he walks away, Rafe still yelling at him.

By the time you reach Rafe, Topper and Kelce have let go of him, and you don’t miss the glace they give each other.

You swallow as you find everyone else standing still, having seen the entire thing. People are murmuring to each other before the music slowly starts playing again.

His jaw is still clenched, but his eyes soften a little when he sees you.

“Rafe, what is going on?” You ask, still shaken up.

If you were more sober, you would be embarrassed, still feeling the heat of everyone’s stares.

“Nothing. Let’s go,” he says, an edge to his voice.

You look back at your friends, finding worried eyes. Rafe is already walking into the cooler air of the building, so you decide to ignore them, following him instead.

You know you’re drunk because you find yourself feeling sleepy on the drive home. Somehow almost falling asleep during Rafe’s ramblings about how ridiculous that man’s accusations are, how he should have showed him not to fuck with him.

“I just don’t know why he would say those things, Rafe,” you wearily say, walking into your house.

“He just wants someone to blame, babe,” he replies, taking off his suit jacket, hanging it on a kitchen chair.

You don’t notice how he wipes his nose, sniffling a little.

You frown slightly, unsure of anything that’s happened tonight.

“I just don’t want everyone to think you…” You can’t finish your sentence.

You feel his hands on your arms, like he’s trying to steady you.

“You don’t need to worry, alright? I can handle it.” His voice is low, assuring, but a slight darkness creeps in.

He looks over you, continuing, “Did I tell you that you looked beautiful tonight?”

You shake your head, finding his eyes.

“Well, you do.”

You crack a smile, and as you stare at his pink lips, you think about kissing him.

But then they start moving.

“I’m sure you’re tired. Why don’t you go relax?” He suggests, and all you can do is nod.

The warm water helps soothe your muscles, making you feel even calmer. You put down your empty wine glass, letting the rest of the liquid go down your throat.

You decided to listen to your husband, running yourself a hot bath while he poured you a glass of wine, a couple candles lit to help you relax even further.

You think he’s doting on you because he still feels bad about everything. You want to smile, thinking about Rafe, but your eyelids start to feel heavy. The thought you should get out of the bath pops into your mind but the wall in front of you starts to look blurry.

You don’t think you can move your body even if you wanted to.

You feel like you’re sinking, the smell of sandalwood engulfs you as you finally close your eyes.

Your body feels lighter as you go down, the water the next thing to take you.

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YANDERE MANAGER KIM HEADCANONS

Words cannot do justice how much I simp for this man, please why are the Lookism verse characters so good looking😭

With the sort of nonsense he's had to endure during his lifetime battling yakuza bosses and gangsters and unruly teenagers with the ego complex larger than Zeus himself, he has a pretty good reason to be protective and possessive and obsessive of you. The man here just wants to keep you safe at all costs no matter what and will do anything to ensure your safety, even if it means getting his hands dirty, for the sake of you to be happy. He just genuinely loves you. A lot to the extent that he's willing to murder people over it

He might have a stoic and aloof exterior and personality at times but he's a soft man at heart. He's someone who understands the passion of romance and he'll feel the flame of love igniting deep within his soul whenever he thinks of you. After all he's the one who's convinced Warren to love someone even if it's only temporary because in his opinion, a man truly becomes a beast and most powerful when he has a loved one to protect. This ex soldier here was quite lonely for a while without having a partner. He didn't really want to have a partner with raising his daughter Minji and him being worried about how she'd adapt to the new changes. However when Minji suggested he find himself a partner he was stunned to hear that from his daughter and decides to give it a shot anyway

A few days later he bumps into you, you work at the local bakery downtown and the second he steps inside your bakery, he's surrounded with warmth and the heavenly scent of baked goods lingering in the atmosphere as a soft smile forms on his face when his eyes land on you. You were busy baking some muffins and you had a pretty apron around your waist as you spotted him and waved towards him. When you smiled at him politely and greeted him and noted down his order, which was a red velvet cake with 2 blue berry muffins and 2 chocolate chip cookies, you mentioned that it might take a while to make. He didn't mind waiting honestly, it would give him an excuse to be in your bakery more and admire you. He struck up a light conversation with you and found growing attached to you rather quickly. However he did get slightly concerned when you told him that you lived alone, why would you live alone? There are so many dangerous things happening around the area in the country and you're living alone? That's something he's not too thrilled to hear about

You hand him his order in a box as your soft warm fingers brushes against his rough large calloused ones and he feels something warm creeping up inside him. A fuzzy warm feeling, a familiar spark and jolt of electricity and passion that he thought he might never get to feel before. His heart twinged slightly as he bade you a goodbye and sighed as he walked out of your bakery. However he started heading over to your bakery everyday, sometimes just to make conversation with you since he does find your company and presence rather pleasant. He doesn't want to burden you with the stories of his past from when he was Code 66 back during his military days nor does he want to tell you that he works at the white tiger job center for a certain fighting obsessed lunatic since he doesn't want to scare you off. He wants to protect you and shelter you from the bad things that keep happening. He can see the glimmer of innocence in your eyes, something that's quite rare these days since most people he's encountered were just plain egoistic corrupt people. But you're so different...a ray of sunshine in a dark world filled with chaos and entropy

He's an ex soldier with God tier fighting and detective skills. He'll ask Hansu to find out some information regarding you, ignoring the teasing from Jincheol about how he's fallen head over heels in love with you already. He just sighs and pointedly looks at him but he doesn't deny it. Hansu will end up finding everything about you in less than an hour and he'll have pages and pages of your biodata for Kim to take a look at. Kim knows he's being a bit out of line here but he just can't help but be curious. If you're in any kind of trouble or whatever he'll take care of the problem quickly. If someone's harassing after you or you have a creepy landlord, well good news for you because you don't need to pay your rent next month. Just ignore the broken bones and the bruises on the landlord given to him by a certain man who comes over to your bakery everyday

Have you seen this man fight? His kill ratio is insane, there's a reason people shiver when they're facing him against a fight. He might be soft and affectionate and warm towards you but when it comes to dealing with people to protect you, he'll be absolutely ruthless and will give zero damns who he's up against. He'll use his string and his fighting skills and put that person in the hospital for a while. Or just straight up murder them, depends on the sort of crime they do to you. Either way he will not relax or let it go if someone messes with you and harms even a single strand of hair on your pretty little head. When he goes on a murder rampage, not even Hansu and Jincheol would be able to stop him which is why they just let him do his own thing. Oh, and speaking of Hansu and Jincheol, congratulations, you now have them both looking out for you as well

His obsessive and possessive feelings for you would start when he feels like you're in danger from something. He'll invite you to stay over at his house for a few days and you can't even refuse him because the way he speaks will make you doubt yourself whether or not you're truly able to take care of yourself. You don't get a choice in this matter, you're staying with him and that's final. It's also a good time to introduce you to Minji. However little did you know, both father and daughter were obsessed with you. Minji greets you with a polite smile and she's finally glad she got to meet the person who's made her dad happy. She's another one who's willing to do whatever the hell it takes to ensure you'll stay with her dad. She's a sneaky one, if your coworkers are messaging you things she's not too pleased about, she'll sneakily delete their number from your phone and make it seem like you blocked them on social media. You're supposed to be with her dad, not some other undeserving person

Breakfast, lunch and dinner include you sitting with them and having your meal. Of course, no phone during that special time. Kim would love to do the cooking, he'll cook the best meals ever to ensure you have a good meal. He does get slightly tempted to embrace you from the back at times and kiss the nape of your neck softly while you're busy doing the dishes while Minji is secretly smirking to herself about how things are going well and how you're a part of their family now

If you try to go back to work, Kim might be a bit disgruntled at first but he'll allow you to do so to not seem controlling. However he'll fill your head with things like how you don't need to earn when he's there to take care of you and you could take a break for a while and such. He just wants to take care of you and shower you with his love. Minji would side with her dad too. They both are possessive over you, they know they're being possessive but they're overlooking it. It's for your safety after all. If you try leaving them, Minji would be hurt and upset and Kim would be hurt and devastated too. But he'd be determined to bring you back and it wouldn't take him long for him to find you. He'll just carry you in his arms and you can throw all the tantrums you want but he's not going to budge while he's taking you back home with him where you belong. He won't yell at you or raise his voice at you, he doesn't believe in hurting the ones he loves. But he'll gently chide you like a stern parent telling off a naughty child for their bad behavior. The next day the locks of the house will be changed and there'll be bars on the windows to prevent you from leaving

He's not completely heartless to prevent you from going outside either. He knows and understands you feel trapped which is why you'll still be allowed to go out. Provided it's with him or Minji. No more going out on your own, not even to the grocery store that's ten minutes away from the house either. However when it comes to someone taking you away from him...I want to say I hope they might be safe but who am I kidding at this point. He'll literally obliterate them from his path. How dare they mess with you, they'll literally pay with their lives. Or bones. He can't bear to see you cry, it hurts his heart. Minji and Kim would be on either side of you hugging you while you cry as Kim will gently brush away your tears and lovingly caress your cheek. You're his and he'd do anything to make sure it stays that way...

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depravitycentral · 11 months

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Yandere! Phinks Magcub General Profile

Yandere! Phinks Magcub x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, violence, Phinks slaps you, mentions of murder, mentions of non-con, mentions of masturbation, possessiveness, Phinks has anger issues, mentions of stalking, fem! reader, MDNI

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DARLING PROFILE:

Friendly

In general, Phinks is not a soft man. He’s a hard edged criminal, finding his thrills in beating others and theft. There is no part of him that’s sweet – in fact, he’d say that would almost be an insult.

