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ghostsy · 3 years ago

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Wax Wings in the Moonlight

WARNINGS: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, possessiveness, mentions of abuse, slight misogyny, delusion, nsfw, noncon

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Icarus was an idiot.

A boy with wax wings who loved the Sun so much, he let it burst him to flames. He also resented the constant comparison. He wasn’t a boy with wax wings; his feathers were sharp and crimson, cut like knives, and drew blood at the slightest touch. And he certainly wasn’t chasing after any Sun.

He’d earned his place, spent his life in the shadows and the black, giving his blood, sweat, and tears to serve a world that worshiped pretty wax boys and girls that shined in the Sun.

He wasn’t one of them. He never would be, but he could pretend. He’d run his hands through golden tresses, and give his pretty wax smiles, so that they would feel safe and good and warm in the light.

He was fine being the one to watch like a man in the Moon, surveying the night, so that come morning the Sun could shine. He’d found a sort of peace in it. The night was cold and dark and cruel, but the night was honest. The night was his.

The Sun shone like a spotlight, and as the puppet on the stage, he could do nothing but dance for an audience so insatiable, they were only driven away by the darkening sky. Only to come back the next day for a show they had seen a million times before.

He liked to fantasize about what would happen should the Sun forget to rise one day. Would he be free? Could he unfurl his wings, permanently stained with the blood of the monsters in the night, and fly to the Moon? The Moon didn’t burn; the Moon didn’t blind; the Moon didn’t lie. He quite liked the Moon.

But it was a fool’s dream. Like the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. So he’d play his part, if only to live in the dream that the freedom of the night provided. He was fine being alone. He liked being alone. Until one day, he didn’t.

He’d met many like her; he was sure. Pretty little girls who ran from the Sun because the light was too bright, too blinding, too fake. They were always his favorite, at least for a night.

After all, hawks liked to play with their food, but once it was caught, once it had been devoured? Well, what use were there for bones picked free of flesh he’d already tasted? He plastered on a golden smile.

Now, he wasn’t used to rejection, but his ego could take the way her eyes narrowed, lips twisting in a way that could only be seen as bitter mistrust. He liked pretty little things, sure, but he also liked easy little things. He could take it. The seedy bar was filled with prey, who, while not as sweet, would surely sate his appetite. But then she said something,

“You smile like the Sun.”

His face was half turned away from her, already scouring for his next victim, but his eyebrows quirked in amusement, smile turning sharp and deadly. Got her. He turned to welcome his meal for the night, tongue flicking across razor sharp canines. But then,

“I hate it.”

He blinked, eyes owlish and wide. And then he laughed. Loud and unreserved, his hand came to clutch his stomach; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been caught off guard like this. He kind of liked it.

He opened his mouth to respond; he thought to say something quick and witty back at her. If she wouldn’t spread her legs and warm his bed, she could at least stay and talk with him for a while. It was only fair.

But as he lowered his face back to hers, he caught sight of the mischievous smile that played at her lips, and all thought fled from his brain, blood rushing to color his cheeks. It was a lopsided grin that sparkled under the warm lights of the tavern. Like a Crescent Moon, he thought. He liked it.

“Would you like me to show you my real smile?”

He didn’t know why he was being so blunt, but he felt naked under the glow of her eyes. He wanted to test a theory; how much could she really see him?

“No.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I don’t believe you have one.”

He’d always known that the night was cruel, that the night was honest; everything was laid bare beneath the glimmer of the Moon.

Icarus really was an idiot. To chase the Sun, when the Moon was so much more raw, so much more beautiful.

The Moon was in the shape of a woman, and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked away from him, a shimmering silhouette drowned out in the inkinesss of the black sky. He really did love the night.

He didn’t think he’d see her again, though he cherished the memory of her for weeks after their brief meeting. The sparkle of her smile, and the sway of her hips had provided him ample entertainment when he was left alone with only his thoughts and hands to satisfy.

He didn’t believe in God, or fate, or wax winged fantasies. But damn if it wasn’t tempting when he caught sight of her, legs swinging off a too tall building, cigarette resting between what were undoubtedly soft lips.

He floated down with his blood red wings, and too bright smile, landing on the ledge beside her. She blew out a cloud of smoke in greeting, eyes trained forward--no, upward--glittering in the moonlight.

“You smile like the Moon. I love it.”

Cheesy, but he was sure it would get his point across. After all, it was almost like she had wanted him to find her, alone and vulnerable under the night sky, the sky he owned. She took another long drag of her cigarette, sighing out the smoke.

“Did you know that hawks are blind at night?”

She still wasn’t looking at him, almost as if she didn’t really believe he was there, like he was simply a figment of her imagination passing by in the night. Instead, her eyes scanned the stars. He found himself thinking that they belonged among them. He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t quite finished,

“I think you’ve been dancing around in the night too long. Birdie should fly along home to his pretty blue sky, lest he want the shadows to swallow him whole.”

She spoke in riddles, like a long forgotten goddess come down to earth as an act of grace for creatures too small and too unworthy to truly know her, to truly understand. He realized that he’d gotten it wrong; she hadn’t run from the Sun. She was a creature born in the black of the night. The starlit sky was her home.

This was fine. He was fine being unworthy. He could play the game; he was good at games, and a game with a goddess of the night was a game all the same.

“Hawks are predators, don’t you know? The shadows can try, but I’ve got my claws hooked to the Moon.”

“And where exactly do you plan on taking this Moon you’ve supposedly trapped in your claws?”

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. The words that left her, poetry though they may be, revealed to him an altogether new, fascinating discovery. She could see right through him. He loved it. And, dare he say, a touch of morbid curiosity tinted her speech?

“Wherever she may want to go. After all, I’m nothing if not a generous suitor.”

“Tell me. How many suitors do you think the Moon had before men realized they couldn’t bring her down to Earth to fuck, and breed like cattle?”

There was finally an inch of emotion in her voice. Irritation colored the pretty words, and he found his smile growing. How humanizing it was. For a goddess to feel in the same way her creations did. The Moon may be cruel, but it was always honest. Whether or not it wanted to be.

“I assure you, I have no intention of stealing the Moon from her sky.”

She looked at him now, but her eyes were sharp and cold. She’d dipped her toes in the pond of human insanity, and she’d grown bored with it, it seemed.

“I don’t believe you.”

She let her lit cigarette fall, eyes following the small glow as it disappeared into the inky black of the night. And then she stood, stretching her arms above her head. He caught a peek of lace as her shirt lifted, and swallowed as he felt his face heat.

And then she turned, back to the ledge of the roof, and smiled a smile too bitter for her pretty face. Where was that sparkling, lopsided, Crescent Moon grin? And then she leaned back, and fell.

He was on his feet quicker than he realized, blood red wings quick to puff out, and dive. But she was gone, melted into the tar of the starlit sky. How cruel the Moon was. To mock him, to prove just how out of reach she really was.

He wasn’t losing this game. The Moon was pretty, and the Moon was smart. But the Moon was not untouchable. And he had wings. He could fly. Fuck you, Icarus. His wings weren’t made of wax.

He wouldn’t burn.

It was a while before he found her again, though not for a lack of trying. He’d done some digging as they played this game of cat and mouse. Hawks may be blind in the night, but spend enough time in the darkness, and the monsters you meet are sure to become your friends.

She lived in a place too run down, and too dangerous to be called a home. Though, with her ability to slip in and out of reach at the drop of a hat, she’d managed.

It was a fitting power, he thought. Many had tried to bring the Moon to Earth before, but she slipped through their fingers too easily. After all, she was a million miles away. That was fine. His wings were sharp and his wings were strong. He could fly a million miles, if she so pleased.

Though, she didn’t seem pleased to find him wandering underneath the same streetlights one night. She looked unimpressed when he assured her it was a simple coincidence. The Moon was smart. But she didn’t make an effort to disappear into the pitch black of the night; she must have wanted him to find her.

How many times would she make him chase her? Did she think he’d grow tired? Hawks, as unwelcome as they seemed to be in the night sky, mated for life. And the Moon was immortal. He had the stamina.

“Icarus seems to be getting too close to the Sun, Birdie.”

He liked the pet name, but the comparison grated his nerves. But the Moon liked the peace, and the Moon liked the quiet. He wouldn’t disturb her; it was her night, after all. He huffed out a laugh too polished, but she chose to spare him the criticism.

“How lucky for me that the Moon seems to be hiding it from view.”

“If wax wings burn in the sunlight, what do you suppose happens to them in the moonlight?”

“Wax wings only exist in Greek tragedies, little Moon. I’m afraid reality is far less poetic.”

There was a beat of silence, an unreadable emotion crossed her face.

“How disappointing.”

She reached a finger forward, and a ripple danced through the inky night. She was done entertaining him for the night.

“What do you mean?”

He wanted to keep her there a while longer. He just needed to fly a bit closer, and he’d be there; he just barely started to feel the Moon’s glow; he didn’t want to lose it so quickly.

“It seems that hawks are blind in more ways than one.”

Her eyes, that shone like the brightest of stars, dimmed. A far away look washed over her face, seemingly entranced with galaxies far beyond their reach.

“Only those who read the story got to see Icarus fall. Only they got to understand. He didn’t. He just died.”

And she was gone.

He stayed under the streetlights for a while longer feeling strangely hollow, be it from her words, or her absence, he didn’t know.

No. The Moon was honest, but she wasn’t all knowing. She couldn’t see everything from where she hung in the sky. And his wings let him see the world.

Okay. He was done with this game. It was time to steal the Moon from her sky. The Moon was honest. The night was honest. He never said he was honest. But he didn’t want to burn; he needed a plan.

He loved the night, but he was loved in the daylight. Who would have known his role on the sunlit stage would do him any good? He’d too easily found the perfect little collar to trap his Moon. She wouldn’t be slipping away from him anytime soon.

He was ripping the Moon from the sky. She would surely leave a hole among the stars in her absence. He felt his chest bubble in manic glee.

Good. The night was his. The Moon was his. He’d worked so hard. He let the strings of his fate puppet him all his life. Wasn’t he entitled to some reward?

And she was the most lovely of prizes.

There was rarely a time she went to sleep before the sun started to peek through the horizon. He had to be quick, lest he want those pretty wax boys and girls who patrolled the daylight to catch him. To steal his Moon.

He hadn’t realized how careless she was, dancing with abandon under the multicolored lights of the bar, leaving her drink unattended at a corner table. Nevermind that, it was lucky for him. No matter how annoying it was to see her friends buzzing around her like moths to her flame. They served as a fine distraction. He’d have her to himself soon enough. Maybe he could make her dance for him.

He would have scolded her for the ease at which the monsters that go bump in the night would be able to climb through her window, but he supposed he was one of those monsters now. That was fine. He’d be a monster if it meant he could hold the Moon in his hands, and know that he was the only one allowed to feel her glow.

The silver collar reminded him of a wedding band as it clicked around her neck. How lucky for him she hadn’t noticed the unnatural bubbles that fizzed her drink not even an hour ago. Her head fell against his chest as he lifted her into his arms. Is this what it felt like to touch the Moon?

Okay, Icarus. He acquiesced. He understood. The feeling of her skin, soft as cotton, sent shivers down his spine. The peaceful look on her sleeping face only reinforced what he had already known. She was a Goddess. Blood red feathers puffed in excitement, and something a little more feral.

The golden glow that began to creep into the sky shook him from his thoughts. Wax wings couldn’t have carried him across the sky as quickly as he had been able to soar home. Wax wings wouldn’t have allowed him to cradle the Moon in his arms like the most precious of possessions, and spirit her away from that sky she loved so much.

But he supposed she hadn’t been entirely wrong as he set her down on satin sheets, that pretty wedding ring collar around her neck. Maybe the shadows of the night had swallowed him whole. That was fine.

He’d been able to drag her with him into the abyss. She would have to share her moonlight with him now, lest she want to stumble blind and dumb through the dark the rest of her immortal life.

He knew she wasn’t really immortal, but the knowledge that she’d shine only for him until her last breath made him feel like forever was at his fingertips.

He sat, deep in thought, at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his Moon. He wondered, when she opened those starlit eyes of hers, and found herself brought down to Earth, would she cry pretty, shooting star tears? Or would she look upon him with grateful awe, that he had been the one to finally touch her? To catch her.

And then, remembering her words, a more sadistic thought. He hadn’t brought her down to Earth to fuck and breed like cattle. He really hadn’t. Or not just to fuck and breed like cattle. His lips split in an insatiable grin, tongue flicking out to lick across too sharp fangs. That was simply a welcome bonus.

He’d never had anything to call his own his entire life. All the little wax boys and girls got to play in the Sun. They’d been able to enjoy the light. He’d never understood. The light had held him hostage, and used him to do its dirty work because it was too afraid of the dark to do it on its own. Fine. But if he had to be a slave to the light, he’d revel in the darkness.

He had the moonlight to guide him now.

He was surprised to find that there was a darkness that frightened even the Moon. But the pale horror that painted her face as she gazed upon him, hands clawing at the silver present at her neck could only be explained as suffocating fear.

"Don't be scared, little Moon. You'll be alright down here on Earth. Right here with me, where you belong."

He couldn’t wait to unwrap his present. But as he shed his clothes, and crept forward, and an ocean of tears fell from her glowing eyes, he found himself the slightest bit disappointed. He’d really hoped she’d be thanking him. She should be thanking him.

A spark of irritation lit in his chest. He’d played her game. And he’d won. It was only fair that he collected his prize. He’d flown so far to touch the Moon. The least she could do is lay back, and let his fingers explore.

Oh well. What was one more game?

He captured her hands in his claws, trapping beating fists in pretty silver bracelets laced to the bed frame. Shooting star tears streaked her cheeks as he shoved her into satin sheets. He brushed the wetness from her cheeks, but the rivers that streamed from her eyes were endless.

He felt like gloating to Gods that didn’t exist as he ripped at the pretty white lace that decorated her skin. Pretty white lace. The Moon really was pure, really was untouched.

Well, until now. Suck it, Icarus.

He crammed that pretty white lace that he’d dragged down her legs into her mouth. Screams didn’t suit the Moon’s pretty voice. Where had her riddles gone? He wrenched her thighs apart, and let his eyes explore. His claws slid down, sinking into plush skin, and his head dove between her legs.

Thank you for the meal. The taste of her on his tongue was like nothing he’d ever known before. Ambrosia. She really was a Goddess.

His tongue explored inside her, and played with that pretty jewel between her legs until she began to tremble. She twisted, spitting the pretty lace out of her mouth, and with a voice breathy and shaking,

“Please.”

Like he said, he was nothing if not a generous suitor. He spelled his name with his tongue across her lower lips, and kissed at her sensitive bud.

Her thighs quivered, hands straining against those silver bracelets, as the most beautiful of moans left her mouth. Her back arched in a way that reminded him of that ethereal Crescent Moon.

He leaned back, wiping the dew from the wolfish grin on his face. He freed her hands, wanting to feel her sacred fingers roam his unworthy skin. Never mind how they pushed and scratched and hit, begging with each new mark they painted on his skin.

After all, where could the Moon go now that the sky was out of reach? He positioned himself at the heaven’s gate his tongue had just barely peeked through.

“You’ve been floating all on your own in the sky too long, little Moon. It seems the shadows have swallowed you.”

And he shoved himself inside.

Fuck.

He finally understood why men went to war, why men died for just a taste of elysium. He vaguely registered the broken pleas and cries that came from her lips, but he payed no mind to the words. The sounds that left her sent pleasure-filled shivers down his spine.

He thrust inside her with wild abandon as she bleated and whimpered, and knew that he had touched perfection. His wings, strong and sharp and bloody, were nothing but wax imitations to the real, raw beauty of the Moon.

He was no different than the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. But this little wax boy had caught the Moon.

Pretty hands came to clutch at crimson feathers, fingers digging in to grasp on to some sense of reality. He realized he could answer her question now. As she tore the feathers from him in terrified, pleasured frenzy, he knew.

Wax wings didn’t burn in the moonlight.

They bled.

#yandere bnha #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere mha #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere hawks x reader #geez this is edgy

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illusionedwhite · 2 years ago

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Joongdok Mermaid AU

Pairing: Joongdok

Mermaid AU ft. human Yoo Joonghyuk x mermaid Kim Dokja Established Relationship.

Genre: Soft Fluff/Comfort

*****

The ocean was a dangerous place, or at least that’s what Yoo Joonghyuk was led to believe.

Since birth, the village elders shared tales of underwater creatures that lurked in the night, stories of sirens and monsters who preyed on unsuspecting targets.

At first, Yoo Joonghyuk believed them to be cautionary tales, all superstition. The stories were generational, and their primary audience was children, warning them of the dangers so they would stay clear of the waters lest they fall in and be consumed by their depths.

Years later, Yoo Joonghyuk would discover the most precious secret of them all. The truth had been buried in the old stories, their secret lost over time. The truth was that there were creatures of the sea who lived in a civilization unknown to all but a select few.

And somehow, Yoo Joonghyuk happened to stumble upon it.

Walking towards the edge of the pier, Yoo Joonghyuk watched as the waves crashed upon the nearby shore. To a stranger, it might have been a startling sight for Yoo Joonghyuk to be waiting alone in the near darkness, but to Yoo Joonghyuk, it was just another part of his daily routine.

Only the faintest glimpse of the moonlight guided his way alongside the steady glow of a lantern’s light. Still, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned towards the water, placing an oil-lit lantern beside him.

Yoo Joonghyuk was striking in the night, curly hair falling over a handsome face. His dark eyes gazed over the expanse of water, watching the distant skyline. Gentle shadows were cast upon his face, dancing under the lantern light.

The warm flames flickered, illuminating the dark, rolling waves that splashed gently upon his bare ankles. His legs were folded over the edge of the wooden pier, dipped in the calm waters.

Alone with his thoughts, the smell of seawater wafted past.

Yoo Joonghyuk was waiting for someone. These clandestine meetings were always exercised with a degree of caution, and always under the presence of the moon.

A faint glimmer of light gleamed underneath the rolling waves. Then the faint echo of a splash reached Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears before he sighed.

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk said irritably, though his heart beat a hummingbird’s pulse in his chest. “Must you do this every time?”

At Yoo Joonghyuk’s call, webbed fingers gently grabbed a hold of Yoo Joonghyuk’s ankle. A playful chuckle, like a ringing bell, was next to follow, and a burst of cold water sprayed his cheek.

Before he could properly react, Yoo Joonghyuk was suddenly caught in a deluge of water. Ocean water dripped down his hair, drenching his shirt. Bubbles formed at the water's surface, as if there were someone laughing beneath the surface.

Yoo Joonghyuk scowled, and he lightly dragged his feet through the water once, sending out a small wave to disperse the bubbles.

From the depths of the water, a figure emerged. Wet raven hair framed an otherwise unassuming face and pale cheeks that had seldom seen the sun.

Under the lantern light, the mermaid’s eyes shone like jewels, equally mesmerizing and dangerous. There was a gleam there that spoke of untold depths just as mysterious as his origin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” the voice of Kim Dokja replied nonchalantly, not at all apologetic as he slowly waded over to where Yoo Joonghyuk sat. “You make it too easy.”

How annoying. A smile stretched across the mermaid's face, Kim Dokja's eyes turning into crescents once he steadied his gaze upon Yoo Joonghyuk.

Despite the lingering annoyance, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned in close until their lips brushed together in a chaste kiss. Kim Dokja tasted like the sea, like the ocean; there was a faint saltiness in his lips that was chased away by the softness of his tongue.

When Yoo Joonghyuk drew away, leaning his forehead against the mermaid’s, he was secretly pleased with the pretty red flush that bloomed on Kim Dokja’s face.

Yoo Joonghyuk cradled the mermaid’s jaw for moments longer, fanning his fingers around the delicate fins that stretched above each pointed ear like wings.

“Mmm, Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja said, reaching up to gently brush at Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. The mermaid’s sharp glowing eyes seemed content to study the planes of Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. “Have you become even more handsome since the last time we met?”

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, the annoyance clear in his voice.

Even so, he did nothing to stop the cold, questing fingers that drifted along his chin to his neck where they rested comfortably on his shoulders.

Like this, Yoo Joonghyuk could reach around the mermaid’s bare waist, carefully dragging Kim Dokja out of the water until the mermaid’s long, twisting tail was draped over his legs, the remainder of the mermaid’s weight braced along Yoo Joonghyuk’s body.

Yoo Joonghyuk let his eyes travel down the mermaid’s exposed skin, to the silver necklace wrapped around Kim Dokja’s neck, and the matching hoops that circled his nipples, all connected by a sparkling silver chain. Along his smooth skin, patterned along his torso, were individual scales that shimmered under the firelight.

Kim Dokja was unfairly beautiful, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, like a siren who cast enchantments on wayward travelers.

In the sunlight, Kim Dokja’s tail must have shone like sparkling diamonds, just like his existence as a treasure of the sea. Such precious things should be safeguarded, kept safe under a watchful gaze, but Yoo Joonghyuk knew of others who would seek such riches for fame, uncaring of the cost.

It was safer for Kim Dokja to stay hidden in the deep, vast oceans, far below the surface where not even the light could touch. There, miles below, a vast civilization lived where the sea reached endless bounds, untouched by the world above.

Only Kim Dokja, clever, smart, and witty, was brave enough to explore the world above ground, past the edges of the world that he knew. There, along the shore, Yoo Joonghyuk had first met Kim Dokja.

He had thought of him beautiful then too, glowing under the setting sun, and he had grown even more beautiful as time passed. Years later, they had steadily grown closer with the mermaid eagerly learning the ways of the humans who lived above ground.

Over time, their relationship had developed into a slow, kindling romance–soft, sweet kisses shared in secret, hushed conversations swallowed by the sea, as Yoo Joonghyuk quietly read passages to Kim Dokja, who often drifted lazily near the shore.

“Miss me?” the mermaid asked then, softly, shivering as a chill fell over his skin.

Yoo Joonghyuk tenderly thumbed at the mermaid’s flesh, along the bright scales at his hip, humming in answer. His palms easily settled over the uncovered skin just above the mermaid’s tail.

“Always,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied, wrapping his arms around the mermaid. He didn’t mind the cold that seeped into his skin or the lingering touch of the sea that wrapped around him. Not even the chilly autumn breeze could not chase him from being here.

It was enough, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, to have Kim Dokja here in his arms, well within reach. It was enough to taste Kim Dokja’s lips and listen quietly as the mermaid recalled stories of the sea, or recount human tales that made Kim Dokja’s eyes sparkle in unconcealed interest.

Asking for more already felt like an impossibility. And yet, it was always there–the selfish thought of asking Kim Dokja to stay.

As if reading his thoughts, the mermaid smiled mysteriously. At the edge of the pier, his long tail shone brilliantly, still radiant in the darkness. Each pristine aquamarine scale was lit by the dying embers of lantern light.

“You’re thinking again,” Kim Dokja teased, amused. His tail lazily swung against Yoo Joonghyuk’s thigh. The motion was oddly rhythmic as if Kim Dokja were still treading underwater.

Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to kiss him again. Instead, he murmured under his breath, fondly into Kim Dokja's skin, “You’re not thinking enough, Kim Dokja.”

The mermaid lapsed into silence. His fingers, webbed between each finger, played with the edges of Yoo Joonghyuk’s wet shirt, before Kim Dokja quietly spoke once more, a shy request falling from his lips. “Let’s stay like this for a while longer?”

Yoo Joonghyuk nodded, burying his face in the mermaid’s shoulder. There would be time later to discuss their plans for the future, a rolling sea and an adventure that would take them across foreign lands.

For now, Yoo Joonghyuk sat, a mermaid in his arms, and dreamed of an impossible future.

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years ago

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Tale As Old As Time ... (Part 7)

Truly, the more I write, the more the story grows. But I think I have a general idea of where the story is going and how its getting there now. I am enjoying writing this story so much, and despite repeating it in each chapter, it still stands true. I couldn’t do this without all your lovely comments and feedback!

We have new fanart, again. How is this real life? Here is @rambheemlove’s piece, and @burningsheepcrown drew me a cover for the story that is so badass, I have to figure out how to make the story match it 😅. Also @teddybat24 has created a playlist on Spotify, so check that out too!

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Jai went to get changed for the evening festivities after lunch. He had caught Nandhini in the hallways and instructed her to take whatever clothes she needed to Bhairava, as well as some jewels he had set out in his bed chambers. Nandhini had looked puzzled but agreed quickly.

He wondered what she would dress him up in. Pure white that matched this child-like approach he had to the world? It would be a naive foolishness in any other, but combined with Bhairava’s earnestness, it was hard to dismiss. Or perhaps in blacks like Jai wore? The thought of Bhairava in his colors sent a curl of possessiveness settled in his gut. Or perhaps he would be in bright reds, the most alluring and dangerous rose in the garden…

Jai was brought out of his musings by Lava knocking on his door.

“Annayya, we are ready to go down to the temple. Do you need more time?”

“Come in.” Jai called out.

Lava entered the room, bowing once before looking at his brother.

“You are ready?”

Jai had worn an embroidered kurta, with silver star patterns stitched to the main body. Silver piping ran the length of the borders. His pants were a soft gray that passed for silver in the light of the diyas, with a matching silver scarf around his middle. He had changed his usual accessories for a diamond long chain, and silver anklets. His arm cuffs were also silver with diamonds studded into them. He had replaced his golden hoop earrings for dangling diamonds cut into a crescent moon shape.

Lava was in an identical ensemble to his own. Kusa likely had chosen an eyesore of a combination. But he had also been instructed to stay away from the temple till the crowds had thinned out.

Lava nodded and smiled widely at him. “You look very handsome Annayya.”

Jai scowled. “I am going to the t-temple, not a matchmaking function.”

Lava giggled softly. “No reason you can’t look nice for both.”

