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Ren & Strappy get eternally imprisoned within Eric's filthy hiviz inflatable lifevest

Collaborative roleplay fiction between @StrapsKinks (Twitter) @RedWolfFur1 (Twitter) (IF YOU WANT TO WRITE WITH ME JUST DM ME AND WE CAN SET UP A STORY WRITING SESSION!)

Ren texted Strappy many months ago, they talked about mud, dirty aprons and workgear, cow shit and all sorts of twisted fantasies. Strappy told Ren that he knew a man who worked as a road worker, who could get them buried alive in nasty stinking hiviz roadworker gear and mud, or even concrete and tar. Strappy asks Ren "So, you wanna meet Eric? Dude said he can fucking destroy us with stinky workwear mud tar and concrete!"

Picking up the cell phone, Ren replied "Yes! What will he choose for us?, And how will he do it?" Already anxious to know how things would be, and also, that possibly the dream of both would come true soon, a dream of a long time

Strappy responded with a photo "I have no idea, this is the picture Eric sent me and he said it's really stinky of salty sweat concrete mud tar grease and even some cow shit, he works at a gear handling warehouse on his days he's not on the road. Today is one of his days at the warehouse. He said that we are to show up at the warehouse and he will then chose how he destroys us."

Ren replied to the message shortly afterwards " my god! This pile looks really disgusting and dirty, so glad he's free today, let's meet then? I want to see him as soon as possible, I'm really going to do this, I want it ASAP, I can't wait to get dirty and get destroyed !" He was really looking forward to everything that was happening so fast

Strappy flew to Rens house a few hours away by car but an hour away by plane. He told Ren months ago that he owned a small plane. Strappy said to Ren "Go to the airport by your house and meet me at the general aviation parking"

Ren would respond with a simple "okay!" , He took his things, took his cell phone, and left to find Strappy, after a while, he arrives at the airport, looking for him "where are you ?"

Strappy grabbed Ren from behind wrapping his arm around his neck squeezing him tightly, he dragged him over to his plane as he slowly passed out, when he reawoke he was in a large duffel bag packed full of dirty aviation mechanics coveralls. Strappy yells from the front "Bags locked shut so don't even try to get out. I'll let you out when we get to Eric's place, which is five hours away, by plane!" Ren could barely hear him over the noise of the airplane, the cargo compartment was hot and humid, inside of the duffel bag it was even hotter, the coveralls were all thickly padded and covered in grease and stinky fluids mixed with sweat.

Ren caught off guard, passed out and woke up trapped inside the bag, He tried to free himself but he was very trapped, and he heard little of the conversation that Strappy said, but he tried to catch his breath so as not to pass out again, Feeling very hot and heard that he would be trapped for 5 hours like this, panting in there

Slowly 5 hours passed, Strappy landed the plane and unloaded the cargo. He dragged the bag out onto a cart and wheeled it into a large warehouse, the air in the warehouse was hot and thick, it stunk of tar sweat grease and grime. Eric unzipped the bag. Before Ren could stand up he grabbed Strappy wrapped a belt around his neck and lifted him high into the air instantly knocking him out by cutting off blood to his brain. Eric let Strappy drop on top of Ren in the bag, he zipped the bag shut and said "Bet you two would like being processed like any other piece of dirty workwear."

Still passed out, but close to waking up, I didn't know anything about what had happened, feeling only movements in my body, after being tied in the bag, waking up a few moments later and seeing that the Eric choked Strappy out, and he fell on me, I tried to say something but the bag was closed right away, and in that I heard Eric's conversation, and I moved in the bag passing out again

Eric pulled the zipper of the bag open after tossing the bag into a massive pit of workwear, the bag quickly began to sink into the massive pit of workwear. He said "Have fun squirming you two!" He pulled out a dart gun and shot both Strappy and Ren and said "That's so you can't suffocate, you can't be crushed, you two are immortal, you can't black out, all you can do is suffer a fate worse than hell together. I can't wait to see what you two think after you are processed, that is if you two can even think or speak after it!" he cackled evilly walking out of the warehouse leaving Strappy and Ren flailing in the massive pit. The workwear slimy and sticky, grabbing Strappy and Ren as they were sucked down hip deep in it almost instantly

After the bag was opened, Ren looked around, seeing the place he was, and then being hit by Eric with that arrow, which makes him and Strappy immortal, but in return, He throws us into this huge, deep, sticky, stinking pit, Which both sink quickly, and in that, I moved further in the massive pit of dirty workwear looking at Strappy, "oh my, Strappy!"

Strappy squirms and pulls at the hiviz clothing around him screaming "Quick, swim to the edge, we're gonna fucking drown in this sticky mucky gear if we don't!" The edge of the pit is easily 100 feet away, with every move they sink in further slowly

In response, Ren tried to move to the edge, seeing it far away, but confident that would be able to get out, if it weren't for the fact that with each movement, we were sinking deeper and deeper "oh fuck! we are sinking deeper!" Ren said trying to find a way to reverse this

Strappy and Ren were both now chest deep, their arms weakly squirming on the surface. Strappy said "Forget it Ren, we're fucked. We're going to end up drowning in filthy hiviz workgear, we won't even get the privilege of blacking out and dying, it's gonna be horribly tight stinky and nasty. You see what you got us into?"

At chest level, I look at Strappy as he chanted my name, and listen intently to "What did I do? But you took it all in, and you seemed excited to do it, I didn't know it would end like this" Ren spoke looking and seeing that he was even deeper, getting close to his neck

Eric walked in and said looking at Strappy and Ren squirming "You two will sink beneath over 10,000 pounds of heavy dirty workwear from all of the roadways and airports across America. You'll suffer down at the bottom in the tarry stinking sludge crushed beneath all of it for a while til we get around to processing it, probably tomorrow. That's when things will get very intense and horrible for you two pathetic losers. You asked to be destroyed, now I get to watch you two slowly sink under!" Strappy flung his arms around flinging hiviz workwear over Ren covering his face. As strappy squirmed his arms were forced straight above his head and then he was sucked under, his hands wiggled above the workwear before slowly disappearing beneath

Listening to everything Eric said I tried to somehow get out of it, but then Strappy would do it over my face, then sink down disappearing under the pit, And moving I just followed the same fate, sinking too, trying to say something but my face was covered in all this disgusting, stinking dirt he put us in, muffling my screams from Help, That would never come, while Eric just stood by, on the edge, watching it all happen

Straps gulped down sweat, tar, muck and filth. He was surprised that he was surviving. The heat and pressure of the puffy gear grew more and more intense as he slowly sank. Ren somehow came from behind touching his neck. Strappy made a gurgling scream as he felt Ren touch him. Then Eric spoke "You two can hear me right? That potion those darts had in it has a neuro chemical in it that lets me be heard in your brains!"

Ren also swallowing the mixture of tar, with other substances, he saw that he was still alive, touching the back of Strappy's neck, And then I heard Eric speak, seeing that somehow, that dart left them alive? immortals? And that Eric had control of our minds

Eric said "You two will suffer the crushing hot nasty sweaty tarry filthy gear around you getting tighter and tighter all day and night until you two are crushed flat at the bottom in the sludge of tar sweat and filth. You two will drown in it, swallow it, eat it, it is all you will know by tomorrow morning. Won't take long for your brains to completely melt from the crushing depths of that tank with 500,000 pieces of nasty workwear in it! Have fun drowning. I'll see you tomorrow evening when it's time to process the gear, or well, start processing it. You two will suffer in that tank for a long time, could be a week that you stay crushed beneath all of it. Worst thing is you two don't ever need to sleep again and will never sleep again, all you will know is crushing immobility and nasty tasting filth!"

Slowly we sank lower and lower, it became tighter, hotter, and stinkier the deeper we went, somehow we were able to breathe the hot rancid "air" trapped within the nasty clothing. At the same time we kept sucking the nasty clothing into our mouths and noses. We squirmed, only making ourselves sink deeper faster. We couldn't tell what time it was, all we knew was that we were quickly being crushed tighter, quickly being cooked in the heat of the gear, and many hours later we felt the bottom, a gluey pasty sludge of tar sweat mud and other chemicals beneath us that quickly sucked us under it.

Being pulled under, we were crushed by this hot mixture of mud, tar, and various chemicals, which, even if we could breathe, would be the only thing we were going to do forever, trapped, With no escape, what I already accepted for myself, and considered myself lost, was this, this was my new life, what I would be now forever, crushed by this gear, tighter and tighter

The next day came, it seemed like an eternity, suddenly we felt the heavy thick puffy workwear come down over us as the sludge was drained out. Eric said "All liquids will be pressed out of the gear now, which means you two will be crushed cruelly flat! Lucky for you there's some nasty gear deep beneath the sludge that won't be drained away so you two will be smashed within puffy dirty coveralls. After that the processing will continue, should take a few hours to the rest of the day to drain the sludge and compress all liquids out of the gear, while you two are laying there unable to move being crushed!"

Listening again to everything Eric was saying, I tried to move, but in vain, being completely cramped, next to Strappy, who was impossible to leave, and who in a few hours, we would be cruelly flattened, after liquids come out

A few hours passed slowly, the sludge was gone, we felt the softness of the thick puffy gear beneath us, then the gear above us turned into an almost solid yet soft wall that absolutely flattened us against the gear below getting tighter and tighter and hotter. Eric said "Now comes the second stage, the gear its self along with you will be sucked into extremely tight tubes only able to fit one person at most but the both of you and 200 pounds of gear will be forced into one, because I want to fucking destroy you two!"

Seeing where we were going to go, I thought about how we were going to be, if after that we would still be alive, waiting for this to happen, already lost, with no sense of time, or what was happening anymore, Just feeling my body being more and more flattened and crushed as we were destroyed by it

Strappy and Ren were slowly pulled down into a tube of gear, surrounded by hiviz clothing and muck. It was horrible smelling, they could both still breathe the nasty smell and taste it even though there was no air anywhere. Then suddenly they felt a horrible crushing sensation, so harsh and intense they both felt like their bodies were being crushed from above and below, being compacted together. When actually they were shrinking. Eric said "When the crushers turn off you two will be no larger than a cockroach"

Ren and Strappy's bodies were crushed little by little, so that they were decreasing in size, the feeling was strong, and horrible, they were barely breathing and not being able to do anything, they waited as everything happened, not knowing when the crushers would shut down

Strappy and Ren were no larger than a cockroach crushed within the nasty heavy puffy jackets. The crushing stopped. Eric said "Now comes the part where you two get sealed within a nasty jacket!" Suddenly Strappy and Ren dropped out of the tube onto a conveyor belt. They looked around and crawled around the many jackets trying to escape. Eric grabbed Strappy and Ren and forced them into a clear PVC pocket on one of the jackets, he glued the pocket shut and pulled the jacket on himself. He said "Must smell so bad in there, with the puffy jacket on the inside, the PVC keeping you in there airtight. The more I sweat and the more filth I get inside the jacket the more it'll stink in that little hell you are trapped inside of!" He walked outside, it was a searing hot 120 degree day in the desert, the PVC felt like it was melting against Strappy who screamed "PLEASE ERIC! GET US OUT OF HERE! IT SMELLS SO BAD AND UGH HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN IN THAT PIT OF TORTURE!" Eric said "It's been a few months worthless runts. You two are never getting free from my filthy jacket, when it gets too dirty you two go back in the pit with it, you won't be shrunk any smaller, but you'll still be subjected to the same horrific torture til you get sealed into a new jacket. I'll cut the pocket open when I go to toss the jacket away and drop you two into the pit so you can suffer the horrible sensations only as tiny cockroaches trapped in the nasty pit! THIS IS YOUR ETERNITY LOSERS!"