And yet, there’s something weirdly alluring about a darling who is; someone who’s genuine, kind, and social. Phinks isn’t that much of a talker, but there’s something about just being genuinely friendly and open to other people that he finds incredibly cute. Naïve, yes, but adorable nonetheless.

It’s endearing to see his darling so freely chatting and interacting with those around them, making them smile and laugh and feel comfortable. It’s endearing, until suddenly it isn’t – once his obsession with them forms, Phinks is honestly hating this side of his beloved’s personality.

Of course, it’s overwhelmingly cute and only further shows just how soft and sweet and opposite his darling is compared to him, but once his possessiveness forms it’s a bit of a death sentence for anyone his darling decides to smile at, to give a random compliment, to do anything.

He wants no one taking his darling’s time, no one getting the opportunity to bask in the warmth and loveliness that is his sweet, precious darling. All of that is reserved solely for him, and he’ll be damned if he has to share.

So while this his darling’s friendliness is initially part of what attracts him, it also helps drive forward many of Phinks’s more troubling tendencies – he’s so possessive if only because his darling talks to so many strangers, and at the end of the day, isn’t it really just their fault? For being so damn sweet?

Playful

Despite being one of the most dangerous criminals in the world, it’s incredibly easy to fluster Phinks. He’s not particularly smooth with women, and so a darling that is quick on their feet is a perfect match for him.

He likes the idea of his darling being able to keep up with him, always knowing what to say to get him at a loss for words, their quick tongue making him bashful and struggle for words. It’s embarrassing to look so foolish when he’s blubbering and unsure of how to respond when they wink at him and tell him he’s looking handsome today, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn’t fucking love it, his ego multiplying tenfold with every compliment that slips past his darling’s lips.

He likes the idea of his darling being chipper and happy, if only because Phinks himself is easily swayed by his emotions, and having a positive darling helps him stay calmer and more in control.

Besides, as his obsession grows, so do his fantasies – he’s got this daydream of his darling cooking with him, all domestic bliss while they move around the kitchen and he sits at the dining table watching, with they sending him looks and throw jokes over their shoulder. He wants them to boop his nose with a bit of sauce or flour, then kiss it clean, winking at them and watching his face go bright red as he clears his throat and tries to recover.

It’s lame, he thinks, to be so vulnerable, but he can’t deny the way his heart races when he thinks of it, how he gets all warm and gooey on the inside like some lovesick teenage boy.

A playful darling would be a good fit, and Phinks is smitten as soon as he sees this side of them.

Patient

Because Phinks has issues regulating his emotions, having a darling who is more steady and consistent is a good match for him. He needs someone who is able to calm him down, to stop him from exploding and raging at the slightest inconvenience, and as time passes Phinks slowly begins seeing his darling as his rock.

He turns to them for emotional support more often than he would like to admit, and as soon as he feels rage swimming in his veins he’s desperately running to them, because even just seeing them calms him down, the anger replaced by fondness, love, yearning.

He becomes dependent on them from a very early stage, their presence being the only thing to make him feel normal, sane, calm, and he quickly grows addicted to the feeling.

His darling is like his own personal drug, and really, how can Phinks be expected to not chase down this feeling, to not snatch his darling up all for himself? He’s a selfish man, and he has his needs – he’s just lucky that his darling, with all their patience and ability to calm him, fulfill more than just one of his needs.

Many more.

Competitive

This one isn’t absolutely necessary for Phinks, but a more competitive darling is a significant turn-on for him. He likes a darling who isn’t completely meek; he wants them to be a bit of a spitfire, and while he doesn’t want them to be too competitive, he likes that his darling doesn’t just simply roll over and submit to those around them.

It’s attractive to see the way they get this glint in their eye, a desire to win rolling through them, and frankly, when Phinks sees his darling acting this way, he has to shift his pants a bit, discreetly trying to hide the way they’re getting just a bit too tight.

He likes this about his darling, but when it comes to him, Phinks doesn’t particularly like this trait. When he’s trying to take care of them, to protect them, he wants his darling to give into everything he says, to obey him without question.

He’s just trying to help them, and if his darling grows stubborn and decides to be a brat, he struggles to remain calm and rational, to not lash out and tell them to shut the fuck up and get into the bed, you have to sleep.

He wants his darling to keep this fiery personality trait, but to regulate it so that they aren’t super competitive with him – maybe playfully, sure, but not to the point where it throws a wrench in the relationship.

After all, he wants your relationship to normal, perfect, healthy, and if his darling is constantly fighting him, how can it be any of these things? Can’t they at least try and make it work, just like Phinks is? Can’t they see how frantically he’s trying?

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Lucid

Despite not exactly being the most romantic man alive, Phinks has enough knowledge about relationships to know that the way he feels for you is far from normal.

He’s very aware that you probably wouldn’t appreciate how his every thought revolves around you, how he’s constantly wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, how you’re feeling, if you’re thinking about him…

He knows the obsession he’s harboring over you is wrong, that he’s a creep and a perverted, sick freak for tracking your whereabouts, for killing any man that comes close to you, for loving you in such an uncontrolled, passionate way, and while he wants to stop himself, to halt the feelings his has for you and lose the intense fascination and desire he feels for you, Phinks just can’t – both in reality and in principle. His feelings for you are too great, too intense and overwhelming and wonderful for him to ever be able to dispel of. He'll quickly come to the conclusion that he’ll always be in love with you, regardless of what happens, and regardless of how long he lives.

There’s just no way to lose interest in the person he honestly believes is his soulmate, the person he’d give anything and everything for. He quickly gives up trying, because it only hurts his heart, only makes him more and more desperate for you.

And of course, there’s also the more selfish side of him that loves having someone to love, someone to care for and want to protect at all costs. You’re one of the only people in his life that Phinks actually gives a damn about, that he wants to see safe and smiling and free from every single curse this world can dole out, and so the mere concept of losing you, of trying to forget you and move on causes his heart to physically hurt.

You’re so important to him, the main reason why he’s still living (aside from the Troupe, of course), and while it eats him alive from the guilt, Phinks slowly begins rationalizing his obsession and need for you as simply wanting to give you the amount of love and care that you deserve. He wants to be a good partner for you, for you to always be satisfied and want for nothing because of him, and one of the ways in which he shows this is to absolutely spoil you.

He’s never been the best at soft, gushy feelings, but the warmth that brews in his heart when he picks up the bouquet of red roses, of soft baby blue buttercups, of white tulips, he can’t help but smile softly and feel his cheeks heating up, because you deserve every fucking flower in the world, and even then they wouldn’t be enough to compare to your beauty.

When he picks out the necklace he’d like to steal for you (he won’t tell you it’s stolen of course, but you’ll quickly come to realize the exact nature of his profession), his heart hammers in his chest at the thought of you wearing it, of you loving it and proudly telling him and the world that Phinks owns you, that he treats you so well, and that he gives you everything you could ever want.

He spoils you beyond belief, hoping that the gifts will make up for his all of his violent, overbearing, wrong tendencies. He hopes it’ll work, and for the most part it helps ease his mind – so if you’re somehow who doesn’t like getting gifts or being so indebted, get used to it.

Phinks wants to give you the world, and with his skills in the ways of procuring valuables, he’s readily prepared to give it to you. Anything for you.

Possessive

In Phinks’s mind, you are completely and utterly his.

He still has enough lucidity about his feelings to recognize that you’re your own person, but only to a certain extent – yes, you have your own feelings and thoughts, but every part of you belongs to him. Your mind, such a pretty and entertaining thing to him, is owned by Phinks Magcub himself, forced to bend to whatever he wants and dictates, just as it should be.

Your body (something he spends hours dreaming about, shaky fingers hovering over your curves for minutes at a time once he’s got you in front of him) is his property, for him to do whatever he pleases with.

He figures that because he does so much for you (all of the protection he provides you, the security and guarantee that no one will ever touch you), the least you could do is be willingly his, to give into his possessiveness and let him just completely own you.

He has a real problem with jealousy where you’re concerned; in his eyes, every single male on the planet is a rival for your love and affection, a possible deterrent from you realizing how Phinks himself is the only one you could ever be truly happy with or need. His automatic assumption for every man within a ten foot radius of you is that they want you, that they want to talk to you and smile at you and use you and touch you and fuck you –

His blood boils the second someone approaches you, regardless of their intent – your male friend stops by to ask about the newest assignment from your boss? Immediately Phinks is scowling, fists clenching at his sides, aura flaring up impossibly because why is this piece of shit staring at you like you’re some slab of fine meat?

When the man in the grocery store accidentally bumps into you after turning around, immediately Phinks is shaking with rage, angry that this man thinks he can just touch you like you’re some commoner, like you aren’t the literal reason for his very existence.

It’s unhealthy to be so controlling and obsessive over making sure that you stay his, and for the most part Phinks knows this – he knows that he really shouldn’t have a say in who you hang out with, who you think of and where your gaze falls as you sit on the subway car to work, but he just can’t help it.

You’re all he thinks about, all he cares about, the only thing besides killing and the Troupe that gets him up in the morning; it’s the promise of making sure that you’re safe, of making sure that nothing ever gets between the two of you that gives him the drive to function.