Jai didn’t answer him, turning to find his turban instead. It was a jet black cloth with silver suns stitched on them. He wrapped it carefully as he watched himself in the mirror, tucking the excess to the back of the turban. When he turned, Lava was holding out a pearl brooch in the shape of a crescent moon. He took it, clipping it above his left ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear your crown, Annayya?” Lava asked softly over his shoulders.

Jai met his eyes in the mirror. “If the people know me, then I do not need a c-c-crown to be recognized.”

Lava lowered his eyes. “Of course Annayya. You’re right.”

Another knock. Kaaka. “Enter.”

Kaaka entered, wearing his customary red and purple tunic and scarf, with the white silk dhoti underneath. “We are just waiting on you, Maharaj.”

Jai nodded once. “I will be there in two minutes.”

Kaaka bowed once, giving a nod to Lava and exited the room.

“Annayya?” Lava asked.

Jai grunted, bending to retrieve a few small knives to hide into his clothes. He hated to bring weapons into a temple, but he would be the biggest idiot in the world to step out of the palace entirely unarmed and dependent on his guards. He paused. Bhairava did not have any weapons on him. Not besides his own body, and while Jai trusted Tapan would guard him with his life…an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. He should have thought of this before he had sent the man out into the city multiple times.

“Annayya, will your…I mean, will the soldier also be in attendance?”

“You are not to interact with him.” Jai said sharply.

“But…”

“No. Do not seek him out or concoct some foolish scheme to ‘stumble’ upon him. Tapan will be with him and if I come to know either of you did something, I will throw you both into the snake pit.”

Lava laughed nervously. “There is no snake pit.”

Jai stood up to stare at him. Lava’s face paled. “There is no snake pit right?”

Jai grabbed the folded cape from his bed and exited the room, even as Lava called out in a high pitch. “Annayya, please tell me that was your idea of a joke?”

Let them wonder and stew, it would be well deserved for all the nonsense Jai suffered because of them.

Kaaka and the palace staff were waiting for him at the entrance, all of them quickly going into formation when he appeared in view.

He nodded to them. Lava would be snuck in with his usual guards. He knew to keep his face hidden. Jai hated all the subterfuge, but without knowing who was ally and who was enemy, he was not going to be soft and leave himself vulnerable.

Jai mounted his horse, a beautiful midnight stallion called Ahilan, and led the procession to the temple. As they made their way through the city, the citizens came out and bowed to Jai, a few even throwing flowers at him. He kept his stare fixed, but it softened a little when the kids looked at him with wonder. There was a tiny brat, barely reaching his mother’s hip who was staring at him with his mouth open. Jai stared back and raised an eyebrow. The kid jumped and hid behind his mother’s saree, peeking out to see if Jai was still watching him. A phantom smile sat behind Jai’s hard outer mask. The kid smiled hesitantly at him.

He stopped outside the temple gates, handing the reigns to Murthy, his stablehand. He placed both palms on the main entrance step, pressing them up to his eyes before he crossed the threshold, right foot first. He walked up to the main shrine where the priests hurried to him.

“Welcome Maharaj. Everything is ready. Once the sun sets, we can start the pooja.”

Jai nodded, telling him to proceed with his duties. Kaaka stayed by his side as Jai was directed to the decorated wooden plank in front of the firepit.

Jai settled, crossing his legs and arms across his chest. The sound of the priests’ mantras washed over him as he focused on the fire. Around them, the crowd was increasing in number, and outside the temple compound walls the sounds of drums and wind instruments were starting up. The temple musicians were setting up their little stage, bringing out their bhajanatrilu.

Soon the din of the temple was too loud to distinguish separate sounds. Kaaka stayed put right by his side, and two of his guards stayed behind him too. The rest of the palace staff had scattered throughout the temple and wider city. The kitchen staff had gone to help with the dinner preparations. The guards had been split between managing crowd control and patrolling the city outside to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.

Jai had decreed from the first time he had started doing these big Masa Shivaratris that alcohol sales would be banned for that evening, to decrease the number of drunkards on the streets that they would have to deal with.

The treasurers and servants were going around the houses with the newborns to hand over the silver coins.

As the sky turned from purple and blue to navy and finally black, Jai wondered where Kala Bhairava could be. He pinched himself. The man occupied far too many of this thoughts these days. Dreams too, but Jai couldn’t exactly control those.

A flash of white silk against golden skin flashed through his mind. Jai pinched himself hard. Mahadev forgive him, he was in a temple!

As if his prayers were heard, the head priest came to lead Jai towards the smaller Linga idol they had placed outside the inner sanctum. Jai pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, pressing his palms together in front of his chest and bowing before the idol.

He listened as the priest dictated the mantras, repeating the words slowly to not trigger his stutter in an obvious way. After the mantras, he was given water to wash the idol with before the abhishekam started. One by one Jai was handed the items, starting with the milk, followed by the curd, then honey. Kumkum water, pasupu water, sandalwood. Water to wash them away in between each item. And lastly vibooti.

The priest placed a handful of vibooti in Jai’s hand before herding him back to the plank he had been sitting on. Jai took the vibooti between his thumb and index finger rubbing them before drawing a line across his forehead, and one at his throat. He passed the extra to Kaaka.

The priests pulled the curtain closed to the inner sanctum as one of the younger ones cleaned the smaller idol and decorated it. Around them, the people were crowding in to catch sight of the large Shivaling inside the temple. It was one of the biggest in all the lands, just a little taller than Jai himself.

A priest came out to signal to the musicians who began playing the thalam for aarthis. Jai and the rest of the seated crowd stood up, hands pressed together as the priest drew the curtain back. The larger lingam shone in the diya lights, it’s halo of lamps behind it flashing like gold. The lingam itself had been draped in various white silk dhotis, and a diamond studded tripundra shimmering at the center of it. The volume of the music raised when the priest brought out the large 7-step aarthi deepam.

Jai prayed.

Prayed for his people to stay safe and happy, prayed for guidance to be a just ruler. He even prayed for Lava and Kusa to not attract any trouble. And just for a second, for a brief moment he didn’t linger on, he prayed that Bhairava would show him any favor soon.

At the end of the pooja, the priests draped one of the large flower garlands that had been around the lingam around his neck, and gave him a platter of vibooti and sindhoor. He took a little bit of sindhoor to rub against his forehead, wiping at his eye when a few particles fell into it.

He waved to the crowd and stepped away from the main shrine, allowing the general populace to surge up the space to get a better view of the Lingam. Jai removed the garland, handing it over to Kaaka. Kaaka nodded at him and called for the guards attention, temporarily distracting them.

Jai snuck behind one of the stone columns, grabbing the cloak Lava held out for him. He wrapped it around his shoulders. Reaching up, he unwrapped the turban and thrust it towards Lava, who hesitated. Jai growled at him.

“What?”

“Annayya, why don’t you do the speech? No one-”

Jai pushed Lava against the column, his grip on the other’s shoulder punishing. “You have o-o-one job. Can you do it or no-no-not?”

Lava whimpered. “Sorry Annayya, I’ll do it.”

Jai grunted, releasing him so Lava could rewrap the turban on his head. Jai adjusted it so it sat right, then pushed him out from behind the column. He flipped the cloak to cover his head. He waited till Kaaka looked back at him, nodding once and melted into the crowd. He walked till he was at the outer edges of the crowd, and watched as the people quietened when Kaaka took center stage. He said his usual spiel about all the improvements they had managed in the last month, still too few, but better than nothing. Then he introduced the Maharaj.

Jai’s chest clenched with a strange sense of pride as people cheered for him. Lava stepped up to the space Kaaka had vacated. For all that they were identical in appearance, there was a softness to Lava that he couldn’t do away with. His eyes were too watery. Jai tensed as he glanced around the compound, trying to find any hidden threat.

Lava recited the speech Jai had written for him, putting the right amount of command and confidence. And all without a single stutter.

Jai’s lips curled in a snarl. There was nothing to be done about it. That was what he needed.

He made his way back to the column, only to hiss when his toes caught on something sharp. He ducked down to grab it, inhaling sharply as he recognized what he held. He turned in a circle trying to see if he could spot a particular figure, but the crowds were too thick. The bells chimed nine times.

He returned to the same column, and switched back with Lava, who donned the cloak. He would return to the palace now. The people had been spoken to, and whoever approached him now would mainly be dealt with by Kaaka.

Jai stepped out to find Kaaka waiting. “He did well this time.”

Jai grunted. He made his way to the back of the temple where the food was being serve. Long mats had been rolled against the temple compound and the temple itself, guards seating the people in an ordinary fashion. Jai walked the length of the set up, nodding his head whenever people greeted him or pressed their hands together when he passed by him.

One mother was trying to soothe her wailing child, who was barely catching her breath before launching into her next wail. Jai stopped when he reached them, looming over them till the child stopped crying, assessing him instead. He reached up to unclip the moon broach from his turban, dangling it in front of the girl. She stared at him for a few minutes, one whole fist shoved in her mouth now as she grabbed the broach from his hand with the other. She turned over the broach a few times before she giggled, giving him a toothy grin that showing him the handful that had sprouted.

The mother was looking at him with a look of gratitude that made him squirm internally. “Thank you Maharaj.”

“What is her name?” he asked out of courtesy.

“Kala.”

Of course.

He patted the top of the girl’s head, too hard if the way she rubbed at it afterward was any indication. “Very well.”

He moved to get up and leave, aware that others were watching him now. Only to freeze when the girl grabbed his hand. Her fingers were tiny, barely long enough to wrap around two of his fingers. She lifted his hand to clumsily kiss at the back of his hand.

He inhaled sharply before gently extracting his hand away.

“Maharaj, your broach!” the mother called.

“Keep it.” Jai grunted back as he hurried away, the girl’s toothy grin still replaying in his mind.

Why were kids so …like that?

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Kaaka shooed him away after he helped with serving the first round of people, telling Jai to meet with the priests and then return to the palace. Kaaka would be staying till the morning.

Jai removed his turban, unwrapping it and folding it to keep in his saddlebag, along with an extra laddu. As he scanned the temple courtyard, he saw the crowd had started to thin out, with people having an easier time getting to the main shrine or heading to the feast area. The musicians had been playing one song after another. Jai nodded to them on his way to the main gate, feeling pleased when they bowed in his direction. Lava would have already reached.

On the way back to the palace, his thoughts drifted to his soldier. He dismissed his guards once they reached the place, and took the stairs in a direction he had so far avoided. Standing in front of the wooden doors, he hesitated for a minute. He had instructed Tapan to bring Kala Bhairava back before it got too late. He knocked once.

The moment seemed to stretch an eternity, but Jai could not make out any sound on the other side, except for a faint whistling of wind. He tried the doorknob, breath hitching when the door swung open.

The main room was empty, but Jai shivered as a cold wind wrapped around his upper body. The balcony doors were open.

Jai could already feel his heart pounding.

He froze at the doorway.

Jai’s fingers spasmed. Nandhini had outdone herself.

Kala Bhairava was standing against the balcony railing, eyes closed and tilted back. He had his back to Jai, and had not noticed him enter. He appeared to be deeply lost in thought.

He looked…divine.

His soldier, his lion warrior looked resplendent in gold, shining like any of the deities occupying the temple shrines. His hair twinkled red, and Jai wanted to bite at his wrists as he saw he heavy bangles hanging on the muscled forearm. Or at that long line of throat he could see from where Kala Bhairava tilted his head. Jai drew his eyes down his figure, feeling his heart starting to hammer as the silk dhoti bared the briefest glimpses of flesh when the wind disturbed the cloth. He bared his teeth when his teeth reached Kala Bhairava’s delicate feet. Jai wondered if the skin would be as soft to the touch as it looked. His hands itched. The foot was adorned with the anklet Jai had given Nandhini.

Anklets so similar to what the ethereal creature that had been visiting him in his dreams wore. But that creature could not hold a candle to the flesh and blood beauty standing in front of him.

For a second he let himself imagine walking up to Kala Bhairava, pressing himself against his back, leaving no space for the air to pass between them. He could slide a hand up that chest to rest at the hollow of his throat. Or perhaps around his waist, bend him over the railing. Tilt his face back, maybe Kala Bhairava would reach up to wrap an arm around his head, lips parted and begging to be kissed. Would he moan? Or gasp? Would his touch be welcomed in the first place?

Jai’s fingernails bit into his palm, the pain helping him center himself. He shook his head.

“What has you s-s-so lost in your head Kala Bhairava?”

Kala Bhairava jumped and whirled around to face him. Jai felt something primal rip through his chest at the sight of those kajal lined eyes, so wide and innocent. Jai wanted to grab that jaw, push his soldier exactly where he wanted him.

He wanted those eyes only on him.

Jai walked towards him. Stalked really. He felt an animal urge to crowd Kala Bhairava in. He restrained himself enough to come stand by his side instead, close enough to feel the heat from each other, but not actually touching.

Kala Bhairava’s eyes looked so big, big enough for Jai to fall into.

Jai wondered if he would be able to stop himself. He felt like he was standing on a precipice.

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jaesqueso · 2 years ago

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member: jeno

genre: angst/fluff

movie quote: “you can never replace anyone. what’s lost is lost.” Before Sunrise, 2004

wordcount: 918

warnings: mentions of death, hints of depression, hurt comfort

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It’s been 3 years since your boyfriend passed away and as much as you try to get over it and move on with your life as you know he’d like you to, sometimes it hits it hard that he’s gone and there’s no going back.

You keep blaming yourself for staying at home to finish dinner and went to the store with him instead. Maybe you would’ve taken longer buying things you didn’t need, maybe you wouldn’t have crossed paths with that drunk driver that ended his life.

When it happened your world was crushed. You didn’t know how to move forward and nothing in life meant sense anymore if you didn’t have him. Walking up without him by your side, eating alone next to his empty chair, watching movies curled up by yourself, going to sleep without an ‘I love you’ and a goodnight kiss.

It hurt to be alive. But at least you had Jeno. He’s been your friend for a long time, even before you had met your boyfriend, and surprisingly he was the one the stayed right by your side when you thought it was all lost. He was there when you wished not to be here anymore, when you needed someone to hold as you cried your eyes dry or just there when you didn’t want to feel alone.

For a long time you knew Jeno had some feelings for you but he was already very respectful of your relationship and your friendship, he always pushed his feelings to the side and even when you were most vulnerable he stood there as your friend and nothing more.

As the days passed you felt color come back into your life. With Jeno you felt like there was still hope that you could be happy again. You started to laugh again, you didn’t cry as much and your heart didn’t feel as empty.

3 years later and life felt worth living. But certain days placed you back in that dark hole that it took so long to get out of. Special days. Like his birthday.

“Hey.” Jeno gives you a sympathy smile as you open the door, buried in one of your late boyfriend’s sweatshirts, blown out nose and watery eyes. “I brought food.”

“Not hungry.” You say in a hoarse voice, turning around to go back to your nest on the couch.

“But it’s your favorite.” He knows you probably haven’t eaten anything all day but he can’t force it on to you otherwise you’ll be even more upset. “Are you gonna let it go to waste?”

“C-Chicken noodle soup?” Only your glistening eyes peek through the blanket you wrapped around yourself.

“With a soda on the side.” With a bright smile he takes a can out the bag and he swears your eyes turn into crescent moons for two seconds before you go back to your tired expression.

“Ok…” Moving to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table, you leave Jeno room next to you as he prepares everything.

“What are we watching?” He finally glances to the TV as you two start eating.

“Just some old videos…” You almost whisper looking down at your plate.

“Wanna tell me about it?” He knows you like to watch videos of you and your past boyfriend on his birthday, even if it breaks your heart, but Jeno also knows he shouldn’t tell you not to watch then, it’s part of your healing.

“This was the last summer we spent together.” Looking back to the screen you sigh. “We went up north to the village by the beach as we usually did. He loved it there. I haven’t been there since…”

“We should go there sometime.” Jeno suggests, thinking maybe it would be good for you.

“What!?” You suddenly turn to him, eyebrows furrowed like he said the most ridiculous thing.

“I know you liked it there too. We can take my car and drive up-”

“Are you crazy?” You suddenly get up, startling your poor friend. “That’s our place! Not yours! You can’t just come in and take his place!”

“I’m sorry.” He gets up too. “He didn’t mean to-”

“You’re not going to replace him, Jeno!” Your tears start rolling down your cheeks again. “You can never replace anyone. What’s lost is lost.”

“But I don’t want to replace him.” His words are calm, contrasting with the anger in your voice. “I know how important he was and will ever be in your life and I would never step over that.”

Slowly he walks your way and you feel your shoulders relax even if your crying doesn’t stop. He always had this power to soothe you down and make you feel like everything will be okay just with a few words.

“I just want to help you heal.” His hand lifts to caress your cheek and you instantly lean onto his touch.

Looking into each others eyes you suddenly feel an urge to kiss him, so you step forward closing the distance between you but as your lips are about to touch he turns his face pulling you into a hug.

“You know I like you. And I really wanted to kiss you right now. But I don’t want to have you like this. I want you to kiss me because you want to, not because you’re in a fragile moment.” His hold and his words are so comforting. “I’ll wait for that day, no matter how long it takes.”

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ozarkthedog · 4 years ago

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Tethered / C. Evans x Fem!Reader

summary: After two months apart, Chris is finally home and he’s wearing that belt.

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. rough oral sex. rough sex. asphyxiation. restraining with a belt. fingering. slight breeding kink. spanking. dirty talk. over stimulation. female ejaculation. basically, pwp.

word count: 2,369

author’s note: honestly, this was supposed to be a smutty little fic about his infamous red belt, but then it turned into so much more. also, for having not written anything in 2 weeks, I’d say I did ok with this. *credit goes to gif owner.

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Lips were locked and bodies a tangled mess as you crossed the threshold with an “-oof.” Chris barely shutting the front door behind him with a callous foot.

The foyer was dark, dimly lit from the Kitchen light as it left just enough glow to illuminate your silhouettes. Chris pushed you against the closed front door, not caring about your pained whines when he slotted his body over yours.

Finally, you were alone after so much time spent apart.

“Missed you so much.” Chris admitted between rushed kisses, “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. About this body.” His hand dove into your leggings and found your panties drenched. “About this sweet pussy.”

He leaned his forehead against yours watching as your face twisted in pleasure as he ground his palm against your tiny nub, “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Gonna split you open all over again, just like the first time.”

It’d been 2 months since you’d last seen one another and the tension was palpable. The car ride home from the airport via a car service was full of longing stares, playful touches and sneaky kisses as you sat in the back seat like anxious teenagers, desperate to get your hands on one another.

Your eyes slammed shut at his statement, knowing that despite the times you fucked yourself with the few dildos you owned while he was away, nothing compared to Chris.

He was right. It’d be just like your first time together.

He dragged you from your thoughts when he pushed two fingers into your sopping heat, tearing a broken gasp from your lips. His auburn beard scratched your cheek as he peppered kisses down your jaw. Your silky walls welcomed his digits, fluttering and constricting at the intrusion.

“Damn. Forgot how tight you can get, Darlin’.” His lips fit over your open ones as you let out a tiny moan when he scissored his fingers, spreading you open. The kiss was vicious, his tongue diving over yours with long, playful swipes. Your core clenching so hard his fingers faltered.

“That’s my Girl. Come on, lemme feel you cum. Give it to me.” He grunted, while thrusting his clothed covered hard on against your hip.

His command pushed you over the edge and you came with an abrupt shout, easily hitting your peak via another person after so long. Your body shook in his grasp as he eased away the aftershocks with soft, tender kisses.

You stared at him, relishing the way his eyes were blown wide having just seen you come apart so quickly under his touch. It took your breath away to be back in his hold again. To have him home.

His lips twisted into that dorky smile as you sunk down to your knees wanting to return the favor before he split you in two.

“This belt. This fucking belt.” You laughed, slipping the thick red material through the shiny double loops. He wore this belt all the damn time. It simultaneously drove you mad and caused your pussy to combust. Of all the belts he could wear, he always chose this bright red one and you loved it.

Chris stared down at you in a stupor. “What’s the problem?”

You quirked your head, “Something about this belt drives me wild.”

Chris smirks at your admission but then his jaw falls when your fingers find their way inside his jeans and circle his length. His hips involuntarily jolting in your grasp.

“Fuck, it’s been so fuckin’ long.” He groaned as you pull his rigid cock from the confines of his jeans and playfully lick at his swollen crown.

He stared in fascination as you licked from base to tip before circling the bulbous head with your lips. His cock was heavy on your tongue as you swallowed him down and jerked the base with tight tugs. You rolled his balls in your left palm, clamping your thighs together to ease the ache whenever he let out a lewd groan.

You bobbed your head skillfully over his length eventually feeling his cock swell. You flicked his perineum friskily before pulling away, leaving him painfully on edge.

A deep growl resonated through his chest, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweetheart.”

“Then why don’t you punish me?” Your tongue poked out the side of your mouth, hoping he’d take the bait and fuck you on the floor.

He surprised you by shaking his head and dragging that god forsaken belt from his jeans before wrapping each end around his fists. “I’ll get to that sweet cunt in a minute. But right now, I want your mouth back on my cock.”

One moment you were sitting on your heels gloating and the next Chris had looped the belt around the back of your neck pulling you flush against his lower abs.

“Gonna punish that wicked mouth before I open up your cunt.”

His cock bounced in your peripheral as he held you close before easing up enough on the belt for his girth to find your lips once more. He gave you no time to adjust as he pushed his length between your lips causing you to sputter.

His hold on the belt barely gave you any freedom, only allowing you to pull off until your lips brushed his reddened tip. He let you suck on the crown momentarily until he forced his way back into your mouth when he tugged on the ends of the belt.

Your hands sought out his hips as he drove his thickness in and out nudging your tonsils with every pass. His grunts of satisfaction had your core quivering and the way his cock swelled whenever it hit the back of your throat had your eyes rolling with arousal.

“Missed bein’ on your knees for me, huh, Pretty Girl?” His mouth hung open as your debauched groans vibrated his cock in reply. “Missed havin’ my cock stretch out your holes?”

Your belly twisted at his words and then heaved when he pulled on the belt making you take every inch of his length. The breath in your lungs burned and the belt around the back of your neck dug into your skin as he watched from above at your pitiful struggles.

His brows pitched together when he felt your throat convulse, “Lookit’ you droolin’ all over my cock like a good little cock slut.”

You scratched at his jeans desperate to breathe, lungs sizzling aflame and just as your face started to tingle, he pulled free from your mouth letting you fall onto all fours.

You coughed out the stale breath from your lungs while Chris dropped to his knees behind you. He ran his hands over the curve of your ass before shoving the waist band of the leggings and your panties down your thighs effectively trapping your legs together.

-SMACK-

Your head shot up with a shriek when Chris landed the belt onto your exposed skin before grabbing a handful of your behind. “Love this ass. Love watching it jiggle as I fuck you.”

Teeth nipped at your flesh causing you to call out his name in the dim foyer and push back onto his face with a soft whimper. His fingers found your core once again, tracing your slit from end to end before spitting onto your puffy mound.

Your arms buckled and your upper body fell onto the carpet with a whine as Chris spread apart your inner lips, “What a sight for sore eyes.”

He pushed two fingers through your glistening lips, curling his digits just right to make you see stars. Your body yearned as it instinctively pushed back, softly chanting, “More.”

“You think you can take my cock? Think it’ll fit in this tight cunt?”

You whimpered when he smacked his pulsating girth against your soaked core after removing his fingers, teasing your quivering opening with his throbbing cock head. “It’s going to hurt, Baby...”

You shook your head, not caring about the repercussions. You needed his cock, now.

He slowly pushed into your warmth as the foyer filled with debauched moans and low growls. Every inch felt like it lasted forever before he bottomed out, punching the breath from your lungs when he bumped your cervix with his massive cock. He stretched you so wide it felt like you’d split in two if he wasn’t careful.

He caressed the junction of your neck with tender kisses as he leaned over you, “So good to finally be buried deep inside you.”

He kept his hips still letting you relax around his girth until he felt you shift. The growing need to get fucked was consuming your body to the point of vibration once your core got used to the thickness. You wanted him to take you hard. Fuck you into the floor and make your voice hoarse.

He chuckled in your ear at your pitiful attempts of moving under him. He breathed in your scent, the one he missed waking up to every morning while he was away. He withdrew his cock slowly before slamming back into your heat with a heavy punch that made your body shove forward with a wrecked moan.

“Need it so bad, don’t you Darlin’.” He repeated his actions, making your cheek burn on the carpet as he fucked into you so powerfully your world spun. His grip was tight on your hips as he thrusted into your swollen core, leaving crescent moons in your flesh.

“I’ll take care of you. Make sure your cunt is molded back into the shape of my cock.”

His hips never faltered. The steady pace made your body surge with every drive. He reverted to curling his hands around your shoulders making you take every inch he was giving.

Still, you needed more.

You tried to buck your hips, not knowing why you were doing it but your body just needed something. Your hands slammed into the floor and you screamed out in confused agony. Your core was tight and ready to explode but you just couldn’t get there.

Chris stilled his hips watching your turmoil before reaching for the fallen belt next to him.

“Shhh. I’ve got what you need, Darlin’.” He whispered into the dim room while grabbing the base of your neck and hauling you onto your hands.

Your head hung forward despairingly, on the verge of tears when suddenly you felt the rough belt at the front of your neck. Chris grasped both sides again, pulling steadily until you were on the tips of your fingers. Your heart leapt into your throat feeling your neck compress at the odd angle but your belly strained immensely.

Anxious gasps echoed off the walls when his hips began to move. Picking up pace with every drive, sliding over your soaked walls and pressing against your cervix with fury and determination.

Chris tugged on the belt, using the momentum to fuck your body back onto his cock, grinning madly at your raspy, choked moans and the way your walls convulsed. Slick dripped down your tied-up thighs soaking your leggings as he molded your cunt around him.