Eternally trapped in this endless torture, would this be hell? If it were, we would be living it, and now always, with us sealed inside this new jacket, I screamed for Eric to try to get me out of there, but to no avail "PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE !" Just to get more tired, tired of trying to get out, tossing and turning, even though there was nowhere for me to move, so this was it, our end, which would not end but would go on forever

It grew smellier and stickier, Eric's sweat dripped through the jacket, slimy chemical muck and filth dripped through into the pocket smearing the PVC and making it slowly darken until we were in the total darkness again until we both licked it clean only to see the bright sun and the airport grounds where Eric worked. It was a horrible torture that would never end. Eric laughed watching us within the tiny pocket. His friends looked and laughed and said "Where can we get tiny runts like those? Looks like fun having something suffering inside your jacket, knowing you have total control over their lives and ultimate fate" Eric said "Oh these runts? I'll let you guys have at them one day, maybe they'll end up in your jackets, who knows, every year or so when my jacket wears out they'll end up in the pit and among the nearly million filthy hiviz workwear pieces we have in the processing warehouse." Erics friend Jason said "Come on I wanna torture the runts now!" Eric said "Bearhug me, they hate being crushed!" Jason bearhugged Eric, Strappy and Ren were pressed flat against the slimy mucky fabric inside of the pocket, Strappy and Ren's last sight was Jasons hiviz jacket closing around them. Eric said "We can sleep bearhugging each other like this. How does that sound" Strappy and Ren both cried out a muffled scream of misery knowing they had no choice. Jason's friend Ryan wrapped them in thick heavy PVC and said "I'll come unwrap you two tomorrow, you two can sleep stood up outside here in the 120 degree heat, bet those runts will really suffer being cooked between your sweaty bodies!"

In total darkness until we cleared everything and saw some light, from where Eric worked, hearing him laughing watching us inside his tiny pocket, Hearing him saying all that, in a tone of sovereignty and dominance over us, that we couldn't do anything, and we were introducing his friend Jason, That just like Eric, he also tortured us and took advantage of the situation, which after a while our last sight was Jason's jacket closing around us, We screamed sounds of misery, as we were wrapped inside the PVC, and placed in this strong heat

The foul smelling jackets puffiness accepted our bodies as we were pressed flat by Jason, wrapped in the thick PVC with him and Eric. We cannot move a muscle, we lay there for what seemed like forever. Not being able to sleep made our minds melt into mush, all we knew was filthy workwear and the surroundings of Erics airport. It was a fate far worse than hell. The next morning Eric and Jason awoke to Ryan unwrapping them. Eric said "I'm sure the runts fucking hated that, but it's gonna be worse for them cause today I have to clean out the shit tank in the sewage facility which means I'm gonna be up to my neck in shit!"

Not being able to move a muscle, standing still like a concrete statue, just feeling what was happening, and not being able to speak either, just thinking, the worst fate of all, and even more, Knowing he would be head over heels in shit, which will only add to the filth and stench there

A few hours later Ren and Strappy stared into a dimly lit warehouse as Eric began pulling on a heavy rubber suit. Eric said "Enjoy the last of seeing you two will do for the rest of the day. The suit might fill up with shit, might not, there's no telling if it will. I really don't care if it does, I've gotten used to having it on my filthy clothes, though the other guys don't really enjoy me being in shit soaked clothes." Slowly Ren and Strappys vision faded into darkness, the rubber suit was hot humid and made the smells inside the pocket even more intense as Ren and Strappy were squeezed down into the puffy nasty jacket by the heavy clear PVC under the snug rubber.

Both Ren and Strappy were sealed in darkness, after having seen the place that awaited them, and seeing that possibly the suit would be full of shit, Ren tried to argue in vain, always forgetting that there was nothing he could do but accept it all, inside that nasty Eric's Jacket, under the Rubber, to which they could hear the sounds coming from Eric starting to enter that place and start doing his job, The smell grew stronger by the moment

Bubbling sounds were heard as Eric sunk into the pit of shit, he started pulling at chains and got stuck and yelled as he was sucked under the shit as the drain pulled all of the shit down and out of the pit. He was still stuck and the suit was filled with shit. Jason came and unwrapped the chain from Erics leg and he climbed out of the pit. Jason fillled Erics rubber suit with boiling hot water and said "Gotta get that shit stink off you." Eric said "No, gotta keep it stinky, remember the two stupid losers in my jacket?" Jason said "Those two little runts will still be in a smelly hell, your sweat will be very intense after you spend the rest of the day in the suit with the hot water surrounding your body, it's not like its gonna make all the shit disappear anyway." The shit flooded out of the suit but the worst happened, a thick sticky gluey piece flowed into the jacket and slowly came through the thick fabric smearing against Ren and Strappy who screamed beneath the rubber, neither of them could be heard in the searing hot confines. Strappy cried weakly "Ren, come on, what did you do, I told you this would be extreme, I told you playing with Eric was gonna be a bad idea."

Tightly tucked inside Eric's suit, we watched the inevitable happen, that sticky, glued-on piece entering sending it hurtling toward us as we agonized, The smell, the heat was hellish, and the sensation all together just made it really extreme, Then Ren heard Strappy cried saying that and said in return " I know! But you had told me that you knew him, how did you not know that he was capable of all this ?!"

Strappy cried "I thought he was just an innocuous worker at the airport I didn't think or know any of this crazy ability to shrink people and torture them like this" he then gagged and nearly threw up as the sludgy muck started to fill the pocket they were trapped in, it was inevitable that they would drown in the shit sludge and have to drink it and eat every little bit of it to be able to see. Hours later in the searing hot suit Eric pulled the suit off. Strappy and Ren did the inevitable and drank the thick slimy sludge before licking the PVC, they saw the sun setting and Eric walking to his car, he got in pulled the seatbelt on super tight and flattened Ren and Strappy in the shitty confines blacking out their vision with the thick strapping laughing saying "Good hour drive home and I'm gonna drive with the heat turned all the way up so I soak this fuckin jacket in more stinkin sweat, because you two little runts deserve it!"

Ren would say, "so it was better to have known earlier! Look where we are now, how many more people did he do this to?? What are we going to d- glurk!" Ren starts to choke too as all the sludgy shit gets into the pocket and completely covers them, That way drowning was closer, they had to eat that to not happen, And so they did in that time, crying as they swallowed the most disgusting part of it all

Strappy could only make muffled whimpers, his body tightest trapped beneath Erics belt. The jacket growing very hot from the intensity of the heat. An hour later Eric stood up from his car and Strappy cried out "I don't know! I don't know Eric all that well, all I knew was he would be able to make our fantasies reality and he said he would keep us for a very long time enjoying our mucky fantasies!" Eric went into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stood under the hot water for a whole hour letting it wash the shit off his jacket. He used a special soap that only removed the smell of shit, it actually made the stink of his sweat the tar and other filth in the jacket even more intense. Strappy and Ren stared out of the clear PVC as it got steamy quickly, the stench of sweat filling their nostrils and becoming very strong. After the shower Eric laid down in bed and turned off the lights, he pulled a blanket on that was extremely heavy and made of rubber, suddenly it started to heat up. Eric said "Hope you runts are able to survive crushed under my 100 pound heated blanket, I cant get burns neither can you but I will sweat like wild under it at 140 degrees. GOODNIGHT!" he yelled and then fell asleep quickly. Ren and Strappy were completely immobilized in the dark nasty smelling world of the jacket

Crying muffled As I listened to his testimony, feeling the intense heat that builds up because of everything inside Eric's jacket, Ren thought his body would melt like that, and then more hours pass since From that moment on, until he heard Eric at home turning on the shower and the hot water fall on us, And after he soaped up, he noticed that the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and it didn't stop, filling our nostrils to a point that was extremely unbearable, And then, listening to Eric say we were going to sleep in 140 degrees of heat, and then, in the last moment, crying with Strappy, both of them are completely immobilized in this disgusting, stinky and nasty smelling world from his jacket

It was horrible, Strappy and Ren could barely wiggle an inch. Strappy said "You realize we are going to be like this forever probably?" Strappy laid in the dark hot nasty confines struggling as much he could, his body slowly moved on top of Rens crushing him into the nasty puffy jacket. Strappy laughed and said "Now its your turn to be on the bottom, I was stuck under you for a while when the pocket was full of shit!"

Ren said, "I know! I can't stop thinking about it... we're doomed to this forever..." Feeling Strappy struggling over me, crushing me more in the jacket, and then saying "Hey! It's not like I had a choice"

Strappy wiggled harder, crushing Ren into the jacket saying "Shut up, suck that nasty stinking jacket, gag on it!" Then Eric awoke, he said "I hope you two runts are ready for today, I have to do some lifejacket testing for the airline which means crushingly tight inflatable lifejackets will be on me most of the day, one after another inflating super fast fucking flattening you worthless runts!"

Ren just mumbled muffled as he was pressed against the jacket, and then heard what Eric had said after waking up, seeing that we were going to have a new torture, now, getting more and more flattened

Eric rubbed his chest and ground his fingers into the pocket looking at Ren and Strappy as he crushed them beneath his finger saying "Does it hurt, does it hurt being flattened into the stinky jacket!" He rubbed Ren and Strappy harshly forcing both of them into the nasty jackets padding separating them from each other completely. He held his finger over Ren and Strappy for a whole ten minutes saying "The next 3 days, are going to be spent a lot like this. Ten minutes per lifejacket, ten minutes fucking CRUSHED FLAT IN THE FILTHY JACKET. Ten minutes of me sweating heavily from the thick PVC squeezing my body. YOU STUPID RUNTS READY!?"

We were crammed even tighter inside Eric's jacket, with him laughing at us and making fun of us, as we were separated from each other completely, I was trying to join Strappy but I couldn't, so listening to what Eric said, I increasingly regretted what I just joined, I was going to be squashed for 3 days straight

Eric pressed down harder and harder until he was putting all of his muscle upon Strappy and Ren, he said "DOES IT FEEL GOOD LITTLE FUCKERS!?" He could feel their tiny unbreakable bones beneath his fingers

Ren whimpered being totally squashed by Eric

Eric let up and said "Hope you stupid runts are ready, it's gonna be all day and night for the next 3 days. While I'm asleep another guy will be inflating the life vests around me and testing them for leaks all while you two suffer your eternal life, unable to sleep, only able to stare out of the clear pocket when they switch the vest or I'm switching vests for a few seconds before you see the thick yellow PVC cover you and then fucking crush you flat! All while I sweat more!" He walked out of his house got in the car and forced Strappy and Ren underneath the seat belt and pulled it super tight crushing them into the sticky filthy jacket, he drove the long way taking two hours to get to the airport and sat at the gate for another hour laughing saying "Does it hurt crushed under the thick nylon in my super hot jacket!?" He then stood up from his car walked into the airport and went to the warehouse, Ren and Strappy could see 5000 life jackets piled up to the roof and knew it would be a long time before they see anything other than sticky heavy hot lifejackets

We listened to it all, knowing that even at night, instead of sleeping, we would be suffering in this place, while Ren was being pressed by Strappy and crushed very hard inside the sticky and Filthy jacket, for two hours straight until arriving at the airport, where I would hear Eric laughing at us, defenseless, and then, we were presented with 5000 life jackets in a pile, of dirt and stench, "hmmff, arhg"

Eric pulled one of the life jackets on laughing. He walked outside and pulled the cords on it making it inflate tightly around his body in an instant. Eric whimpered in pain and said "God its so fucking tight, now I have to keep it on for 10 minutes, crushing you fucking runts while I walk around in the 120 degree heat. I'll then go back in and grab another one. All while I'm drenching my jacket in sweat. Bet you fucking runts can barely see anything." Strappy cried as the lifejacket crushed him and Ren into the filthy jacket, Ren and Strappy were only able to see the yellow PVC smashed against their faces through the clear PVC pocket.