Of course, while the swirling mix of rage and utter desperation for you is never ending in his gut, he’s more than aware that in order to really have you, in order to get you to actually love him back and not be terrified of his every move, he can’t be nearly as obvious as he wants to be about his infatuation with you.

He wants nothing more than to sock every man in the face who so much as glances at you, to leave them bloodied, bruised and thrust to death in the most painful ways, all with you watching and seeing just how far Phinks is willing to go to prove his love to you. But he knows that if you saw that you’d only cower away from him, terrified of what he could do to you if he was able to destroy so many men larger, stronger and more knowledgeable about combat than you.

And really, fear is the last thing Phinks wants you to harbor for him – he craves a normal relationship with you, to have all of the overplayed, cliché romance Hallmark movie moments with you. So while the urge to just grab you and keep you away from everything and everyone, to keep you completely and utterly his is nearly too overwhelming to ignore, Phinks holds out.

For you.

Because he knows it’ll only push you away, and Phinks isn’t kidding when he says he would literally die without you – you’re a drug to him, and he’s a greedy man. He isn’t willing to share his supply of happiness with anyone else, no matter how you beg and plead with him. He’s stubborn, so it’s really in your best interest to just submit to your fate and let him hold you in his lap, hands awkwardly set at your sides and palpably clammy.

Just let him do what he wants, because in the end he’ll always get what he wants.

Protective

While he’s by no means a gentle man, there’s something about you that makes him pale at the idea of being rough. Maybe it’s because you’re just so weak compared to him, so soft and sweet and nice, but he can’t stomach the idea of letting other people hurt you.

He’s more than aware that the world is full of horrible, blood thirsty criminals who kill at the snap of a finger (hell, he’s one of them, he would know), and in the context of your safety, Phinks can’t help but imagine all the worst case scenarios. He can’t help but imagine any number of them getting their hands on you, of any of them deciding that you’d be a quick, fun kill. He can vividly see in his mind you being snatched off the street, gagged and bound at the wrists while some psychopath makes you cry and scream, your pretty blood staining your skin and the life draining from your eyes.

The idea of you being hurt, tortured, raped, killed or any number of other horrible things is genuinely something that gives him nightmares. There’s this cold, sinking feeling in his gut that forces him up and out of bed, racing towards your home when he awakes from these dreams, his lungs burning as he runs faster than he ever has.

He’s picking at your lock with trembling fingers, slipping inside and hurriedly rushing to your room, eyes darting around wildly to make sure that you’re still breathing, that your body is all in on piece, that you aren’t bleeding and sobbing and broken.

He’s only able to take a deep, steadying breath when he sees you safe and sound asleep, your chest rising and falling steadily while your eyes dart around under their eyelids.

It’s a calming sight, one that immediately makes his heart stutter, his cheeks heating up because god, how can you be so beautiful without even trying? He has to grab onto the corner of your drawers to steady himself and keep from sinking to his knees in relief, and sometimes even a tear or two will trickle down his cheek if the nightmare was particularly graphic.

You dream of strange men that night, fingers gripping onto your hand with a force that makes you wince, your palm clammy and aching when you wake up in the morning.

He’s paranoid about your safety, absolutely convinced that without him around you’d be nothing more than a pile of bones rotting in some monster’s basement or left to die in some ditch in the country side. He’s not used to caring so intensely about someone, and he’s quite honestly blindsided by the enormity of his feelings, of how the compulsive need to be checking up on you every minute of the day hits him so hard at the most random moments.

He’s irritated in a way, at how you seem to draw so much emotion out of him without even trying, but Phinks could never, ever be mad at you about it – after all, while it’s overwhelming and scary just how much he cares for you, he wouldn’t trade the way you make him feel for the world. You’re so warm and soft, and you make Phinks so fucking happy.

Just being around you is enough to give him a massive serotonin boost, a smile that doesn’t leave his face all day no matter how hard he tries (the blush is present too, and Feitan is constantly teasing him, always telling him how he’s such a sappy little schoolgirl, did you write about her in your diary?, only to be punched halfway across the room and still snicker). He’s giddy, truly, even if you so much as glance in his direction or give him some half-hearted smile. In general Phinks can’t express enough how grateful he is to have someone like you in his life, such a beacon of happiness and joy for someone as misguided and undeserving as himself.

It’s only natural, then, to want to keep his source of love and devotion and obsession safe, to make sure that nothing will ever touch you or harm your perfect body, your pretty skin.

He isn’t exactly subtle about his protectiveness over you either – you’ll realize very quickly that he thinks of you as a glass doll, with the way he’s always hovering at your side, moving you closer to him anytime another man passes, eyes raking over your frame at constant fifteen minute intervals to check for bruises or cuts.

(And, though you don’t know it, the way that Phinks rummages through your things and makes sure that every blade in your home is dulled, that your stove can’t go any higher than a medium setting, that your locks are all the highest quality grade, it makes his obsession over making sure you don’t ever get hurt more than apparent).

It’s a curse he doesn’t mind undergoing, if only because he honestly views you as needing him, requiring his protection to live your life.

He’s not exactly sure how you managed to survive as long as you did without him, but now that he has you in his sights, so obviously needing him and being desperate for a big, strong man like him to make sure that you can have the easiest life you can, Phinks will make sure that he lives up to your each and every expectation of him.

After all, your opinion means everything, and just seeing your smile and hearing your laugh is enough to have Phinks proud, knowing that he’s fulfilling his role, that he’s keeping you safe and happy and his.

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

Jealousy is something that gets the better of Phinks much more often than he’d like to admit. He’s so possessive, so hellbent on making sure that you stay his and that no one else even so much as looks at you, that it leads to him interpreting interest from other guys way more often than what’s really true.

You’re absolutely perfect to Phinks, a literal human embodiment of everything he could want in a partner, both good and bad. And because of this, he’s so convinced that everyone else would be just as in love with you, just as desperate to make you theirs and keep you with them as he is, so isn’t it his job to make sure that that can’t happen?

Everyone is a threat to the relationship he’s so desperate to have and build with you, and Phinks will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that nothing could ever possibly separate the two of you. His desperation is honestly a bit pathetic, to the point where many of the members of the troupe honestly take pity on him, thinking it’s sad to see their fellow comrade so helplessly obsessed with a sweet, innocent woman.

Jealousy consumes him, to the point where all he’s seeing is red, panic lacing at his chest because what if you decide that man who’s chatting with you and making you laugh is better than Phinks?

What if you decide that you’d rather be with the waiter at that restaurant you love – the one who always jokes around with you because you’re such a regular customer?

Phinks isn’t the most insecure man around, but when it comes to you and the question of your relationship, suddenly he feels like a teenage boy again; awkward in his own skin, terrified that the girl of his dreams thinks that he’s too violent, too ugly, too boring and mean.

And while he knows rationally that you don’t think these things, how can he help it when he’s watching from a few dozen yard away as you laugh and thank the man in the supermarket who helped you get the can of food at the very top shelf?

How can he help it when he sees you being so nice to others, being so kind and generous and friendly, only to have them turn around and exploit you for every ounce of kindness in your bones?

It makes him angry, beyond enraged to think of how others could be hurting you, how they could be trying to steal you away, wanting to beat you or kill you or rape you or any number of things – and so, Phinks must make sure that you stay safe, that there’s absolutely no chance on you ever being alone with another man. He has to keep your wellbeing in tact, and, of course, keep you completely his and his alone.

Because he feels so strongly when he sees that man approach you on the street corner and ask you in you know where the nearest bank is, Phinks has trouble holding himself back.

You’re kind to the man, blinking up at him and scrunching your brows in thought, trying to answer his question as he patiently stands beside you, a small smile on his face. Phinks is pissed – how dare this piece of shit, this worthless nobody approach you like that? How dare they start a conversation with you, stare at you, get to bask in your presence when only Phinks himself should be getting that pleasure?

His fists are clenched at his side, jaw set so tightly he almost fears his teeth might crack. His eyes are narrowed in on the both of you, his mind desperately telling him to stop, don’t do it, don’t do it Phinks she’ll just get scared and then you’ll make backwards progress – and it works, to a certain degree, up until the final straw as the man chats with you.

His hand, placed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you, leaning forward ever so slightly for what Phinks is absolutely positive is a glance down your shirt. Suddenly he isn’t just seeing red anymore – he’s seeing scarlet, the bloodlust oozing out of him enough to propel him forward, his face the epitome of rage as he cocks his fist, landing a hard punch against the man’s jaw, hearing a sickening crunch accompanied by the man’s screams.

He’s on the ground in a second, Phinks straddled above him, fists flying as he beats him to a pulp, the rage never ending as he thinks of all the terrible, horrible things that he’d likely been imagining with you, that he’d been aiming to try with you, all while Phinks was right fucking there (or, a good fifty away, but still). He’s growling out curses and spitting on the man, telling him that he’s just a stupid piece of shit, you’re fucking disgusting, you perverted bastard, trying to cop a feel and sneak a peek.

You’re left to watch, shocked beyond belief and too frozen to move as you watch Phinks slowly pull more blood from the man, his body already bruising and twitching as desperate sobs out what you can only assume are pleas to stop escape the victim’s throat. And yet, you can hear perfectly what Phinks is saying, some more distinctly than others – don’t fucking touch her, she’s mine do you understand? I own her, she’s mine, mine mine mine and no one gets to touch her, to look at her, to think about her, certainly not digusting wastes of space like you!