“Like me fuckin’ into this cunt like I own it?” He grunted, snapping his hips quickly feeling your walls obscenely tighten signaling your oncoming peak. “Gonna fill this pretty cunt. Make you swell with my load.”

Your body bowed; the tension unbearable. Your neck pushed against the unforgiving belt until you exploded into a million pieces when your peak slammed through you. You squirted your release with a hoarse shout, soaking your thighs along with Chris’s as he rode out your orgasm.

Chris groaned sinfully as he felt your cum drip from his sack and smack against your ass with every pummel of his cock. He pulled on the belt savagely until you were slotted against his chest. Chris wrapped his right arm around your waist possessively as your knees buckled, threatening to give out.

His left hand held both ends of the belt keeping your head locked against his shoulder. His voice gruff in your ear as he pounded into you with a controlling force.

“Such a dirty girl takin’ my cock on the floor… like a good breedin’ bitch.” He licked up the side of your face making you whine. The over stimulation had your body thrashing as he kept an even pace, pushing through your folds with a punishing pace.

His left hand tightened the slack on the belt cutting off your sobs instantly. He withheld your oxygen for a few seconds, relishing the way your body locked up around him. Your mouth bobbed open like a fish, desperate for air the entire time.

He eased the tension with a teasing chuckle, “Something about watching you struggle makes my cock so hard.”

He cut your air off again, spearing into your swirling warmth while your hands scratched at the arm wrapped around your waist frantically. The pressure in your belly boiled. You were going to cum and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Lemme feel that cunt soak my cock one more time, Darlin’.” He urged, nipping at your jaw.

His hips stuttered for the first time, getting closer and closer to the edge with every drive. He wasn’t going to last much longer but he wasn’t going to cum without you.

Your mind started slipping from the lack of oxygen and the constant over stimulation. Your body was tired and beaten, but still the pressure in your belly was intent on snapping.

“Gimme that cunt. Cum all over me.” He demanded with a harsh slap to your mound and released the slack on the belt. His fingers slapped against your tiny nub over and over until your body lit up and you shook heavily in his arms, cumming with a silent scream that finished with a feral growl.

Chris grunted in your ear as you milked his girth forcefully. His cock swelled and flooded his spend into your awaiting heat where it welcomed everything he had to give.

Chris slipped from your body and lowered the two of you to the ground panting the final tremors of the ravenous act. Your eyes felt heavy and your body screamed, but you lifted your head to plant a soft kiss on his lips as he leaned over your spent body.

“It’s good to have you home.” You whispered, against his lips as he pulled them into a smile.

“It’s good to be home.”

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fluffshisuga · 2 years ago

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Festivities § Obi-Wan Kenobi

Im sick. That is all. This has 1135 words, you're welcome.

Summary- Obi-Wan searches for you at a festival, but finds himself stumbling instead.

Lights twinkled and shined as they swayed in the breeze. The festivities of the planet were full of vendors and people. Obi-Wan looked around, searching faces. He stopped when he saw his padawan, Anakin, talking with now Senator Padme. He watched for a few moments and continued his search. You had mentioned that you would be there, enjoying the festival alongside your companions, yet you were no where to be found. Obi-Wan huffed as he trudged towards Anakin and Padme and took a drink from the table beside him.

“Is there something bothering you, Master?” Anakin asked, looking at Obi-Wan quizzically. Obi-Wan shook his head in response, muttering “you did hear her say she would be joining us tonight, right?” Anakin looked down at Padme, a smirk on his lips. “She did say she would, are you looking for her?” He teased.

Ever since he became a padawan, Anakin had witnessed the connection between you and Obi-Wan, one that he would consider mutual crushing, much like him and Padme originally had. Though, neither of you had made a move, and even after Anakin and Padme had secretly married, they watched as the tension had only grown between the two of you. Padme thought it was sweet, where Anakin had just about enough of the side glances and smiles. But he had to admit, what Obi-Wan had said about you not being there set an unease in his gut. You had promised to be there. The planet of Aquim was celebrating the moon cycle, something that reportedly only happened every 20 years. Growing up on a planet of sand with two suns, the thought of a planet of water and two moons was something Anakin couldn’t miss, and had made you promise to come along after your many stories of the planet to him when he was younger.

The crowd around the open hall began to quiet and gather around the center, all looking in the direction of what resembled a long table towards the front, rested atop a small flight of stairs. A man came out, thanking the guests and announcing, “Our dear Duchess is thankful for your attendance, and wishes to thank you all personally.” With that, he stepped aside.

Gasps were heard throughout the hall as a woman dressed in a deep blue dress walked up. The dress was long and free flow, silver shone in small spots all over and two crescent moons sat just on the bosom. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he looked into the eyes of the Duchess, your e/c orbs scanning the crowed before you and landing on his own. You smiled softly.

“Thank you, all of you, for joining me in the celebration of the moons.” Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, eyes wide and mouth agape. Padme stood next to him, chuckling, for she had already known where you were and what you were doing. “For those who are visiting us for the first time,” you started again, “I thank you. The celebration of the Moons is a very important affair for my people. On this day every 20 years, our dear Moons Effie and Cyrus meet in the sky together and embrace. It is their love that allow our planet to function. Our tides are a key part to our way of living, and our dear moons control them and the water itself. Without them, we would not have the life we graciously live today.” You stopped, waiting for the applause to quiet down, before continuing. “This day is not only to celebrate the Moons, however. We are here today to also choose a new leader, one that has been touched by moonlight and has been chosen to lead us for the next 20 years. I have had the gracious responsibility of leading you all, but I’m afraid it is time for me to step down.”

With that, you stepped to the side, and a new girl took your place. She greeted the people before her and assumed the role of duchess. You smiled as the festivities started to truly begin and made your way to the east side of the hall, where you saw your companions waiting for you.

“Y/n! You look great! And you’re a duchess?” Anakin exclaimed, running up and grasping your waist and spinning you around in a hug. You laughed and hugged him back as he sent you down. Padme walked up to you and hugged you as well, squeezing you lightly in a way to show she was proud. “Thank you, really. I had been waiting for the next festival for a while so I could do this. Being a Jedi and a duchess is hard work, you know.” You joked, waving the two off as you made your way towards Obi-Wan. He eyed you slightly as you got closer, your smile still present on your lips. “So, a duchess?” He questioned, handing you a drink. You nodded in thanks and took a sip. “Yes,” you hummed, leaning your shoulder against his own. “And here I thought you bailed on me and stayed home.” Obi-Wan joked, looking down to look at your face. He couldn’t help the feelings that blossomed in his gut seeing you in such a beautiful dress, and the lovely look you gave him as you noticed his staring.

“Something the matter?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Without thinking, Obi-Wan found himself reaching for your face and caressing your cheek, speaking just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “You look even more beautiful than the day we met” he hushed, resting his forehead against your own. Heat crept up to your cheeks as your breath hitched, resting your hand on his arm. “Well, I am dressed up for a festival,” you joked, moving to rest your head on the spot between his shoulder and neck. You felt him hum in response and take your hand in his own, a soft tone to his next words. “Each day, you grow more beautiful. It is something I cannot bare. Dressed up or not, my love for you grows.” His sudden confession makes your lips curl into a smile as you look up and into his eyes. His blue eyes stared into your own, lovingly, and before you knew it, your lips had connected. His beard tickled you as you embraced him and deepened the kiss, hands moving up and into his auburn hair. He hummed into the kiss and sighed when you pulled away. “Not here, darling.” You stated, looking around as the people around you bustled in excitement to enjoy the activities. “Perhaps you’d like to join me in the festivities, my love?” Obi-Wan’s smile grew at the new nickname and place his hand on the small of your back as you began to explore the festival.

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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Time Will Tell

Summary: Druig can't escape what happened to him on that Island when the Emergence nearly happened. But Clío reminds him of his worth and how much he means to her.

W/C: 4,622

Warnings: Slight Angst but Mostly Fluff

AN: I never had a Druig POV when Melody was a baby, so I wanted to make a oneshot about it! Also, this was supposed to be a little one shot but it blew up! I hope you like it!

This is part of the Melody Series

South Dakota

"I should have done this five centuries ago!" Ikaris hoisted you up in the air, having you see the wind whip around you as his grip on your neck was so tight it was hard to breathe. You were trying to gasp put for breath, trying to break free from his vice grip on your windpipe as you were going higher and higher up into the sky, but it was no use. Not with Ikaris launching you to the ground with one mighty throw, his beam then pushing you farther into the ground with such force that the rock beneath you crumbled like a leaf, making you feel the pain all over. Even through your armor, you felt the intense impact.

But the last thing you heard was Clío's piercing scream, one loud blood-curdling wail that sounded like immense pain. It was the worst sound you have ever heard, but before you woke up.

It was a small gasp, your eyes blinking rapidly as you were coming back to reality from the nightmare you had. The last traces of that dream was of Clío's bellowing outcry, it pierced your gut and almost dived into the deep parts of your brain that held your vulnerability and your secrets. You stared up at the ceiling, seeing the blue tint from the crescent moon outside your bedroom window pouring along the walls and the furniture. The sounds of the plains and open air outside the open window were enough to make you realize that it was a dream, plus the cool wind coming against the crisp sheets on your bed gave you some relief from the nightmare you just experienced.

A dream…just a dream…..

You took in another big breath, looking over to the body next to you and you felt your heart slowing down. Your wife and the love of your life, deep in her slumber and with a look of peace on her face, made you inwardly feel peace. The moonlight dancing across her freckled face and arms, her red hair in a long braid over her shoulder to stop the curls from escaping, and the unique dip of her nose with her perfectly shaped brows and lips made you simply observe her. Being able to watch her, to hear the distinct rhythm of her breathing in deep sleep, and even breathing in the soft scent that only came from Clío alone which was a mixture of soil and rainfall, reminded you of where you were.

The Farmhouse….South Dakota…away from that island and the near Emergence.

You never told Clío about the nightmares, about Ikaris killing you and throwing you to the earth as her scream was almost damaging to you. You knew her screams far too well: the bellowing wails against Deviants several times in the past during a fight, small outbursts that made her crumble for the briefest of moments when she felt defeated. Every single one was raw, unique, and distinctly Clío, so you knew that the scream heard on that island was from her core and the deepest part of her kind and gentle soul.

As much as you wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, to feel her cool skin against your calloused finger pads as the last piece of evidence that you were awake, you stayed still and analyzed her. You've caught yourself plenty of times doing this in the past, from the moment you two fell into bed together so long ago on the Domo up until your last moment of peace in the Amazon before the Eternals found you. It was one of the ways for you to be reminded that you did have her, you did have this love in your life that you never thought you could ever encounter or even hold close. Being the aloof and introverted Eternal, made you already think that you'd never have a love that was pure or fulfilling in your life on this planet. Humans had it with one another, Sersi and Ikaris had it for a brief moment, but for you?

You were a skeptic on the concept of love, up until Clío smiled at you with the petal on her cheek in Babylonia.

Behind Clío, you heard the softest sounds of a blanket moving, then a gurgle or two. You inhaled sharply, moving before Clío would wake and you slipped out of bed. Your body moved smoothly, out of habit and being the every quiet Eternal that never made too much noise, to Clío's side of the bed where a mobile bassinet was parked. Rubbing your eyes, you looked down into the bassinet and you saw your daughter looking up at you. Her bright blue eyes and the wisps of brown hair along her soft and innocent skin looked so pristine even in the darkness of the room. Once she locked eyes with you, her smile appeared and made her whole face glow. You grinned, the nightmare was no longer evident on your face or in your mind. Your child was on your mind.

Your 4-month-old daughter: Melody.

"Come here, m'darling," you hummed softly in a whisper, reaching into the bassinet to take Melody in your arms. Feeling your daughter against you felt so natural, how she was molding against you so easily as if she was meant to be there in your possession. You nestled her head against your neck for a solid, feeling her squirm for a moment as you breathed in the baby scent that she's had since the night she was born. It was a scent that was ingrained in you, you would never forget it for the rest of this life. She finally settled, content enough in your hold.

"Let's get you some food and let your momma rest," You murmured into her thick hair, feeling her wiggle in your arms almost as if she was agreeing with you.

The night was cool enough for you to sit outside on the front porch, Melody swaddled in your arms as she was falling asleep in your hold as you were watching a thunderstorm over the mountains that were far enough away. After you gave her a bottle and changed her, you felt compelled to stay awake with her for a few minutes longer before you could go to bed again. The sky was lightning up every few seconds, giving you a small show of light and power. It always took your breath away from how glorious the weather was there in South Dakota, the open and flat plains were far too deceiving with thunderstorms and massive winds that would rip through the area within seconds and then bring peace again. There was magic in the air in South Dakota, magic deep rooted within the earth that maybe only you and Clío could see, because of how you two were in love with the farmhouse as soon as you stepped into those walls for the first time.

Yet it almost made you remember the Amazon and its own unique beauty. For 500 years, all you focused on was making your village thrive and keeping those people safe from the outside world. The jungle itself was the best place to hide away from civilization, and you grew to love the luscious foliage and the sweet sounds of rural life. It was a new home for you, the small distinct peace in the night though the animals were still active seemed more like a tonic to help with your anxiety or worried thoughts.

Plus it was better with Clío at your side, who also wanted peace and safety for those who came with you. There were moments where you wondered if Clío regretted coming with you, leaving the others behind and simply taking on this new life with you. She never once showed remorse for her decision, never bickering or complaining one time when you two were building the village from the ground up. In fact, she worked just as hard: putting up the walls for each home and tending to the animals, helping ease the worries of the villagers and their families with her gentleness and kindness laced in her tone and words. Her aura and energy were a magnetic pull for the humans in times of trouble or distress, something you wished you had yourself. But Clío was your own source of love and comfort, it was a no-brainer you married her along the Amazon river one summer night.

If only you could have married her sooner, and maybe with the others in attendance to see.

You looked down at Melody, seeing her try to stay awake with the sleepy blue eyes that she got from you as she was wrapped in Sersi's blanket. Her pondering stare at you was almost cosmic, at least to you, and how you would melt every time Melody would gaze at you with her innocent and fresh orbs. You could watch her for hours on end, never wishing to take your eyes away from one moment in fear that she would grow a bit more. It scared you, petrified you even, that a baby would have such a hold on you that you would do anything for her, be anything for her. Any sense of danger that could come her way, you would eliminate with every ounce of your energy. Finding the purest form of joy for her to use and indulge in would bring you happiness. Apart from Clío, you never truly loved another to your core and with all of your soul.

Humans came every close, but Melody took over your heart tenfold

You didn't mind children, in fact you were rather curious about them. The mass amount of innocence and joy that they had and showed in anything they did , and it made you smile from time to time. The purest form of humans being so young and not yet tainted with the pains of the world around them. Throughout your time on Earth, you would find children always bringing hope in times of trouble or in times of weariness. Sersi was a natural with them, Makkari adored them, and even Gilgamesh had a calming way with them even with his big stature. But with you, it was alright to say the least.

However, if Sersi was a natural with children, Clío was meant to be around children. She loved going to thier level on bended knee, talking with them with her wide smile and soothing tones that seemed like chimes. She would tell stories for hours on end, the children entranced with her and always rushing to her when she would come to the market place or to a feast. When one was hurt or sad, Clío was the first to hold them close and give them comfort and love. She was always patient with each child, making them flower crowns or carrying smaller ones on her back when they asked sweetly.

Perhaps there was a deep notion that she would want to be a mother, or was meant to be one.

It was a miracle in itself that Clío got pregnant, your entire world was rocked when she told you the news a mere few weeks after you moved into Ajak's farmhouse. You had so many questions in your head, so many thoughts being jumbled and the main one was how could an Eternal get pregnant? Was it possible? You all had limitations in how you were to interfere with humans and their impact on the planet, thanks to Arishem and his hold on the Eternals. Maybe for the longest time, you thought it also meant not to add to the human population. But most of what you thought you knew about your purpose on Earth was thrown out the window when you all discovered your true nature, what you were meant to do on Earth and how Arishem lied to you and made you believe one side and not the other. Yet there was your wife, carrying your child and making it seem like the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps it was, and your own heart expanded tenfold with the notion of creating a family with Clío.

As soon as Melody was born and placed in your arms, it felt like everything else ceased to exist.

Another set of flickers lit the sky as the soft thunder claps were heard in the air, far enough away to not be disrupted but close enough to feel under your bare feet along the floorboards of the porch. You watched with your own tired eyes, not wanting to go inside just yet since it was a peaceful moment there in the wee hours of the morning. The earth being so still for you and your infant daughter, making you remember the earlier times on this planet when there was nothing but nature. Inwardly, you wished for those earlier times sporadically, when humans were more civil with one another and there was barely any pain.

"You were always a fan of storms, weren't you?"

You grinned from hearing the voice, as soothing as the summer rain in the Amazon and as beautiful as the birds first singing in the morning. You felt a soothing and gentle hand on your shoulder, tracing your shoulders back and forth before those fingers were combing into your hair from the back of your neck. Finally, you could see out of the corner of your eye someone kneeling next to you as they braced the back of your neck soothingly. The cool color of her red hair in the dim light in the farmhouse, along with the soft touch of the kimono she was wearing over her pajamas made you finally look at her, seeing Clío sleepily smile at you and give you such a look of love that it made you lean into her hold all the more.

"We were watching the thunderstorms for a few more minutes," You explained, her eyes moving from you and your now sleeping daughter who was snuggled in the blanket she was wrapped in. You looked too, the pinkness in her round cheeks and her long eyelashes that fanned along her skin, her bell-shaped lips that seemed so perfect and posed gave her the look of content even in the wee hours of the morning.

"What's troubling you?" You heard Clío ask, making you tear your eyes away from Melody to Clío with a small confused stare. Her gaze at you was calm, almost stoic within the moonlight that was right over your home compared to the brewing storm that was miles away near the mountaintops.

"What do you mean?" You asked, not understanding what she was asking. Maybe you were too tired, or your mind was occupied a few minutes beforehand with the past. But Clío simply watched you, the kindness once again in her eyes as she rubbed the back of your neck with the tip of her fingers.

"I can tell you have something on your mind, sweetheart," She explained, you watching her as you were still holding your infant daughter and feeling her snuggle into your chest a bit as she snored within her blanket. Clío looked down at her for a moment, her eyes flickering with warmth for a split second as she touched the very tip of Melody's nose with her spare finger. Melody stayed asleep, but you could have sworn you saw her nose wrinkle from the gentle impact.

"I have known you for centuries and I can read you far too well to see when your mind wanders," She explained, letting her tone stay calm and neutral with a hint of sweetness and tenderness, "You're never one to just think and ponder, Druig. I can see it and feel, something's on your mind. Please…tell me?"

That made you pause and almost freeze up, lingering her stare at her for a few long moments before you sighed and leaned back in the chair you were perched in. Of course, you wanted to be honest with Clío, you never once crossed her or lied. Maybe it was because you two have been around each other since the very start, but you knew each other far too well and far too deeply to break that trust. There was nothing you hid from one another, there was no point when you two swore to be honest and open in your relationship, not to mention your friendship before that.

"I had a nightmare about Ikaris…..again," You explained, Clío saying nothing just simply watching you as you took in a long breath and continued as you gazed out into the open plains that were in front of your home. You watched another set of lightning flickers go into the sky, "He threw me to the earth…almost killing me and I felt everything,"

"You're safe," Clío reminded you gently, soothingly, like you were a spooked horse that she was willing to mend and love on, "We're not there on that island anymore, Druig. We can have peace, remember?" But you shook your head slowly, taking in a long breath that almost sounded heavy.

"I heard you," You said in a hoarse tone, already feeling that wave of pain come up your throat before you could stop it or make it less so. This time, Clío did pause and look in concern as you went on, "I heard you scream out in pain when Ikaris threw me to the ground. It sounded so….gutted… like you were the one being killed,"

"Sweetheart," Clío cooed at you, you feeling one or two tears about to come out as you tried not to sob, to remain composed. Melody stayed asleep, making you try all the more to not wake her from the sound of your silent crying. If you weren't holding Melody, you would have hidden your face away from Clío to not show her the tears and the look of defeat.

"In all this time we were on this planet, and for as long as I've known you…I have never…ever….heard you sound so…" You tried to find the right words, but it was lost in a gasp from your lips as you slammed your eyes shut. You hated hearing that scream, almost like claws sinking into your back and never letting you go or even the worst headache getting louder and louder to no sign of stopping.

"Heartbroken," Clío ended it for you, having you open your eyes slowly as she was watching you. You saw the pain in her eyes too, though she reached out with a thumb to move the tears away before she squeezed the back of your neck, "I was heartbroken, Druig. At that moment….I thought I lost the love of my life. For a singular second….I felt my soul leave me because I thought you left me,"

Your eyes went wide as she said this so calmly but with a hint of sternness behind it too. You could see how authentic she was whenever she spoke, Clío was never one to sugarcoat something for the sake of making another happy. She was truthful in her words, sometimes not as fierce as you were, but truthful just as much. Yet to hear her say something that massive, that important about you and who you were to her, it surprised you and it moved you deeply and thoroughly.

"I wanted to break Ikaris into a thousand pieces for laying a hand on you," Clío proclaimed, then pausing and taking a long breath, "But something was telling me to…..wait. I felt as though you weren't truly gone….not like that. I don't know if it was intuition or something else pulling at me…but my gut told me to wait and see. And I'm glad I did because we're here now. Maybe we were meant to be here, on this porch, holding the little girl that we both never thought we would have together."

You looked back down at Melody, her mouth parted slightly as she slept, with not a single care or worry in the world.

Clío carefully framed your jaw in her hands, making you shiver and nearly melt with contact. It was such a strange thing, how a simple touch would bring down the inner walls that you fought long and hard to keep up and stable. But it was Clío who could do that so easily and so gently, not with force but with the simplest push of affection and devotion.

"Druig, you're all I need in this life," Clío explained to you softly, you looking at her as she smiled and moved your brown hair out of your eyes with her delicate fingers, "There's nothing else I want or desire more than to be with you and to call you mine. That day on the beach was painful for many reasons, and to think for a moment that you were so close to…leaving me here alone…"

You leaned forward to touch your head against hers, Melody right in the middle of the pair of you as Clío was not trying to contain herself from crying and being emotional. You just nuzzled your forehead against hers, almost silently telling her you were there and listening.

"I'm just so glad I didn't lose you," She said finally, her voice light again as she gestured her head slightly down to Melody, "We're both glad we didn't lose you. Druig, I know your mind plays tricks on you and tries to tell you lies and thievery notions. But our home, our daughter, and our love for one another is not a lie. Never...ever forget how much you have changed me simply by loving me, and you are far more important than you realize."

You could remember a handful of times when Clío brought you out of the darkness of your mind, even in the easier years of being on Earth and hearing some of the others talk behind your back, mentioning your aloofness and stand-off nature. It did pain you and bother you, though you never showed it outwardly. Yet when you were with Clío, far before you two became lovers and merely friends, you couldn't help but pour out what was weighing you down. She always listened and always took your emotions into account, never judging you or making you feel small. It was one of the very first things that attracted you to her, her attentiveness to you and wishing to build you up instead of making you fall.

This was one of those moments: Clío reminding you of your importance in this world and how much you meant to her.

You two kissed there on the front porch, the faint roll of thunder mixed with the warm wind coming into your ears as you kissed her soundly and you leaned into her a bit more. Although it was awkward since you had a sleeping baby between you. Yet you didn't care, your mind as occupied with the softness of her lips and the coolness of her fingers against your cheek and neck as she kissed you smoothly, as if it was second nature to you. Kissing Clío was one of the purest forms of euphoria you have ever experienced before. Nothing ever came close, not since you first kissed her in Babylonia under the moon and with Clío in your arms. You would turn your back on the planet just for her, yet deep down you knew Clío would never want that for you.

She wanted you to live and be happy about yourself.

"I love you," you said to her as she pulled away from you, a blissful appearance in her eyes and her cheeks as she smiled widely, "With all of me, I love you, my Clío,"

"I love you all the more, my love," She replied with no hesitation, "And so does Mel,"

You hummed, feeling Melody snuggle a bit closer to your chest as Clío looked at her daughter. You could only watch her, seeing in her eyes the pure love she had as a mother for her child, moving to trace her hair out of the way from her face with her fingers.

"I don't tell you enough, but to see you holding our daughter makes you insanely attractive," She said, you grinning as you leaned back in your chair and cocked an eyebrow at her, "What? It's true, who knew holding a baby would make you a babe magnet,"

Now you couldn't help but snort at her remark, Clío giggling in return as the next thunderclap was coming a bit closer now, coming in your direction. Clío looked, seeing the clouds rolling over towards the farmhouse, maybe being there within 30 minutes. You were about to get up, maybe thinking it was a good time to under down in the house and get Melody back in her bassinet before the storm would hit your home. Yet Clío stopped you with a hand on your arm, pulling the second chair over to be next to you as she planted herself in the chair.

"Let's wait a bit more," She hummed, her eyes on the storm that was slowly making its way on the path that was leading to the farmhouse. You could smell it in the air and feel it in the wind that was picking up. Yet to see Clío, sitting so calm and still in her chair you had no intention to move. It was all a visual representation of who Clío was: calm energy before a massive storm of emotion. It didn't matter that it was 3 in the morning, that you had to go through a nightmare that shook you to your core and made your head spin, all that mattered was your small family together in this moment of peace and silence. Maybe it was something you needed, a reminder to be still in the moment and to drink in all that was around you. ��

"Maybe when Mel gets older, we can take her to the Amazon," You hummed, stroking Melody's blanket with your thumb as Clío's head leaned over to be on your shoulder, her arm going to wrap in yours to touch Melody's blanket, "Show her where her parents lived for the past 500 years,"

"I think she would love that," Clío said in agreement, "God forbid she gets close to the lizards that lived near our village that scared the children half to death,"

And as you two talked softly to one another for another 15 minutes, the nightmare you had earlier that night floated away like the clouds in the upcoming storm. There wasn't a sense of dread that lingered in the back of your mind, nor was there hesitance or second guessing. Clío made it float away within moments that early morning, not just with her kind smile and gentle gestures, but with her words that were laced with love and devotion to you. You didn't deserve her, that was a given when you two got together so long ago. Clío still loved you, with all of her heart she loved you and showered you with that love even in the times you didn't think you should have it.