Crying as we were crammed inside the filthy jacket, with all that stink, and our bodies heavily crushed, with the PVC against our faces, Ren cried more muffled by everything above them

Every 10 minutes for the next 3 days a short relief between life jackets and then the sudden intense cruel crushing inflation. But then Strappy and Ren saw Eric pull out a small box of ten lifejackets. Eric said "You two ready to be downright crushed in filth? These are encrused in shit mud tar and filth, these are the worker jackets and no, we never clean them. Perhaps I should pull you two out of the pocket and stick you on the underside of one of these vests to suffer in the crusty shit soaked PVC forever!" Strappy looked with sheer fear out of the clear PVC as Eric unpacked the box. He looked at Ren and said "Dude, look at what could happen, was this really your ultimate fantasy? Are you fucking happy!?"

I looked at the box he removed from inside that pile of clothes, and then when I heard it I knew that there were others who had the same fate, so listening to Strappy, Ren said in return " It's not like I have anything to do right now! Do you have any idea how we can get out of here? Huh!?"

Strappy whimpered, muffled by the PVC yelling at Eric "DO IT! WE WANT TO FEEL THAT SHIT SOAKED PVC!" Eric said "What did I tell you runts about talking to me!" He pressed his finger into Strappy and Ren's bodies as hard as he could til their small bodies were flattened in the padding of the jacket. He unzipped the pocket after dripping solvent over the zipper and said "You two really want to come out of that pocket, where its relatively easy for you compared to these ten vests. I'm going to crush you under each vest, I'm going to wear these vests for 24 hours, 10 days you will spend under the crusty shit soaked PVC. The only time you two worthless runts will see light is when I pull you off of one vest and fold you into another one before pulling it on and CRUSHING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU as I inflate it." He pushed his gloved hand into the pocket and grabbed Ren and Strappy, he pulled apart the shit encrusted PVC of the first lifejacket and forced Ren and Strappy into it face first, he covered Ren and Strappy with glue and let their bodies stick to the vest before folding it tightly and then stomping on it laughing saying "Gotta get it a little filthier before I pull it on!" and then pulled the lifevest on. He said "Any last words before I inflate it and you two are crushed flat against the outside of my filthy jacket and will stay that way for 24 hours, suffering, sucking shit soaked PVC against your faces, being cooked in the heat of my nasty jacket and the vest as I walk around outside!"

Ren Hearing this, he immediately said "what!?" So we were caught by Eric who pinned us face down to the encrusted PVC, we were then glued to it at this point, and then Ren said again "Was that your brilliant idea?!"

Strappy said in a muffled voice, gagging on the muck "Yeah, I was hoping he wouldn't fold the vest over its self and trample on us and we could crawl out, I wasn't expecting it to be so sticky so fast, thought the glue would let us get away before it dries." The glue had dried already, Eric yelled "ANY LAST WORDS RUNTS!?"

Ren said "Oh.. Sorry, I didn't see the main idea, I thought it was pointless.." Then I heard Eric yelling at us and Ren looked at Strappy

Strappy yelled "Please Eric, it's horrible, if you crush us under this lifejacket I'm not sure if we will survive, these things are so tight and nasty, we've been suffering for the last 3 days, it's been hell since you took us into your jacket, since you put us through that horrible pit" Eric pulled the cord on the lifevest and it inflated so fast that Strappy and Ren were crushed flat against Erics filthy mucky jacket, the air in their lungs pressed out of them in an instant. Strappy opened his mouth wide and tried to suck air into his empty lungs only getting a mouthful of shit and filth encrusted PVC

Ren also said to Eric, "Please, Eric! We can't take it anymore, we've been suffering here for too long" So, not knowing what happened I just felt the air pressing fast and we were being crushed, Ren was also trying to get air to breathe, But ended up swallowing shit in the process

Eric said "Poor flattened runts. I bet you'd fuckin hate it if I jumped into the bubbling vat of shit wearing this vest!" He jumped into the bubbling thick gluey vat full of shit and sunk in up to his neck forcing the vest under. He said "What a perfect way to test the vest!" He kept fighting to keep the vest under the shit laughing knowing that Strappy and Ren were plastered in sticky shit and the bubbling shit would only force its way up under the vest further worsening the situation for the two shrunken runts

Ren was trying to tell him not to, but then he jumped and went under and we got more smashed in all that shit, We gurgled as shit went into our mouths

Eric spnt the entire day in the bubbling hot vat of shit. That evening he climbed out of the vat and said "Must be horrific under the vest now. old crusty shit and filth mixed with fresh sticky thick sludge! Just think in an hour from now you two will not only be crushed under that vest but you'll be under my 140 degree heated blanket, and the 100 pound weight of it." Eric got into his car laughing as he pulled the seatbelt so tight that he thought the vest would burst but it didn't This was part of his way of testing the vest, it made things far worse for poor Strappy and Ren, crushing them even harder. Strappy thought it couldn't get any tighter with the vest yet it did, he wondered how his body hadn't been crushed, he wondered how he hadn't died and wished he was dead for how horrible the smell taste and pressure was around him. The nasty feeling of the crusty vest and grimy jacket made him miserable, a true hell on earth.

For the whole day, we were forced to endure all this heat and smell of shit, the heat was infernal, and then after that, we were taken in his car so our bodies were crushed harder, I didn't know how we were still alive after so many squeezes and our bodies crushed like that, wanting, like Strappy, to be dead at that moment, being for him the best thing that could happen

It took hours for Eric to drive home, he took a much longer route than usual enjoying the muffled cries coming from beneath the vest. Eric knew Strappy and Ren were truly suffering crushed in the shit soaked crusty vest mixed with slimy fresh thick shit. He hours later pulled into his driveway and pulled the belt off, relieving a slight amount of pressure for poor Ren and Strappy. It was barely a relief though and Strappy and Ren both knew what was next for them, the odd shower with the chemical that made every smell more intense. Eric used a different soap this time, one that made shit solidify and made every stench far more intense. Strappy and Ren were compressed even harder as the shit solidified around them. Eric stepped out of the shower and laid down in bed quickly pulling the hundred pound heated blanket on himself before Ren and Strappy had a chance to scream, the thick blanket now completely keeping them from making a sound audible to him, he started sleeping as Ren and Strappy squirmed weakly in the confines of solidified muck and filthy PVC and thick hiviz nylon.

We were in so much pain, crying with all that shit all over us as we were being crushed, and then, hours later, we were released from all the pressure he put on us, taking us to the shower, Which intensified the smell even more, and we thought it couldn't get any worse, and so, after the shower, a weight was imposed on us, And so, another night ended, with Eric sleeping peacefully in his bed, and us confined and solidified within PVC

It was horrible, it was truly getting to poor Strappy, the inability to speak and also the long period without sleeping that would be forever. It was disgusting. The tightness of the vest was worse than being in the pocket of the jacket. Strappy regretted making the attempt to escape Erics torture. The night passed horrendously slowly for poor Strappy and Ren, time felt like it was at a stand still as they laid in the almost burning hot shit encrusted confines.

Ren also shared the same feelings, the horror of not being able to move, not to mention, sealed forever in such a hot, disgusting hell inside this jacket pocket, How many more days would he last before he completely lost his mind? It was hard to tell, but it wouldn't be long,The smell, the heat, all of it, was simply too cruel for them, that one more night they would stay like this

Eric awoke the next day, he pulled the blanket off and walked out the door saying "How are you runts feeling down there, knowing that it'll be 9 more days like this. Knowing that you'll see light for literally but a few minutes before I plunge you into another shit encrusted filthy vest, who knows if the next vest or all of the vests will get stronger in succession or weaker or maybe it wont inflate at all, but if that happens I have to fix it and when I fix vests I make sure they inflate so hard they crush bugs like you to death, but you two, you can't die, so you'll just feel the horror of being CRUSHED FLAT in shit encrusted PVC!" He got in his car and pulled his belt on even tighter than the night before just to torture Ren and Strappy.

Ren, unable to sleep, listening to Eric say all that, whimpering as he noticed that there were still 9 more days ahead of him, of pain and suffering, And I was much more scared, knowing that I would not die in the process of being crushed, that I would feel it all and suffer endlessly, and without doing anything, just waiting for it to happen, we were then more crushed as he tightened the belt.

An hour later Eric arrived at the warehouse, he got out of his car. Strappy breathed deeply in relief even though there was barely any air trapped under the vest. The vest began to wrinkle as Eric bent over and started unfolding another vest. Strappy said weakly "It's about to happen, we get another chance at escaping, but I doubt we will be able to. My muscles, my bones, my body, it all feels weak. I can barely move from being crushed so much." Suddenly the vest deflated and Eric pulled it off over his head he folded it up with Strappy and Ren trapped within it, he folded it super tight and sat on top of it and said chuckling "Hmm, where did the runts go.." He knew that Strappy and Ren were now crushed beneath his weight and enjoyed knowing that they were now folded up within the nasty vest. As Eric folded the vest he watched Strappy and Ren's tiny bodies and made sure to fold it in such a way he would actually contort their tiny bodies into the crusty nasty sticky PVC and fold their bodies themselves. It got worse when he sat on the vest. Strappy wondered how long he would sit there, his body covered in a dull ache, his ability to feel pain far diminished since being crushed flat in the pool of nasty workwear luckily.

After all this time until we arrived, I would breathe in Relief too, then look at Strappy and listen to him talk, and then I would talk too "Please let it work, I can't take this anymore" After having the pressure released, we tried to find a way to get out of there, if not, we would really be trapped forever in this filthy mess if Eric, and it got even worse, when he sat down and all That smell came over our nostrils again

Strappy cried softly, even though he could barely feel pain his body folded up in such a cruel way was uncomfortable. Hours later Eric stood up unfolded the vest and peeled Strappy and Ren off of it before walking across the room and throwing Strappy and Ren into the next vest with great force letting their tiny bodies painfully smack into the mucky crusty gritty PVC. Eric walked over and laughed as Strappy and Ren began crawling trying to escape, he quickly folded the vest closed around them again making sure to fold their tiny bodies painfully and said "Try to escape? I'll fucking stomp on you two for the next hour before I fucking inflate this vest over my jacket dripping in sweat" He stood on the vest and then Strappy and Ren heard loud music in the warehouse, Eric had began dancing on top of the vest stomping on top of poor Strappy and Ren crushing them in the gritty crusty muck of shit and mud. It was horrifyingly tight and cruel, the pressure was light sometimes then sudden pounding force on top of them. Strappy cried weakly "Sorry Ren, I can't, we're stuck forever, we may as well not try to escape, maybe when he's done with the vests he will give us an opportunity to escape, but we're stuck for the next 9 days at least."

Crying while it all happened, I could only accept how uncomfortable it all was. After that we were thrown by Eric, who we fell to and were more crushed by him, at that I cried too, and I heard Strappy talk again, and then I answered "It's okay Strappy, I know.. it's going to be a long 9 days, but we'll find a way out of here, we'll make it" I tried to speak confidently, looking at Strappy with my body all crumpled, still horrified at how cruel Eric could be, how many people had he done this to? How many more have had this fate? Did they manage to get rid of it? As ? That's all I thought about, my mind was more broken than ever

An hour later Eric got off of the vest, he unfolded the vest and laughed as Strappy and Ren tried to wiggle free of the clingy gritty mud and shit mixture. He pulled the vest on over his jacket and said "Ready or not, here it comes!" He pulled the strings and the vest inflated with far more force than the first vest. Strappy and Ren were next to each other they gripped each others hands as the nasty vest flattened them in the yellow brown nasty PVC All they saw for the last 24 hours, and all they will see for the next 9 days. It was hotter and tighter beneath this vest and it got even hotter as Eric walked outside and said "Now begins a whole day of testing the vest, I think I'll do heat testing on this one!" He went into a steam room and sat there, sweating, dripping through the jacket, letting his sweat mix with the shit and mud as Strappy and Ren suffered. Strappy made gurgling sounds as all he could do was lay there swallowing the nasty filthy gluey shit and mud sucking the nasty PVC begging it for a wrinkle begging for air, even some nasty stinking air.