Your jaw is dropped, still too scared to move as you register his words, wondering who this ‘she’ was, if he possibly meant you…?

Phinks doesn’t stop until the man is disfigured beyond recognition, his face smashed in on itself from the beating of his fists, blood staining the pavement under his head, though the frantic rise and fall of his chest and the small pathetic, pained whimpers tell him that he’s still alive.

But at the sudden sound of you sharply gasping and stumbling backwards, trying to put space between yourself and the monster in front of you, suddenly Phinks’s eyes are widening, his head whipping around as he shoots to his feet, running over to you and caging his arms around you.

He pulls you flush against his chest, his heart beating wildly as he whispers frantic apologies in your ear, voice desperate as he tells you he’s so sorry, I don’t know what got into me – he was just touching you and his eyes were basically fucking you and I just – I can’t watch anyone do that to you. Please, you have to understand, tell me you understand!

And while you’re terrified, feeling some of the man’s blood rubbing off of Phinks and onto you, at the end of the day you’re more terrified of one day being in the man’s position, so you shakily nod, whispering that it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.

And as Phinks’s body relaxes, relief coursing through him, you can only stare into his chest, fear and hopelessness settling into your heart, because is this who he really is?

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

Phinks really does want you to want him.

He’s so in love with you, so desperate for you to return his feelings that it physically hurts, and as a result he’s trying everything he possibly can to approach you normally, to not give away how obsessed he is over you, how badly he wants to just hold you in his arms and never let you go, never let another living soul see you besides him.

He knows his feelings for you are unhealthy, that it’s wrong that he thinks of you as a possession, that he wants to own you, but he just can’t help it. And yet, because of his commitment to wanting to keep your relationship as normal as possible, as happy as possible, Phinks knows that doing something rash like stealing you away really isn’t the best idea.

It’s tempting – tempting as hell, if he’s being honest, because just the idea of you and him living together in a little house bought specifically for the both of you, you waiting patiently for him every evening with a hot dinner on the stove and a big welcome home kiss is enough to have him gulping, a blush dusting his cheeks at the sheer domesticity of it all.

He loves the idea of keeping you dependent on him, of keeping you only by his side where he can keep you safe and make sure that you understand how much he loves you, but he can’t bring himself to actually do it.

He can’t bring himself to gently knock you out, to cover your pretty lips and nose with a chloroform soaked rag, to throw you over his shoulder and give your bum a firm pat, a grin spreading across his features as he thinks of the wonderful, perfect life the two of you are starting.

He can’t bring himself to do it, at least without some push from an outside factor. Phinks will likely try to pursue a friendship with you – he wants to be around you at all times, to have your trust in him build, to make you comfortable and hopefully give you the chance to fall in love with him as well, and because of this he’s able to sate his overwhelming desire for you.

However, try as he may, Phinks just can’t get rid of his possessiveness; even dialing it down to seem more normal and healthy leaves him with enough emphasis on making sure that you don’t talk to anyone else, that you spend all your time with him to raise a brow. And you’ll quickly notice this – he’s a friend, one that you’ve grown to enjoy spending your time with, but his random bouts of jealousy, of insecurity and clinginess are just too much.

The way he butts into your life, changing your schedule to revolve around his is just too overbearing, the signs of a toxic friendship that you know you shouldn’t turn a blind eye to.

And so, you do what makes the most sense – sit him down and tell him that you don’t think you can be friends anymore, that he’s too controlling, too possessive, that you think it would be best if we took some time away from each other, just to clear our heads.

And Phinks is panicking across from you – take a break? Split up? He knows you’re not together yet, but he can’t shake the distinct feeling of rejection, the anger and fear and distress that the idea of you being separated from him causes.

And so, on a bit of a hasty split second decision, Phinks is pressing the pressure point on your neck, catching your limp body in his arms as he takes ragged breaths, mind swimming in anger, excitement and nerves as he hauls you towards your new home, your new life with him.

As a captor, Phinks isn’t too terrible – he’s never been much of a homemaker, not really someone who’s used to taking care of anyone but himself, and while he tries (he tries so, so fucking hard) for you, he’s not especially great at it.

Of course, your health is still the priority in his eyes, something that he cares for more than his own life, and because of this he gets only the best foods, making sure to cater to your tastes and keep your diet a plentiful mix of protein, starch and vegetables, so that your body can stay healthy and strong.

He’s making sure that there’s nothing in the house you could hurt yourself with, keeping every knife and razor away from you, putting a childlock on the stove, not letting you near the freezer. He doesn’t mean to be patronizing, but as he becomes paranoid about your safety and wellbeing, slowly he begins thinking of you as less and less capable, needing more of his help and guidance to do basic things.

He likes to bathe you (though he’ll never force you into it, only ever harboring it as a fantasy until you make it reality), to help dress you (when your body is sore from a night of intense, passionate fucking, he’s more than willing to help slip on one of his oversized shirts, loving the way it pools around your frame), to even help feed you when he’s in an especially loving mood.

But for the most part, Phinks isn’t too touchy with you. He still genuinely wants you to love him, to want to be with him and maybe even enjoy your time under his roof, and in all honesty he’s nursing the dream that one day you’ll turn to him unprompted, completely honest as you cuddle up against him and tell him in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard that you love him, that you’re so happy he’s with you, that you’d never, ever want to leave him.

And because he wants so badly for you to genuinely develop feelings for him, Phinks tries everything that he can to woo you – he’s not great with romance, has little to no experience, but he’s willing to do anything and everything if there’s even the slightest chance that it’ll make you smile at him, that you’ll look at him in anything other than fear, betrayal and apathy.

He begins watching rom-coms religiously, noting the various courting methods, how the male lead always seems to get the love interest laughing, smiling and telling them how funny they are. So, he tries to make jokes around you, hoping to get you to laugh and compliment him, and while you don’t particularly want to, sometimes they’re just so terrible and the look of hope in his eyes is just so heart wrenching that you can’t help but snort, chuckling lightly.

And to Phinks, just that step alone is enough to send him on a wild goose chase, doing everything he can to try and come up with other ways to make you see him in a more positive light. He’s scouring every resource he can – romance novels, online articles about attraction, relationship podcasts, everything and anything.

He even goes to the girls of the Troupe, asking with an embarrassed expression and rubbing the back of his neck if they have any advice on how to win a girl’s heart, something that they all react quite differently to.

Machi isn’t impressed – simply staring at him for a few moments and cocking her brow, before asking him why he thought that she would be a good person to ask – do I look like I’ve ever had a guy pining after me?

Pakunoda is more sympathetic, telling him to try the staples – buy her flowers from time to time, get her little gifts that you know she’ll like. Eventually it might add up over time to where she feels loved and cared for, and then she’ll be more willing to return your feelings.

But, surprisingly, Shizuku is actually the one that gives Phinks the best advice – hmm, well I think just being there for her is important. Ask about things she loves and get her in a happy mood, and just listen to her. Nod along and add a question or comment in every once in a while so she knows you’re listening, but just let her know that you’re genuinely invested in her.

Phinks takes the advice in stride, silently stewing on it before showing up at your shared ‘home’ the next day with a bouquet of lilies in your favorite color, a grocery bag full of your favorite snacks, and a nervous, carefully hopeful smile when he walks through the door.

And really, you know you shouldn’t think of him as anything but your captor, the man who stole you away and wants to keep you as his possession for the rest of your life, but there’s just something about the way he bites his lip as you go through the bag of candy, chips, junk food and snacks one by one.

There’s just something about the way he nearly trips over his own feet as you pat the seat on the sofa next to you expectantly.

There’s just something about the desperation with which he wants to please you, to make you happy and make you love him that will eventually get to you, no matter how hard you try to fight it. Because while it’s wrong and you know it, you’ve never felt this loved before, this desired and wanted, and it’s a strange sort of confidence and boost to your self-esteem, one that manages to warp your whole mental state into thinking that maybe you really do love Phinks, even if he’s a bit rough around the edges.

He spoils you, trying his best to give you every last piece of himself and his affection as he can, and eventually you’ll come to openly receive it, to fulfill his fantasy of you finally accepting him. Besides, there’s just something about the way he blushes and bounces his knee when you compliment him makes your heart melt, and when you tell him you love him, the way he looks so shocked, but so happy and soft and god, is he crying?

Phinks is desperate for you to return his feelings, for you to love him as he loves you, and he’ll stop at nothing to get you there.

PUNISHMENTS:

Phinks has a bit of a temper.

It’s something he’s always been aware of, and for the most part he couldn’t care less – he’s a thief, someone who gets what they want, and if he gets angry in the process, that just means a few more necks to break. He’s used to acting out on his anger, to mercilessly beating and killing those who make him mad, and in a lot of ways it’s simply autopilot to him.

But where you’re concerned, Phinks is absolutely the opposite. He’s terrified of hurting you, of somehow leaving marks of violence on your pretty, soft skin, and for the most part he manages to succeed in not lashing out against you, in not blemishing you in any way. He loves you, and the last thing he wants to do is abuse you, to punch you and kick you and take out every bit of his anger on you, so instead he tries to focus the rage elsewhere.

The desire to just punch something is too great to ignore, and if it can’t be your face or body, the next closest thing is the wall beside him. It scares you and never fails to leave you gasping and shuddering in fear as he punches a hole through the drywall, the grimace of anger and pain turning his features into some monster-esque look, and as you slowly back away, hands covering your mouth and trying to put distance between the both of you, Phinks can only sigh.