So as you two went to bed that night, tucking Melody back into your bassinet and the soft pattering of rain drops hitting your closed bedroom window, you sunk under the blankets and felt Clío tug you into her arms. One hand was around your waist and the other in your hair, her chin on top of your head as you found yourself nestled into her neck and near her collarbone. The rain was pounding on your rooftop, the chill came through against the wooden walls, and the upcoming threat of thunder made the earth shake beneath the floorboards.

But you were as safe as you could be with Clío protecting you in more ways than one.

The End.

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lovetorn · 4 years ago

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in chains for you [dream]

Dream x Fem!Reader Criminals!AU

Summary: The Dream Team is an underground crime group that works for Techno Industries. But what happens when one of their most valuable members is taken for ransom by their enemy, Schlatt?

Warnings: Swearing & mean insults :(, kidnapping, death, violence, uhhh nothing else? message me if you see anything else!

Word Count: 8.1k+

A/N: I’m so sorry for any mistakes/plot holes, my adhd said no❤️ when i was editing :(

Note: Please remember these are all characters! Since I do not know any of these people in real life, I have created all aspects of their lives, personalities etc. and apologise for any OOC moments. I portrayed Schlatt as the villain purely from his role play in the Dream SMP, obviously, I do not believe him to be like this irl in any way. He is also written as much older than the Dream Team to enhance the villain-like characteristics. Remember, this is just fiction! Thanks!

Night had fallen over California, and the icy breeze from the South blew through the city of Beverly Hills. The lights from several luxury hotels and displays lit up the streets and exposed the city. It was more alive than half the people that resided there. Here, people only cared about their money and their assets; barely any room left for emotions towards others that didn’t benefit them.

“Hurry the fuck up, Sapnap!”

The gravelly sound of Dream shouting prompted Y/n to run faster. Tensions were high as three criminals rushed to the dark SUV that sat running outside of the tall building. They clutched black duffle bags in both hands when the sound of familiar sirens cried a few blocks away.

Unlocking the car, George threw open the back car door and launched his duffle bags onto the car seats before hopping in. Dream rounded the car and opened the door to the driver’s seat, Y/n doing the same for the passenger’s side. And whilst they were shoving the bags in, Sapnap came running out of the building, another duffle bag in his hand and a briefcase in the other. The ends of his white bandana flew around in the wind behind him as he missed a dip in the floor.

“What the fuck has he got now? We’ve gotta go!” George exclaimed, hurrying the boy by waving his hand. Dream put the car in drive as Sapnap slammed the door, “Go, go, go!”

The car squealed while Dream pulled off of the curb, the wheels screeching against the tar as he pressed his foot heavily on the accelerator. 40, 50, 70, 100, 130mph. The speedometer jumped by 10s and then by 40s as the car barrelled down the long strip of road, the wailings of sirens fading behind them.

George, Y/n and Sapnap were laughing as they took their masks off. The sound pissed Dream off as he gripped the steering wheel harder; why is nobody taking this seriously?

Ripping his white mask off his face and throwing it into his lap, Dream looked at Sapnap through the rearview mirror, “Why did you take so long? That could’ve fucked our whole plan!”

“Jeez, chill out.”

Dream shot him a glare through the mirror as Sapnap put his hand up, “Schlatt said he had a briefcase full of Chick-Fil-A gift cards, so I grabbed the first one I saw.”

George lolled his head to the side, mouth agape as he stared at him in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?”

Sapnap shook his head, resting the case on his thighs and popping open the clasps.

“Fuck yeah!” He cheered, turning the case around to show the rest of the car the bundles of hundreds of red and white cards that laid on a sheet of red velvet. Sapnap’s eyes remained as wide as saucers the entire time he tilted the case at different angles to ensure everybody saw.

Y/n turned around in her seat to face the boys in the back and giggled.

“Can I have one?” She asked, holding her hands up in a praying gesture. Sapnap laughed and nodded, “I’ve got enough for a whole country! And anything for you, Y/n.” Y/n smiled at him, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ before turning back around to face the road that was gone as quick as it came.

The deep sigh that came from Dream in the driver’s seat caught the attention of everybody in the car. Sapnap rolled his eyes and shut the case. “Calm down, green boy. She’s all yours.”

Arriving at the motel George had found, the four lugged the black duffle bags in the small room. Locking the room door, Dream spun around to see everybody sitting on one of the single beds.

He eyed the black duffle bags in the corner with a frown, each one full to the brim with thousands of 100 dollar bills that they had to transfer back to base. George cleared his throat when he saw his friend looking at the bags and raised his eyebrows, “Dream?” The man turned at the sound of his name and nodded once. He had an odd feeling in his stomach but decided to ignore it and face the problem at hand first before anything else.

Dream sighed, “We did good tonight,” The three on the bed hollering softly, fist-bumping each other before Dream continued.

“But...” Y/n, George and Sapnap all groaned, throwing their heads back at the oncoming disappointment that Dream was going to throw on them.

“Sapnap, what the fuck was that? You can’t go off on your own tangents during a plan this big! What would’ve happened if—”

Sapnap’s eyes widened when he realised Dream’s rage was aimed towards him. “Dream! It’s okay, bro. I’m right here, we’re all alive—”

“Don’t talk back to me.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/n avoided Dream’s gaze when it landed on her. She didn’t want him asking her to back him up; not tonight.

“Anyway, I hope you all know what comes next.” The three nodded, heads down and eyes trained on the worn carpet. Sapnap and George stood up and went to different sides of the room, George to the bathroom and Sapnap to the desk where he pulled out his iPod and earphones.

Dream watched as Y/n lifted her head back up, meeting his gaze. She gave him a soft smile and patted the space on the bed next to her. Dream ran a hand through his tangled blonde hair and walked over to her, sitting where her hand once was.

“You okay?” She asked softly, placing her hand over his that sat in his lap. Dream nodded before huffing. “I just don’t know how successful this plan actually is. Something’s off.” He whispered, grabbing her hand. Y/n leaned forward to try and meet his green eyes; the ones that made her weak at the knees when he looked at her a certain way. But he didn’t need to know that considering they were just friends.

“We did good today, look! We’re here, alive and well. And if something’s bothering you, just know that I’ll always be here to help you. Now, I need the bathroom.” She smiled, squeezing his hand before standing up.

“George? When are you done?” She yelled at the bathroom door. Dream tilted his head to the side as he admired her, what would he do without her?

“Soon! Stop being annoying!”

It had reached a point in the night where Dream couldn’t sleep. The single bed he laid in was uncomfortable, and the nagging feeling of doubt kept him awake. Something was wrong.

He looked over a Y/n who laid in the other bed across from him. His top priority was to keep her safe; he had to. His eyes then travelled to his two other best friends—Sapnap in the desk chair and George on the brown couch.

He smiled softly. Dream rarely got emotional, but seeing his friends and partners in crime—literally—so vulnerable, had his mind plagued with vicious scenarios that brought tears to his alarmingly vacant eyes.

They weren’t always void, but seeing death as he did, had pushed the soul of nature out of his once striking eyes. He thought they looked dull now, matching the rest of his face, but Y/n always told him they were the prettiest she’d ever seen. He’d always flush when she said that which always elicited a poke in the ribs and a teasing comment from her.

Dream forgot how long he’d been lying there, his mind drifting in and out of sleeping until a high-pitched squeak came from the main door. He reached for his knife that held a place under the pillow and sat up, holding his knife and facing the door.

On the floor next to the door, sat an ominous black envelope. Dream chewed the inside of his lip, his heart beating rapidly with panic. How did they find them?

—

“How the fuck did they find us?” George asked, his palms sweaty as he held the letter in his hands. The gold foiling around the letters was both alluring and terrifying.

Palm Casino. Wednesday Night. 12am. Be there, or face death.

Dream had rolled his eyes when he read the letter for the first time; Schlatt was so dramatic. And although fear and doubt had set in his stomach, he didn’t let his friends know.

How did they find them? They had been careful with the robbery, getting everything they needed without leaving a trace, nothing out of place, except for—

Dream shoved his partners out of the way and leaned down to pick up the briefcase with the Chic-Fil-A gift cards. Sapnap went to interject, primarily to save his prized possession when Y/n grabbed his elbow and shook her head when he turned to her.

Dream opened it then turned it upside down, emptying the cards onto the rotting carpet.

“Dream—”

“Shut up.” He then continued to rip the velvet from the inside of the case to reveal a small box with a red flashing light. Sapnap stopped his wriggling and stood staring at the device.

“This is your fault, you dipshit.”

Sapnap was silent. Y/n softened her grip to rub his elbow comfortingly instead, the action making Dream narrow his gaze. The girl rolled her eyes and spoke up, “How was he supposed to know it was in there, Dream? You can’t blame him for this at all.”

Dream shook his head and dropped his gaze to the floor before huffing and scrunching his nose in a disgusted manner.

Midnight had arrived quickly, like a thief in the dark, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky. A light breeze swept into the city, making the palm trees sway in the delicate moonlight as a black SUV pulled up to the Palm Casino.

“Okay, here we go. I want you all on your best behaviour,” Dream joked. And as his mask only hid half of his face, a lopsided grin graced his face as he popped the door open. Y/n knew that smile; it was one that was begging for chaos, but she knew it was just a deflection from his real emotions.

Walking to the entrance, Y/n reached up and placed her hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Dream let out a laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

The boys sported black on black suits with matching Rolex watches, the gold of the timepieces shining in the low light. The only differences between them being Dream’s smiley mask, Sapnap’s white bandana in his hair, and George’s white glasses upon the top of his head. Y/n, on the other hand, wore a fitting dress with gold jewellery. She would’ve worn anything else, but considering the situation, she complied.

As the waitress walked them over to the poker table, Y/n caught Dream’s hand in her own, squeezing it once before letting go. She knew he was worried and the action in itself was enough to calm Dream’s nerves for the time being, but as soon as he made eye contact with Schlatt, it all went away.

“Boys! How are we doing?” The man yelled, throwing his arms up with a smile on his face. Dream nodded once and sat down at the table, Sapnap and George following. Y/n went to sit beside Sapnap but was cut off by Schlatt who took it upon himself to police the members at said table.

“I’m sorry, gorgeous. I’m afraid this game is only for the men.” He gave her a tight-lipped smile and clasped his hands on the table. Y/n narrowed her gaze at him before rolling her eyes and moving to stand behind Dream.

Schlatt then stood and excused himself from the table, making George throw Dream a confused look before the man spoke up. He walked towards another room, guarded by velvet ropes, but not before shouting, “Let the games begin!”

—

Dream sat observing the last man in the game next to himself, ensuring he wouldn’t lose, not that he ever did. He had learnt from his father early on to read the expressions of the players around him and how to benefit from the folds and raises. People were shocked when they found out his age, bewildered that such a young man could earn numbers like that.

Dream stared narrowly at the man; his eyebrows raised as he wore a sly smirk. The man in front of him was profusely sweating, his hand reaching to grasp a tissue from his pocket as the last community card was placed down. The surrounding men groaned; their expressions irritable as the Dream Team gained another win. Dream threw the cards onto the Poker table and stood up, offering his hand to the gentleman. He reluctantly accepted then hurried out of the room, four of his acquaintances following.

Y/n watched as Dream swapped seats with Sapnap, allowing him his turn at the game. She then moved and leaned down to Dream’s ear, “This is bullshit, where’s Schlatt gone?”

Dream shook his head and shrugged quickly, “Fuck knows.”

“Let’s go, Sapnap,” A man they recognised as Fletcher spoke, sitting down in front of the young man as his buddies filed around the table to take their seats. Sapnap didn’t talk, he only glanced back at Dream who tilted his head, holding his forefinger up to indicate this would be their last round.

Once Sapnap had collected his two starting cards, the game began. Dream watched as each of the men were eliminated through folds and how they apologised to Fletcher for letting him down. The man brushed them off, telling them to “watch how it’s done”. Dream, Sapnap and George stifled a laugh as they watched the second last man fold. Behind them, Y/n grew impatient and began mumbling to herself about how ridiculous it was.

“Excuse me? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a round? Get the fuck outta here.” Fletcher said, his voice harsh as Y/n’s eyebrows flew to her hairline. Dream went to interject before the man spoke again.

“A scotch on the rocks.” He then said.

“I’m not a waitress.” Y/n’s voice was monotone while the man waved her away. Y/n scoffed before she moved towards him. Dream’s hand flew out to catch her wrist, and Y/n rolled her eyes. As angry as Dream was, he wasn’t going to start something with Schlatt’s men before the meeting actually started. Sapnap didn’t pay any attention to the conversations around him, focusing only on winning.

Fletcher chuckled, holding his cards close to his chest, “you dumb kid”. Sapnap’s facial expression went from serious to amused, watching as the dealer placed down the final community card. Sapnap’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s grey ones as he slammed his cards down on the table. Sapnap then reached to gather his winnings in chips, earning pats on the back from George and a gentle laugh and fist-bump from Dream.

Fletcher sat in disbelief; he was sure he would win this one. Sapnap stood up and embraced George in a hug before moving to Dream as Fletcher circled around the table.

“You cheating bastard!” Sapnap held his hands up in defence, clueless as to why this man was coming at him.

“No cheating here, Fletch, just plain luck,” He grinned, clearly not fearful of him.

“Dude just take the loss and move on, it’s not that deep,” Y/n said, catching the attention of Fletcher again.

“Not now, you whore. The men are talking,” Fletcher glowered, looking intimidatingly down at the girl.

Y/n, however, wasn’t fazed by his words, “Look, it’s not his fault that you lost. I guess you just suck at Poker.” Fletcher’s face went bright red, and Y/n swore she saw steam coming out of his ears. Her eyes widened as she took a step back slowly. George pushed her behind him despite her protests of being able to handle herself.

“Come on Fletch, there’s no need to go after an innocent woman,” Dream asserted, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder. He soon realised that his actions were a mistake as Fletcher spun around and threw his fist towards Dream’s nose. Dream’s mask had cracked slightly on impact, his green eyes widening in panic as he stumbled back slightly.

Sapnap scanned the other men around them and calculated their next moves before he ducked a punch from a redhead. George’s hands gripped under Dream’s armpits as he pulled him up, dodging fists from the older men. Dream’s eyes were watering from the unexpected hit to the nose, and he could barely see.

But what he did see was Y/n raising the metal drinks tray she found on the poker table next to them and slamming it down on the back of Fletcher’s bald head. Her eyes were wide as she stood behind his figure that was now on the floor, groaning. Her eyes met his and Dream felt his breath catch in his throat, but he couldn’t acknowledge it at the present time because there were five other guys to deal with.

Dream regained his posture and cocked his head to the right, stretching his neck before standing off to the others. The men stood with their fists raised in front of their faces and their feet apart, ready to engage. George, Sapnap and Dream were just as confused as Y/n was, who was making sure Fletcher stayed down.

“I really fucking hate you guys. Let’s get a move on with the meeting, shall we?” Y/n said lazily, she just wanted to get home.

—

Dream sat in a large black chair, the lower half of his face covered in blood, the top half covered by his stained, cracked mask. Y/n had her legs crossed, with a stern expression, glaring at Schlatt as he rounded the table to sit at his obnoxiously large desk.

Schlatt had demanded it only be Dream and Y/n in the office with him, making George and Sapnap wait outside. The two boys had angrily complained about it, but Dream assured them it would be fine, leaving them to sulk next to the heavy wooden door that led to Schlatt’s office.

“You two make a good pair, eh?” Schlatt smirked, bringing his hands to interlock in front of him on the desk. Dream glanced at Y/n, who gave him a bored look.

He then turned back to the front, “Why are we here, Schlatt?”

“Oh, not very friendly,” He laughed, earning no responses from anyone in the room except for his assistant, Quackity, who stood in the corner. “That’s Quackity by the way.”

Dream shrugged, uninterested with the introduction of his assistant and remained still until Schlatt continued.

“Now, tell me where the money is, Dream.” There it was—the literal million-dollar question.

The masked blonde didn’t react. Y/n cast her eyes towards him, seeing nothing but the white mask that covered his face. The smile on the front was a harsh contrast to the anger Dream felt. And when Schlatt huffed and wiggled his fingers at Quackity, then Dream perked up.

Suddenly, Y/n wrists were being grabbed by Quackity, who had crossed the room in seconds. Dream immediately stood, only to be pushed back by Schlatt who had moved in front of him.

Y/n opened her mouth object when Quackity whacked his free hand over her mouth. She let out a whimper at the smack, tears welling in her eyes in shock. Nonetheless, she continued to struggle against his harsh grip on her wrists. Y/n’s breathing became heavier, her thoughts clouded with fear of the unknown; what would Schlatt want with her?

Quackity dragged the girl from the large chair towards the other side of the room, where another door lay, but he didn’t take her in yet. Dream’s gaze was locked on Y/n, everything else slipping away as he watched her thrash against her captor.

“Let’s call it leverage?” Schlatt’s haunting voice echoed through the room, and he had an evil gleam in his eye. “You tell me where you hid the money, and I’ll let her go.”

Dream’s head was on a swivel when he turned back to face Schlatt. Panic blossomed in his stomach; if he gave up the money, they’d all be dead. And as hard of a decision as it was, Dream knew what to do—he had his full faith in Y/n. He remembered what she had told him when they first started working together and drew in a breath. He nodded at Y/n once, receiving a pleading look in reply, and sighed.

“Give ‘em hell, baby.”

—

“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?” Sapnap spat as the three men got back into the SUV outside of the casino. George shook his head in the backseat, scoffing as Dream ignored their questions.

Meanwhile, Dream drove in complete fury. He knew what he did was wrong and stupid, but Y/n once demanded he let her go if she was ever held for ransom. It was an odd request at the time. And this was an irrational move that could get her killed, but he had no choice—it was her or the whole operation, and Dream was loyal.

“Hello? You fuckin’—”

“Sapnap.”

The youngest froze at Dream’s tone and sunk into his seat, choosing to look out of the window than at him. He flexed his hand against the steering wheel, refusing to meet their gazes.

“Y/n asked me before any of this started, that if she were to ever be held hostage, for ransom, whatever, to trust her and let them take her. I don’t know why I never asked her why, but we have to trust her, and you have to trust me for making this decision.”

“Call Techno and tell him that Schlatt’s taken one of us for ransom.” Dream said to no one in particular. Sapnap scrambled to get his phone from his pocket and dial their boss’ number, but not before turning and facing Dream from the passenger’s seat.

“I—we trust you, Dream. And we’ll be with you till the end, okay?” Sapnap mumbled, gesturing to George in the backseat.

“She’ll be fine.” Dream had a hard time believing George, “We know Y/n, she’s a strong girl—a whole lot stronger than us—she’ll get through it.”

The piercing sound of metal against metal made Y/n cringe, distracting her from the burning of the new rope bound around her wrists. Quackity’s heavy breathing almost made her laugh, they hadn’t even walked for that long.

He didn’t say anything to Y/n when he guided her inside a cell. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked around the dirty space, scrunching her nose in disgust as she noticed the damp walls and the stray cockroach that scurried across the floor.

“I’m sorry about the state of this, we don’t have visitors often,” Quackity said, exhaling a scoff he let go of her arms. Y/n’s face dropped when she felt the rope loosen and fall off her wrists. She remained still as Quackity rummaged around behind her.

The screech of the cell door closing startled Y/n—she thought she’d have more time to fight back. She heard Quackity shuffle away from the cell, and shortly after, the sound of dress shoes tapping on the concrete floor caught her attention.

Y/n slowly turned around when someone cleared their throat behind her. She rolled her eyes as she came face to face with Schlatt. He stood with his hands behind his back in his usual arrogant suit and his deep red tie.

“Do you know why my tie is this red?” He asked, his head tilted to the side with a patronising smirk. It was an odd question, but Y/n could already guess the answer, she just didn’t want to hear it when she was this vulnerable.

Schlatt leaned down and closer to the cell, his face fitting perfectly between the bars as his eyes glared into Y/n’s.

“It’s so you can’t see the bloodstains.” He winked before sanding to his full height, his mood shifting entirely, “Anyways, I’m gonna keep this short. Get comfortable, Princess, you’ll be here awhile knowing Dream and his goons.”

With a clap of his hands and a small chuckle, Schlatt left, his shoes clacking down the hallway and into the elevator at the end of the hallway. The machine dinged and then it was gone, leaving Y/n in a deafening silence.

She sank to her knees, crestfallen, onto the concrete beneath her, still in her tight dress. As strong-minded as Y/n was, she couldn’t bring herself to give a witty remark. She was absolutely defeated. She knew Dream would get her out, eventually, but at what cost? Would Dream let everything the Dream Team has worked for in the past 3 years go to waste? For her?

She didn’t let herself cry as she picked herself up, and hesitantly sat on the cot in the corner of the cell. Her dress was uncomfortable, and the feeling of satin against her skin irritated her immensely.

Y/n had no idea how far underground she was; she sat in complete darkness and utter silence, nothing but the ringing of her ears and her screaming thoughts to keep her company.

—

Dream paced the small space, tearing at his hair roots with his fists, his face red with panic and anger. He was so in his head; he couldn’t hear his two friends calling his name from 3 feet away. The thought of Y/n alone with Schlatt made him so infuriated he could punch a hole through the brick wall next to him. The ringing in his ears was deafening, and the stinging of his nails digging into his palms was numbing.

Sapnap threw George a concerned glance, his brown eyes pleading George to do something to stop Dream from falling further into an endless loop of guilt and despair.

“Dream!” The sound of George calling him in that tone caused him to pause his pacing. He turned to look at his English friend with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You need to stop! Y/n wouldn’t want you having an existential crisis over her, she’d want you to hurry up and figure out a plan to get her back.”

Dream stood frozen for a moment; what would Y/n want? It was like a switch flipped inside Dream when he stood up straight, sending him into autopilot. All emotion wiped was from his face, leaving his eyes vacant and face blank. And as much as George hated to admit it, this cold version of his best friend knew what to do and how to do it efficiently. The sudden change shocked Sapnap slightly, leaving him frightened as he grabbed onto George’s sleeve.

“Ok boys, let’s get to work.”

Emotion is a weakness, and they sure did not need that right now.

Y/n had been suffering in the same tight dress and uncomfortable heels for a week; Schlatt’s lack of humanity and human decency (as well as kidnapping her in the first place), had put him in Y/n’s bad books.

The only human interaction she had was Quackity bringing her meals twice a day and the small conversations they would have as she ate. He didn’t talk about his work much, only hinting at his eventual betrayal and escape from Schlatt. Although, he continually spoke of his family to her, telling Y/n that he was there against his will and was threatened with death if he left. She felt sympathy for the boy, he was so young.

When Alex, as she now calls him, left her, Y/n was back with her mind. She had remained seemingly sane despite being in solitary confinement but was going insane without Dream. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his emerald ones gleaming at her through the darkness, their vibrance giving her shivers.

She missed his touch: his cold hands in her’s, their knees brushing slightly when sitting on the motel bed, his hand on her thigh in the car, despite complaints from the boys. She cared deeply for him, and she knew he did too, but they were both too scared of rejection to get together. Sapnap always teased them for being ‘pussies’, and George would roll his eyes whenever they would flush at their closeness—god, she missed them too.

Biting her lip, Y/n tried her best to prevent tears from falling down her cheeks. But she hadn’t let them fall since being held ransom, fearing she would be seen as weak by Schlatt, and even Alex. The burning at the back of her throat was fiery as she let them out. She struggled to breathe, clawing at her throat when she felt her lungs tighten. Y/n tried to sit upright to calm herself down, but her pained cries filled the cold, concrete basement and rattled the cell bars. She sobbed for hours, only falling asleep when the last ones dried.

—

As Dream put the car in park, he turned to face George in the passenger’s seat.

“You ready?” He asked. George exhaled and nodded, “Let’s get her back.”

Dream smirked. His attitude had flipped entirely from last week, leaving him cocky and ready to fight the world. However, George saw through his best friend’s act. He heard Dream’s choked and ragged cries in the bathroom at 4 am, and noticed his red, puffy eyes at 7 am when they woke up. He saw the way his hands shook every time he drove, and he caught onto Dream’s routine of not eating until Sapnap would force him away from the table with the plans spread across it.

George was concerned for his best friend, and Dream was oblivious. But despite everything, George knew he was determined to get Y/n back, above all else. Her life came before his own, and that scared George to his core, how far would Dream go to save Y/n?

“Ok, Geor—” The piercing screams of fire alarms made Dream jump as they echoed down the street. The two boys shared a surprised look before they hopped out of the SUV. They jogged down the road towards the Palm Casino with black duffle bags on their shoulders.

Flames rose as high as the sky and embers rained on Dream and George as they ran through the smoke to the entrance. Employees darted out of the main doors, crashing into the boys as they continued to the central control room of the casino. George heaved the heavy door open before closing it firmly behind them. They dropped the bags and began drinking in the clean air as they set their eyes on Sapnap who sat behind a desk with his feet up on the table.

“Well, boys, how did I do?” He said, arms out as he cocked his eyebrow up. George laughed in disbelief, “I can’t believe that worked.”

Sapnap shook his head quickly, “You had no faith in me, did you?” He threw his hand on his chest and stood up from his spot.

“Sap, you did great!” Dream exclaimed, walking over to slap the boy on the back. Sapnap’s pained expression turned into a smile as he watched George do the same.

“Ok then, where’s the security office?”

—

“I can’t fit my fat ass through there, Sapnap.” Dream’s jaw dropped as he measured the gap with his hands, “There’s just no way!”