Seeing that we hadn't had time to do something, listening to Eric again, I was already scared and so before anything else, the vest was inflated, we were pressed against each other and After that, the heat rose in the place, we couldn't go out, and the nasty yellow brown PVC vest would be what we would see in the next 9 days. It was endlessly hot, I kept thinking how could it be so hot, but it would get worse because the hot shit mix, with all kinds of products made us suffer more and more, Swallowing all that shit again, needing air.

Hours passed, it felt like an eternity, then the vest began to cool slightly. Eric said "What a nice day hanging around in the steam room while two fucking worthless runts suffer in their hell of the day. I can't wait til tomorrow when I get to pull you out from this vest and put you under a newer type, thats weighted, it's both inflatable and weighted for deep shit tank work, allows the person wearing it to control their float level, but it'll just crush you two even harder! I love knowing that you two are fucking shattered minds, flattened bodies, nothing but little objects that will suffer for eternity. After the 9 days are up I have no idea what I'll do with you two, but I can guarantee you it'll be worse than the vests!" Strappy spoke weakly to Ren "Worse than the vests, how could anything be worse than the vests" He gagged and then puked, letting the slime flow down the vest. It was helpful though it smelled horrible, now a worse stench, the smell of shit puke and dirt filled their nostrils as the vest wrinkled from the pressure of Strappys puke. Eric laughed and said "I feel the puke of a pair of tinies dripping, Enjoy the stinky air in that wrinkle, in fact have some fresh shit stink!" he shoved a tiny tube into the bottom of the vest and farted loudly laughing as he watched the toxic gas fill the tube, he could literally see the brownness of his shit in the tube, he knew it was a wet fart. Now Ren and Strappy had to worry if Eric pushed out more farts and let his shit flow up around them which it inevitably did in the evening as he was driving home with them crushed beneath the belt.

After the hours passed which seemed like an eternity, Ren heard what Eric said and then Strappy who spoke weakly, and shortly after replied "c-calm, keep calm.. damn.. you threw up, it's dirtier now, this way I'm going to throw up too,.." was shaken and weak, as was Strappy, seeing that, Eric mocked us and that he stuck a tiny tube in the bottom of his vest and farted on us laughing out loud as he watched the tube turning brown.It was definitely hell, and it would go on and on as we got more and more crushed.

Strappy cried as Eric pulled off the belt, farting again, shit flowed into the small pocket they were laying in under the vest against his jacket, the jacket soaked up the shit and puffed up, squeezing them even harder against the stiff unforgiving PVC inflatable! It was horrifying, worse than the vest the last day, and sure enough Eric got into the special shower and showered with the chemical that made everything stink worse! To make it even worse he used a different soap that made the vest hotter, it used a chemical reaction to generate intense almost burning heat! He then laid down pulled on the cruel heavy blanket and slept knowing that we were truly suffering, worse yet in the middle of the night he farted and shat more, filling the jacket and the pocket we were trapped in with even more foul thick nasty gluey shit!

Ren crying too, while Eric pulled the belt, shit covering us all the way, and then, bogging us down leaving the PVC all inflated with us inside it, that was definitely cruel, and it felt like That each day would be more disgusting and worse than the last. Eric taking a shower with his shower full of chemicals made the smell even worse, with different and altered soaps that created More heat on us

The next 8 days passed gruelingly slowly, Eric waking up, grinding us beneath the vest, driving to work in the heat, folding the vest up with us trapped inside of it. Crushing the vest beneath himself, then pulling us out, making us think we have a chance at escaping before plunging us into an even dirtier stickier nastier smelling vest folding us within it, crushing our tiny bodies, then pulling the vest on and crushing us cruelly against his jacket, walking around outside cooking us beneath the vest before driving home with us crushed under the tight belt and vest before showering in the heat intensifying soap and cruelly crushing us under his heated 100 pound blanket. The last day of vest testing came after what seemed like an eternity. Eric said "You two ready to find out where you'll spend the rest of eternity the hard way?" as he woke up and stood up walking out the door into the hot sunlight, the nasty sticky vest growing hot over us quickly

Time passing very slowly only prolonged our sentence further, both of us slowly suffering more and more, until Eric wakes up and takes us to work, in that immense heat. And when he drove there we were crushed further beneath him until he pulled us out, giving us hope of escape, only for him to crush our small bodies cruelly again Inside the jacket. To which, after that, he washes us with his shower and soap that make the situation even worse, It seemed to have no end, the repetitious routine of being flattened under nasty stinking PVC. Until Eric said mocking us that we didn't have a chance, we would spend eternity like this, walking up to the door where the heat increased heavily as soon as he opened it walking out to his car on the 8th day.

Eric said as he pulled out the last and final vest grabbing our tiny bodies and holding us in his hands like a brutish giant with only our heads above his fingers “What will it be. Shall I stick you two back in my jacket in the clear PVC pocket or would you two like to suffer inside of that vest you see in front of you two for eternity.” The vest was different from all the others in the fact it was far heavier looking and was orange rather than yellow. On it said “Oilfield rescue vest” it stunk of oil and mud. Eric said “Take your pick losers. Because I’m never unshrinking you two. Unless you want to be buried alive in nasty stinking vests as I let them all inflate around you two crushing you as I cover the pit in cement. Regardless what fate you two choose, you’re about to be sealed away forever in a stinky hell that you will never sleep in. All you will do is suffer. Choose carefully as if you pick my jacket or the vest you might get a chance at seeing the world around you but if you choose to be unshrunk and buried alive, surely you will be sealed in a dark crushing sticky grip of PVC with no way to freedom, for eternity!”

After Eric took the last vest and held us in his hand, he saw that this one was different from the others, which after he said what it was, he felt how heavy It was. Eric then Saying that we would never go back to normal size again, and that we must choose our sentence, I shuddered looking at Strappy, not knowing what to say or choose, to be sealed in cement, or to be In that vest, I didn't know which was worse

Eric threw Ren and Strappy under the heavy orange vest and said walking away "I'll give you two one hour to escape from under that 100 pound vest. I bet you two won't be able to even wiggle beneath it, and even if you can you'll get stuck in all the sticky mud!" Strappy cried as he felt the pressure of the vest pressing him flat against it as Eric folded the vest in half and walked away leaving Ren and Strappy trapped inside the oily sticky vest.

Heard what Eric said, got a little hopeful, and so looking at Strappy trying to tell him to try some way out, crying while talking feeling the pressure against us "C-come on Strappy, don't give up, we gotta find a way out of here"

Strappy could barely wiggle, the wrinkles giving us nothing but oily muddy hot smelly air. Time passes slowly. Strappy grabs Ren and says "Listen, we either take this vest or his jacket, getting buried alive after being crushed in 100 inflatable vests might be worse, at least this vest and his jacket have a clear pocket, we'll be able to see the world around us as we deal with our mucky stinky fate, and in the vest at least its all solid PVC so we probably wont deal with the worsening stench like the jacket but I could be wrong" Strappy fought against the material as much he could but it held him down, he could only move a few inches. Suddenly Ren and Strappy heard Erics heavy footsteps and then it happened, Eric stood on top of the vest cruelly flattening Strappy and Ren in the sticky muddy oily vest!

Watching time pass slowly, I saw that Strappy wanted to say something, so I listened to him and responded in sequence "I see, so you really think it's better that way?" I thought of every aspect and fought alongside Strappy until I shuddered hearing Eric's footsteps getting closer until we were flattened by Eric's foot and body weight on top of us

Strappy could barely make a sound, he wheezed "It's the jacket or the vest Ren, you have to tell him" he weakly wiggled and ended up with his face and body disappearing into one of the many folds of the vest as it squeezed down against Strappy and Ren. Eric unfolded the vest and grabbed Ren first before feeling around finding strappy he said "So little runts, what is it gonna be? How am I going to be making your forever a living hell!"

Ren would reply, "I-i? Wait, Strappy" Seeing you disappeared among the various folds of vest As Eric unfolded and caught me bringing me up close to his face I responded "t-the vest and jacket! Please, We want this one, we don't want to be buried in cement"

Eric said laughing "You realize the clear PVC pocket of this vest is like the jacket, tiny holes to let oil sweat and mud drip in. You sure you want that filth drowning you constantly? Cause our guys end up frequently having to go neck deep in the mud to get at the oil pipes. SUIT YOURSELF RUNTS!" He grabbed Ren and Strappy and unzipped a clear pocket on the inside of the vest laughing "Thought you two would be able to see the world? The only time you'll see anything is when someone takes the vest off and tosses it in the dirty vest bin, all you will ever see for the rest of your life is filthy vests! You losers should have chosen my jacket, might have stunk more and been worse feeling but at least you'd actually see things, and be crushed under vests, but too late now!" He dropped Strappy and Ren into the clear inner pocket and glued it shut before heat sealing it closed. He laughed maniacally and pulled the vest on pulling the cords inflating it against himself, the vest was the strongest of all the vests, it crushed poor Strappy and Ren harder than all of the other 5000 vests that were tested on them. Strappy cried out "Ren why didn't you go for the jacket!" with his last breath as his face was smashed into the clear PVC. Luckily wrinkles let some light and air in. Strappy and Ren were able to see Erics filthy jacket and that is all they will see until the vest is taken off by Eric after the work day and tossed in with the other dirty vests. Tiny holes in the pocket let the stench of Eric's jacket permeate into the vest, combining the smells of the vest and his nasty jacket. It was double the nastiness, not only did they have to breathe the vest they had to breathe Eric's jacket and deal with the constant cruel pressure of the PVC vest and the near pitch black darkness, all they could see was the orange jacket and the shiny hiviz stripes. They knew that it would be a very long day as Eric walked out of the warehouse into the searing hot daytime heat.

Hearing Eric again mocking us and unzipping, throwing us inside him and closing, sealing us inside. Being crushed each other with all that weight, and listening to Strappy's cry, trying to say something, but for being so lost my last breath was smashed into the clear PVC while i try to Tell something. After that We were able to see Eric jacket small holes, which were very difficult to breathe because of the pressure, in this dark place, Knowing it was going to be a long day, as Eric walked out of the werehoise with us, into this endless hell

Eric said “When I take this vest off in a decade from now I’m gonna be tossing it along with my jacket into a special kind of landfill. Not too different from how you two got shrunk down but instead of you two getting out, you’ll stay suffering for eternity trapped beneath the glass flooring of a special exhibit called “Dirty workwear and the environment” at the airport. You two will look up and see people walking on top of the vest and jacket all while you two suffer inhaling the stench of millions of pieces of workwear and vests around you. You two will have nothing else to do for the rest of eternity and slowly you two will sink. The vest will slowly slip under the other filthy workwear and you two will try to struggle making it inflate and then you’ll be crushed even tighter as you go deeper and deeper and it inflates more.

The day went by slowly. It felt like forever. Then the decades went by. Then when we thought it was our time to get dumped into the pit he instead said “This is it losers. You’re gonna be worn by me for eternity. I’m never going to die. I’m always gonna be getting messy. This is your eternal life. Staring into the wrinkles of my nasty jacket being squeezed by that vest!”

Strappy cried “We might have had a chance of escaping but surely we won’t now. In the pit of vests we could have tried to break out of the pocket with the vest deflated on the surface. Though I’m sure we would have sunk into the massive pit like quicksand. We’re now nothing but part of this indestructible gross vest and will be nothing more than that”

Strappy and Ren relegated themselves to knowing they’d endure nasty mud and shit filling the vest along with sweat. When it wasn’t being filled with nasty muck it would be full of sweat and a steaming body cooking body crushing hell that they will never escape from.