He hates scaring you, but his anger gets triggered so easily that it’s something he can’t even hope to control, that he can’t even try to conceal. He gets quite good at fixing drywall, and for a long while it works out. He gets angry at you, punches a hole in the wall, spends a few minutes breathing deeply and muttering under his breath, before turning to you and telling you to not go near the kitchen knives again, do you hear me?

And for the most part, you’re scared into submission. You very vividly remember him beating the living shit out of any guy who so much as looked at you before he stole you away, and because of this you’re more than aware of just how strong he is, at just how talented he is at throwing punches and drawing blood.

Life with Phinks is really just a balancing act in a lot of ways – he wants to please you and make you happy, so as long as you smile and hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear and try to not to make him angry at you in any way, you’ll be just fine.

That being said, there are moments when Phinks loses control, when he lets his anger cloud his mind and overwhelm him, his natural habits of lashing out coming to the surface.

Punching the wall is fine and it’s something that he does mostly when it’s small things you do that trigger his anger, like turning the stove on, hopping into the shower without telling him, flinch away slightly when he goes to peck your forehead. But when it’s larger offenses, things that you do that genuinely make him rage, Phinks has a tendency to get a bit more violent, a bit more mindless in his actions.

When he tentatively reaches a hand out to run his callused fingers over your hair, his breath hitches when you softly smile, telling him in a faraway, dreamy voice that you had a friend who used to play with my hair, it was always my favorite. They were really good at it, too.

His whole body is freezing before suddenly shaking, his breathing ragged as he realizes that you’ve just brought another person up, that you’re thinking of someone else while he tries to be loving and intimate with you, and before he knows it he’s on his feet, pushing you against the wall and slamming your back into the hard expanse.

You gasp sharply, staring up at him with wide, fearful eyes while he glares down at you, his teeth grinding together as the swirling pool of jealousy builds greater and greater in his chest, his gut twisting painfully when he realizes that he’s not he only one on your mind, like you are for him.

Don’t you ever talk about anyone else when you’re with me, do you understand? He growls out, hanging his head low so that you can’t see his eyes. You’re terrified, every inch of you trembling in fear as his grip grows tighter on your shoulders.

Answer me!

His voice is loud, curt and terrifying, and as you squeak out a timid y-yes! I understand Phinks, I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to make you jealous, she was just a friend – but before you can finish your rambling, frantic apology, a sudden sharp noise and an overwhelming stinging sensation against your cheek has you whimpering, pain flaring up and making your eyes well with tears.

Phinks is breathing hard, his eyes wild as he stares down at you, his hand still raised as if to slap you again, but when you quietly start crying, the pain mixed with the fear and hopelessness of the situation, suddenly Phinks is snapping out of his rage fueled daze, his heart stopping in his chest as he sees you cowering in front of him, cradling your cheek with tears streaming down your face, your body trembling while you beg him to not hurt you again.

And the guilt the hits Phinks square in the chest has him gasping, stumbling away from you and clutching onto his head, self hatred and regret making him shed a few tears of his own, realization that he just hurt you spinning through his mind.

And before you even get to a chance to say or do anything, suddenly he’s racing out the front door, the locks snapping into place as you slowly sink to your knees, sobbing and letting the emotions wash over you.

Meanwhile, Phinks is wandering aimlessly through the city, not hesitating to mercilessly snap the neck of anyone who dares approach him or try to talk to him, all the while he desperately tries to come up with a solution to make it up to you, to apologize for being such a monster. And, when he returns home a few hours later to find you curled up on your bed, a plush blanket thrown over your figure, he can only gulp and lightly knock against the door, watching as you stiffen up and say nothing.

He sighs, hanging his head and stepping inside the room, placing the bags in his hands onto the bed.

I’m sorry, he starts, discomfort and shame coursing through him. I shouldn’t have hit you, I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you, I shouldn’t have – look, I’m really sorry and I really, really regret it. You don’t have to forgive me, but I got some uh, some stuff while I was out… and as he gently motions the bags towards you, you slowly sight up, eyeing him wearily with puffy eyes as you paw at the bags.

You’re careful to open them, but when you see the packages of food, the jewelry case with a soft silver necklace sitting in it, you can’t help but feel a bit better, as materialistic as it is. And when you move to the next bag, you nearly cry – pictures and frames from your old home, little stuffed animals and knick knacks you’d cherished that were ripped away from you. your favorite books, a blanket, and countless other treasures that have you softly smiling, wiping at your eyes while Phinks watches with bated breath.

And when you finally look up at him, something in your chest feels warm, and immediately you know that you’re too far gone. Because when you look at Phinks, the man who stole you away, who keeps you locked up in his home, dependent on him and loses his anger when you talk about another soul, you only see an awkward, love struck man, who loves you more than life itself.

You know it’s Stockholm Syndrome at work, but as you softly whisper I forgive you, Phinks, you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when the relief on his face is practically palpable, when he fiddles nervously with his fingers as you slowly get up and move to hug him. He gasps quietly, chocked by your affection, but quickly he’s clutching you against him, leaning down and breathing deeply next to your hair, letting your scent calm him as he basks in the feeling of holding you.

It’s wrong, but as time passes, you’ll slowly come to love Phinks – in a twisted, warped way, but isn’t all love just so wonderful?

OVERALL DANGER:

7/10

Phinks, despite being a violent, misguided man, is actually a rather tragic yandere – he’s so desperate for you to love him back, for you to hold even an ounce of the adoration and affection he feels for you, and he’s not at all subtle about it, no matter how he tries.

He wants to love you like a normal man, to give you a happy, loving life by his side, but he just can’t – his obsession is too strong, his possessiveness too overwhelming. He wants to keep you safe and happy, to keep you healthy and next to him, and he really does have good intentions for the most part – he’s awkward in love, nervous and anxious and wanting to constantly be around you.

He’s possessive to a fault, wanting to keep you utterly his and his alone, and in all honesty that’s what fuels the vast majority of his yandere tendencies – when he’s mercilessly attacking other men who might be construed as rivals for your love and affection, it’s the thought of keeping you by his side that’s guiding him.

When he’s gently knocking you out and slipping you into the new, queen sized mattress he’d stolen just for the two of you, it was all on the basis of making sure that you never stray from his side, that he can keep you close and safe and his for the rest of your lives.

He just wants you to love him back, and you honestly might – the desperation he feels for you is strong enough that you can almost physically feel it, the utter need and desire to just be loved by you pulling at your heartstrings and making you eventually decide that he isn’t too bad, that he could be much worse.

And really, Phinks will take anything he can get – he loves you, so much so that it physically hurts, and the second that you show him that the feeling is returned, he’s holding you in his arms, pressing you against him so tightly that you’ll never escape.

#yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere phinks magcub #_lee's profiles #_phinks magcub #_hxh

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psychedelic-ink · 7 months

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sil!!! congratulations on your milestone, that's an incredible feat! i'd love 📖 with any pedro boy of your choosing!

y'know how when you go to a concert and you get a mini crush on the cute guy (or girl or whomever) that's standing in the crowd before the show starts? or maybe they're manning the merch table? or getting a drink at the bar? sometimes you end up talking to them, sometimes you just look on in awe. it's like, wow THAT beauty is here?? that happens to me at least once every show i go to and i'd love your take on it! either from the reader's or the boy in question's pov!

congrats again, you absolutely deserve it!!! <33

thank you so much for this request bby! I had so much fun writing it and since he is your username, I decided to go with pero 💙💙💙 honestly I could've written a whole one-shot for this

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐩

modern!pero tovar x f!reader

genre: modern au, strangers to lovers, fluff with a hint of spice towards the end

word count: 0,4k

summary: you go to a paramore concert and meet a charming stranger.

The air is charged with anticipation as you enter the venue, the distant hum of excited chatter and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the crowded space. The venue is bathed in a warm, dim glow, the stage set with instruments and microphones. As you make your way through the tightly packed crowd, the buzz of excitement heightens, and your heart quickens its pace.

There, in the midst of the eager crowd, you spot him. A complete stranger who is without a doubt one of the most beautiful people here. His presence seems to radiate a quiet confidence, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he's just stepped out of a breezy afternoon. You notice a faded scar running over his eye. His eyes scan the venue with a subtle intensity.

You hold your breath.

Your eyes lock for a brief moment, and in that exchange, the atmosphere shifts. It's as if the world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you.

But then the moment is broken. The lights dim, and the crowd erupts into cheers as Paramore takes the stage. The opening chords resonate through the venue, sending waves of energy through the tightly packed dancers. The stranger's attention is now fully on the stage and you can't really blame him.

During one of your favorite songs, your eyes meet again, and this time, the stranger offers a smile. It's a small, genuine curve of his lips that sends a rush of warmth through you.

The concert becomes a blur of lights, music, and shared moments. As the crowd jumps and screams, you find yourself lingering for a moment, not wanting to break eye contact.

But then, to your surprise, he walks toward you with a confident stride. His eyes meet yours, and without saying a word, he extends a hand.

"I'm Pero," he says with an accent. "Care to join me?"

The invitation is clear, and without hesitation, you take it.

The music intensifies, Pero's hands begin to trail down your sides, igniting a fire within you. His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispers how you caught his eye and how gorgeous you are, which makes your heart race. You turn to face him, your bodies pressing together along with your lips.