George rolled his eyes and pushed Dream towards the duct, “Just go! Do you want Y/n back or not?” Dream’s face scrunched up, much like a child when having a tantrum, and whined.

“Why don’t you just go? I simply just cannot fit! Here, you wanna see?” George and Sapnap nodded, amused looks on their faces as they watched him dive headfirst into the air duct.

His body slipped in in such an elegant way that it made them burst out laughing. Dream, who couldn’t see his friends, exhaled deeply before he began crawling along. His movements heightened their laughter, seeing him wiggle through, but it only made Dream more determined to pursue the journey.

“Oh yeah, you have such a fat ass, Dream! Throw it back for me, baddie!” Sapnap yelled after him, his giggles interrupting the sentence a few times.

George and Sapnap’s antics were long gone, and all Dream could hear was the squeaking of an elevator and the creaking of the metal beneath him. He had memorised the layout of the ducts in his head and decided that this was the spot to drop down into.

The first basement looked usual, with a boiler in the corner and some filing cabinets lining the walls. Dream dropped from the ceiling with no sound, moving silently towards the elevator in the opposing corner of the large room. The sound of shoes slapping the hard ground paused Dream’s movements before he moved quickly behind a cabinet.

“—He said not to go down there, Tubbo. What do you think he’s hiding?”

Dream furrowed his eyebrows, were those kids? He adjusted his mark slightly before he peeked around the corner of the filing cabinet. Sure enough, Dream saw two teenage boys, one significantly taller than the other. But nonetheless, they were definitely very young. Why did Schlatt hire two British kids to guard his secret underground prison? Dream shook his head, glancing down at the floor as he crept out of his hiding spot.

“Oi!” He heard. Dream looked up, seeing the taller boy stalk towards him. The blonde boy stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked back at the other boy.

“Tubbo, do you know who this is?” The blonde asked in disbelief. The shorter one nodded, his expression lifting at the sight of Dream. Their jaws dropped as Dream exhaled deeply.

“Dream? As in the Dream Team? As in Techno Industries?” Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask. He didn’t respond as the two boys inched closer to him.

“Listen, I’ll give you a few bucks if you don’t mention this to Schlatt, got it?” Dream growled, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills. The boys’ eyes shone, the shorter one reaching forward to accept the bribe before the blonde pushed him back.

“That’s all? I was expecting at least a grand each from THE Dream.” He smirked. Dream remained expressionless and went to decline before the blonde continued. “It’s a grand each or I tell Schlatt you were snooping around his casino.”

Dream shook his head and pulled another $600 from his pocket and shoved it into their hands, “Now shut the fuck up, or I’ll do it myself.”

The taller one went to reply, but the other one pulled on his sleeve and shook his head. He rolled his eyes and mumbled a string of curse words before turning and stomping away. The other boy muttered a quick ‘thank you’ with a small smile on his face and hurried off in the direction of the staircase that went up to the casino’s main floor. Dream guessed that the fire had been taken care of by the way they fled carelessly up the stairs.

Dream sighed and trod over to the elevator. He pressed the arrow to go down and groaned when the scanner next to it blinked red.

He scrunched up his face when he glanced back towards the air duct. The only other option was to try and get down the air duct and into the rafters in the basement below.

Dream had the urge to throw a temper tantrum at Sapnap’s shitty planning. He pulled himself back up into the duct and crawled towards the wall where the elevator was. Reaching a sharp drop, Dream looked over the edge, his eyes widening at the height. He grunted as he positioned himself above the fall; all he had to do was slide down.

He could hardly see the bottom, but he knew if he slid down as planned, he would go straight through. So, instead, Dream slowly moved his arms and legs into the small space and gradually let himself down, inching closer to the bottom with every move.

Sweat dripped down his temple, and his muscles ached as he went, his palms becoming slippery against the smooth and thin metal. He held his breath as he reached the bottom, scared any sound he made would attract unwanted attention from whoever could be in the vicinity.

He let out a quiet, steady breath, and he returned to his hands and knees in the horizontal air duct. His original plan was irrelevant, so he didn’t know the map of the air ducts in the second basement, leaving him guessing.

Once he thought the spot was right, he harshly pushed on a panel of the duct below him, hearing it clatter on the concrete as it hit the ground. He cringed at the sound and slowly lowered himself onto the beams that were directly below him. How convenient.

The sharp sound of the panel dropping had caught the attention of several guards. On this level, there were actual security guards with weapons and not lippy teenagers. Dream made eye contact with one of them, scolding himself when the man scrambled for his walkie talkie as he spotted Dream on the beams above.

Dream rolled his eyes and dropped from the ceiling, crouching as he landed before standing up. He brought his pointer finger to his lips before bringing his fist to his neck and dragging his thumb across the skin. The action itself made the security guard’s eyes widen and freeze his movements. Dream’s sadistic smile and seemingly wild nature made the guard move backwards into the wall as he passed.

He went around another corner and was met with an entirely different area he wasn’t expecting. But, Dream was sure he was going to succeed in finding Y/n and escaping as soon as possible. And of course, the echo of a sinister whistle made him freeze. Fuck.

“Dream! Hey, buddy, how’s it going?” As Schlatt rounded the corner, a smirk spread across his smug face, Dream squeezed his eyes shut.

“A little friend of mine told me you were here! Just thought I’d come and say hi,” He chuckled as Dream cracked his knuckles. Damn kids.

“Schlatt, where’s Y/n?” Dream demanded, cracking his neck when he jerked his head to the side.

“Now, that’s not a nice way to greet a friend, is it, Dream?”

Dream’s eyes widened behind his mask. He stood stunned, no words coming from his mouth.

“Dream, she’s not yours. She never has been. So why do you think you have to save her?” Dream’s expression remained the same as Schlatt continued, “You’re too pussy to even ask her out, let alone be her boyfriend.” It was a ridiculous argument, Schlatt knew that, but he was positive he was going to get a rise out of Dream this way.

He sneered at Dream’s silence, the deep rumble of his cackle rattling Dream’s bones. Suddenly, a scream added to the ominous atmosphere that Schlatt had created, and Dream jumped into action, launching himself at the older man.

“Where is she?” His voice became raspy as he threw a punch at Schlatt’s temple. Schlatt growled at the attempt and hurled his arm back at Dream. He dodged it, barely, but stepped back and rushed towards the cell Y/n was in.

“Y/n?” He shouted, ducking and searching for the girl through the bars of the numerous cells that lined the basement.

“Here.”

The sound of her broken voice snapped Dream into action. Sprinting down the hallway, he was met with Y/n’s grubby and exhausted body. His heart broke at the sight of her, and he gripped the bars, pulling and pushing them in an attempt to break them.

Dream was so caught up in getting Y/n out, he didn’t notice Schlatt coming from his left.

The impact of a fist colliding with his temple sent Dream stumbling to the right, his mask cracking slightly in the corner at the force. He grunted in pain before spinning to meet Schlatt again, who had his arm raised in its previous position. Dream tried to shake his head from his dazed state, the unexpected hit stunning his consciousness.

Schlatt aimed once again and swung his fist to hit Dream in the face. But, Dream saw it coming and swivelled to the left to dodge the incoming punch. Schlatt let out a guttural sound, growing frustrated with his miss. The hit to his temple left Dream seeing stars; however, he managed to duck and strike Schlatt in his stomach, earning a deep groan. The older man recovered quickly, picking himself back up to his full height as he mumbled, “bastard.”

Dream was losing shamefully, lazily avoiding punches and swaying lightly as Schlatt grinned at his anticipated win.

Whilst Dream stumbled slightly, Schlatt snickered, his fist coming across to hit him again. This time, the punch followed through and cracked his ceramic mask fully, the object dropping to the ground and shattering on impact. Schlatt barked out a laugh as he watched the pieces scatter.

“And here we have, the real Dream! You know, you’re not what I expected. Definitely uglier.” He cackled, doubling over in laughter as Dream watched. He blinked and was void of any emotion as Schlatt stood back up.

“What? Can’t take a joke?” Dream clenched his jaw, and he lunged forwards, his hands coming to grip onto Schlatt’s shoulders and bringing his knee up to jab him in his stomach. He groaned out in pain as he doubled over, yet again, but this time not in joy.

The back of Dream’s belt that held his handgun was screaming at him. So, reaching behind him, Dream revealed his firearm. The weapon had wiped Schlatt’s smug look off of his face, replacing it with one of fear. His expression mocked Dream, although he didn’t catch onto Schlatt’s taunting.

“Dream, listen, buddy—”

“Shut the fuck up, Schlatt.”

But, Dream’s face contorted to something of confusion and horror when Schlatt started chuckling. He pulled the side of his suit jacket to the side to reveal a similar Glock, making Dream freeze his once confident motions.

“You see, I’m always 3 steps ahead of you, Dream,” Schlatt tormented, pulling the gun from its secure place in his jacket.

“You’re fucked now.” Dream went to lunge at him again, but Schlatt stepped to the side and pushed him down.

Dream’s gun went sliding across the polished concrete and out of his reach. The blonde swore as he saw Schlatt stumbling towards his fallen body. He lifted himself off of the ground, panting heavily as he ducked another punch from the older man. Dream stepped back, balancing his weight on his right foot, and threw his fist out towards Schlatt’s cheek. The punch landed, and Schlatt staggered backwards slightly, blood dripping from his lips as he grinned.

“I see how it’s gonna be,” He lifted his arm and aimed the gun towards Y/n, who stood in the cell behind him. Dream leaned to the side to catch Y/n’s pained gaze.

“Please,” Dream’s strained voice was barely audible through Schlatt’s booming psychotic laughter. Clenching his fists, Dream glared at him, “Don’t do this, Schlatt.”

“Oh, Dream, I could do this all day!—” A flat crack bounced off the concrete room and was soon followed by a heavy thud. Dream swallowed in shock as he watched deep red blood spill across the floor, oozing out of the fresh wound. He was frozen in his spot as he watched the body twitch and then loll, unmoving.

“Dream?” Dream’s eyes flickered from Schlatt’s body to Y/n, who stood with his gun loosely in her hand.

“Y/n?” His voice was weak as he struggled to stand. The clatter of the gun dropping on the hard surface didn’t come close to silence the thoughts running through his head.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m okay, I’m here. Dream?” Y/n cried, wrapping her arms around Dream’s stiff body. His hand came up to feel the wetness on his cheeks, and he pulled it away, seeing red smeared on his fingers.

“He’s gone?” He whispered, earning a nod from Y/n, “It’s okay.”

“No, I know. It just shocked me, that’s all. I thought he killed you.”

Y/n sighed, tightening her grip on him, pressing her face into his shoulder, “I’m right here, see. I’m not hurt, I’m fine, with you.”

Dream turned his head towards her, an unsure expression on his face as he threw his arms around her.

“Fuck, I thought—”

“Dream. Deep breaths.” He nodded, following Y/n’s motions in breathing evenly.

“Jesus, usually you’re the one helping me calm down from something like this,” Y/n giggled, her hand coming to run her fingers through his hair, not minding the dampness of drying blood. A smile broke out on Dream’s face before he noticed Y/n’s eyes widen and her head fly to the side to search for something.

“What’s wrong?” Dream asked, seeing Y/n’s eyebrows crease, “Your mask.” She whispered, spotting the shattered ceramic feet away from where they sat.

Dream breathed out a laugh, bringing her face back towards his, “My mask is the least of my worries right now.”

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”

“Of course, you will.”

“Y/n!” Sapnap yelled, running towards the girl as she pushed open the security office door. Y/n locked her arms around Sapnap’s shoulders as they embraced, the pair giggling in disbelief.

“How have you guys not been kicked out yet? The fire’s out.” Dream said, closing the door behind them. George shrugged, “Paid ‘em off.” Dream snorted in response.

When Y/n pulled away from Spanap, she hugged George, who was eagerly waiting behind them.

“Don’t do that ever again. You left me with two dumbasses for so long,” George mumbled. Y/n felt tears fill her eyes as she squeezed George tighter, “I missed you guys so much.”

And after a teary reunion, the group sat around the desk in the middle of the room.

“Where’s the big man himself?” Sapnap nervously laughed, dread ate at his conscience at the thought of Schlatt coming after them again.

“Schlatt’s dead.” The news had George raising his eyebrows and pushing his head forward, “Huh? Sorry? What?”

“He’s dead, Y/n killed him.” Dream stated, earning a small smile from Sapnap that Y/n laughed at. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. Sapnap’s reaction made me giggle.”

The group shared a collective rumble of laughter before Dream suggested they went back to the motel.

“Hey,” Dream whispered at Y/n when she passed him, gently grasping her elbow. “You guys go ahead, I just need to speak with Y/n,” He continued, waving the boys in the direction of the car. George and Sapnap shared a knowing look and tried their best to conceal their cheeky smiles.

“What’s up with them?” Y/n asked, throwing her thumb over her shoulder at the boys. Dream shook his head slightly, “No clue.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to ask how you are. You know, after everything.”

Y/n nodded, “I’m okay, I think. I don’t think anything’s really hit me yet.” Dream sighed in response.

Y/n sucked her lips between her teeth, throwing her arms around Dream’s neck in a hug. He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Thank you,” She whispered in his ear, her voice cracking with emotion. Dream’s heart clenched at the sound and tightened his grip around her.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, you know that,” He murmured, hiding his reddening face in her neck. He flushed, even more, when he felt her lips against his neck, “I love you, so much, Dream.”

Dream’s heart skipped a beat before he pulled his head from her neck. His green eyes looked into hers, the closeness of them making Y/n inhale sharply.

“And I love you. Don’t forget that, okay?” He replied, his voice low. Y/n nodded shortly, inching her lips up to his.

“Kiss me.” She muttered, nudging his nose with hers. Dream laughed breathy before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers.

Their bodies had become flushed against one another, her hips against his as they shared a heated kiss. Dream pulled away first, his cheeks pink and his lips plump. Y/n whined silently, bouncing in her heels at the loss of his lips.

Dream smiled widely at her, “I guess I want you more than I thought I did.” Y/n gasped, taking her hand from his neck to slap his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl at his teasing.

“Shut up, you’ve wanted me since you met me,” She said to which Dream nodded.

“You got that right, baby.”

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Driver’s License

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] You’ve had a crush on Clay ever since he was first assigned to be your lab partner, and you finally muster up the courage to confess your feelings to him. But sometimes, not everything goes the way you hope it does.

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: this was requested by an anon who wanted some angst inspired by olivia rodrigo’s driver’s license! i hope i captured the right mood with the setting and story, and i sincerely hope you enjoy! <3

You glanced down at your phone, your thumb pressing on the power button before the screen flickered to life. The time flashed back at you in a white, clean font, and you chewed on your lip, your toes curling in your shoes.

There were only seven minutes until the bell—he was going to be late, wasn’t he?

Sighing, you picked up your phone and pushed your thumb against the home button, opening up your text messages. You scrolled down the list of contacts that stared back at you, your thumb hovering the one name that sent your head spinning in a flurry of pink hearts and white stars.

Clay.

Of all the people to have a crush on, of course it just had to be him. After all, how could you not fall for him? He was tall, cute, funny, and, well—he was a dream come true. It was almost like the universe had just set you up to fall, and really, you had no one to blame but yourself. It wasn’t like he liked you back, either. He was the cool, fun quarterback that was friends with everyone, while your only claim to fame was that you were his lab partner.

Should I text him? you wondered, fidgeting your fingers. I feel like I should text him. I know we’re technically just lab partners, but we’ve texted about other things, too. It wouldn’t be weird if I just asked him where he was, ri—

“Hey, you.”

You whipped your head up, immediately shutting your phone with one hand as your eyes wide went wide, your heart tripping in your chest. Standing by the desk next to you, Clay waved, amusement flickering across his face at your shocked expression.

“Hi, Clay,” you said, suddenly feeling breathless all at once. You could already feel the warmth blossoming in your chest, as his eyes locked onto yours. You really were too gone for your own good.

Sliding into his seat, he flashed you a bright grin as he dropped his bag onto the space beside him. “What’s up? Anything exciting happen to you?”

You turned away from your notebook with a soft smile. “Not really.” Trying to force down the heat crawling up your neck, you wagged a finger at him, a teasing lilt seeping into your words. “But you, my friend, are actually early—for once.” You shot him a thumbs up, winking. “Congratulations.”

Unzipping his backpack, Clay rolled his eyes at you, something like amusement flirting across his face. “Look,” he said, rummaging through his bag, “not all of us can be as early as you.”

Your lips twitched, and you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest with a triumphant look. “Well, I’ll have you know that I drove myself here today.”

He froze, his hand pausing as he looked up to blink at you with wide, fascinated eyes. “You did?” A grin slowly spread across his face, and he pulled out a notebook before setting his bag back down on the ground. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You nodded your head eagerly, electricity buzzing up your skin as you pulled out your wallet from behind you. “It sure does!” Flipping it open, you held out a small, plastic card towards his face with a giddy smile. “I got my license.”

In an instant, he was cheering, his eyes as wide as saucers as he clapped his hands in celebration. You had half the mind to be embarrassed that more than just a few people were looking at you now, but you were far more focused on Clay. “Woah, congrats!” he said, lifting a hand tentatively toward you. “Can I...?”

You nodded, watching as he gently pulled your license from your fingers. He turned it over in his hands once, his lips curling up into a crooked grin before he tapped at your photo. “Look at you,” he said, mirth dancing through his emerald gaze. “They got your good side.”

You raised a brow at him, holding your palm out toward him. “Are you saying I have a bad side?”

Clay shook his head, sliding the card back between your fingers and your hands brushing. A spark ran up your fingertips at the touch, sending a dizzying surge of heat rushing into your chest. “Nah. Every side is your good side.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he turned back to his desk, his gaze leaving yours. Your fingers curled tighter around your license, and you swallowed. How could he say something like that so casually? It was so unfair. You already liked him enough, and then he just had to go and say something like that. Of course. Stupid, dumb, handsome Clay. It was not your fault he was so... attractive. Totally.

After a long moment, your fingers curled a fraction tighter around your license, the plastic digging into your skin as you softly said, “Thanks.”

He waved a hand at you, his eyes curving into crescent moons. “Anytime.”

Your stomach tightened into a knot in your gut, tingling elation shooting through you and wrapping around your lungs. Tucking your license back into one of the wallet flaps, you watched as he flipped his notebook open to a blank page, quickly scribbling the date in the corner of the paper with a focused gaze. With a reluctant sigh, you tore your eyes away from him to look back at your own paper, pretending to write something down that wasn’t just his name. It was almost embarrassing how easily you could just stare and get lost in everything he did. You never thought you would be one of those people, yet here you were.

“Hey, by the way,” he suddenly said, his voice making you jump while his eyes flickered to meet yours, “do you happen to have any plans for Friday?”

Catching your breath, your pencil stopped in its tracks on the page. Friday? You furrowed your brows, the cogs in your head churning before you slowly nodded. “I think so.” A grimace tugged at your lips, and you held back a quiet groan. “I’ve got a project due on Monday that I need to get done, but I can’t work on it until Friday, so...” You gestured vaguely. “You know.”

There was a moment of silence, and Clay’s lips curled into a slight frown. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”

You could have sworn you saw disappointment flit through his face, but it was gone in an instant. Leaning toward him, your eyebrows knit together in concern. “Hey,” you murmured softly, “is something wrong?”

In a flash, he was smiling again, and you couldn’t tell he had been frowning even a split second earlier. “No, no, I was just curious, that’s all.” He raised his hand toward you, tapping a finger against your nose. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

Your cheeks burst with warmth, his eyes brightening at the way your lips curled. Reeling back, you raised your chin at him, huffing. “Hey, this pretty little head is the one saving you from a C in chemistry, right now.”

He chuckled, his arm dropping back down to his side as he leaned back in his seat. “You sure are, and I hope you knows how much that means to me.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest. All at once, it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. Did he... could he—?

“Good morning, everyone.”

You jumped at the sound of your chemistry teacher’s voice, your hand tightening around your pencil as you watched him send your class a smile. “I hope you all had a good weekend. Today, we’ll be...”

Soon enough, you were already tuning him out, your mind drifting back to Clay’s words.

I hope you knows how much that means to me.

Something soft and fuzzy rolled over in your stomach, and you felt hope bubbling up in your throat.

Maybe your crush wasn’t as one-sided as you thought it was.

You dashed through the halls, your backpack bouncing against your shoulder as you weaved in between groups of friends leaning against the lockers and couples holding hands as they walked. You stifled a curse as you dodged someone’s arm, grumbling to yourself as you finally pushed past the doors that led outside. Couldn’t people learn to just not stand in the middle of the hall? People needed to get places—people like you.

Inhaling the fresh, spring air, you bounded across the dewy grass toward the familiar picnic table underneath the school’s willow tree. It was the only spot on school grounds that actually had enough shade to keep your head from overheating in the simmering Florida sun, so naturally, it became your and Wilbur’s go-to spot for lunch.

As the bench drew nearer, you felt your face brighten, spotting Wilbur already sitting in his usual spot, his beanie askew atop his head. The two of you were unlikely friends, to say the least, but after having spent years living next to each other, you were more than proud to call him your best friend, even if he did make you want to smack him more often than not.

Wilbur offered you a brief wave as you finally reached the bench, tugging open his sandwich bag with his other hand. Above you, the willow tree swayed, the branches and leaves scattering sunlight across his face. “Hey, how was chem—”

“Today, our hands touched when I showed him my license,” you blurted, not even pausing for breath.

Wilbur blinked at you once, stunned for a brief moment. Then, a groan flew from his lips, and he pressed two fingers to his temple, grimacing. “[Y/N],” he said, drawing out the syllables of your name, “I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked as you sat down in the space across from him, dropping your bag onto the seat with a thud. “Keep doing what?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Keep listening to you endlessly pine over Clay without doing anything about it.” At your bewildered expression, he sighed, taking another bite of his sandwich as he pushed his glasses up further onto his face. “It’s been, what? Four months, at this point?”

“Five,” you said immediately.

He stared at you. “Five,” he repeated. When you nodded, his frown deepened. “You do realize how bad that sounds, right?”

A wave of embarrassment crashed over you, and you curled back into yourself, grumbling, “Let me live my life.”

“Not like this, I won’t.” Wilbur leaned over the table with a firm look, pointing his finger at you. “You need to ask him out.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and you felt your jaw drop open in disbelief. “No way,” you said, slapping your hands onto the table. “Absolutely not. I am not doing... that.”

You could practically see Wilbur’s impatience wearing thin, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “[Y/N]. C’mon. You like him—it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back, then shook your head, closing it—Wilbur knew you too well to even try. “Probably, but not to Clay. To him, I’m just his lab partner.”

“His cute lab partner,” he pointed out, lifting a finger. “Who is also pretty, and smart, and funny, and interesting and—”

The smile was stretching across your face before you could stop it, and you whined, feeling your chest grow warm with genuine appreciation. “Stop, please.”

Wilbur’s lips split into a teasing grin, and he poked a finger to your side. “You know I’m only calling it like I see it.”

When you glowered at him, he only laughed, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. Scoffing, you reached your arm toward him. “Well, if it’s only as much as you’re seeing it,” you said, “I guess I’ll just have to take these, then.”

Before he could react, your hand had wrapped around the side of his glasses, and you were pulling them off his face in a whirl. He jumped at the sudden change, and you watched as he fumbled with his sandwich, gaping at you as he whipped around. “Hey, give those back!”

You leaned back, sticking your tongue out at him as you held them above and behind your head. “Not until you stop.”

Now, it was his turn to glare at you, and he clenched his jaw with a long exhale. “Fine,” he said, focusing his attention back to his lunch. “I guess I just won’t tell you what’s happening on Friday, then.”

His glasses went limp in your hand, and your voice dropped down to a meek whisper. “There’s something happening on Friday?”

Wilbur only shrugged, humming softly. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Resting your elbows on top of the table, you pursed your lips, leaning forward to scan his face. “Will,” you said, your tone firm and demanding, “please tell me. Clay asked me if I was free on Friday and now I regret telling him no—you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

Wilbur lifted his head to meet your gaze, a look of pure shock and disbelief shooting across his face. “He asked you if you were free and you said no?” He paused for a moment, then sighed for what must have been the millionth time. “Maybe you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

You scowled, but didn’t say anything. Instead, you lifted your head to slide his glasses across the table toward him. “Here,” you said, the tiniest tinge of desperation soaking into your voice, “I’ll even give these back.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, picking up his glasses with a soft whistle. “That was easier than I thought,” he murmured, ignoring the glare you shot him. Sliding his glasses back onto his face with practiced ease, he turned his attention back to you with a gleam in his eye. “Fine then, I’ll tell you.”

You held your breath as he leaned forward, opening his mouth. “There’s a football game on Friday,” he said, “and Chrissy’s throwing a party for after the game.”

You stared at him, then frowned, confusion swirling in your eyes. “Chrissy?” you parroted.

Wilbur nodded. “Yes, Chrissy.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. While you didn’t really know Chrissy yourself, you most definitely knew of her. That was the case for a lot of people in your school. After all, how could you not know Chrissy? She was the head cheerleader and practically the face of the school. With shiny, golden hair and a dazzling smile that put the sun to shame, it was basically impossible to miss her—you’d have to be blind to.

On one hand, you wanted to believe she was stuck-up and catty like all the cheerleaders you saw in movies, but deep down, you knew you had no right to make that judgement. People said she was nice, and you had never spoken to her yourself, so who were you to stereotype her? But on the other....

“What does Chrissy have anything to do with this?” you blurted, your eyes scanning his face for even a hint of something more. “We’re talking about Clay, not her.”

Wilbur only stared blankly at you, his eye twitching in agony. “How you pass your classes and still manage to be this dense is beyond me.”

You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “Wilbur, you know I’m stupid. Now, will you please just get to the point?”