Reduced from a pair of men to nothing more than part of a grimy inflatable life vest this is the life Strappy and Ren will live for eternity all because they thought Eric would make their ultimate fantasy a reality when it was actually their ultimate fate and a horrifying reality of filth!

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harunovella · 9 months ago

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)

Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.

Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.

So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.

He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students.

In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.

It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.

There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.

The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"

"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"

"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.

"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.

Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."

"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.

Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...

Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.

"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"

Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"

"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"

"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."

Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"

"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."

Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"

"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."

Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."

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☏ - ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴜʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ??? ʟᴍᴀᴏ… ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱʜᴏʟᴇ……. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇɴꜱᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴀʙᴇ ɢᴜʏꜱ ꜰʀꜰʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ (ʙʏ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ), ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴜʀꜱ, ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴇᴏ, ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴋʙᴏx ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ

Yandere Best Friend who was the king of the school, ruling over his subjects with an iron fist. They kissed his feet, and in turn he'd shove them into lockers when he felt grouchy and have them fetch his cigarettes so the teachers wouldn't know they were his.

Yandere Best Friend who was once your best friend. Your ride or die who would have your back even when he acted like a complete ass sometimes. Sure he was wicked and cruel, but never to you.

Yandere Best Friend who always kept you close, closer than Harry, closer than Hannah. He would pick you up from your house, he would eat at your table and welcome you to eat at his own. You would spend nights in his room, never on his bed, of course. But he'd take the initiative and set out an inflatable mattress for you, which was more than he'd ever do for the other guys who he'd leave to sleep on the cold hard floor.

Yandere Best Friend who you absolutely despised. Seriously, just the sight of him was enough to ruin your day. This wasn't petty envy– okay, well maybe it was. Just a bit. You hated how your parents blindly adored and praised him (“Why can't you just be more like Richard?”), you hated how you were known first and foremost as his best friend, Richard's cheerful little lapdog. You hated how you spent so much of your life at his beck and call, because what else were you supposed to do? Ignore him? Fuck. Even as kids, that would be social suicide.

Yandere Best Friend who liked you more than you thought you did. He was always weirdly drawn to you, in the same way a starving dog would be to a rare bone thrown it's way. Hungry, possessive, and greedy. You reasoned it as something like imprinting, you were his first real friend. Not a mindless follower in awe of his assertive charisma. But somebody who he initially perceived as an equal. You say initially, because at this point he sees you less as an equal and more of an extension of himself, like a nice watch he can't bear to take off.

You only truly discovered how deep this went when he learned you and Harry were sleeping together.

Really it was Harry's fault.

You were supposed to go have dinner with Richard's family at their place, a monthly tradition both your parents established when you two were young and have since kept up without fail. But then he yelled for you outside your window, and, well… he was still wet from his shower and you could never resist him when he was wearing his letterman jacket.

That was when it started, you think. The first little clue in Richard's very own Nancy Drew mystery that has led him to slamming your bedroom door open on a Friday night while your parents are out of town.

“Jesus, ever learned how to knock?” You place a hand to your chest and act shocked, like swinging the door open like a battering ram wasn't a regular occurence.

Usually Richard would respond with teasing, jokingly apoligzing for startling your poor, weak heart or for attacking your sensitive ears with such a loud noise. You never liked it, but you heard it so much at this point that it stopped bothering you a long time ago.

“What the fuck is up with you and Harry?”

‘You and Harry’. Three words you used to be afraid hearing in one go. You still are. Whenever somebody would say, “I saw you and Harry,” you would force a smile on your face and respond with, “Really?”

But this is a different question. “What is up with you and Harry?”

Your mind can only come up with one answer as to why Richard asked this question and that alone is to send you into panic mode.

But you simply raise your brow, “Uh, nothing? Is this about the brownies? Sorry if I gave him extra but you didn't finish your share so if it's anybody's fault it's yours–”

“This isn't about your shit brownies [Name]—”

You gasp, once again pressing a hand to your chest, making sure to exaggerate your expression, but not too much, just enough to look convincing, “How dare you! You said you loved them—”

“Well I lied, idiot,” Richard's gaze hardened, he crossed his arms as he stood over you while you sat cross legged on your bed, “And don't change the subject!��

You raise your hands in faux-surrender and try to look like your feelings have been hurt, “I wasn't! You shit talked my brownies– which I'm not gonna forgive by the way— and I just defended them like any normal person would.”

“So yeah, Richard, we are staying on subject! The subject is simply about my amazing brownies and your crappy taste buds.”

Richard’s nostrils flare in exasperation. He curses under his breath while he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a polaroid picture which he then shoves at your chest. You look at the picture, and you can't restrain yourself from releasing the ensuing gasp.

It was you and Harry, in Harry's car at night parked near the lake on the outskirts of town, making out under the cover of darkness.

“Woah, holy shit– Harry's gay?!”

“You're making out with him in the picture–”

“Nahhh, that's not me bro! I was out… fishing with my… great uncle.”

“Your great uncle died two years ago.”

“Well, I have another great uncle, and he's in tip top shape. Asshole.”

“You have the same baseball hat you're wearing in that picture.”

“...No I don't.”

Richard stares at you, then silently points to an identical hat on your bedside table.

“That's not mine. I borrowed it from Steve.”

“Fucker, I gave you that for your fifteenth birthday.”

—

Richard always knew something wasn't right with you.

Listen, he didn't believe in whatever bullshit Father Callahan spewed from his mouth. Gay guys were freaks of nature, sure, but they weren't sent by the devil.

But you were an exception. Shit, with the way you made him feel maybe you were a little succubus made to take him off the righteous path or whatever.

Ever since you guys were kids he's always felt this uncontrollable desire to have absolute and complete control over your entire being. Richard doesn't know to describe it as anything other than an almost instinctual impulse, the universe telling him that you were meant to be his when he was still too young to understand.

Still. He thought that you would have standards. Richard could see the common sense in wanting to bone, whenever he got to get it on with Hannah he was in bliss even if she wasn't you, but for you to choose Harry. The spoiled little wuss Harold Kelly, instead of him?

He treated you better than the rest, but he had limits. Limits you overstepped. It's only fair that you're going to get punished.

“Ahaha… uh, are you sure that's me and Harry in that picture…?”

Richard clicks his tongue. When would you understand that there was no use denying it?

“That is literally Harry's exact plate number on that car.”

Your shoulders slump, and Richard feels a mix of dread and satisfaction at the resigned expression on your face. Satisfaction because he won. Dread because his worst fears have been confirmed.

“Who took the picture?”

Richard snatches the photo away from you, “Made that little freak Greg Werner stalk you two,” He sneers and takes a step closer, “Bet he got a lot of fap material from that. Scrawny little guy like him, there's no question he's a fag. You would know, wouldn't you? You're just like him after all–”

“Okay, fine! So what if I am?” You jab your index finger into his chest, his green eyes widening as they focus on it, “What I do in my private time is my business and none of yours. My life is barely even my own, and it's all. Because. Of. You! So don't you fucking dare take what little personal pleasure I have away from me.”

With each word you speak, Richard's heart aches. It's a sharp, cold pain like a knife is being stabbed into his does. There's a silence when you finish, taut with your resentment and Richard's hesitant regret. He wants to say something, but what could he say? That it wasn't his fault? That he was sorry? That he didn't want you to leave him? He felt like he was watching a beautiful bird he had nursed back to health and kept safe from the dangers of the world start flapping its wings and fly, far, far away from him.

“Get out, Richard,” You turn away from him, “If you want me to leave your group and fuck off then I'll do so gladly.”

“No.” Richard grabs your arm.

“Wha- what do you mean no? Richard let go of me.”

Richard weighs what is important to him on a scale in his mind. You, or his status.

You were his best friend. Even if you were starting to slip away, to college, to Harry, out of his sight and out of his life, you were the only person he wanted to keep in his life. The only friend he could see himself going out for drinks with when he was older.

You were his first love. His only love. The first subject of his shameful adolescent dreams that left him awake at night, sweaty and spent on his bed. Once he had contemplated running away with you, changing names, and living a life free from the close minded small town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere the two of you grew up in.

But he had a reputation to maintain. A father who he had to satisfy with the standard accomplishments a father would expect of his son. He had a girlfriend whose father was the town's mayor. A town whose watchful eyes praised him as a good, upstanding young man who was destined for greatness. A star athlete who was going to play in the big leagues and finally place the town on the map.

In the grand scheme of things, you were just another teenager in his shadow.

You were destined to be remembered in history as merely another name in his autobiography. Richard Shepherd's childhood best friend.

However Richard's stomach curled at the thought of that. You and him, separated. No longer within the same circle, but in different worlds entirely.

The scales tip in your favour.

—

What happens next is a blur. You're shoved into the mattress of your bed and pinned down. You try to escape and Richard cows you into submission with a punch to the gut that nearly has you hurling from the force.

Your clothes are ripped from your skin, your protests go unheard, your body is a tool. Richard too has stripped himself, he spreads your legs. He grabs you by the chin when you close you try to look away, “Unless you want this to hurt more you're going to look at me when I do this.”

So you look, and you cry, and you weep as you feel his cock invade you. It's not a dry insertion, but God it still hurts. Richard gasps when he sheathes himself fully inside, his eyes are blown wide and his mouth hangs open like he's seeing stars. His fingers dig into your waist, and he bites his lip, his face tells it all and even in this position you can't help but smirk. Feels better than Hannah's, doesn't it Richard?

That's the last thought you remember having before Richard goes wild.

You do it on your bed, against your desk, pressed against the cool surface of your window. Richard cums multiple times inside you, he even cries at one point, screaming words you can barely remember in your fucked out state as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Richard makes you scream his name as he moans out yours. He asks if Harry kissed you before and when you're too tired to respond he slams his lips into yours and practically eats away at your mouth.

Eventually he finishes, pulling out of your worn out hole, with a wet plap. Your body shudders as you release a long, shaky breath.

“You’ve ruined me,” Richard pants, his blonde hair is sticking up, he’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his green eyes are blown wide open as he tries to compose himself, “I… I can’t- Hannah could never…”

He stares at you as you lie below him, equally sweaty, your neck and shoulders are littered with hickeys and bite marks, and you’re on the verge of passing out. The rims of your eyes are red, and your face is moist with tears. Your lip is swollen from Richard’s teeth digging into them, nearly tearing them off in his fervour.

You look like you’re about to die.

He looks more alive than he ever has before.

Richard looks like he wants to do it again.

Yet his eyes are filled with fear, and you want to laugh, but your throat is crying out in pain.

“You’ve ruined me.”

Yandere Best friend Bully who keeps you on a shorter leash now. He doesn't do anything in public. Okay, that's a lie. But he makes sure he doesn't get caught. And despite being the classic stereotype of a small town jock, complete with his hot cheerleader girlfriend and powerful inner circle, he's not an idiot. He doesn't do anything to out you, or even leave any hints to your sexuality. He doesn't even tell Harry he knows. No, this is his little secret. Your little secret. Just like the old days when the two of you had a secret fort deep in the woods behind his father's farm.

Yandere Bully who knows he can't keep you around his group, even to be the new punching bag. The guys would be too grossed and the girls.. well he didn't really care what they thought actually. Same went for the guys, to be honest. What mattered was the words they would say that would be whispered and spread like wildfire around the school.

Richard likes keeping the school homo around

Really?

Really!

You think he fucks the fag?

Why else? I don't see any bruises on the fucker’s face

Yandere Bully who can't bring himself to hurt you. Is he disappointed? Yes. Is he furious? Yes. Does he want to beat somebody’s head in till the anger goes away? Oh, no doubt. But if he were to ever hit your handsome face then he'd hit himself over the head with a brick a hundred times over.

Yandere Bully who resorts to being rough. He uses you like you're a lowly hooker, here to give him happiness and send him flying high to heaven with pleasure. He pins your wrists above your head. He smacks your ass. Digs his nails into your solid muscle till you bleed. He litters your skin with harsh, red bitemarks.

