my type ((yandere x reader))

XXXVIII- the calm

"What's wrong? Do your lips hurt?" Gianni asked (Y/n) when he saw her downturned mouth as they sat in the stagnant car.

"Well, that and I feel bad." She admitted.

"For leaving? You have to understand that-"

"No. I feel bad for making you come to this, I should have just not gone." (Y/n) tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Gianni was pleasantly surprised by her answer. "Don't feel bad. It was Padgett's fault this all went wrong, not yours."

"How is this Padgett's fault?" (Y/n) could almost chuckle at his unique ability to link every bad thing in the world back to Padgett.

"It's just easier to say that it's her's, alright?" Gianni said with a smile that (Y/n) then matched.

"Okay." (Y/n)'s smile dropped and she sunk into the car seat. "This was such a disaster."

"I'm really sorry... but this is what Padgett does, she creates disasters." Gianni lectured her.

"You were right. I should have just listened to you and stopped getting caught up with her." (Y/n) touched her bruised lips. "And now it hurts when I talk."

"Let me take a look."

She sat up and faced Gianni, all of the blood in their bodies went to both of their faces as he softly touched her lips to inspect them.

If her mouth wasn't in pain in that moment, both of them were sure that they'd have kissed the other.

"It should be gone in the morning." He said.

"Great, my mom would not be happy if she saw this." (Y/n) sighed in relief.

"How are things with your mom and your brother?" Gianni asked after she brought her mother up.

"I spoke to Ronan today. He's still hurting, I can tell Carmen's still pissed but she's trying not to show it." (Y/n) shrugged. "I get it. I understand where they're coming from, I just need to give them more time."

Gianni nodded at her. "I'm sure they'll forgive you soon and if you need someone to talk to you know I'm only a phone call away."

"I know... and thank you." (Y/n) noticed that she was still staring at him and quickly turned away, clearing her throat in the process. "So... are you going to the dance with anyone?"

"Not right now." Gianni answered, his heartbeat picked up when she mentioned without the dance as it reminded him of how badly he wanted to go with her. "What about you?"

"I haven't been asked." She shook her head.

"Do you... don't worry about it." Gianni had never felt so nervous in his life, when he asked Padgett out he didn't feel this way at all. He loved and hated the effect (Y/n) had on him.

Her eyes widened as at first she thought he was going to ask her. "What is it?"

"I- I was going to ask if you wanted to go... with me... like, as.. my date?" He forced the words out of himself as he knew that if he didn't ask her now he'd never get around to it and he'd hate himself. Gianni held his breath as he awaited her answer.

"Y-yes!" She said a little too overexcited. "I mean- yes, I'd love to." (Y/n) amended her attitude to a calmer one but the wide beam didn't leave her slightly swollen lips no matter how it stung.

"C-cool." Gianni was too happy to even vocalise it, his senses were on fire. He'd just asked (Y/n) out on their first ever date, hopefully the first of many. "I should probably drive you home now."

"Right." (Y/n) stole one more look at Gianni and then faced the road ahead. "Thanks for asking me. I was hoping you would."

He smiled over at her.

"No problem."

When Gianni lay in bed that night he held his duvet close to himself, imagining that (Y/n) was filling the empty space.

He'd actually made progress with her today! He asked her on a date and she said yes!

The success of that night almost overshadowed everything that went wrong.

Almost.

He still felt an undeniable rage towards Orlando. The beast had not only kissed his darling but also hurt her while he did so.

Gianni couldn't even comprehend hurting (Y/n) especially when her lips were on his. God, when they kissed he'd be so gentle with her and just relish the feeling.

Only someone unworthy of her attention like Orlando would dare to injure her while being granted one of the greatest gifts.

He wasn't too proud to admit he was jealous this time.

Of course he was fucking jealous!

He was jealous of Padgett for taking her first kiss. He was jealous of Orlando for kissing her full stop. He was jealous of Ronan and Carmen because they got to live in the same house as her.

He was jealous of everyone who saw her while he couldn't. He was jealous of her clothes that got to constantly touch her skin. He was jealous of the ground she walked, the places she stayed, the air she breathed.

He wanted to be in a necessity in her life. He didn't just want her to want him, but to need him like he needed her.

Sure, he was happy with where he was at for the moment. But he was far from satisfied.

There were many more steps to be taken to get where he wanted to be with her. Despite this, progress is progress and they were doing well.

He needed to make sure the night went perfectly, this would likely be a story they would tell their children. Their first proper date!

Gianni was too restless to sleep. He shot up and took the photo of the two of them that had been transferred from his wallet to his bedside. He turned on his phone's flashlight and smiled lovingly down at the pictures and the memory that they evoked from within him.

He contemplated doing something quite lewd with the photo but quickly scorned himself. (Y/n) was far too pure, he couldn't taint her like that... not yet anyway.

Gianni had been raised on traditional values that he intended to uphold, he wouldn't give up his virginity until marriage. So he'd have to wait until he and (Y/n) were married before he could desire her in that way.

It became difficult at times not to think of her in that way but he always felt terribly guilty when he did.

Not only would he be breaking his promise to himself but it would make him into some sort of perverted creep.

Which he wasn't! He couldn't be... (Y/n) would never fall for that sort of man.

Even if Padgett thought of him that way, he couldn't live with himself if he proved her right.