Wilbur dragged a hand over the bottom half of his face, sucking in a deep breath before lifting a hand toward you. “Chrissy is the cheer captain, [Y/N]. Clay is the quarterback. It’s an after-game party. He’s definitely going to be there.”

Silence washed over the two of you, and for an excruciatingly long minute, you simply stared at him, the dots slowly connecting in your head to form a full picture. After a few moments, Wilbur sighed again and looked away, giving you some time to think. Your head spun with thoughts of Friday, Clay, and your project, and you watched distractedly as Wilbur shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, chewing while you eyed him up and down.

A party, huh? you thought to yourself. Maybe, just maybe...

Just like that, something suddenly snapped inside you, and you felt your chest swell with determination. You could not believe you were about to do this.

“Wilbur,” you said, calm and slow, “this changes everything.” When he silently cocked a brow at you, you tightened your jaw. “We’re going to that football game, then we’re going to Chrissy’s party.”

He nodded, only half-listening as he stuffed his now empty sandwich bag into his pocket. “Sure, yeah, good for yo—wait.“ He froze, and you almost let yourself feel a sliver of pride as he gaped at you. “You said we.”

You ignored the sense of slow, sinking horror settling into your gut as you swallowed, squeezing your hands into tight fists. “Yeah—we. Because I’m going to need the moral support.”

Wilbur blinked once. Twice. Then, a slow grin began to spread across his face, and you could already tell you were about to regret telling him that. “Does this mean you’re gonna—?”

You swallowed thickly, your throat bobbing as you threw back your shoulders and nodded, firm and true. “I’m going to confess to Clay.”

Wilbur was on his feet in an instant, his hand shooting forward to clap you on the shoulder. “Attagirl!” Pulling back, he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling eagerly. “Sure then, I’ll come with. But you’re driving.”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling yourself up until you were also standing. “You know I’ve only had my license for, like, half a week.”

He slung his arm over your shoulder, his lips twitching at the way you stumbled at his sudden movement. “That’s all the more reason to celebrate. Let’s go get ice cream.”

You gaped, somehow even more confused than before. “Celebrate? What are we celebrating? My driver’s license?”

Reaching down, Wilbur patted your head, grinning brightly. “You’ve made a step forward to finally being less of a wimp. That’s something.”

You sent him another glare, but shoved your hand into your pocket nonetheless. A few moments of rummaging later, you pulled out your parents’ car keys with a defeated sigh. “You’re lucky I like ice cream. But don’t blame me if I crash the car.”

“Hey,” he said, unwrapping his arm from its spot on your shoulder to pick up his bag, “even if you do, at least that way I’ll miss my stats test tomorrow.”

You gasped, frowning at him as you smacked his arm. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he simply hummed at you, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “Sometimes, the truth hurts,” he said, “and you just have to accept it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he waved a hand, gesturing to your backpack. “Enough of the melodrama, though—get your stuff. I want ice cream.”

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes at him again, leaning down to grab your backpack with one hand and your keys with the other. As the two of you began to make your way across the field, squinting past the blinding sunlight, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation.

Friday—you could wait for Friday.

The roaring applause was absolutely deafening around you as the football slammed into the grass, claps and shouts ringing across the bleachers like nothing you’ve heard before. On the other side of the field, you watched as the cheerleaders shook their pom-poms, Chrissy landing a flip in front of the crowd with a stunning grin. With a slight wince, you grimaced, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. Your team was losing 24 to 37, but from the way everyone was yelling, you’d have thought they had just won a war. Did they just get a point, or...?

“You don’t know anything about football, do you?”

You whirled around, tearing your eyes away from the scoreboard to find Wilbur sitting beside you with a bucket of popcorn sitting on his lap. You frowned at his unimpressed look, resolve etched into your features. “I know things. Like, um—” You paused for a second. “Like, Clay is the quarterback.”

A sardonic smile stretched across his face, and he cocked his head at you. “That’s great,” he drawled. “But do you know what a quarterback does?”

You stiffened, digging your thumb into the palm of your hand. “Plays football?” you offered sheepishly.

Wilbur deadpanned, picking at a stray thread on his mustard yellow sweater. “You’re hopeless.”

You let out a whine, burying your face in your hands to at least try to ignore the aching warmth creeping onto your cheeks, a prickle of anxiety creeping up your spine. “I’m trying, okay?”

A hand settled onto your shoulder, familiar and warm. “I know, I know,” he murmured, sounding reassuring for once, “and I’m proud of you for that.”

You lifted your head, your wide eyes meeting his earnest ones. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really. But,” he added, something flashing in his gaze, “as your best friend, it is also my responsibility to clown you at every given opportunity.”

You pushed his arm off your shoulder with a pout. “You’re right, but I hate that you’re right.”

With a chuckle, he stuck his hand into the bucket on his lap, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Look,” he said, casting a worried glance at you, “I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little—you look like you’re stressed out of your mind.”

Your voice came out louder than you would have liked, your nails digging into your palms. “Because I am! I am, okay? He...” You trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “...he means a lot to me, and I really like him.”

Wilbur’s gaze grew soft, his hold on the popcorn bucket growing loose. “I know you do.” He paused for a moment, then nudged your shoulder with his. “Tell you what,” he began, “if we win the game, you tell him, but if we lose, we can just go home.”

You stared at him, the weight on your shoulders suddenly feeling a lot less heavy. “Seriously?”

He nodded, his lips quirking. “Yes. I don’t want to push you into doing something you’ll regret.”

You turned back to the scoreboard once more, your gaze darting back and forth between the 24 on the sign and the grass. Down below, you caught a glimpse of a uniform with the number one plastered across the back dashing across the field as the crowd cheered. The gears in your head whirred, and you felt your gut churn. Did you really want to leave and give up, now? Were you really okay with that?

Memories of emerald green eyes and loud peals of laughter flashed across your mind, and you felt your chest grow hot.

“Okay,” you breathed, quiet yet firm. “Okay, I think I—”

You stopped, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Sucking in another breath, your eyelids shot open and you swallowed. “I can do this.” Your eyes flitted to Wilbur’s. “Yeah?” You nodded to yourself. “Yeah.”

Wilbur sucked on the inside of his cheek, his fingers nervously tapping on the side of the popcorn bucket. “We can still go home, it’s okay. We can leave now if you wa—”

You shook your head, and his words fell quiet. “No,” you sighed, feeling both nervous and relieved. “No. I’m gonna do it.”

His fingers stopped, surprise seeping into his expression. “You are?”

You watched as the football soared across the air, spinning in a perfect spiral. Something inside you flipped, and you found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“I am.”

Flashing lights scattered broken rays of rainbows across the ceiling, moving bodies jumping and dancing against one another as their eyes glimmered with excitement. Some pop song you were pretty sure you had heard on the radio that morning was blasting through the speakers, making the floor shake beneath your feet. You blinked down at your shoes, feeling your arms tingle at your side with discomfort.

“I kind of regret doing this.”

Beside you, Wilbur let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he poured himself another glass of... whatever he had been drinking. “I literally told you we could leave earlier.”

Your hand trembled at your side, your thumb pressing against your side as you shuffled back and forth anxiously. “Do not remind me, please. I’m already on the verge of losing my mind right about now.”

Wilbur glanced down at you, taking in your shaking lip and nervous expression, then smiled, bending over slightly so that he was eye-level with you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice still reaching your ear despite the deafening music, “you’ve got this, okay?” He pushed his cup toward you, gently tapping your arm with it. “I’m still here for you, even if goes badly. Remember that.”

The sting crawling up your spine grew a little fainter at his words, and you bit your lip, shooting him a sheepish smile. “Thanks. I’ll, um, find you later?”

Reaching his hand up, he ruffled your hair with a reassuring smile. “Of course. Go on, now.” Patting your back one last time, he bumped his side into yours playfully, pushing you forward. “You can do it.”

You pursed your lips one last time, willing the butterflies in your stomach to die down before turning on your heel and making your way through the house. You could do this—yeah, you definitely could! What was the worst that could happen?

You stepped past wild movements and braying laughter, weaving your way through the maze that was Chrissy’s house as your eyes swept over the bustling crowd. You never knew Chrissy lived in such a nice place, but really, you weren’t all that surprised, and you weren’t really complaining. After all, it was a nice party, and more than a great place to celebrate your school’s victory.

Although you would wished that it wasn’t as big as it was, if only so you could actually find Clay.

As you slowly pushed against the torrent of mingling people, your mind began to wander. I wonder if I look okay. Does my hair still look alright after Wilbur messed with it? He better not have ruined it. Or maybe Clay would find it cute? Your face burned, and you shook your head to yourself, muttering under your breath. You weren’t sure anymore, but you could tell that the nerves were starting to get to you.

You found your pushing into the kitchen, nearly toppling over someone’s leg as the dangling lights came into view. Reaching forward, you grabbed onto the counter to balance yourself, blood pumping in your ears. Were parties always this crazy, or was everyone just high off the adrenaline from the game? You couldn’t tell.

It was then that a voice called out over the deafening music echoing in your ears. “Yo, [Y/N]!”

You whirled at the sound of your name, your eyes scanning the kitchen for the owner’s voice before landing on a familiar face leaning up against the counter. “Sapnap?” you said, eyes widening as you walked over.

Sapnap flashed you a welcoming smile, raising his cup to his lips to take a small sip. “Hey,” he said, his voice somehow sailing across the blaring bass, “it’s good to see you. I feel like you never come to parties.”

You nodded, tucking some hair behind your ear as you offered him a sheepish smile, shrugging. “Just thought it would be nice to spend some a night out for once, you get me?” It was right when Sapnap nodded that you gasped, clapping your hands together. “Oh, by the way, have you seen Clay?”

Sapnap paused, fiddling with his cup. “Clay? I’m pretty sure he was with Chrissy out in the backyard.”

He jutted his head toward the glass, sliding door on the opposite side of the room, and you sent him a grateful grin. “Awesome, thanks.” Raising your hand in a wave, you turned. “See you around!”

He raised his cup in return, smiling back at you. “See ya.”

Your anxiety had blossomed into excitement now, a grin tugging at your lips as you leapt around the dining table and grabbed the door handle, sliding it open with a grunt. Stepping outside, you heard the splashing of the pool and bursts of giggles echo around you, washing the dim, evening clouds with a pale, swimming glow. Like the rest of her house, Chrissy’s backyard was big—bigger than you’d have thought. With a pool and a gazebo to boot, you were shocked by how unsurprised you were.

Sapnap said he was out here last time he saw him, you thought, wiping your damp palms on your bottoms. Your heart raged against your rib cage, beating wildly as you sucked in a deep breath. I guess it’s now or nothing.

Plastering a smile to your face, you lifted your head, taking a step forward only for your eyes to catch on someone moving in the gazebo.

Your heart stopped.

Tucked away under the gazebo’s arching roof, there sat Clay, his arm wrapped around Chrissy’s waist as he gazed at her with warm, fond eyes. He dipped his head down to whisper something into her ear, and you could only watch as she giggled, tilting his head down to press her lips against his in a soft, sweet peck.

Your lungs were constricted in your chest, and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Every breath you took felt like a weight of bricks had been set into your bones, your vision hyper focusing on the sight lying a few feet away from you.

Her hands in his. His eyes focused on her. The sound of her laughter, light and pure. The flash of his smile, loving and kind.

He... Clay... and Chrissy...?

It was almost as you had ducked your head into the pool, everyone’s voices sounding murky and unfamiliar. Beside you, you could vaguely make out the conversation of two girls chatting away with one another, their smiles bright and gazes eager.

“Hey,” one murmured, “do you know how long Clay and Chrissy have been together?”

The other paused. “I think he asked her out after they won the game, right when everyone was coming over. Romantic, right?”

There was a gasp. “Really? That’s so cute. They’re perfect together, aren’t they? Head cheerleader with the quarterback—” A dramatic sigh. “—it’s like a movie or something.”

You heard a noise of affirmation. “And they’re both so nice. Like, gosh, no wonder they ended up together.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, your eardrums ringing inside your head. The world suddenly felt like it was a million miles away, like you were hearing everything through a tunnel as you stumbled your way back toward the house. Voices chatted around you and bodies jostled you as you walked, but all you could think about was the thought of Clay’s lips pressed to Chrissy’s, the image burned to the back of your eyelids.

Wilbur, you thought through the jumbled mess of your thoughts. I need to find Wilbur. Where is he?

Someone laughed beside you—it sounded too much like Clay. Everything was too loud, too bright. You were going to be sick.

Just then, a swathe of mustard yellow caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you were turning on your heel, pushing past strangers and acquaintances alike with only one goal in mind. Wilbur was taking to someone you recognized as Eret, the British transfer student from a little while back. They looked like they were getting along well, what with the way Wilbur was smiling, but right now, you couldn’t wait another second to get your best friend’s attention.

The moment you reached him, your hand was already gripping onto his arm, tugging at him. “Wilbur,” you said shakily, feeling like your knees were about to give out, “we need to leave. Right now.”

Wilbur turned, the bright lights making his eyes gleam in the dimness. “Oh, [Y/N], how’d it g—” His smile fell from his face the second his eyes met yours, worry flooding his features. “What happened?”

Your throat felt tight as you curled your fingers tighter into his sweater, the fabric bunching up in your hand. “Wilbur, please.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, then he nodded, his gaze softening. “Okay.” Turning, he sent a quick wave to Eret, muttering some excuse before dipping his head closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “I’ll drive,” he murmured. “Where to?”

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest, a small, tight noise leaving you as your lips struggled to form a sentence. “I don’t know—my house... yours... the park?” You clung to his arm like an anchor, half-feeling like you would drift off into the endless sea without him. “Just... anywhere but here.”

Wilbur scanned your face, his fingers twitching against your backside before he nodded, nudging you forward ever so slightly. “Park it is.”

You were only vaguely aware of being pulled away from the party, walking down the front steps of the house and into the passenger seat of the car as Wilbur turned on the ignition. Your vision grew blurry as you felt hot tears begin to stream down your cheeks, the world outside the car windows turning into a hazy mess of colour and shadows. Inside your chest, you felt the shards of your heart dig against your lungs. Heartbroken didn’t even begin to describe the anguish you felt.

At least you weren’t the one driving.

You kicked your legs back and forth on the squeaky swing set, the loud creaking digging into your skull like a thought you couldn’t shake. Your insides felt heavy underneath your skin, and you felt the back of your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet Wilbur’s, who was standing in front of you, his face contorted in concern as he quietly waited for you to respond. “I...” you began softy, swallowing. “I’m not sure.”

He simply watched you for a moment, then nodded, murmuring a soft, “That’s okay.”

In the distance, you could see a lamppost flickering in the darkness, the light fading in and out of view like it was just barely grappling to stay afloat. A wave of sadness rolled over you at the sight, although you couldn’t name why, as you found yourself opening your mouth, the words tumbling from your lips in incoherent sentences.

“It’s just... I just... I, um. I—” You stopped, letting your eyes fall shut before you managed to whisper, “He was with Chrissy, you know?”

Wilbur froze, his eyes slowly widening as he took in your words. “He was?”

You nodded your head, something cold and broken rattling in your chest at the movement. “Yeah.”

Fury flashed across his face like a wildfire, and he crouched down before you, his jaw clenched tightly. “Even after he asked you if you had plans...” He scowled, cursing under his breath. “What a prick.”

You let out a soft laugh, but it felt forced, the smile immediately slipping off your face the moment you closed your mouth. “He was all over her, you could tell,” you whispered, clutching your arms tighter around yourself. “He was looking at her like... I dunno, like she had done something wonderful, like she was the greatest thing in the world.”

The back of your eyelids stung, and you sucked in a shuddering breath. The hollow hole in the pit of your stomach suddenly didn’t feel so empty anymore as something cold and sad began to pool around your lungs as you continued. “And like, gosh, just... you were right when you said the truth hurts, Will.” Beside you, you saw him since, his expression blurry from the tears starting to fill your eyes. “It hurts. A lot. It really, really does.”

Your hand clutched at the fabric covering your heart, almost as if you were trying to cradle the shattered pieces. “I know I can’t control his feelings, and I shouldn’t have expected anything,” you whispered, “but I just felt like we had something, you know? Like we could have been something. But now it’s all—”

Your voice suddenly cracked, your sentences cut off by an empty, choked out sob. Hot, wet droplets spilled down your cheeks, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your sides trembling. In an instant, Wilbur’s arms wrapped around you, and you felt him tug you into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder while you whimpered.

“Oh, [Y/N]...” he whispered, his hand stroking against your back.

You hiccuped against him, shaking like a leaf as you buried your face into his sweater. “I’m sorry for roping you into this—I really thought I had a chance, but what was I thinking? She’s Chrissy, and I’m just...” You sobbed. “I’m just...”

All of a sudden, Wilbur pulled you back from him, his hands gripping onto your shoulders tightly as his eyes bore into yours. “You’re you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes going wide. Wh-What?

Before you, Wilbur’s fingers dug sternly into your shoulders, his stare unwavering as he spoke clearly and true. “Look,” he said, “I can’t tell you what he was thinking, and I can’t tell you why he did that. But...” He paused for a moment, and you watched his face soften as his tone grew warm.

“I can tell you that he just passed up the best girl in the whole, wide world.”

You felt tears prick your eyes once more, but this time they didn’t burn. “Y-You’re just saying that,” you whined, reaching a hand up to wipe at your eyes.

He shook you gently in his arms, prodding you with his hands. “I’m not, I promise, even if I do think you’re my loser best friend.”

When you laughed this time, it didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it did before. You caught a glimpse of his smile as you pressed the sleeve of your shirt against your eyes, soaking up your tears. “Thanks, Wilbur,” you whispered as you sent him a smile—a real one. “Really.”

He grinned at you, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “Anytime, [Y/N]. Now,” he said, rising to his feet, “how do you feel about getting ice cream?”

You blinked at him, taking in the sight of his glimmering eyes in the light of the shining moon. “Please don’t tell me you’re calling this a celebration.”

He shook his head, but you caught the way his lips twitched in amusement. “No. Sometimes you just get ice cream because it makes you feel better.” He stretched his hand out toward you. “Here.”

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him pull you up from the creaky swing set with a slight huff. Once you let go, you held your palm up toward him, waiting. “I’ll drive.”

He cocked his head at you, slowly pulling your keys out of the pockets of his jeans. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

You shook your head at him, picking the keys up from his palm. “It’s alright.” Tossing them once in your palm, you flashed him a grin. “Hey, if I crash the car, I won’t have to hand in that assignment on Monday.”

Wilbur blinked at you once, then twice. Then, he burst into laughter, clutching at his chest as he keeled over, wiping a tear from his eye as he smacked your arm with his. “You know what?” he gasped between breaths as he stood upright once more. “I’ll pay for ice cream, this time.”

A cheer tore itself from your lips, and you pumped your fist in the air as you went racing down the hill toward your car parked by the sidewalk, the wind whipping at your face. Behind you, you could hear Wilbur shout your name as he chased after you, his voice echoing into the cool, dark night.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought. Clay was happy, and while you weren’t quite there yet yourself, you knew that one day, you would be, too.

After all, while the truth may hurt, it wasn’t all bad, either.

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yootaesowlwrites · 2 years ago

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The Piano - Yoo Taeyang

Warnings: Fluff, slight humour.

W/C: 1.3K

You sit in the studio with Taeyang, watching him as his fingers glide over the keys on the piano, elegantly, that’s how it looked, no matter what type of song he played, it always looks so elegant, you always wanted to learn how to play it, but you didn’t want to invest into a piano just in case you couldn’t find a teacher, he looks up from the keys and smiles when he sees you watching him.

“Come on here,” He softly says, you look up at his face and softly smile at him. “Come,” You get up from the couch you were seated on and make your way towards the piano, he moves to the other side of the bench and pats the open space next to him. “Sit.”

“I thought I would have to stand the entire time,” You tease as you sit down next to him, he softly chuckles and shakes his head. “What a relief then.”

“You just know how to think up nonsense, don’t you?” He asks, this time you giggle. “Adorable,” He mutters. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?” You ask, he reaches for one of your hands that was now resting on your lap. “Tyaaang,” He smiles and moves your hand to one of the keys.

“Play with me?” He softly asks, giving you a slight pout, you look at him, you could feel heat moving up your neck and towards your cheeks.

“I… I don’t know how to play,” You whisper, moving to pull your hand away from his, but he only grips onto it tighter. “Tae…”

“Then let me teach you,” He softly says. “If you want me to,” You look at him, his eyes looking so soft as he stares at you, you slowly nod your head, making his smile widen, he moves your hand closer to the keys. “Do you know anything or is there something you want to learn?”

“I know one song… but it’s not,” You trail off, he leans closer to you and softly pecks your cheek. “Just teach me a new one… it’ll be better,” He nods his head, his gigantic hand covers yours, and he presses his fingers against yours, pressing it down onto the key, you almost pull your hand back as the sound comes from it, he feels your hand pull against his.

“Are you nervous?” His tone soft as he asks, you slowly nod your head and look along the keys on the piano.

“I… you play it so well, and I uh… I might make your ears bleed,” You say, which makes him laugh and softly squeeze your hand.

“Practice, it just takes practice, I wasn’t good when I first started either,” He says, you slowly nod your head. “And there is absolutely no way that you would cause my ears to bleed,” He lifts your hand and brings it up to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles. “We have a smaller piano at home, do you want to go try that one?”

“No, I, maybe… would it be better?” You ask, he could hear the nerves in your tone as you spoke. “Maybe it would be better,” You look away from the keys, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, he releases your hand and cups your cheek, turning your head towards him.

“I think this one is just right,” He says. “But if it looks intimidating, the one at home would work better,” The pads of his fingers felt slightly rough from the guitar he played earlier, yet the hold was gentle. “Don’t tense up, just let it… flow,” You slowly nod your head in his grasp. “We’ll go slow… tiny little kitten steps before taking a leap, okay?” A smile begins forming on your lips. “Remember that lion fact you show me, it’ll be that giant leap,” You giggle and nod your head, starting to feel at ease. “Ready to try?”

“Hmm… little kitten steps you say,” You say, he nods his head and releases your cheek, he carefully takes your hand and moves it over the keys. “You know… I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the piano.”

“Why didn’t you ask?” He asks, “I would have taught you a long time ago,” His nose scrunches as he smiles, and his eyes almost turn into moon crescents.

“You always play so beautifully, I got mesmerised by it,” You say, his smile only widens at your compliment. “Did I feed your ego?” He chuckles and nods his head.

“But it’s okay, you feed it well,” He says. “At least you like it when I play, now I know,” You smile and shake your head. “Okay, we’re going to learn something easy, that won’t require you to move your hands too fast over the keys,” You nod your head, he moves your hand over the keys. ��You’ll start here and just move three keys to the right, I’ll guide your hand, okay?”

“Okay,” You say, he smiles and looks down at the keys, your finger touches the key, and he moves your hand to the next key, he continues to do so until a slow, unrecognisable melody played from the piano, he lifts his head to glance at you, he watched the concentration on your face as you memorise where each key was for the song.

“You’re doing good,” He says, you lift your head as your finger touches the last key. “You can use the piano at home at any time you want.”

“You have faith I won’t break it?” You ask, he releases your hand and throws his arm around you, pulling you into his side, making you giggle.

“I have faith you will quickly learn,” He says, burying his face against the top of your head. “I have faith you won’t do something malicious to it,” You softly smile and snuggle into him. “And one day, we can sit here and play a song together.”

“Okay, whoa, hold up, you’re running way ahead of yourself,” You say, pulling away from his side, he looks at you, a pout on his lips. “I won’t ever be as good as you, so don’t expect that,” He slides his arm more around your shoulders and moves his hand to your mouth, pressing it over your mouth.

“Shh, don’t talk evil like that,” He says playfully. “I can’t believe you dared speak such evil, and here, in front of me,” You watch him with amusement in your eyes. “Don’t ever say such things, ever, promise?” You try to nod your head, but it was proven to be difficult with his hand on your mouth, he brings his other hand between you two. “Pinky promise,” You smile against his hand and lift your hand, bringing it to his, you hook your pinky with his. “Perfect,” He mumbles as he presses his thumb against yours, he slowly slides his hand away from your mouth.

“Can you play something for me now?” You softly ask, he nods his head, his hand falling onto your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

“What do you want to hear?” He asks, moving his hands over the keys.

“Could you play ‘Last Christmas’?” You ask, he nods his head and his fingers begin moving over the keys, the familiar melody quickly fills the room, you watch his fingers move over the keys, trying to memorise it, but the way he was playing caused your mind to drift, and you begin to enjoy it.

“Should I sing for you also?” He asks, you smile and suck your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking about it for a moment. “I can’t believe you need to think about it,” You giggle and lay your head against his broad shoulders.

“Please… if you want to, you don’t have to,” You say, he hums before slowly starting to sing along to the melody, you close your eyes, letting the moment with him sink in, everything felt so right at that moment, it felt like nothing could ruin it, like the time had slowed down for this moment, but you knew it hadn’t, it was then that you realised that you would want to spend the rest of your life with him.

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xmint-conditionx · 4 years ago

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tongue tied | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader, f2l

w/c: 3.5k

summary: you've been best friends with yoongi for almost a decade, and you're hopelessly in love with him. he's the most important person in your life, and you don't want to mess that up, so you can never be anything more... right?

written as a response to a request from the old blog -- the requestor was @yoongi--enthusiast; thanks again for your request, i loved doing it!!! "I had an idea... something based off of the song “tongue tied” with yoongi. I feel like it would be super soft with soft smut... I just think it would be nice to read so can you please wright it 🥺👉👈"

tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, outdoor sex, overall a little angsty but super cute too

a/n: i did not know that there was a song called tongue tied by marshmello before i wrote this so... i hope the person who requested this didn’t mean that song because I wrote this drabble over the grouplove song lmaooo but anyway, here goes! thanks luv, enjoy! also reposted from the old blog!!