You would cover it all up the next day by saying you spent the night with a girl. You never say, you never do, so nobody questions who. He used to be jealous, resentful of whatever bitch was able to lay her needy hands on you, but now he only smirks at the sight of the miserable pout on Harry's face.

Yandere Bully who doesn't spare Harry either. Bumping into him in the hallways. Stomping on his foot during football practice. Flirting with his girlfriend by the lockers, a smirk on his face while his eyes are on Harry, quietly fuming while his girlfriend giggles and twirls her hair bashfully. His humiliation of Harry is what makes the other guys join in. They jeer at him, mock him by asking if he liked getting cucked, and start slowly respecting him less. That is, till you step in of course.

Yandere Bully who ignores the bitter complaints of the other guys, angered by the humiliation they suffer at your hands, and watches as resentment stews inside him as you scold Harry, hands brushing a stray chestnut lock away from his eyes while he smiles sheepishly, his ears burning red after being graced with your touch after so long of being deprived of it. The two of you looked natural, you looked happy, really happy. Real happy, with a real smile to boot.

Yandere Bully who sometimes wonders, during nights when he has you in his arms, your back facing him as you avoid his intense gaze by placing yourself in front of the wall, what exactly your feelings for Harry entail. Did you just want to fuck or did you like Harry the same way Hannah liked Richard?

Yandere Bully who sometimes wonders what he feels for you. He likes you, more than Harry, and certainly more than Hannah. But sometimes he wonders what's the difference between liking somebody and desiring them.

One day he looks at you the morning after a raunchy night in your bed and the sun pours in from your window, your brows furrow and a frown forms on your face. You bury your head in your pillow, and Richard decides that whatever he felt for you was completely beyond his comprehension.

Yandere Bully who should have known that Harry would start poking his nose eventually. He couldn't understand what you wanted from Harry, but he knew that he and Harry wanted the same thing from you: You in your unsullied entirety.

Yandere Bully who one day finds you alone in a room with Harry. He looks through a small gap in the doorway, and Harry is on his knees, drying your leg with a towel. The group was staying at Harry’s lakeside cabin during the summer, and you had all come back from swimming in the lake. Harry looks up at you from beneath his eyelashes, a seemingly innocent smile on his face while you narrow your eyes at him, a smirk curling at your lips.

Richard does a sharp intake of breath at your laugh, floating through the air like a gentle, silvery breeze. Your head rests on your hand while the other plays with Harry's damp hair, “Jesus christ, it was freezing though,” You shudder at the memory of it, “I felt like I was gonna turn into a popsicle.”

Harry giggles, fucker actually giggled, “Bet you'd be a hot popsicle though.”

“What the hell— A hot popsicle? You mean sexy?” At Harry's shy nod, you throw your head back and laugh, “So what, you're gonna drag your tongue over me and lick every inch of my body?”

Harry's ears start to burn red, “Well… I wouldn't… I wouldn't mind doing it even if… you aren't a popsicle…”

Before you can even respond, Richard swings the door wide open and the two of you snap to attention, Harry jolts and quickly scrambles to his feet and you practically leap off of the bed.

“Richard! Buddy! Pal! Amigo!” Harry exclaims, “What're you doing there at the door? Come in, come in! We were just talking about… uh—”

“The temperature,” You supply seamlessly with a firm nod, “I think my balls froze off in the lake man, they're numb as hell.”

Harry gapes at you for a moment before shaking his head with fervour and then nodding with the same amount of intensity, “Yep! How about we go on a walk after lunch? Absorb some good ol’ vitamin D, whaddya say Richard?”

Richard narrows his gaze at the two of you, his eyes flickering to Harry who beams like an idiot dog, then to you who sports a similar ‘ignorant’ smile.

“Bring it up with the others,” Richard mutters in gruff tone, “[Name] go tell them to start making lunch, Harry stay behind would you? I have to talk to you about something.”

“About what?”

“Football.”

“Ah, okie doke!” Harry smiles, not a single thought behind his blue eyes, “Seeya later [Name]!”

You hesitate for a moment, chewing your lip in thought, but a sharp glare from Richard is enough to have you roll your eyes and head out, “Don't take too long unless you wanna be eating our leftovers.”

“So is it about the upcoming game? The Bears have got nothing on us man, don't you sweat–”

“Harry, you buffoon, that was obviously just a guise,” Richard closes the door shut, “I want you to stay away from [Name].”

“Huh? Why?” Harry cocks his head to the side, “Is something wrong? Did [Name] do something?”

“It doesn't matter,” Richard waves his hand like he's swatting flies away, “I don't want you anywhere near him. Not even within an inch.”

“You can't just do that Richard,” Harry protests, but Richard is already turning away from him.

“I can,” Richard narrows his eyes at him, green against blue, “And I will.”

Before his fingers can even brush the metal of the doorknob, Harry grabs Richard's shoulder and spins him around, “No, Richard, you can't.”

There's an unusually serious expression on Harry's face that Richard never thought he'd see till Harry would reach his thirties, that is, if they were to even remain in touch.

Harry was a coward, plain and simple. He cried like a bitch when he watched scary movies, he was deathly afraid of the dark, once on a previous trip to the Cabin there was a spider in the bedroom and he simply stood on the couch pointing and screaming at the insect as his own girlfriend was the one who took it outside using a glass cup and a piece of paper.

When they first met, it took only three minutes for Richard to cement himself in Harry's mind as a person to listen to, to respect, and obey. And it was something that wouldn't change, till just now that is.

“I know you've been doing something to [Name],” Harry stares him down, for the first time in his life it truly registers in Richard just how tall Harry is as he stands nearly half a head above him, “And whatever it is, I want you to stop.”

Richard sneers, “Look at you. Harold Kelly. The town pushover finally grew some balls, huh?” He shoves Harry away, “But if you think I'm going to listen to you just because of that then you really are as big of an idiot as everybody says you are.”

Harry shakes his head, “You're hurting him, you know?” He meets Richard's piercing gaze without flinching, “You keep pushing him like this and he's going to snap eventually.”

“Why do you care? What is he, your little girlfriend? That why you didn't bother stepping up when your girlfriend had her mitts all over me?”

“He's my friend Richard, and friends care for each other,” Harry frowns, a disappointed look in his eyes that makes Richard want to sock him across the face (Who is he to look at him like that?), “You'd know that if you weren't so selfish.”

“What are you trying to say to me Harry?” Richard takes another step forward, smirking when Harry instinctively backs away, “If you're saying I don't care about [Name] then you're dead wrong, because nobody will ever care for him in his life as I will, not even you Harry. You wanna know why? Because you don't understand him, nobody does. Nobody except me, and that's why even if you two are flirting and going at each other like the little fairies you two are, the only person who will stay in his life forever is me.”

“You know?” Harry's voice is quiet, whatever bravery he mustered up is gone and he's back to the wuss Richard pushes around in his free time.

“Of course I do, nobody knows him better than I do after all, this is no exception.”

Harry's mouth hangs open slightly, and Richard snickers at the expression, smirking at his undeniable triumph over the other, “I won't say it again Harry, leave [Name] alone. If you don't, I'll tell the school you've been raping him.”

The threat makes Harry flinch, “No… you wouldn't.”

“You know better than to think that Harry.”

“E-even if you did, nobody would believe you!”

“Harry people have seen [Name] with your hickeys and bite marks, it wouldn't be so hard to convince them you're gay and Lucy is just your beard. Besides,” Richard drawls in a sing-song tone, “I have pictures~”

Harry's visage is consumed by an expression of defeat and hopelessness, “This is wrong Richard, you're ruining his life.”

“Please, if anything the only reason he has this life is because of me,” Richard scoffs, ignoring the twinge in his chest at Harry's words, “Now, if you'll excuse me.”

Without waiting for a response, Richard enters the dining room, and takes a seat beside Hannah and across you.

“What took you so long?” Hannah looks up from her plate, a bored look in her eyes.

Richard peck's her on the forehead, lips stiff, “Harry and I were talking about football.”

“Geez,” Hannah rolls her eyes, “All boys talk about is sports and cars, tsk.”

“Don't forget the girls,” Peter jokes.

Hannah wrinkles her nose, “Eugh.”

You send him a narrowed glance, a silent question hung in the air between the two of you. What happened?

Richard merely smirks, it widens at Harry's arrival. You look at Harry hopefully, only to visibly deflate when he sits beside Lucy at the other end of the table.

You turn to Richard again, eyes hardened, “What did you say?” You mouth.

Richard shrugs. You curse under your breath.

Yandere Bully who you can't stand anymore. At this point, could your life really be called your own? Richard always had his eye on you, day and night. He would spend his entire day with you. Even staying behind after practice to shower with you. He would eat at your table during dinner and stay over the night, you would be caged in your own bed, struggling to sleep while his hot breath fanned against your neck.

Fuck. Even Tommy would send you pitying glances when you would visit his house. Tommy! The kid you would pin down while Richard tore up his drawings in front of him.

The last straw is Harry. Lovable, cowardly, foolish Harry. Harry who avoids your gaze and practically flees when you enter his vicinity. Harry who tells you that he can’t see you anymore. That he shouldn't. That what the two of you are doing is wrong, it always has been.

You can't take this anymore. You have to get away. From the school. From the town. From Richard fucking Shepherd. You could tolerate it, barely but you could tolerate it. But then Harry broke your heart and suddenly you don't have a reason to tolerate what Richard is doing to you anymore.

Yandere Bully who expects to be offered full-ride scholarships to ivy-league colleges, but when scouts arrive they ignore him in favour of team players like Harry. You know this because the same night after Harry proudly announces he got a scholarship to the University of Michigan, he fucks you in the backseat of his car without a single shred of mercy, cursing under his breath the entire time. Talk about envy.

Yandere Bully whose expression can only be described as devastated when you break the news over dinner that a college in the city has accepted you, over his parents congratulating you and your parents tearful smiles, he looks like he's about to cry and scream at you all at once.

Yandere Bully who that night, in the barn on top the stacks of hay, when he thinks you've passed out he hugs you, actually hugs you, as sobs rack through his frame. He begs you not to leave him, and you feel almost guilty for not opening your eyes and assuring him that you won't. But you don't, because even you're not so cruel as to give him such an empty promise.

Yandere Bully who never sees you again after graduation. He tries to get you to stay, he even threatens releasing the pictures, but your only response is a shrug.

“Will you miss me?”

You scoff, “Will I miss you? Richard, there's nothing to miss. If anything, I should be asking you that question.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know exactly what it means.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“You love me.”

“You're delusional.”

“Wow, look at the pot calling the kettle black,” You chuckle.

“I'm not gay [Name].”

“Then why were you so mad about Harry then?’

“Because he was a fag.”

"Well, I'm a fag too, but you certainly treat me better than you ever treated Harry.”

“That's because you're different.”

“I'm special.”

“Whatever you wanna call it.”

“I'm special… because you love me.”

“I don't love you.”

“But will you miss me?”

“You're going to come back.”

“And how are you so sure?”

“Because I said so.”

You smile, “Don't count on it, Richard.”

Yandere Bully who breaks up with Hannah eventually, after she catches him cheating on her with a relative of yours who was staying in town. What can he say? She had your eyes.

Yandere Bully who only has the old baseball hat he gave you for your birthday to remember you by. It's either you forgot to pack it or you left it behind on purpose. Even if it hurts, he prefers the latter. At least it meant he mattered to you in some way, even if it's in a negative light. He always wears the hat, even if Raph teases him for it, all he has to do is knock the little shit in the head and he shuts his mouth about Richard's fashion choices.

Yandere Bully who writes letters he never sends, words written in a rough scrawl confessing truths he was too afraid to admit, that he's still afraid to admit to this day.