The bass pounds in your chest as your lips meet, each kiss sending electric shocks through your body. The intensity between you builds with every touch, the music serving as the perfect backdrop to your desires. As the song comes to an end, you can't help but melt into each other, knowing that this is only the beginning of a wild and unforgettable night.

#pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x fem!reader #pero tovar au #pero tovar fanfiction #the great wall fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #on cloud 9k

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tenebraevesper · 1 year

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Sonic Prime (My Thoughts)

So, I had just a marathon of the first 8 episodes of Sonic Prime and here are my initial thoughts before I start thinking rationally. Since my thoughts are too much of a mess to create any sort of proper cohesion, there will be spoilers.

First of all, Sonic Prime is awesome! I had so much fun watching it and every time one episode ended, I found myself craving for the next one. You know that something is good when you come to the end and find yourself wanting more. The animation, the voice acting, the action, the comedy, even the angst... it all hits right. Now, I might be biased, but honestly, I don’t care. I know that some people might not have the same opinion as I do, and that’s okay. I am proud to say I fully enjoyed every second of this show.

Next, the episodes themselves. Unless I have missed something, I don’t believe there was any filler episode. Instead, we have non-stop action, lore drop and even quiet moments. I did hear from someone that, at least in the beggining, the pacing is a bit off, but I guess this show needs a bit of a warm-up, but once it gains momentum, it just keeps going. I genuinely felt my heart racing at times (and it still is). Also, another thing to note is that episodes have flashbacks to show us more about Sonic’s life before the whole Shatterverse happened, including how we came to that moment. I can imagine that some people might find them tiring, but I didn’t.

The plot is also very simple. Sonic has to find the Paradox Prism Shards and save his friends and his world. Most episodes are centered around New Yoke City, which is the main world Sonic returns too whenever he leaves another world, with the Chaos Council (consisting of five Eggman at various ages) trying to track him down after learning what the Shard can do (also, Mr. Dr. Eggman wears a toupee).

Following next are the characters, and I gotta say I really enjoyed how they were all written. Although, I can imagine that some people will find Sonic obnoxious due to being very impulsive and not focusing (and Shadow constantly reminding him of that). However, he has his heart in he right place and genuinely reflects on his mistakes and wants to fix them. As for the other characters, I adore them all, especially Tails Nine (he’s definitely my favorite Shatterverse character). By the end, I just wanted to give him a hug.

Now, I’m pretty sure you’re wondering what the deal is with Shadow. After all, he was the character people were worried the most about when it came to writing, fearing he’ll be reduced to a Vegeta-esque behavior.

Well...

In all honesty... I absolutely love Prime!Shadow!

Now, I gotta give more context regarding his character in Sonic Prime, so be warned, this is spoiler territory you’re entering.

Shadow was basically introduced in the first episode watching Sonic’s fight with Dr. Eggman and him unleashing a blast of energy that led Eggman to the Paradox Prism. Then he appears again, telling Sonic how everything’s broken, before finally reappearing in the flashback and clocking Sonic in the face.

So, what gives?

Well, we learn in the second episode that the reason why Shadow was in Green Hill was because he was searching for a Chaos Emerald and eventually finding the green one.

Why was he searching for it, I have no clue, but I guess it would be a good idea to have one Chaos Emerald at hand just in case. We then see him reacting to the blue blast of energy and foreseeing what will happen next.

“Sonic!”

Not gonna lie, I legit laughed at his reaction. Out of context, it feels as if Shadow has a sixth sense for whenever Sonic messes things up. So, he quickly races to where Sonic is and punches him straight in the face, questioning him about what he had done, which leads to them fighting each other.

So, to put the debate to end, yes Sonic was just minding his own business when Shadow attacked him, but Shadow was also minding his own business when Sonic caused that energy blast.

In any case, Sonic engages in some banter, with Shadow telling him to listen for once. What he doesn’t do is tell Sonic what he saw (admittedly, Shadow was never the best at communicating) and the two continue their fight, with Sonic noting how he’s on a mission, only to not tell Shadow what this mission is about.

Let’s just say that this wouldn’t have happened if both Sonic and Shadow failed at communicating. In any case, Sonic manages to to get the drop on Shadow (in the most hilarious way possible; idk if that beats Boom!Eggman’s attempt to trick Boom!Shadow in Sonic Boom, but it was funny to me) and get back to his friends, with Shadow following him.

He manages to get to the entrance of the cave, just in time to see Sonic shattering the Paradox Prism and use Chaos Control to save himself.

However, that leads to him getting trapped inside the Void, which is basically a space between the worlds of the Shatterverse. He cannot escape it, but whenever Sonic kicks with his super speed into overdrive, he can somewhat communicate with the latter, trying to tell him what is going on. His exact advice was for Sonic to keep on running, as this is how they can maintain communication and it also appears to be a way for Sonic to go between worlds, since he is juiced up on Paradox Prism energy.

In the (currently) last episode, Sonic manages to enter the Void again, coming face-to-face with Shadow.

Sonic is surprised to see him, thinking this is another Shatterverse!Counterpart and tells him he just wants to go home.

“Home? Home doesn’t exist anymore because of you!”

Furious, Shadow punches Sonic again and before we can see the end result, the episode’s over. Episode 1 ends with Shadow punching Sonic and now Episode 8 ends the same, and I’m all for it.

Man, that was a roller-coaster. I definitely love what they did with Shadow and considering the information we’ve been given, Sonic and Shadow will have to learn to work together to figure things out (and hopefully get better at communicating). I read that there will be a whole episode centered around the two and I’m looking forward to seeing it.

Also, Sonic? Introducing your rival with “It’s complicated” makes me really raise an eyebrow.

Oh, and this gem...

‘‘...and by the way, he roller-skates!”

“They’re air shoes.”

Shadow just casually interrupting Sonic’s narration and breaking the 4th wall is everything.

In any case, I absolutely love Sonic Prime and I want more from it! Also, I’m probably gonna be insufferable about it.

#Ten's Thoughts #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower #amy rose #rouge the bat #big the cat #Shadow is 100% justified in beating up Sonic.#It's on sight!#Sonadow fans are gonna have a field day with these two.#I want more!#sonadow

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moonlit-midnight · 1 year

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I love the light (that I’ve found in you)

Characters: Jade Leech.

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship, Mild angst.

Summary: In which Jade is bent on being friends with a certain lonely, outcast faery.

Warnings: GN!Reader, is a hybrid fae.

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Three years into your life in Night Raven College, and you still couldn’t comprehend how a certain merman named Jade Leech decided to drag you into his own world.

You were a loner. People steered clear of your path because of your overwhelming aura and frightening background.

They feared you because you were a hybrid faery who belonged to the Dark court and the Winter court; two powerful Faerie courts that thrived in chaos, alluring temptations, nightmares and bloody wars.

All your life, the majority of people you met didn’t want to befriend you because your presence was lethal in every sense of a word.

Yet, Jade Leech had the nerve to build a friendship with you.

Ever since the day he set his curious eyes upon you, the merman had been determined to make you a friend of his.

At first you were skeptical and wary of him.

In the past, people who approached you always bore an ill-will and ulterior motives, but Jade Leech didn’t have any single bad intention towards you.

He simply wanted you to be his friend, and him to be yours.

You were a tough shell to crack, but somewhere along the way, you bravely allowed Jade to march into your little lonely heart, and letting yourself in his daily life.

To be perfectly honest, accepting his friendship was the best decision you ever made and you regret nothing.

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“I love you, my dear friend. Don’t you ever let a day go by without knowing that.” Jade reached out, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You love me too much, Leech. Sometimes it makes me think that you picked the wrong soul to pour your love into.” Leaning back on the sofa, you smiled faintly at your merman friend beside you.

You were lazing around in the Mostro lounge, doodling random drawings on your pretty turquoise sketchbook; one of your personal favorite gifts from Jade.

It was closing hour, but the lights were still on and a mellow tune played in the background.

“I want you to see yourself a mess, and still believe that you are worthy of love and goodness. I want to tell you that I can still love you anyways.” Jade answered steadily, no lie detected in his words.

He was an honest and straightforward person, especially to you.

“Well, tell me , what things worthy of love can be found in someone like me?” You countered, cold-iron heart melting at Jade’s warm, affectionate words.

“Everything about you.” Came his simple response, his eyes lingered on you, twinkling like shining stars.

Jade always held a deep fascination towards the most whimsical creatures, and he believed that peculiar and misunderstood beings like you deserved all the love in the world.

There was a wondrous charm about you that he found absolutely beautiful.

Honestly, if people took their time getting to know you and see you for who you really were, they would be surprised to discover that beneath your fearful exterior exists a tender heart and a kind soul buried deep within you, and Jade himself was a sole witness to your true self.

Others viewed Jade as an absolute weirdo for bringing a person like you in his life, but he didn’t care about their nonsensical opinions.

You were his friend and not theirs, so what business do they have to judge him and talk bad about you.

He wouldn’t trade his friendship with you for the world, and you wouldn’t trade his genuine affection for you for the world.

He was a light, the light of your life, and you wholeheartedly loved the light you’ve found in him.

For so long since you were a child, you wanted to be loved more than to be alive.

To be loved felt good, and in Jade Leech you found the love that suited you and your heart perfectly.