Yoongi’s laugh is so beautiful. It’s rare, so when you see it, you soak up everything you can about it. The way his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons, the way his lips curl back putting his gummy smile on bright display. You can swear you see his eyes sparkle.

You are in love with him. You are in love with your best friend.

He makes loving him such an easy thing to do; bringing you into his inner world, showing you the sweet and warm center he conceals from everyone else. The way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way he pouts when he wants a back scratch, all of those little things that make him who he is only deepen your infatuation with him.

You’re with him again this Friday night, making the drive to Bom’s house. It’s been a long week for the both of you; he’s been wrapped up in producing a track and you’ve been nose deep in college textbooks. His track is completed, and your exams are over. It’s safe to say that you both could use a good break.

It’s the end of the spring semester and the weather is going to be gorgeous tonight. The racing summer breeze coming through the open car windows is exhilarating. The sun is setting, and the warm evening light on Yoongi’s dewy skin makes him appear absolutely radiant as he navigates the highway.

You’re just listening to fun little summer jams as you speed off toward the city’s suburbs. Ones with funky little basslines that are easy to groove and sing along to. Ones that make you shout and laugh into the rushing wind. Ones that make you drink in the moment you’re having with Yoongi; ones that make you soak up all of his joy.

And when he steals a sly look your way, one hand still on the top of the steering wheel, you can swear your heart stops.

You’ve loved him as long as you can remember really knowing him. Since you were both 12, bonding over games of tag and basketball and the spilling of secrets to each other. You’d sit beneath the big tree in his backyard and share the snacks you’d bought at the corner store. He’d always let you have the last chocolate.

The only secret you’ve ever kept from Yoongi is the matter of your infatuation, and you are pretty resolute in keeping it that way.

He is the single most important person in your life. He had been there with you through it all; when your parents split up at 13, when your dad got you your first car at 15, when your long time boyfriend cheated on you at 16, when your dream college denied you at 17, when you got a full ride scholarship to a smaller university outside of the city right after that, when you were drugged at a house party at 20, when you were diagnosed with depression at 21, and when you were accepted into your masters program at 22.

You needed him, and because of that, you could never tell him.

You pull into the gates that surround Bom’s neighborhood. Her parents are pretty wealthy, so they live on a golf course. As you pull up into the driveway, you see some other students milling about, catching Frisbee. There’s Eunha, Ireum, Ji-Ah, and Miyeun that you recognize from some of your classes, but there are a few more that you’ve never met.

After a few rounds of drinks and a few lost games of flip cup, you all head outside to the back patio with all of your schoolwork from the year. Bom turns on the bluetooth speaker and sets it on the railing. You take in the night air and gaze up at the sky, wishing there was a shooting star to wish upon.

“Alright, everyone,” Bom begins, “essays and lab reports first, then tests, then miscellaneous homework.” Yoongi helps you dig through your stack to fish out the cursed papers. You all toss the stapled packages into the fire pit, one by one, each hitting with a soft thud. Once everyone has thrown their woes into the pit, Bom tops it with actual firewood and unceremoniously sets the whole lot of it on fire. You gaze into the center of the flame, watching your entire year catch fire. All the hours you spent doing that research project, all the disappointment when your group members wouldn’t follow through. Gone, like it never existed.

Yoongi’s holding your hand in his, and he’s busy drawing little circles with his thumb on your palm. Your head rests soundly on his shoulder, and you sigh into him, comfortable in where you are. The whole group piles in more papers, as you lament about the shitty professors and the shitty group projects and the shitty caf’ food and the shitty grades. Yoongi turns into you and nuzzles gently on your forehead. You feel his soft lips graze your temple, breath warm on your skin, tingles rising through your body, and you’re right where you want to be. Under the moon’s gaze with the person you love.

Before long, the breeze sends a chill through you that even the fire won’t remedy. Yoongi feels your shiver and unceremoniously removes his hoodie and puts it on over you, pulling up the hood and kissing your forehead. You always love when you wear his jackets; they surround you in his warmth, his smell. A smile plays across your lips until you notice Yoongi’s goosebumps.

“Hey,” you pout, “I don't wanna wear this if you’re gonna be cold.”

“I don’t wanna wear it if you’re gonna be cold,” he snaps back, smiling.

“Here,” you say, standing up from your deck chair. You take the step to get you to Yoongi’s chair, and sit in his lap. “This way we can both be warm, yeah?”

It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms firmly around you again, mumbling a “yeah, that’s fine” when you glance at him over your shoulder.

Your attention is called back to the group with Bom asks if you’re going to the Summer Romance Festival by the river next weekend. She’s been pushing you to get yourself out there more. The last time you were in a real relationship was high school, after all.

“I’d love to go; I hear they have the most beautiful fireworks display,” you start, “but I don’t think I will this year.”

“Well,” Bom says, “Why not?!”

“Because I don’t have a date, Bom!” you say, covering your face in the sweater paws you’ve made from Yoongi’s hoodie. “I don’t think I could find one in enough time.”

“Ya, just get Yoongi to go with you! You already do everything together anyway,” Eunha quips.

You notice that the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest has stopped.

“Hey, you know we’re just friends, right Yoongi?” you look to him for backup.

The man nods, looking down and to the left.

“Okay,” Ireum speaks up, “In that case, do you want to go with me?”

“Wait, what?” you say.

“Do you want to go to the Summer Romance Festival with me? As a date?”

Yoongi tenses beneath you.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you breathe, “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. We can even get dinner before we go. Not too much, though. I’ll want to get us a treat from one of the dessert stalls.” Ireum says with a soft smile.

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him, “Okay. We’ll go together.”

Yoongi stirs beneath you. “Hey, can you get off of me?”

“What, why?” you pout.

“I said get off.”

“Yoongi, wh--”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish before he abruptly stands up, forcing you to catch yourself. When you look back at him, he’s walking toward the French doors that lead back into the house.

“Ya! What was that about?”

He keeps walking. You storm after him and slam the door, trapping you both inside.

“Yoongi, I’m talking to you! What’s your fucking problem?”

He whirs around.

“Oh, I have a problem?”

“Well, it sure seems like it.” you spit back, hands on your hips.

“Why don’t you go talk about it with your date, huh?” he says, gesturing out the window to Ireum. “Don’t you have some details to work out? He gonna pick you up? You gonna let him hold your hand? On your nice little extra special romantic date? I guess I’ll just fuck right off and leave you two alone, yeah? That’s what you want, cause we’re just friends and all.”

“Yoongi, we… are friends! You’re my best friend!”

“Did you ever for a second think that I could want more?”

“What?!”

“I fucking love you, Y/N! Isn’t it obvious?! I’ve loved you since the 7th grade. You remember when we played spin the bottle at Ha-joon’s house? Do you remember when you kissed me?”

“Yoongi…”

“No, let me finish. Do you remember the frat party we crashed junior year? Remember when we got up onto the roof and made out until we fell asleep? And then you weren't there when I woke up so I walked back to my dorm and then we just pretended it never happened? What the fuck was that, Y/N?!”

You reach for his arm, but he backs up, flinching away from you.

“I am so in love with you it hurts!”

“Yoongi.”

“But I guess if that guy can make you happy, then whatever,” he sighs.

“Yoongi.”

“Go on your little date and have fun and I’ll just go write some more goddamn songs about you--”

“Yoongi!”

He stills, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly, easing toward him, “I had no idea. I left the roof to go inside and get you some water. When I came back, you were gone. You had been drinking a lot that night… and I felt really bad because… I thought I had taken advantage of you… Ever since I first kissed you at Ha-joon’s house, I wanted to do it again. And again. And, you looked so good that night and up on the roof when you were laughing about the quarterback I just… I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I thought surely you didn’t want to actually be kissing me.”

“Why the fuck would I have kissed you back, then?”

“You were drunk, and I--” you’re cut off when he grabs your wrist.“I have wanted to kiss you every time I’ve seen you since you first kissed me,” he says, glancing down at your lips. ”I want to kiss you right now.”

You take no time in closing the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing desperately. You’ve tasted his kiss before, but this time feels different. His hands are winding through your hair, pulling you deeper into his kiss. You moan against his mouth, and he responds with his tongue teasing your lips, asking for entry. You grant it, and he explores. One of his hands holds your jaw, the other still intertwined with your hair. His tongue runs along your bottom lip before he sucks it in, drawing out a small whimper from you. Taking his hand from your jaw, he runs it down your neck and décolleté and then down over your stomach and latches it on your hip, sinking his fingers into your skin. He gives your hair a small tug, just enough to break the kiss and expose your neck. He breaks off and trails kisses up your jawline and then onto your neck, speaking in between kisses.

“You have… no idea how… much I’ve… wanted to tell… you everything,” he breathes onto your neck, and you feel a heat pooling in your panties.

“Please, Yoongi…” you say as you begin to run one hand under his shirt. He stops kissing and looks up at you with the softest expression.

“What is it?” he asks as he grabs both of your hands in his, bringing one of them up to his mouth to sprinkle kisses along your fingers.

“You…” you begin and sigh, “you have no idea how much I want you.”

He stills.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, I just…” he trails off, eyes getting lost in the way his jacket is draped on your figure.

Him eyeing you up doesn’t make it any better.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you say, eyes pleading up at him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

After a beat, he sighs.

“Neither of us are waiting another minute,” he says, landing a quick peck on your lips and going across the room to the couch, grabbing the throw blanket that rests on the arm.

“Come on, I have an idea,” he says, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the front door, across the street, through someone’s back yard until you reach the top of a hill on the side of a fairway. You watch as he scans the area, holding the blanket tight. His gaze lingers on two hills near the green of whatever hole this is, where there are a few more trees and hills to block you from the sightline of those second story windows. He looks at you, eyes asking the question. You smile and nod, and that’s all he needs.

He tugs your hand and you both go running down the fairway, laughing along the way. Once you reach your spot, he quickly puts down the blanket and lays on it. You’re still standing at his feet, hands fiddling with the ends of the jacket sleeves.

He smiles up at you and holds his arms up in your direction and says, “come here, beautiful,” while doing little grabby hands.

You slowly walk up to where he’s laying and sit on top of his hips, feeling how hard he already is. His hand rests on your hip underneath the fabric of his jacket, the other holding the side of your face.

“Let me see you,” he says with a tinge of whine in his voice, and that gives you an idea.

You reach under the still zipped jacket and fiddle around. Yoongi looks up at you befuddled, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as he tries to figure out what’s going on. When your hands emerge, one is holding your strapless bra and the other is holding the halter top you had been wearing. You can’t believe you managed to unzip the back by yourself.

You throw the garments to the side, and watch as understanding hits his face. His eyes glaze over and he licks his lips, clearly shaken up by your little trick.

He carefully dips his fingers below the waistband of your shorts and eases them down. You put your weight on him and give him a few kisses as he continues to move them down your legs. Once they too have been tossed to the side, you sit back up, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He gently reaches up to the zipper of the jacket and begins to slowly pull it down, letting the cool night air in. You feel your nipples harden at the exposure to both the night air and Yoongi’s hungry eyes. He swallows and licks his lips as he runs his eyes over every new inch of you that is revealed. Memorizing your form, your perked nipples, the way your chest rises with each anxious breath.

He reaches back up to the collar and eases one shoulder of fabric off. You move to take the rest off despite the cold, but he stills your hand with his.

“Keep it on, please. I love seeing you wear my clothes,” Yoongi says, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles as you slowly grind your still covered core on his length. He groans in frustration, his pants getting tighter. You let go of his hand and run your fingers up beneath his white cotton v-neck, his ab muscles flinching under your touch. You help him remove his shirt, taking in the way his pale skin shines under the moonlight.

Seeing you look at him makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you think it’s time to provide him some relief.

You scoot back and start to undo his belt, getting low and staring up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches when you make eye contact with him, and then it starts to pick up as you undo the button and zipper. You shimmy down the denim, but leave his black boxer-briefs where they are.

You come back up to the waistband after releasing his jeans, and you take the elastic in between your teeth. You tug them down with your teeth while your hands pull them on the sides. His erection springs free, and he sucks in a fast breath when his cock meets the cool air. You take the opportunity to let your warm breath ghost over his throbbing cock, coaxing a deep groan from Yoongi. He puts his hand to your cheek, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t think I can last if you put me in your mouth, baby girl. We can do head next time,” Yoongi says, and your heart soars at the pet name. You ease back up so that you’re straddling him once more, and reflexively start to grind on him again.

“Please let me take care of you. Look how wet you are,” he says, running his fingers over your clothed slit, dipping one finger in to collect a bit of slick. He tastes his finger and says. “Yeah, we’re definitely going to need to do head next time.”

You blush at the thought of him buried between your thighs, vulgarly slurping up everything you have to give him. You clench just thinking about it, and Yoongi notices. He pulls your panties to the side, takes the head of his cock and presses it to your clit, teasing your entrance. His precum mixes with your wetness, and you can’t resist him any more. You’ve resisted him for years, and you’re done.

You slowly ease yourself down on his cock, only making it halfway down before you have to wait for you to adjust. You both look at each other; Yoongi’s jaw is set and his eyebrows are furrowed together. Your mouth drops open as you raise and lower yourself again, feeling the delicious stretch that accompanies it. You bottom out and begin setting a slow and gentle pace.

Your body is rolling steadily, moonlight creating beautiful shadows on your body as you take him in over and over. As many times as you’ve dreamed of this, you still didn’t fathom it being this good or it feeling this right.

Yoongi is everything you had imagined he would be and then some. The way he is looking up at you, the way his soft little moans escape every time you bottom out, the way his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your dripping heat enveloping him. Perfection.

He takes his hands and trails them up the curve of your waist, stopping just below your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples, making you shudder and arch your back, pushing your chest into his hands. He palms them, kneading little circles around your areolas.

You lean forward, putting your weight on him again, and he meets you eagerly with another kiss. He wraps his arms around your back, keeping himself under the jacket, and you pick up the rhythm. Yoongi scratches his nails all the way down your back. Once he gets to your ass, he cups it, squeezing gently. You place your forehead against his, and your eyes meet.

“Y/N,” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you look so beautiful on top of me like this. Please let me see this sight for the rest of my life.” You whimper at the praise, and pick up the pace.

“Please,” he continues, small grunts mixing in with his words, “Don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend like this never happened. Please... don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

“Not a chance, Yoon. I can never let you go. You’re everything to me. You’ve always been.”

“Baby, I am so close. Can I--”

“Come with me, Yoongi. Let’s do it together,” you say. Yoongi’s hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting up into you with an unrelenting pace. At this angle, you can feel his head graze against your cervix with each thrust, sending white spots in your vision.

You both reach your end at the same time, breaths mingling as you come down from your highs. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat gradually slow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head and sighs into your hair.

“So…” he begins, “do you wanna go to the festival with me?” Yoongi asks.

“Are you gonna pick me up? Let me hold your hand? Have a nice little special romantic date?” you fire back, trying your best to sound like him. You sit up on your arm, letting your hair hang over to one side, and watch the light dance in his eyes as he laughs.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I might even get us a little snack from one of the desert vendors.”

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danddymaro · 3 years ago

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Meetings Under The Moonlight | Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader

A/N : Just a little idea that I've had. It wont be long though, and will continue family bullshit because I like nonsensical drama.

- This piece includes two parts

Word Count : 957

Meetings Under The Moonlight

She stared up at the raven-haired noble through half-lidded (e/c) colored eyes.

Glittering with an undine love, they focused on him and his entire physique, admiring him wholeheartedly as though it was her last and only chance to capture the sight of him. And while he'd always been beautiful in her eyes, he held a more sensuous radiance that night, as though there were something special during this particular meeting.

During then, he stared down at her, the familiar impassive glance that was always shot towards the rest of the world somewhat slacked. And to her, he seemed almost content, and in a sense, at peace, something she liked to believe within the furthest depths of her being was just because of her.

‘ Byakuya,' she thought with a soft smile, one that held the lightest touch of sorrow that was well hidden to hide her internal torment, because she just couldn't let him see even the slightest bit of her true heart.

Because when he did, she knew it would all be over.

If he truly grasped as to how much she truly felt for him then perhaps it would all end, whether it was because of guilt, or the burden of her asking him for more, he would make sure to cut her off completely.

All in all, she was certain that she could never hope for more.

Through her dark, wet lashes she couldn't help but admire the beautiful man, relishing in the thought that for just that moment she was above anything else to him.

For just that moment, he let go of the obligations and order that made him so ridged.

Spellbound, she gazed at him with eyes that didn't stray, capturing his very image with a mind that would never forget, even if, somehow, the beautiful moment, one day, turned bitter.

As her back touched the cold floor, she closed her (e/c) colored eyes, her low breaths extended into long huffs that were on the brim of fulfillment.

And as he came closer, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her nose within a silken curtain of sable, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance with ecstasy, inhaling in the sweet smell of his milky neck.

The faint blossom color that bloomed over his cheeks glowed of not embarrassment, but of arousal, that much was clear by the seductive, certain way his fingers grazed over her sensitive womanhood.

She suddenly cried out as his long, elegant fingers lightly touched her, grazing her in a way that was teasing and ghosting, almost as though to remind her that while he was there, the true touch of his full affection was not.

"Byakuya," She muttered softly, her words barely above a whisper, hardly even constituting as eligible speak with how airy her voice had gone.

Perhaps it was the way that he sweetly touched her that made her melt so much, or maybe it was the fact that during those meetings, she could refer to him as his actual name and not any of his titles.

On that night there were many factors that played that left her bare, vulnerable enough to let slip something she hadn’t,

"Byakuya..." she said again, repeating his name with bliss, " I love you..." she whispered against his skin, her warm breath fanning over his perspiring skin like the soft summer breeze.

At the admittance, rather than offering her a response formed with words, he claimed her lips again, and as he did he let the moment last longer.

He then drew back almost hesitantly, all while never tearing his midnight-toned eyes from her glittering ( e/c) ones.

' If this night could be more perfect.' She started absentmindedly, ' I would wake up right next to you the following morning.' She added while weaving her fingers through his silken strands of ink.

By then his hands were on either side of her head while his piercing gaze remained unmoved, focused on her expressive face, particularly her (e/c) colored orbs.

His body then jerked forward, drawing a long pleasured mewl from her, filling the night with lustful sounds that replaced her sweet breaths and honeyed voice.

The dark-haired man then threw his head back, letting a low groan slip past him as his hands found their way to her hips.

Possessively, they dug their nails into her, quickly drawing small, crescent indents into the (s/c) colored flesh as he delivered one, final push full of force and aggression.

There was then a moment of stillness, one that was filled with only panting breaths that slowly steadied as they gently fell back from their floating cloud of bliss.

It wasn’t long before she felt his hold loosen, and by then she knew their moment together was over.

Afterward, he was as silent as always, and without a word, or so much as a single utter that could be mistaken as a hum of acknowledgment, he left.

And she expected nothing more, already knowing the routine. However, in spite of all the anticipated disappointment, there existed a part of her that yearned for change.

It hoped that one day he'd at the very least, turn back to look at her.

As time progressed she was certain he'd returned to his home, leaving her lonesome, left with nothing but the smell of him stuck on her clothing, melted onto her skin, and burned into her memory.

"If the night could be more perfect..." She started, lowly murmuring the words as she stared out into the outside world,

"You'd stay..." she breathed, finally able to release the pitiful tears that had been held throughout their moment together and that she only had the courage to release once he was far gone.

Far off to the corner of her eye, she saw a bright luminescence.

The sharp crescent in the sky glowed, smiling down at her with kindness, and perhaps pity as well because if anyone knew the man better, it was the forlorn moon.

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- Let’s give this a bit more time, shall we?

A/N: This is after a time skip

Word Count : 903

Includes some Kisuke x Reader (But it’s truly platonic and just something sweet.)

Waiting beneath the same night

She touched her swollen belly with a tender hand, and during then nothing but a soft hum sounded from her.

Looking up at the illuminated moon, she couldn't help but let stray tears fall from her glowing cheeks,

‘I would start off and ask how you are... But I know already.’ She started as a bitter smile rose.

‘ Right now you're sitting alone in your office, working relentlessly…

You're working, no doubt not missing any bit of me.

Working, fulfilling your duties, duties much more important than I could ever be.

Duties which make you unattainable...’

She continued before A shallow breath left her.

The soft, melodic tune she'd mindlessly conjured was then interrupted, and she gritted her teeth, holding back what would have been a heavy, choked sob that threatened to break through the tranquility of the night.

Forcibly swallowing it down, she sniffled instead, choosing to incline her head back whilst closing her eyes, hoping to hold back any escaping tears.

‘ I can never stop thinking of you…’ She admitted with lament, ‘And it breaks me,’ She confessed.

‘Because I know you’ve lived your life well off without me...because let’s face it,

This was no doubt what you wanted.’

She thought with resentment, only imagining the relief that the captain felt after she'd departed and found refuge in the world of the living.

‘The only one ever in love was me,

The only one of us that ever convinced themselves that it could have been anything more...was me.’

“ Byakuya Kuchiki... How I despise you,” She susurrated, knowing fully well that while her words could, from time to time hold venom, they lacked certainty.

Otherwise, she wouldn't wait for him.

Because, if it were any different, she wouldn't stare up at the dark sky, speaking to every face the moon had, hoping that during one of those conversations he'd step forward.

Gently, he'd caress her face before falling in.

Afterward, he’d whisk her away, beneath the same moonlight they’d kissed, beneath the same lonely night they’d always lay together, he'd find her and bring her close.

And it was all she needed because she didn't ask for much but the simple admittance that she meant something more to him.

'Just coming here. Just searching for me.' She started, 'Byakuya, simply missing me would be enough,' She thought pitifully, well aware that she should ask for so much more out of someone she would be willing to give the world to.

'I just need to know I fit somewhere in your heart,' she thought with sadness.

“ - I see you're out here again,” said a cheery voice, one that was very familiar to her, and had been something of comfort throughout the last few months.

Her (e/c) colored eyes then made way to the silhouette and recognized the former captain who hadn’t changed since his days in the soul society, and who remained the same man afterward.

“ Kisuke,” (f/n) said softly, hiding her wet face beneath the curtain of her loosely flowing hair that had been rustled through her sleepless turning.

He sat next to her and grinned down at her with a cheeky smile, seemingly ignoring her expression that was filled with melancholy, instead, offering his same playful and uplifting mood without a falter,

“ Come now, you're too cute to be making that face again, “ he said while addressing the crestfallen look he knew was adorning her, because he knew why she came out, and especially why she stared up at the night sky so much.

"It's lovely isn't it?" He asked her, encouraging a smile with his own.

Looking away, she let an involuntary smile escape her as she nodded her head,

“It always is,” she answered back, wholeheartedly believing it.

'And it stings,' She inwardly added.

He took a quick glance towards her face, catching the sight of the glistening tears before watching as she whipped them away.

A placid smile was then over her lovely lips, and with sympathetic hazel eyes, he watched her lean her head onto his shoulder.

"That's why I stay out here," she lied, not knowing why she bothered to put up a front because she knew it wasn't convincing, especially not for a man as observant as he was.

"I know," he said back, "I just wish that you'd ask for company. You know I wouldn't mind," he said with sincerity, being true when he said he wouldn't be bothered by it if she asked.

"I know..." she said back, "Next time, I will." (f/n) muttered back to him.

Quietly, he looked up at the sight she held dear, and while he did so he felt her tired body slump, absentmindedly smiling at how precious she was.

‘I know that tomorrow you'll be out here again,’ He thought to himself, recognizing it was all just routine. 'You'll be out here all alone,' he added with a touch of gloom, wishing she would just share a fraction of her lamenting with him because in her state it wasn't healthy.

‘And I guess I have no choice,' he thought with an inaudible sigh, ‘I'll have to do this again, at least until it breaks... until you just let someone in. ' He added while moving slowly.

He moved gingerly, careful not to disturb her as he cradled her.

He then carried her, being careful as he moved her back into her room, leaving her there once he left her one last look of sympathy.

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yoshkeii · 4 years ago

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"𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜"

࿐ character(s): Oikawa Tooru

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: imagine | scenario

࿐ requested by: anon

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ ‘hii could i maybe request oikawa or iwaizumi with a s/o (he/him) who volunteers regularly at a animal rescue center and he takes oikawa (or iwaizumi) with him one day and shows him around and introduces him to his fav rescueshave a nice rest of your day/night :))’

A/N: i realized i didn’t have this request drafted and thought i lost it AHHHHHH- im sorry if these requests are l a t e creativeblock says no.

Oikawa stood outside of the gym, finally getting done with practice for the night. He was often the one staying way later than his teammates but this time he agreed with Iwaizumi to stay with him so he can lock up the gym. While he waited for his boyfriend, l/n y/n to join him at the gym.

The light was still on within the gym, casting a warm light on Oikawa’s back. His breath was clearly seen in the winter cold air, hands shoved in his pockets of his track jacket and face snuggled into a red scarf that was given to him from y/n as a gift. He stared up at the peeking moon over the roof of one of the school’s building, its at its waning crescent with some bright stars littering the dark sky.

“Ah- ‘kawa sorry for letting you wait out in the cold..!” a h/c male called out as he was jogging towards Oikawa. he looked at him, the school uniform still signaled he hasn’t left the campus similar to himself.

“Thought you left home to change? Did you lie to me y/n~?” Oikawa hummed teasingly.

“I-.. Kinda?? B-but I didn’t mean too of course! I had to help out with something” he laughed softly, fixing the light brown scarf Oikawa gave him as soon as winter started. “..it’s really cold though.. you really sure you wanna go with me?”

“Of course! You always talked about bringing me one day anyways- why’s my animal lover backing out now~?”

“S-shut up.. let’s hurry on then-” y/n spoke before taking Oikawa’s hand with his own. Fingers easily entwining with eachothers as he started to walk, making the messy bronzed hair boy to pursuit after the h/c one.