[Name]

Sunflower gave birth today, a colt with a coat the colour of chocolate. We named it London. I think dad has been thinking of going there, but I don't think he ever will.

Have you gone to London? I hope you haven't. We wanted to go there together, didn't we? You wanted to meet Harry Potter and I wanted to… well I didn't want to do anything there. I think I didn't mind where I was, I just wanted to be with you.

I wish you came back. I wish you never left. I wish you stayed with me in this shitty town and worked with me in my family's shitty farm. I know it's cruel, and I know you don't deserve it, but neither do I okay? I deserved a life with you and it's unfair that you got to leave and I'm still trapped here

Sunflower misses you, I think she got more sad when you left and hasn't changed since. She keeps whinnying like she's calling out for you and it bothers all the other horses because they can't sleep, and when they can't sleep then I can't sleep, and you know I fucking hate it when I can't sleep so could you just come back and spare me further trouble?

I got rid of the pictures. You don't have to worry about anything. I just need you back here. So I can sleep.

Richard

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

#yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc #male yandere #male reader #x reader #yandere #yandere male x reader #Richard Shepherd #tbh i was rooting for Harry the entire time #in my heart he and [name] got their happy ending #but as a writer i believe he has an unfulfilling marriage with his girlfriend #and my own idea for [name]'s ending is that he bounces from different boyfriends every few months because he has attachment issues

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wonik1ss · 5 months ago

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✦ JUST SWINGING IN — ❝ kim minji ❞

[ 널 내게로, burn it up, 네 손길로, turn it up ]

synopsis • after meeting spider”man” in a mall robbery you just can’t seem to shake the city’s hero ( 4.4k ) fluff < playlist rec : just swinging in 🕸️ >

a/n : it’s finally here ! my longest fic !

you adjusted your glasses as you got down to your beakers level. just one drop and your class would be-

“oh I’m such a klutz sorry..”

“y/n..”

“yeah yeah”. hana waved you of as she pretended to limp over to your freshly 24 year old professor.

“we can use mine..”. yunah giggled as you got ahold of her hand grasping it for dear life.

“oh you sweet sweet angel!”

“calm down I already finnished anyways ..!”. you thanked your friend again and then began to jot down some notes. you were not even three months into college when your favorite class became your least favorite. last week your professor who looked like he was deadly close to kicking the bucket decided to fight a student and he ‘retired’ the school says by his own volition..

now with your new much younger professor you felt like panties were dropping left and right.

“it’s like seeing two birds mate..”. yunah playfully shushed you as a bell rang.

“ok see you all next week..!”. already packed up you and yunah giggled as your professor struggled to get your fellow classmate to leave too.

“so the mal-“

“can’t.. jihan needs to study for her science test and I can’t let her fail..!”. you nodded as yunah ran of to find her bestfriend. ever since you started all your new friends were old friends to others. so after school ended it was either frat party’s or staying at home binging kdramas.

you tried though. you went to three frat party’s in the three months you been their for no more then three minutes. after one minute you were seen as fresh meat, two y they stalked forward, and threw a bunch of horny college boys tired their luck with you

“his boobs were moving”. yunah tilted her head as she painted your nails.

“guys don’t have tits.. y/n”

“well.. he’s peeks like.. twitched..”. you heard a door open and you laughed at jihan s open mouth.

“you should have let me come..!”. as jihan played with your painted hand you went on to the point yunah had to close jihan a mouth herself.

snapping out of your daydream you stepped of the bus ear buds on. you went to get the essentials first. a new tooth brush since your roommate stepped on your old one, some more shower products then finally you got to your wants. walking into the sanrio store happy by wjsn playing in your ears.

you shopped to your hearts desire. or until you reached your debit cards limit. once you were done you wandered into a comic shop. but what caught your eye wasn’t the comics but the red and blue merch.

after coming to seol for that better education you soon found out in your part that somewhat resembled nyc a spiderman ran around helping peopl. last week it was snake in a tree, the next was the culprit of a cat napping and now you saw his suit on the cutest jacket.

$50

“fucking inflation”

“I know right..!”. you head jerked to the old white man in the front of the store.

“sorr-“

“no no I understand.. I tried to haggle it down but he’s just got to famous for that now..”. you smiled and as you put the tag of the jacket down you heard the caching.

“take it I’m closing up shop in a few days and it would suit you”. you tried to say no put the man put the jacket and something else in your bag and you bowed and thanked him on your way out. until you fell on your ass.

“watch it dude!”. when you looked up he was long gone and a bunch of people ran following. as you dusted of your legs you heard a stomp then another then another. you tried to scramble to your feet but his eyes trapped you. what looked like an old timely soldier. his eyes glowed blue.. it was like you were in a trance.

“thy must join me or per-“

“army’s are so old timey man just start a cult of something”. you saw red and blue legs infront of you.

“..I shall repeat myself onc-“

“are you alright miss?”. spider-man helped you up while simultaneously webbing the soldier to the mall wall.

“yeah.. shouldn’t you be fighting him though”

“feel like I should help a pretty lady escape first..”. you stood stunned when spider-man winked at you and rushed you to hide in his merch store..

“now how about you travel back in time and leave this poor mall alone..?”. the soldier broke the webs and charged at the webbed boy. spider-man dodged. webbing the soldiers face.

“I am the all powerful blamore kneel to me !”

“bla bla bla..”. spider-man pretends to yawn as the soldier pulled of the sword on his back and and tried to strike spider man again. put the man webbed it to wall.

“how far did you come from bro your really out of shape !”. after a couple hits taken from both men, you got tired of waiting. it had been twenty minutes and you could tell the solider was wearing down but spider-man was also.

“man let’s just call it a nig-“. you threw a spider man plushie at the soldier. both guys stated at you dumbfounded. taking this as you chance you keep on throwing the plushies. spider man getting the hint punched the solider in his face. after a few more hits the soldier fell unconscious. peering over the cash register spider man tilted his head at you hands gripping the counter.

“you know this is my job.. right..”

“didn’t look like it”. as you straightened up spider mans grip loosened as he chuckled. you didn’t know how to say it but you knew it wasn’t organic.

“are you using a voice changer?”. spider man stopped laughing and started to walk backwards as you left the counter and walked towards him.

“w-what no”. you crossed your arms as the spider tapped his neck twice and his voice got lower and then you heard a crack.

“did you just break your voice changer..?!”. giving up spider man nodded while staring at the floor. you bent your knees and tilted your head up at him.

“who knew seoul’s super hero was such a pus..”. as you smiled spider man raised his head and scratched his neck.

“I.. I peoples lives you know”

“mm”

“I mean the lady’s love me..!”. the spider gestured to the store. you picked up your jacket and your shopping bags and looked back at the strange guy.

“you have a really attractive voice spider boy”. you heard a pft as you walked out of the store

“and you have a nice style”. if there was ever a time you would be able to blush this would be it.

as the weeks went on you started to drift more to the spider man side of seoul. suddenly you found yourself searching up about the spiders past saves. a kid from a car that was falling of a bridge, a vaulter and much more. with this new interest came new merch.

“omg it’s like your his groupie now..”. jihan said as she showed one of the spider-man plushies to yunah who giggled.

“I mean it’s not like his an eyesore..”. with that jihan jumped on your bed.

“did you know hana was there when that guy tried to steal those old lady’s purses and she swore she saw the imprint of his abs on his suit..!”. you grabbed the plushie and put it back on your bed.

“hana also probably has connections to that one big drug dealer”. jihan wrinkled her nose and waved you off.

“well you should know y/n.. you were in the mall when that soldier guy stormed in right..?”

“blamore, he’s a soldier from like caesar’s time..”. jihan and yunah looked at eachother.

“I think your a little obsessed”

“no I just became.. a fan”. jihan looked you up and down.

“that spider man shirt says otherwise..”. you threw one of your other shirts on her and yunah giggled.

“are we going to get jihan that c or what ?”

“you said I could get an a !”. as you changed and jihan pouted yunah patted her head.

“yeah in a few years if you actually had a studying schedule..”. you giggled as you grabbed your purse and jihan stomped out of your dorm room.

approaching the library jihan gobbled down her corn dog.

“like what I’m going to slather the book pages with ketchup?”

“knowing how you eat you probably would”. jihan pushed you and before you noticed it you collide with something.

“oh shit I’m sorry”

“no problem.. just watching your step next time”. with that and a smile the tomboyish girl hurried into the library.

“nerd”

“that’s got to be you in a few weeks if you want to pass that math final !”. as yunah went on jihan zoned out and so did you. for some weird reason you felt compelled to the tomboyish girl. she looked really cute with her backwards cap, and her sweatshirt that was way to big for her.. how could she make her mess of a low bun look so good..?

“earth to y/n it’s been and hour and all you have done to help is stare blankly at the exit.. I think that means we should leave !”. jihan said as she turned to yunah who was nose deep in a book.

“sorry was just thinking about something”

“your web man”

“he’s not my anything”

“you zoned out and drew him in a sticky note.. he must mean something to you..”. your eyes widened at the post-it note jihan held up snatching it and throwing it at the trash can.

“if your not going to any help to help me study at least have aim”. you flicked the girls forehead as you actually started to help her. in the corner of your eye you swore you saw someone pick your trash up put never put it in the actual trash. to bad jihan face planting into her books distracted you.

one hour turned into two and two turned into four and you all parted your ways from the library. you ended up walking a small corner store for a small snack. as you walked in the owner waved you at and you smiled back. you grabbed your favorite snacks and a drink and as you were about to check out you felt something cold on your neck.

“get me the money from the cash register of I shoot her”. your breath shallowed as the owner hurriedly tried to find the key. a soldier and now a robber who smelt like.. tuna.. what’s next..?

suddenly the pressure of the gun was gone and your eyes darted to your side.

“I didn’t even get to ask for her number yet dude..!”. the robber struggled to get up while spider man turned to you.

“you ok..?”

“you should as the cash-“. turning to face the counter you saw the man had run out the door.

“looks like he’s spoken for”. you giggled and your swore the bug boys eyes widened.

“you gunna ask for my number yet..?”. the boy tilted his head and then you could feel the presence of his smile.

“yeah just gotta catch a bad guy no biggy”. you nodded as spider man webbed the robber to the stores door. webbing his mouth last.

“so that..”. you placed a note in his hand and as you walked out you turned around and signaled a call me with your fingers. so while spider boy geeked out you skipped all the way to your dorm snacks acquired. for the next two weeks you kept having run ins with the webbed boy.

“you didn’t answer my call”. you could hear the pout in the boys voice as you looked up from your subway seat. realizing your lips were suck tapped and so where your hands the boy jumped down and untied you.

“are you trying to say texting some spider boy is more important then my college degree..?”. thinking for amount spider man spoke.

“ya I thought we had something”. spider-man patted his chest as we walked away to un-duck tape the rest of the passengers.

“no you have a thing for stalking me..”

“not my fault your so crime prone”. you smiled as the boy stuck a note onto the subway hijackers head.

“you think that’s enough?”

“mmhm ‘someone’s been a very bad boy sorry cops sad face’”. you turned and frowned at the spider boy at the last part.

“don’t drown your ruin your beautiful face”. spider man nudged your face up as he heard multiple feet coming your way and winked and webbed the ceiling and left.

a few days later a museum was under attack by some rogue robots.

“you didn’t pay for the damages you caused for the subways ceiling..!”. as spider man pummeled one of the robots face in he laughed.

“you know your voice is even more pretty over the phone..!”

“your basically a villian too..”. as spider man beat the last robot her walked over and crouched down to your level.

“I thought girls liked bad guys..”

“considering your a boy and not a guy..”. spider smiled and untied your hands.

“get your degree or something dumb isn’t the new cute you know..”