#🌸hannah’s musings #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #twst scenarios #jade leech x reader #jade leech x fluff #jade leech #twst x jade leech #twst x jade #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x fluff

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eth3real-ess3nce · 2 years

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How I would handle each moon sign's bad mood (my experience)

Aries moon - I would let you spam our chat with your venting. I had this one friend with his moon in aries and he was so freaking bold about what bothered him. So go ahead, vent to me with no filter. I will listen and acknowledge what fucks with your head. Be as edgy as you like. Yes baby, break this chair too. When you finish, I'll let you know that you don't have anything to prove to the world. It's not you against them. It's you against you. I'll make you see that you have set extremely high standards for yourself and you barely acknowledge your own strengths. Some people can't see it because they don't function in your pace. You're an innovator, love. Own it.

Taurus moon - Honestly, these folks just want to be left alone. They'll talk about it later. Meanwhile, I'll provide you with what makes you comfortable the most , either snacks or something that soothes your senses. Yeah, taurus=senses, cliche huh? But am I wrong? Comfort movie? Blanket? Little kiss on the forehead? I know you want it. When you decide to talk about it, I'll make sure to boost the way you feel about yourself. Because deep down, you give and give to others but, it's like a subconscious act in order to feel that you're worthy of something.

Gemini moon - I'll let you talk, and talk and talk.. and talk. Let me know about everything that concerns you about the matter you're upset about. Each of your perceptions. I'll just listen and reassure you because you need to know that your thoughts and opinions matter. I'll also let you crack a joke just so you break the awkward feeling of being too emotional in front of me. I'll laugh along, but I'd secretly pray that you stopped feeling embarrassed for being human and having feelings.

Cancer moon - I would look into your eyes, which are always filled with gentleness, and let you know that I'm always a safe space for you. Cancer has a sweet tooth, how about some chocolate to soothe your inner turmoil? Or some freshly baked homemade cookies? Most cancer moons stay to themselves; no matter how much they open up to you, they always have a safe distance. You're so in touch with your emotional world so I trust you with your outbursts. But that doesn't mean you I won't allow you to bury yourself inside my embrace when things get too rough.

Leo moon - Your heart feels warm and it is loyal, but there's pride in there as well. I know you value my friendship but you don't want to be too vulnerable. We'll talk about your moodiness and I'll lift you up. Heck, you're awesome and you're radiant and you need to be reminded about it. I'll take your photos and make loud dramatic noises because I admire your regal presence so much. Even if you don't think you're a stunner, it's my duty now to make you feel so.

Virgo moon - You push everyone away from truly getting into your head, don't you? I'd let you know that doing multiple things at once isn't very.. helpful. No you won't escape from your own mind this way! I'll do the bed for you. I'll do your hair for you. I'll put your favourite tunes on and I'll smile as you won't resist quietly singing the lyrics. If you don't even want to be involved with the song, that's when I'll know the mood is REALLY bad.. but even then, I will not leave you alone with your self-deprecating thoughts.

Libra moon - Honestly, I'd shower you with compliments. The genuine ones, of course. I'd listen to what you have to say and I'd remark on your intellect. Something fine would instantly improve your mood. Your favourite glass of wine? Getting out to try some perfumes on our skins? Gifting you a skin lotion that has your favorite scent? All with a big smile on my face, trying to match yours. <3

Scorpio moon - I wouldn't tire you into opening up to me and I wouldn't comment on your smoking habit either. I'd let you know you can express your dullness around me whenever you have the blues. You're a water moon though, you have to know I am considerate of your emotions. Scorpio is a fixed sign, originally ruled by mars. People label you as difficult. But you just consistently do what you think is the right thing to do. Doesn't everyone want that for themselves? Well, you just tend to see deeper. And at times, through the opposite of what's called rose-tinted glasses.

Sagittarius moon - You know your emotional reactions are extra. You don't have to be reminded by other people. Your whole life philosophy takes form based on your emotional experiences. I know it's difficult for you to move on even if your moon is in a flighty, fun sign. Deep down you'd like to belong somewhere, it just has to be a place where you don't worry about a damn thing. My dear, I'd take car rides with you to nowhere and let you blast your favourite songs. I'd see places with you, laugh at your snarky comments about off-looking strangers we meet and play dares, until your pain conceals completely in the moment.

Capricorn moon - Just like cancer moon, you are aware of your inner turmoil. You know what you need in order to have your waters calmed. But nine out of ten times, it's a self destructive method. "It is what it is", you love chanting. You don't want others to be bothered by your emotions because it's " not productive" and it's "time consuming" . Nevertheless I'll treat you like my baby and praise you for your work because you just really need to be seen. Yes I'll get this thing done for you just how you like it. Similar to cancer moon, as I said, you prefer to have your alone time when you have the blues. You want to handle it alone because you believe you have found the best solutions. Regardless, I'll hold your hand while you're trying to recollect your sense of self.

Aquarius moon - We're going to celebrate for you being the odd one out instead of mourning about it. There's no way you're full of flaws, right? I'll try to pull the best jokes for you and listen to your strong rants as well. You do need to socialise but you also need to isolate when you feel off, so you can brood in peace. I'll let you know that you're so appreciated and all your selfless acts mean everything. Nahh, you're not an a*shole. To me, you're my ratchet friend. You're a star the world isn't advanced enough for. I'll try to teach you patience, for your own good.

Pisces moon - For you, I won't boost your self-deprecating lifestyle and thought patterns. You always love to whine to me about how sensitive and ridiculously fragile you are. I simply must let you know that sensitivity is one of the biggest virtues to possess out there. Most of the time you're two fish swimming in a loop, inside a palm sized pond. Aren't you tired of swimming in the same old comfortable waters? You're originally ruled by Jupiter for Christ's sake! Own your ability to expand! Jupiter favours you in ways you never imagined. Just tap into it. I know you can be naive but that doesn't overturn how smart you are. You just want someone to rejuvenate your faith and I know I have to be that someone.

#moon signs #aries moon #taurus moon #gemini moon #cancer moon #leo moon #virgo moon #Libra moon #scorpio moon #sagittarius moon #aquarius moon #pisces moon #Astrology moon

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andiwriteordie · 1 year

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One shot(/s) about Will coming out to the Party sweetness pls!

thanks for the prompt!! here you go :)

the stars welcome him with open arms

It’s quiet in the room.

It’s quiet in the room, and Will really feels like he can’t breathe right about now. He finds himself staring at literally anywhere but his friends, and though he’s had the layout of the Wheelers’ basement memorized since he was five years old, the familiar walls of this room are much better to look at right now than any of the other Party members.

His own words echo back to him.

I’m gay.

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I’m gay.

…

I’m gay.

Finally, it’s El who speaks up first.

“What is… gay?” his sister asks hesitantly, and Will looks up quickly, his eyes going wide.

(Well, um… that’s not a reaction he’d considered, though he probably should’ve.)

Will feels warmth rise to his cheeks, and he winces, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and only looking at his sister. He still really, really doesn’t want to see the other Party member’s reactions. “I-I, um… it means, that… well, that I like boys,” he rushes, his cheeks getting warmer by the second. “Romantically. I mean.”

El’s lips form into a little ‘o’ shape, and she nods in understanding, offering him a smile. “Okay,” El says, like it’s obvious. “I do too.”

And honestly, Will can’t help the little laugh that escapes his lips, because El’s reaction is just so her. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that El wouldn’t know what it means to be gay—and thus also wouldn’t know what it means to be homophobic. To her, Will liking boys is as normal as saying that… that the sky is blue and that grass is green.

“Some people, um… most people don’t think that’s okay,” Will explains, quieter now. He still can’t look at his best friends, who have gone suspiciously quiet. “It’s, um… it’s not really normal, I-I guess, and they—”

“They’re wrong.”

Will stops abruptly, and he turns to look at Lucas, who had just spoken, in surprise. All at once, relief floods Will’s heart as he sees a reassuring, warm smile on his best friend’s face.

“They’re wrong,” Lucas repeats, but he’s staring directly at Will, the look on his face genuine. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay, and it’s stupid how upset people get over it!”

“Yeah, seriously,” Dustin jumps in, and Will turns to his other best friend now. Tears well in his eyes as Dustin grins at him. “You can date whoever you want to date, dude! Not that there’s really anyone around left to date, since… you know, the world’s ending and all that. But screw anyone who says you can’t.”

A watery laugh escapes Will’s lips, and he smiles back at his best friend. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, El says, “They are mouthbreathers?”

Everyone in the room turns to look at El. There’s a frown on her face now, and her arms are crossed over her chest as she looks to Will for confirmation.

Again, Will opens his mouth to respond, but he’s not the one who ends up answering El’s question.

“Total mouthbreathers,” Mike says firmly, and Will’s breath catches as he hesitantly turns to his longtime best friend. There’s a bit of an unreadable expression on his face, and Mike can’t quite meet Will’s eyes yet. “People like that are assholes.”

He pauses here; then slowly, Mike turns to face Will now. The look on his face softens, and for a moment, it feels like it’s just the two of them in the room. There are a million different emotions in his eyes that Will can’t even begin to wrap his mind around, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.

Because somehow, Will knows exactly what Mike is trying to say.

I’m proud of you. And this doesn’t change anything. You’re still you.

Fresh tears well in Will’s eyes, and he smiles back at his best friend. A tiny smile forms on Mike’s face, before he glances away and adds, “Anyways. If anybody says shit to Will or about him, you should totally break their arm again.”

“And make them piss themselves,” Lucas adds, and as Dustin and Mike both start cracking up, Will just stares at his sister in shock.

“Wait, you did what?” Will asks incredulously.