“So eager~”

“Shut it, shittykawa!”

“Aye- you’ve been around Iwa-chan too much honey!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The walk to the shelter was rather normal. Having the usual banter of Oikawa nagging you with his flirts, retorts, and pick-ups. You flustering up on occasion and hitting him softly. Just like the many walks you had together before but instead walking home together... or the same way at least.

“Are you excited to meet some of the rescues, ‘kawa?” you broke the cold silence as you unlocked the shelter’s door. Holding the door open for him to walk on in first and so he did happily, turning on the lights from the switch next to the doorway like you told him.

“Honestly.. I really am.” he softly muttered.

“Really!?” your eyes shimmered slightly in thrill as you bounced a little on your feet.

Oikawa blinked, his heart had skipped a fucking beat at your reaction. you were so adorable with something your passionate about, and he knew, knew you were passionate about volunteering at local shelters. he found you oddly and coincidently like a puppy, a tail wagging in excitement from a passionate hobby. in general, loving animals of all kinds and rescuing them made him swoon for you more. “..y-yeah..” he stuttered, a familiar warming heat flushing his face.

He watched you scurried off down a hallway before he followed behind slowly, gazing at the cute painted walls of pawprints, puppies, and cats. seeing the hanged decorations and drawings made by little kids who came to visit to see the animals too. the sudden couple of barks made Oikawa jump as the door at the end of the hall was slightly open, a light pouring into the dimly light hallway. approaching the doorway he opened it slowly to find you petting blueish-gray pitbull puppy, cooing at it like it was child.

A Labrador Retriever slipping past Oikawa’s legs sniffing him which made him tensed quickly, but watching the dog do so. “Uh-uh..?”

You looked over at him, seeing the retriever “Oh! That’s Bear, he’s one of the eldest within this shelter- by that I mean.. uh.. the one of the longest sheltered?? He’s really really sweet too and look! His tail is wagging babe, he likes you already~” you laughed lightly a beaming smile across your face distracted Oikawa as he was already knelt down petting Bear, slowly stopping as he admired you as the Pitbull ran around you to catch your attention instead. “H-hey okay okay- everyone’s excited since you’re here ‘kawa”

“Wanna go meet a few more?” you stood up and looked over at your boyfriend, catching him staring. “Hey, stop staring- the dogs want attention too!” you joked.

“Well..” he had stood up aswell, stepping towards you and planting a kiss on your lips. “..seeing my boyfriend being so cute with animals..” another kiss, “..seems to catch aaallll my attention right now.”

his hands were softly on your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. his amber eyes staring back at your e/c ones, blush deepening on both of your faces. before Oikawa could give another kiss, Bear barked at you both.

“Bear-! We w-were in a moment!!” Oikawa whined childishly.

his response earned a laugh from you, “..it’s okay Tooru~” you softly gave him a peck on the cheek, slipping out of his grip and holding out a hand to him.

“Shall we meet the others before heading home?”

“I’d rather have your attention on me.. than the dogs- but fine. Anything for my prince”

#at-dusk;- 🌆#folder 📁;- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞 #oikawa tooru x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #x male reader #oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #imagine #scenario

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Different but the Same (pt. 19)

tw: crying, anxiety, insecurities, fear of loss

Word count: 4.1k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 19: comfort

Her foot bounced, eyes flitting from the rallying ball, to her boys, to the clock. The whistle blew, a sigh of relief leaving her. They had easily won back to back sets, and now she’d have just enough time to catch the last bit of the Seijoh match.

“Congratulations on your win.” She bowed to them before looking at Coach Saito. “I’ll take my leave now, Coach.”

“Have fun, (L.Name)-chan.” He smiled, giving her a nod.

As (Name) turned to race off, a voice called out, rooting her there. “I will come with you.”

Olive eyes met (e/c) orbs as she hesitated for a moment longer. “I would like to see how Karasuno plays.”

The Omega nodded before walking away, picking her way through the crowds. Behind her, Ushijima was stopped left and right by reporters congratulating him on his win, asking him questions about U19 and his expectations for his post-graduate life. (Name) ignored it, easily finding herself beside the crowd of teal, picking a spot near the railing as she eagerly watched her mate play. Satisfaction filled her - it had been too long since she was able to support him. Peeling off her Shiratorizawa jacket and shoving that into her duffel, she switched into her teal Aoba Johsai jacket - thankful that she was wearing black leggings instead of the maroon track-suit she typically would have to wear.

Brown eyes looked up into the crowd, easily finding hers. (Name) cupped her mouth, cheering loudly for her pack-mates who glanced up at her during their time-out. Mattsun gave her a lopsided grin along with a cheeky wave. The underclassmen all waved, giving her various thumbs-up and nods. Oikawa had his eyes closed, sitting apart from his packmates in order to retain his focus. Iwaizumi nodded at her, not showing any sign of emotion but she could tell. Love, appreciation, and gratitude pulsed through her body. (Name) cheekily sent him a flying kiss, causing the male to roll his eyes at her though his heart fluttered at the sight. The whistle blew, ending the time out and the match continued.

******

(Name)’s jaw dropped as she leaned over the railing - watching in shock as the ball bounced. The whistle blew and she was gone, racing down the stairs towards the court. How did they get better so quickly? Her heart ached, knowing how badly her pack-mates wanted this. Her mark pulsed with anguish, causing her footsteps to quicken. She ducked into the court, ignoring the signs and ignoring the people as she launched herself into Iwaizumi’s arms. He buried his face into her hair, shoulders shaking slightly. The hot droplets splashed down and soaked her shirt.

Loud slaps hit his back as he lurched in her grip - the scents of his pack-mates washing over them. “Go greet the audience,” she murmured. “I’ll be with the coaches.”

Iwaizumi’s grip tightened over her, squeezing her almost painfully as reluctance filled his senses. He didn’t want to lose himself when they separated - needing her to ground himself. (Name) pressed a dainty kiss to his cheek, scenting him slightly. “You’ll be okay,” she cooed into his ear before she stepped away. Iwaizumi nodded, fists clenching as he made his way to stand along the rest of his team - his mate slipping away to stand beside the coaches.

“Thank you!” The boys chirped in varying degrees of emotional turmoil - bowing to the audience members. As soon as he had straightened up, she was right beside him once more. Her hands clasped over Iwaizumi’s as they made their way off of the court, squeezing it tightly as their fingers intertwined. Her thumb swirled around the crescent-moons he’d absent-mindedly left on his palms.

Iwaizumi blinked furiously, looking down at his mate who kept her face neutral and forward. He was thankful for her - for her calmness. His own emotions ran rampant, making it difficult for him to steady himself as he plopped along beside her. She had been beside him through every single victory, through every single loss. Love blurred his eyes as he pulled her closer, squeezing back. (Name) leaned her body into his, subtly scenting him while they walked.

“I love you,” he murmured for her ears only.

“And I love you.”

She pressed her plush lips against his knuckles, their marks pulsing with warmth and affection. (Name) shifted, looking back to the rest of her packmates just as another third-year threw himself at Iwaizumi, dragging him away from her grasp. Her heart leapt as she looked at their interaction, a small smile on her face.

The Omega went towards the first-years, standing beside Kumini and Kindaichi. “You did well.”

Kindaichi jumped, a shiver running down his spine. “I didn’t know you were here, (Name)-san.”

“Of course, how could I miss my boys' play?” She teased, sadness and pity in her eyes as the sorrow in Kindaichi’s eyes.

He shrugged, averting his eyes and staring at his sneakers.

“C’mon, let’s go get ramen! Oikawa’s treat,” (Name) announced, turning to face the rest of her pack.

“Hey!” Oikawa protested, frowning.

“You missed your serves,” Makki teased, his face lightening up. He knew what (Name) was doing. Typically whenever the team faced a loss, the Omega would host dinner at the apartment and she would invite the rest of the pack over to make sure they were well-fed and resting instead of punishing themselves.

Kyotani blew past the pack, storming off in the direction of the gym doors. (Name) made a move to go after him, knowing that he wasn’t used to playing in tournaments like the rest of the pack was when a hand grabbed her shoulder. “Let him go.” She looked back, staring into Mattsun’s hooded eyes. “We all cope differently.”

She frowned but nodded. “Let’s go then, yeah?”

(Name) linked arms with Mattsun and Makki, leading the duo towards the doors of the stadium as the rest of the pack trickled on behind them. Iwaizumi walked with Oikawa, making up the rear as everybody else followed.

Upon entering the restaurant, (Name) sat down at the table, offering the seat to Kindaichi and Kumini who slid in. Iwaizumi and Mattsun occupied the other seats beside her, Iwaizumi resting his chin on her shoulder as he took the time to breathe in her soothing scent. All throughout the meal, (Name) was ordering them food, ensuring that they were eating and drinking water as she helped keep their minds off of their woes. She constantly reminded them of how well they had played, mentioning things she noticed that had changed from the first time she’d seen them play until now. When Kindaichi started crying, she scooted closer, letting the male cry into her shoulder as she kept offering him napkins in order to wipe his streaming nose. Iwaizumi watched, resting his head on his palm as exhaustion washed over his entire body. He kept fading in and out mentally, too tired to even think about what had happened as the realisation of the loss really settled.

This wouldn’t be the end, not for him.

Not by a long-shot.

*****

“Haji?”

The Omega asked hesitantly as he unlocked the door to their apartment. She had returned first, letting Iwaizumi and the rest of the third years play together one last time at the Seijoh gym as she made her way home. (Name) knew that they needed this last chance to themselves.

Iwaizumi stood in the doorway, glossy eyes staring out. (Name) could only imagine the thoughts, the self-doubt that coursed through Iwaizumi’s head and veins. Sorrow pulsed through their shared marks, causing tears to well up in her own eyes at the borrowed emotion.

Silently she took Iwaizumi’s hand, tugging him towards the bedroom. (Name) pushed Iwaizumi to sit down on the edge of the bed, tugging on his shirt so that he could change. They could shower and change the sheets tomorrow. Now, she needed to comfort her mate. As she stood next to him, her arms draped over his arms, Iwaizumi turned to bury his face into her stomach. Hot tears mixed with sweat as it dripped down his face.

“I couldn’t do it,” he muttered. Her heart clenched. “How could I be an ace if I couldn’t even score that last point for my team?”

“Haji-”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be with me,” he whines softly, the sound breaking both of their hearts. “Maybe you do deserve to be with Ushijima instead of me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

He leaned up, his dark brown eyes meeting hers. The silvery streaks of tears cascading down his face.

“You deserve to be with a real Alpha. Not someone who-”

“I want to be with you. I deserve to be with my bond-mate,” (Name) said firmly as she pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. The salt of his sweat filling her senses as his pine scent dampened. “And my bond-mate deserves to be happy. Who was it that said that being good in volleyball meant having six strong players? You’re a strong player, Haji.”

“But I-”

“You did your absolute best and there’s nothing more you could do about it.”

As the Omega held Iwaizumi closer, his shoulders began to shake.

“C’mon, let’s get some rest, okay?”

Iwaizumi buried his face into his arms, curling into himself. (Name) frowned slightly, taking a seat beside him and wiggling into his arms. He tightened his grip around her shoulders, but refused to look at her. “Hey, you can’t get rid of me so quickly,” she murmured softly.

“Who said I was trying to get rid of you? You’d probably get rid of me first.”

“Hajime.”

He flinched at the sudden use of his full name, peeling his face away from his arms and looking at her. “Who am I bonded to?”

Iwaizumi swallowed. “Me.”

“You know what that means right?”

“That you’re my mate.”

“And how long will you be my mate for?”

“Always.” He replied softly, unshed tears finally spilling as he buried his face into her hair, holding her face close to his chest.

“That’s right.” (Name) gently covered his chest with kisses, her arms tightening around him. “And I’m yours, for now and always, okay?”

“I love you, (Name).”

“And I love you, Haji.”

*****

“Stay close, we don’t want to lose you.”

“Yeah, not again,” Semi snickered beside her, throwing his arm around her.

(Name) rolled her eyes, shoving his arm off. “That was your own damn fault, Semi. You should’ve told them where I went.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The pack filed into the gym, Ushijima leading the way. It appears like Karasuno had arrived first. Her eyes scanned them. They were definitely a bunch of misfits. But these were the boys who had knocked her mate out of the running? Stolen his last chance to go to nationals? Anger flashed through her, disappearing as quickly as it had come. (Name) shook her head. As much as she knew that Iwaizumi hated Shiratorizawa and probably disliked Karasuno for beating them, perhaps Karasuno would be a sharp wake-up call for everyone.

“They beat Seijoh?” Semi asked, standing beside her and looking over her shoulder as they examined them. They both blinked in shock as the orange ball of energy leapt into the air, slamming a sharp spike straight down.

“This is going to be an interesting match,” she muttered, meeting Semi’s brown eyes.

He shrugged. “We’ll overcome them. We always do.”

“Didn’t you lose at nationals?”

“Hey! Players at nationals are very different,” Semi protested.

She chuckled, patting his chest. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Semi-Semi.”

The male opened his mouth to protest only for Washijo to summon them. ‘We’ll talk about this later,’ he mouthed to her as he joined the rest of the pack.

*****

They shouldn’t have underestimated them.

All throughout the match, she couldn’t help but be impressed by Karasuno’s sheer tenacity, the amount of dedication and pressure that they had placed on the Shiratorizawa pack. It was clear that they had managed to rile up even Tendou, which was difficult to do to begin with.

“I hate them,” Tendou growled, glaring over at the Karasuno pack as they rested. He sat on the bench with (Name), leaning his head against her shoulder. She patted his head affectionately, silently agreeing. Ushijima drank water, resting his legs as he tried to keep his focus.

“You’re doing well, all of you,” (Name) soothed. “Don’t let them rile your feathers up, okay?”

“Just need to break their hearts,” Tendou muttered. “Destroy them.”

“You go do that, ‘Tori.”

The whistle blew, sending them all back into their respective positions. The Omega stared at the scoreboard, frowning. Karasuno had many tricks up their sleeves, but ultimately this would become a game of endurance. As a team that’s reached Nationals so many times, it’d be easy for Shiratorizawa to beat them. She had to hold out hope that this would be the case.

But of course, life loves to throw curve-balls as the fifth set dragged on longer and longer. Beside her, Washijo’s face was set into a deep frown. It was evident that he was deep in thought.

“I always thought that strength would prevail over everything else. That’s how it’s always been and how it always will be.” Washijo’s fists clenched. “A team of Alphas is better than a misfit team with no clear strategies or strength.”

(Name) jolted, startled at the sudden confession. She mused her thoughts carefully, the words heavy on her tongue. “Perhaps with the new generations, that will prove differently. We cannot always remain stuck in our ways otherwise we cannot progress as people, as a society.”

He clicked his tongue, crossing his arms as he stared at the court. “You’ve been a good influence on the team.”

The Omega blinked, surprised at the sudden confession. She waited for more, until it was evident that he wouldn’t say more on the matter. She swallowed, nodding. “Thank you, Coach.”

Their eyes followed the ball as the long rally surprised them. (Name) chewed on her bottom lip, anticipation in her gut. Her eyes widened as the troublesome short middle-blocker blended in with his team-mates. Something was wrong, they won’t be able to catch it. Her heart was heavy as the whistle blew, the ball bouncing out of bounds after making contact with Hayato’s arms. Her shoulders slumped as shock ricocheted through her mark. Her head swiveled, staring at the ace as he panted.

He was silent as he joined the rest of the pack, silent through the award ceremony as well though it wasn’t like he spoke much to begin with. If it wasn’t for her mark, she wouldn’t begin to know what the Apex Alpha was thinking. Pangs of shock, resignation, sorrow, and irritation through her body, yanking her emotions this way and that.

Tendou and Semi were more blatant with their feelings. Tendou practically latched onto her, laughing in that somewhat higher-pitched voice that alerted her to his internalised feelings. She let him, bringing him away to a hidden corner so that she could squeeze him in a tight hug, letting his body quake in her embrace.

Semi, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. After all, the male was already forcibly torn away from his starting position, and even if he went to nationals again, it wasn’t like he would play much more on the court. There was more to life than volleyball, and he already had a taste for what came next.

“Come check out this cafe,” he had told (Name), texting her a photo of a flyer. “I might be performing there.”

The Omega simply smiled, patting him on the head. “I’ll always support you, Semi. I’ll be there.”

The group walked into the gym at the end of it all, passing the batons to the newer generations. (Name) stood silently to the side. There was no Omega to replace her. Not yet at least. That’ll be a problem for Shiratorizawa’s Omegas to figure out. All she could do was hope that her replacement would benefit the pack in ways she couldn’t possibly have done so. It’s not like she was around that much to begin with - having split priorities and the drama of the love triangle she had unknowingly been drawn into. Perhaps next year, their Omega would be solely dedicated to the pack like the pack deserved.

*****

The Omega waited patiently, her maroon jacket folded over her arms as she watched them finishing up their reps. Members slowly trickled out until it was just her and one other person. Ushijima, the Alpha and former captain, was the last one of the pack, doing extra reps as he waited for all members to complete their reps.

“Wakatoshi.”

Ushijima grunted, eyes locked onto the opposite court as he prepared for another serve. “Let’s go get food.”

He blinked, muscles freezing up before olive eyes landed on her. (Name) stared at him, face unwavering.

“Food, Toshi. You need it to fuel your body, or have you forgotten in your haste to better yourself overnight?”

Ushijima stood from his semi-crouched position, tilting his head. “I do not think I will get better overnight.”

(Name) chuckled, shaking her head. “Is that all you got?” She shrugged on her jacket. “C’mon, let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”

“Okay.”

The duo made quick work of cleaning the gym, ensuring that everything was right while they left. They made their way to the dorms, bringing the Omega into the kitchen as she hummed slightly, bustling around to gather ingredients.

“Think you have enough brain-power left to teach me that hayashi rice?”

The slightest flicker of amusement and happiness filled Ushijima’s expression. “Of course.”

He stood beside her, helping her prepare the ingredients as the low rumble of his voice filled the stagnant air of the kitchen. Beside his gentle instructions, not much was exchanged between the two, even while they were eating. A silence hung in the air, stiff. It wasn’t awkward though, which Ushijima appreciated. As a man of few words, he knew that his quiet nature often made people uncomfortable.

He finished washing the dishes, eyes narrowed in on the task as (Name) cleaned the rest of their mess. Ushijima cleared his throat, drawing her (e/c) orbs to him. “I will walk you off-campus.” Ushijima swallowed, a bitter taste in his mouth. “Will Iwaizumi pick you up?”

She hummed, nodding. “He will, in a bit.” (Name) chewed on her bottom lip. “Let’s talk before I leave though. Is that alright?”

He nodded as they sat down at a stone bench near the track field. A heavy silence settled over them, suffocating as the weight of her words hit him. Even the wind became quiet, as if the world was holding its breath. Ushijima had known that this was coming, but he wasn’t prepared. Not so soon after the defeat he had faced earlier that day.

“Wakatoshi.”

Ushijima swallowed. “Yes?”

“This may be poor timing, but I think I’ve made my decision.”

Ushijima took a sharp breath of air. “I see.”

(Name) looked up into the sky, nails digging into her palms. “I think that…”

BONUS

“I’m going to go fill the water-bottles. I’ll meet you guys there!” (Name) said to Semi, who just shrugged and waved her off. He was on his phone, replying to his parents to let them know that he had arrived at the stadium. The rest of Shiratorizawa had already dispersed. Semi and (Name) had arrived late due to picking up the bentos for their lunch.

The Omega walked off with a spring in her step, humming to whatever song she was listening to.

“Where is (Name)?” Ushijima asked, looking at Semi.

Semi looked up at his phone, tilting his head. “She’s right-” he turned, pointing at the empty space where she’d just occupied. “Oh fuck.”

“How did you lose Omega-chan?” Tendou asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ushijima’s jaw clenched, swallowing his frustration. As Captain, he had interviews to attend to which is why he had entrusted (Name) to Semi. “When’d you last see her?”

Semi hesitated, thinking hard. “She was literally just here.”

They all sniffed the air, searching for her scent. Unfortunately, there were too many Alphas present for them to really discern her scent.

“At least you have the food,” Tendou commented, looking at the bags at Semi’s feet. “Where could she possibly have gone?”

“Well, she is a manager. Maybe some manager stuff?’

Ushijima turned, walking towards the fountains. He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted her amongst the other managers. “(Name).”

“Oh! Ushijima-san. Have you finished your interviews?” She asked, turning away from the other manager she was talking with to give him a smile.

“Why didn’t you tell us where you were going?”

(Name) raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “What do you mean? I told Semi.”

“Next time, let us know in the group-chat. We don’t want to lose you.”

“Uhh, okay. Whatever you say, Ushijima-san.” She turned back to the water bottles.

“Can I help you?” Ushijima asked, stepping closer to her. He threw a look at the other managers, scaring off the Omegas and causing the Alpha managers to puff out their chest in an attempt to stand up for themselves.

“You don’t have to! I’m just about finished.” She flashed him another smile before turning back to the managers. “It was nice to meet you all! Best of luck.”

“Bye (Name)!”

Pouting slightly, Ushijima wrapped his arm around the Omega as he took a tray of bottles in his other hand.

Next time, he’d just bring her with him, he promised himself.

*****

“So, will you stay?” Oikawa asked, crossing his arms as he looked between them. The third years were at a local cafe, meeting up a few days after the tournament.

Makki snorted, rolling his eyes. “Aren’t you the one leaving us?”

“Yeah, we don’t need a head Alpha who will be in a whole different country,” Mattsun teased.

“Hey!” Oikawa protested. “This is my dream.” He swallowed, a bitter taste in his mouth. “You’re my family, and I don’t want to lose you. No matter where in the world I’ll be.”

“Who said we’re leaving you?” Iwaizumi piped up, leaning back as he raised his eyebrow at them. “You’ve been a pain in my ass ever since we met, Oikawa, and I plan on returning that for the rest of your miserable life.”

Oikawa opened his mouth to protest only to have arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. “Yeah, Oiks. You’re an integral part of this pack and you’re stuck with us, alright?” The soft strawberry met his nose as the warmth of her touch filled his body.

His lip trembled as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Awh, we made him cry,” Makki snickered, covering his mouth slightly with his palm.

“I-I’m not crying!” Oikawa protested, aggressively wiping his tears away only to have (Name) tighten her grip on him.

“You big baby,” she teased, grabbing a stack of napkins from the table and dropping it in front of him. She peeled herself off of him before plopping down at the seat beside Iwaizumi. “So, does that mean Haji is the new head Alpha?” She blinked innocently at them before they all exploded into an argument. The Omega only giggled, leaning into her mate as she watched in satisfaction at the chaos she had caused.

*****

“So what now?” Semi asked, sipping from his tea as they sat in the cafeteria together. “Are we just gonna say farewell and go our separate ways after graduation.”

Ushijima paused, looking up from his food. “I do not wish to lose our friendship.”

“Awh, are we your friends, Wakatoshi-kun? Are you going soft on us now?” Tendou joked, nudging the male in the stomach. “You know you’re my best friend already!”

Ushijima blinked stoically. “I would like to remain in a pack with you all, if that is alright.”

They stared at each other before looking back at Ushijima. “Aren’t you going into volleyball professionally, Wakatoshi?”

“Yes and?”

“That means we’re going our separate ways anyways,” Hayato pointed out, brows furrowed.

“Distance does not mean that we cannot remain pack-mates though.” Ushijima frowned. “Is that not something you all want?”

“No, no, that’s not it.” Tendou protested, waving his hand. “It’s just that, we’ll be separated by our own journeys. Are you sure this is the pack you want to stay in? I’m sure you’ll have pack offers in whatever team you end up joining.”

He blinked. “You are my family. I do not want anyone else.”

“You’re going to make me cry, Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Don’t!” Hayato protested, frowning. “If you cry, I might end up crying too.”

“So are you all going to bawl like babies or can I ask the Captain something?” Shirabu folded his arms, appearing behind Semi’s shoulder.

“Shut up Shirabu.”

*****

FUN FACTS

💟 Coach Saito always supported (Name) whenever it came to Seijoh. He knew how difficult it had been to be an Omega with Shiratorizawa - especially with how Washijo typically mistreated Omegas in general

💟 Ushijima watched from the stands as (Name) embraced Iwaizumi after his loss to Karasuno before slipping away and being stopped by the news station for an interview

💟 To this day, (Name) has deep respect for the Karasuno pack members - especially considering how well they performed at the tournament

💟 That day was the first time that a majority of Seijoh had seen Iwaizumi cry. Only the third years had seen that sight before that moment

💟 After the tournament had completely concluded, Kyotani reached out to (Name) and Iwaizumi and ended up crashing at their apartment for a night in order to talk out his aggressive tendencies to resolve them for next year

💟 If it wasn’t for (Name), Iwaizumi could have potentially sunk into an Alpha depression - which is extremely rare

💟 Semi was confident in the ability of his pack-mates, even if they didn’t necessarily believe in him as a setter anymore

💟 A week after the tournament, (Name) hung-out with Tendou and kept him company as he made chocolates. This gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about his future and how he felt at the conclusion of the tournament

💟 Washijo did feel slightly guilty about the whole situation with the Omega, and vowed to himself at that game to do better in the future

💟 Teaching (Name) how to make hayashi rice gave Ushijima a lot of hope, and made his mood a lot better. He hadn’t realised it himself, but food was his ideal method for comfort

💟 They had lost (Name) at the beginning of the Interhigh tournament months ago

💟 The group decided that both Iwaizumi and Oikawa would be the head Alphas of the pack, though they typically still ran it as a democracy

💟 The other third-years ended up crying when they were finally alone. They each had their own misgivings about the state of their pack and relationships with one another once they graduated, but Ushijima had eased their worries without even really trying

AN: So... we’re almost at the end. Who are we feeling? Iwa? Ushi? Are y’all ready for next week’s chapter?

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