“property damage isn’t the new hot..”. spider man winked at you as police ran in.

then again a week later at a outdoor frat party with some unwanted witch guests

“so you see I’ve been thinking..”

“shit you do that”. as spider man threw several webs at the witches he faked a laugh.

“could we maybe go on a date..”

“you don’t even have my actual number..”. he paused.

“what..?!”

“I gave you some sex lines number.. i don’t know who’s under that mask”. behind the bar you winked.

“your wicked..! we had deep conversations..!”. webs flew everywhere only a few catching the witches as they chanted spells that made him levitate.

“about what..?”

“how far cindy was from my location..!”. you giggled. he got your humor.

“so how about that date”. one witch was knocked out the other wouldn’t back down.

“where?”

“the roof of the candy exhibit on crest street..?”

“sure..spidey”. with a laugh spiderman webbed the witch to the floor and walked over to you.

“wear your best dress”

“wear your best onesie..”

“hah your funny”

“does it look ok?”. jihan and yunah titled their heads and then jihan ran over to you pulling the dress up a bit.

“perfect”

“I feel the air on my ass jihan”. the girl shrugged.

“just looked like you were in a night gown before sorry..”. you playfully hit her as yunah gave you your bag.

“remember I put a taser in your bag if anything goes wrong”

“what do you mean?”. jihan laughed.

“this man’s enemies are all over the city.. you might need it..”. you sighed as jihan reapplied your lipstick and you walked out the door. you decided to talk but you started to regret that decision as the high heels jihan picked out seemed to not be on your side today.

so as you half hazardly limped to the rooftop, a certain spider’boy’ just got home. spiderman slowly opened his window and crawled onto his ceiling. quietly crawling down the wall to jump infront of his door tapping the middle of his chest to tak of his suit.

“DUDE HAVE SOME SELF AWARENESS”. spiderman screamed like a girl because he?.. she was one. minji kim one day while studying like crazy fell asleep and got bit by a spider and she screamed the same way.

“HANNI WHAT THE FICK ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“i don’t know you texted me to get here so as a good friend I did! what’s up?”. as minji changed into some streetwear hanni rolled her eyes.

“you stalked a girl and she willingly went on a date with you.. scratch that she probably was just scared…”. minji threw her back pack at the girl and she fell backwards onto the bunk bed.

“I swear she flirted with me though.. on like all occasions?”

“what happens when she finds out your a girl and not some.. tom holland look alike?”. minji paused and cursed.

“what if I just go in my suit? I could date a girl in my suit right?”. hanni sat up.

“mhm every girl loves making out with latex suits”. wiggling her eyebrows hanni made minji laugh and bit her lip.

“well maybe I’ll just wear the suit this time”. I’m lightning speed minji changed.

“you liked the tie”. minji flicked the tie she glued onto the suit as hanni looked between her and the door.

“FUCK AUNT TAEYEON! ”. taeyeon slapped the back of minji’s head.

“you got beat and bruised to ask out a girl who doesn’t even know your a girl??”. Minji scratched the back of her neck.

“no..”. taeyeon hit the back of her head again.

“your lucky I got a date.. if your not home by twelve your internship is done..”. aunt tae squinted her eyes at the teenage girl and then broke into a smile.

“so happy your finally dating.. oh wasn’t it yesterday I found out you even liked humans in gen-“. minji pushed aunt taeyeon as hanni giggled.

“can’t wait to hear about your date..!”. minji scowled as she climbed out her window but as soon as she was jumping from building to building no one but her knew the smile she held underneath her mask.

“is he calling me fat or something.. these stairs are killing me…

you stopped in your tracks as you reached the door leading to the rooftop. you heard promise by laufey playing. what guy listens to laufey..? opening the door you saw spiderman straighten up in his seat patting the pillow next to him.

“your late..”

“I just went up like twenty flights of stairs your lucky I even came..”. you stopped to see fairy lights lining the rooftop and peering below you a checkered blanket two pillows a basket and a candle. even further below a market of people with dazzling lights.

“pretty right..?”. you rolled your eyes to see spiderman already looking at you.

“I’m eighteen not stupid..”. Spider-Man held his head low as you giggled.

“oh thank god I was thinking you could be way older..”. you gasped and hit his knee.

“your the one head to toe covered in a suit!”. he laughed as he opened the basket. to reveal two sandwhiches, cupcakes and sugary soft drinks. spider-man set it all up and when he finnished looked at you.

“why are you smiling like that”. minji blushed a bit. after all her joking she finally looked at your outfit and you looked perfect.

“what I can’t smile?”

“no I mea-“

“just didn’t expect you to be such a gentleman..”. minji smiled and stood up urging you to join her. you stood up and tilted your head. minji got closer and you froze. she held your waist to make sure you didn’t fall and tilted your chin from her to the sky.

“woah..”

“yeah.. guess we haven’t ruined everything on earth..”. you smiled as you looked back at her.

“you really do so much.. what if I didn’t come?”. you stood on your tippy toes with your chin up, minji laughed.

“your lose..”. she got closer.

“your some random guy in a spider suit..”. you got closer.

“who fights crime”. she got closer.

“and looks hot doing it..”. as you got closer and closer you attempted to close your eyes as you pulled up his mask. thump thump thump.

“look dude I’m pret-“

slam

you turned around to see the warrior. blamore. he grabbed you by the waist and jumped two times the height of the building all the way to the infamous bridge spidey fought the reptile doctor at. it wasn’t easy for him though you keep tazing him the whole ride there.

“let me go !”

“not until your warrior is defeated !”. you rolled your eyes as he sat you on the roof of a car and used his gold rope to tie you up. you rolled your eyes as he use the rope around your mouth.

“you may delay the fight if you keep using that mouth of yours”. people ran and screamed as he seemed to power up glowing with every step he took looking in the sky for spider-man.

“you ruined my date”. blamore had no time to react as he was slammed onto the roof of a car.

“I study all day..”. a punch to the ribs.

“and all fucking night..”. a dislocation of his left leg.

“to finally ask her out..”. spiderman is punched to the floor.

“and you ruin it”. getting up a fist fight starts with a jab to blamores face and a sword slash to spider-man’s torso. instead of just watching you picked up your taser and while bending over backwards to laser through the rope you broke it taking of the rope on your mouth aswell. but instead of running a way for some reason you saw a baseball bat on the road and took it up.

somehow spiderman was now holding onto the bridge with all the strength he had left. the slashes with the sword never stopped and now he was bloody on the side of the bridge. but as blamore got closer you hit him over the head and helped spidey up.

just before you felt something on your throat.

“jump and she stays alive”. amour worn down hay knocked off and blamore still wanted the fight. you tried to use the taser but blamore just used it agonist your waist. you tried to not cry but that just made the tears fall down.

“spide-“

“it’s ok..”. backing away spider man fell. but just as soon as he fell you saw a web on your waist. the sword loosened and suddenly you were in his arms. blamore threw his sword with all his might but as she ran towards spidey he fell to his own demise.

“you ok?”. spiderman held your face in his hands.

“are you ok…”. you stared down at his waist and helped him to the side of a car.

“I’m so sorry.. guess he was just jealous..”. you pulled out tiny band aids and he laughed.

“just.. just text my bestfriend..”. with a sigh he told you his passcode and you texted the username ‘nando’ and caressed his cheek.

“shouldn’t I take of your ma-“

“no..”

“I’ll have a better chance fixing your face..!”. minji threw his head back.

“just..just close your eyes for a minute”. you did and after a minute you felt two hands take them away. infront of you sat a korean girl with a busted lip a cut on her eyebrow and some scratches here and there.. the finest one being under her right eye. immediately you put a spiderman band aid under her eye.

“no reaction..”

“you still look hot.. just more bloody then I expected”. minji laughed as you patched up her face with tissue and whatever was in your bag.

“you liked bruised college students..?”

“didn’t know thugs went to school”

“it’s not my fault he interrupted our date..”. you but your lip.

“should have just finished him off at the mall..”

“dirty.. I like it..”. you gasped as minji winked. as he held onto your waist and webbed his way throught the city. as you landed on the rooftop you stood stunned. minji patted your hair down and sat down.

“my names minji..”

“huh..”

“minji kim”. you turned around still in a haze.

“can we finnish our date now.. before the ants get to it..?”. minji tilted her head and you still shocked sat down next to her and took a bite of the sandwhich.

“you can’t cook for shit”. spiting out the sandwhich minji frowned.

“..I thought hybe had the best cooking classes..”. you laughed.

“I go there two how have I never seen you..?”

“I don’t know.. maybe because I’m always.. I don’t know.. fighting crime”. you nudged her shoulder as she ate her cupcake.

“oh fuck your right..”. you laughed as minji told you to turn around so she could change and you both could get some actual food. while at the same time as hanni approached the bridge she looked to to see a text ‘I’m still bloody just eating ramen with her! love uuuuu’

“sooo since I got a big fat c- can we go to that tanghulu stall! you can bring sunoo and and taesan”. you nodded as you text your new boy-friends. after last weeks events you thought making new friends was nothing. you even went to invite hanni too.

“sooo.. can you also invite the mystery girl..?”. you sighed and typed away as yunah poked your waist.

“so sad nothing happened with spidey though..”. jihan sighed.

“what if he had like a hot friend.. we would have it it of-“. jihan triped walking backwards and fell into the hands of a certain australian.

“oh shit you ok..?”. jihan looked up star gazed with a certain hue of pink dotting her cheeks.

“I’m jihan..”. hanni nodded and waved to you.

“oh hay I didn’t know you were still on campus we were heading to the tanghulu place!”. you laughed as minji opened her mouth.

“I told you we were going the right way”. just as you went to her side you felt something coming your way.

“oh shit sorry.. y-“. minji held the football in her hands and handed to the black haired boy.

“minji.. just got fast reflex’s ha ha..”. minji scratched the back of her head as sunoo nudged you about her. looking up you saw a big boom a few blocks away. you looked over to see minji already gone, hanni texting you.

“oh guys I forgot I got to study!”. jihan pulled on your sleeve as hanni volunteered to help you and as the rest left you looked up to see a certain spider slinging from building to building. jumping in the black van hanni looked at the cameras as you put in your ear piece. to hear some famous lines from spidey that the old shop keeper would probably put on a t-shirt as Minji approached the new villian.

“oh sorry dude I’m just swinging in”

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop smau #reader x idol #kpop girls #reader insert

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sugrhigh · 8 months ago

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BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.

warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???

band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)

drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)

a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come

@fawnchives @55sturn @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick @sturnlova @cupidsword @junnniiieee07 @mattnchrisworld @cherrypostsposts

“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.

people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.

they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.

all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.

she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.

mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.

“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”

“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.

“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”

“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.

addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.

“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.

“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.

he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”

“yup, just lead the way.”

the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.

he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.

“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.

this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.

you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.

several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.

all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.

his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.

“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.

“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.

then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.

“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.

he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”

one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”

he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.

his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.

it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.

“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.

“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.

he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.

“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.

“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.

“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”

“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.

“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.

he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.

“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.

“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.

“you’re sweet.”

“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.

chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.

“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.

jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.

“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.

“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”

you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”

you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.

“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.

“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.

chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”

“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.

nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”

“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”

“really? like who?”

it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.

“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.

you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.

“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.

it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.

jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”

“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.

“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.

“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.

you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.

you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.

but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.

you take it as a win.

a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.

chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.

matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.

its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.

“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.

of fucking course.

he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.

your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.

“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.

“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.

adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.

another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.

you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.

he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.

you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.

“can i bum one?” he asks softly.

it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.

“thanks.”

“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.

matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.

he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.

matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.

you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.

you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.

you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.

it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.

“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.

you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.

you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.

that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.

“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.

he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.

“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.

“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.

matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.

he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.

“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.

you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.

“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.

and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.

“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”

for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.

so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.

“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.

just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.

the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.

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