A little smirks tugs at El’s lips, and she looks around the room at the other Party members fondly. “I made a boy pee himself,” she says proudly. “And I broke his arm. It was fun.”

“It was Troy,” Dustin adds. “So, he totally deserved it.”

Will just laughs, shaking his head and looking at his friends incredulously. “Okay, okay, you’re going to have to tell me this story,” he says, rolling his eyes. “And then, I want to know why none of you thought about telling me this.”

Matching grins form on his best friends’ faces, and Mike nods excitedly. “Alright, so it all happened back when you went missing a few years ago…”

(And as the four of them begin to recall the story that they all swear they’d mentioned to him before, Will can’t help but laugh. There’s a warmth and a comfort and a relief inside of his heart unlike anything he’s ever known.

His best friends know one of his biggest secrets, and it hasn’t changed a single thing. They still love and welcome and accept Will for exactly who he is.

And this, Will thinks, is what it feels like to be at home—safe with the people he loves.)

#andi's asks #andi writes not dies #will byers #god i love will byers so much ok #the party

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silvfyre-writings · 7 months

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Snapshots Pt. 8 (BSD Fanfic)

I gave you paperboy last night, and this morning, I gift you snapshots!

This fic is such a comfort to write (ignore that I've had this chapter done for ages)

Enjoy!

There was just something about cuddling with Ranpo that Poe loved.

He loved waking up every morning to Ranpo wrapped in his arms, with Ranpo’s back pressed to his chest, their hearts beating in sync with one another. Their legs would be tangled, and Poe’s nose would be tickled by hair, but honestly, he’d have it no other way. He loved how snug Ranpo fit into his arms, and how warm he was compared to his own cool skin; it was perfect for those cold winter nights where blankets and heating just weren’t enough.

He loved stretching out across the couch after many hours of writing, Ranpo coming to join him the moment he noticed his lap was free of a laptop, arms winding around Poe’s middle, and head coming to rest on his chest. He would close his eyes and just focus on the rise and fall of Ranpo’s chest underneath his hands, using it as a way to ground himself if and when he wasn’t feeling the greatest.

He loved trailing his fingers all over Ranpo’s body whenever they cuddled, lazily tracing mindless patterns into whatever skin his fingers happened to graze over; sometimes it was Ranpo’s stomach, sometimes it was his thighs, but most of the time it was Ranpo’s back that the patterns were traced into. And without fail, it would send Ranpo right off to sleep, regardless of where they were; not that Poe minded, because it was worth it to see the relaxed look on his beloved’s face.

There were of course, times were cuddling was a need rather than an indulgence to savour.

Like whenever Ranpo had a nightmare and needed to be held whilst he cried and shook in Poe’s arms. Bad dreams weren’t uncommon in their home; bad cases and bad memories often laid the path clear to the subconscious for the dreams to enter, and they always sucked. But while Poe considered himself more than capable of dealing with his own nightmares, Ranpo was not nearly as lucky. Nightmares often clung to Ranpo like a thorn, digging deep and hurting until there was nothing left for Ranpo to do but fall apart.

Not that he was alone of course, for Poe made sure to catch him each and every time it happened.

Because for so long, Ranpo had been alone and misunderstood by the world around him, that he buried his true feelings deep inside himself until they could no longer be contained. It was like Pandora’s Box would open, unleashing Ranpo’s emotions in a storm so devastating that no one but a select few people knew how to handle; the parents that had been dead longer than they’d been in Ranpo’s life at this point, the man that’d stepped up to help guide Ranpo’s path in life, and Poe, the most recent addition, one that he accepted with the highest honour.

Poe had spent six years obsessing over Ranpo, he liked to think that he knew enough to help him when he needed it.

The point was, that Ranpo was no longer alone and had people that genuinely cared for his wellbeing, but sometimes he struggled to accept that.

“You’re alright.” Poe soothed, running his hand up and down Ranpo’s spine as the other shook in his arms, face buried against his chest, crying. He’d been woken abruptly when Ranpo had lashed out in his sleep and punched him. It’d been accidental, but still painful, and Poe had been ready to shove Ranpo over because it wasn’t the first time that he’d been punched awake, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. Only, when Poe had looked over at Ranpo, the other had already been awake, staring into nothing with wide eyes, and Poe’s heart clenched. It hadn’t taken long for him to pull Ranpo close and comfort him.

“I’m sorry!” Ranpo sobbed, and Poe knew that it wasn’t the punch that his love was apologising for. He tightened his grip.

“It’s okay.”

Ranpo shook his head. “I’m sorry!”

Ah, that’s it then. Poe leaned down and pressed his lips to Ranpo’s forehead. “I forgive you.”

Ranpo wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, but for some reason, whenever he cuddled with Poe, it was okay.

He loved it whenever Poe would greet him with a hug and a kiss whenever he came home from work, holding him gently until he pulled away some time later—sometimes minutes, sometimes hours. Poe would always stop before him, holding his arms out in a way that gave Ranpo the choice to step into the embrace or not, and most of the time, he did, but on the times that he didn’t—whether because he was overwhelmed or just not in the mood—Poe never looked upset and always respected his decision. And Ranpo appreciated the choice he was given.

He loved it whenever he would wake up in the morning and immediately feel Poe’s arms around him, Poe’s heart beating beneath his ear, and soft puffs of air against the top of his head as Poe would continue to sleep away. Those mornings were always the best in his opinion, but they were absolutely perfect when he didn’t have to go to work that day, and could just lay and watch Poe sleep, tracing the author’s spine with his fingers until Poe would shiver and wake from it.

He loved it whenever Poe would stop by the Agency on days where Ranpo hadn’t asked him to come, somehow just knowing when Ranpo was overworking himself before even he did. Poe would stop by and take one look at Ranpo before forcing him out of his chair and over to the couches to rest, allowing him to lean against Poe’s chest whilst he wrote on his laptop, allowing Ranpo to watch as Poe’s fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing the stories trapped in his mind to life.

And there were times that Poe needed to be reminded of the fact that Ranpo loved to cuddle with him.

Because Poe’s life hadn’t been the greatest and still wasn’t; it was filled with cruel touches that only Poe’s body seemed to remember anymore, harsh insults that he could hurl when his buttons were pushed but could never identify where it was that they originally came from, but most of all, it was the fear of touch that showed itself most frequently. There’d been many a time, when Ranpo had gone to seek affection from Poe, only to have the other flinch away from him, hunching in on himself like he expected physical pain to follow the flinch.

Ranpo couldn’t understand how someone could ever want to hurt another person in the way that Poe had been hurt.

He’d been told, once, after a night where he’d turned up at Poe’s house unexpectedly to find the other man drunk and collapsed on the living room floor, papers strewn about him as Karl nudged and nibbled at his fingers. Ranpo had, of course, done his best to drag Poe off of the floor and onto the couch that was laying next too, because he did care, and found himself trapped beneath Poe instead. Because apparently drunk Poe weighed twice as much as sober Poe did and Ranpo was not the strongest of people, so he did what he could to get comfortable, and allowed Poe to use him as a glorified pillow as he finally realized that Ranpo actually was there and began to spill his entire life story.

There’d been no escape, and it’d been very hard to hear, but he’d listened, and when Poe had woken up in the morning and realized what he’d done, he’d been filled with apologies that Ranpo had interrupted by pulling Poe close and holding him tight until he’d stopped.

The point was, that there were times where Poe feared being touched, and it was up to Ranpo to remind him that the touches he gave, would never be harmful.

“I won’t hurt you.” Ranpo said as he lay on the floor beside the bed, one arm stretched out under it, not touching Poe, but close enough that he could.

Poe shivered and stared at his hand with eyes that showed nothing but unadulterated fear. The writer was curled into a ball so tight that it looked painful, yet he made no move to take Ranpo’s outstretched hand—not that Ranpo had been expecting that to work in the first place; when Poe got into such a state, it took a lot of work to get him out of it. And a lot of patience. So Ranpo continued to lay there and wait, and ever five minutes he shuffled a little closer, drawing his arm back towards himself to give the illusion that there was still the same amount of distance between the them.

The entire time, Poe continued to watch, and some of that fear faded, slowly being replaced with want, the kind that told Ranpo that by the time he got close enough to Poe, he’d be able to hold the other in his arms. And while Ranpo was normally an impatient person, for Poe, he had all the patience in the world.

“It’s okay.” Ranpo reached out and brushed his fingers against the sleeve of Poe’s shirt, opening his arms to offer an embrace, but not force it.

For a while, Poe stared at him, silent and unmoving, not even breathing from the looks of it as his mind processed that what it was that Ranpo was offering. Finally, he moved, shuffling just a few centimetres as he slowly crawled closer to Ranpo; Ranpo wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, but he forced himself not to, and waited. And sure enough, after another half hour of just laying there, with Poe half in his arms and half not, the writer finally closed the gap and buried his face into Ranpo’s chest.

Ranpo slowly lowered his arms until they were draped over Poe’s shoulders. “There you go. You’re fine.”

Poe hummed into his shirt, and his arms moved from gripping the front of Ranpo’s shirt to winding around his waist. “Thank you…” So yes, whether it was for good or bad, it was clear to any and all that knew the two of them, that Ranpo and Poe enjoyed cuddles and physical contact with each other, and would happily engage in it regardless of who would bear witness to it. And that was fine really, because as long as they were both happy in the end, what did it matter who saw? It was their life after all, and happiness was always worth chasing after.

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