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bi-writes · 4 years

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mine—mob!tom

a notorious extra

She is the sun, moon, and stars, and she is all for me.

this fic can be read stand-alone from the series

type: one-shot, alternate universe detail: mob!tom x fem!reader word count: 9.1k warnings: mature language and themes, nsfw content 18+ (unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom!tom, oral—fem!receiving) series masterlist

this part is dedicated to @duskholland—thank you for always supporting this series and being my cheerleader

Everything was blue. The moonlight was soft, and the drapes were open, and it made the room so blue. Perhaps it would calm him when he found out. Maybe, just maybe, he could be comforted by the light when he discovered the side of your bed cold and empty, left behind.

Maybe it would help him to forgive you.

You watched his sleeping figure as you zipped up your jacket. He had been so tired lately, those eyes you loved so much always drawn downwards. He carried deep, dark circles under them, a permanent frown on his face, a bitterness to him that left the space between you cold and distant and tense. You tried to soothe him with kisses, with love, with something gentle, but Tom turned away from you always. Not even switching your normal attire for something more revealing had done much to calm his mind. He was somewhere else entirely, his eyes always closed. He always said it helped him think, but you thought it better allowed his already-formed opinions devour him.

Finally, tonight, you had gotten him to sleep. You wouldn’t let him into the bedroom unless his hands were empty, free of his laptop or documents or papers, and Tom had a rule against sleeping without you.

The rule was that he never did.

He had tried hard to force himself into the bedroom, but one look at your face had him frozen. In any challenge, Tom was no match for you. Your word was final, always, and while Tom always had a way of standing up to you, it never mattered.

“I know what I’m doing, y/n.”

“Men always say that, and then they fuck it up.”

“I’m not going to fuck it up!”

“Don’t yell at me. You’re not a child. Give me a reason why, and look at me like you respect me, in the fucking eyes, Tom. Tell me.”

Silence always followed arguments that went that sort of way. Tom was always so angry, hands so tense he thought of grabbing you and shaking you, but then he would realize that was exactly what you wanted to hear. Nothing, because Tom was always too angry to think properly. Men that were angry never thought, they only acted, and then Tom would be angry because as always, you were right.

There were no secrets between you. Tom voiced every thought in his head, even if he thought it stupid, because you were listening, and sometimes you were the only voice that ever made sense and the only one that would listen. His men were obedient, willing, but all they did was try and please him with new ideas, and sometimes Tom just needed to say what was on his mind. His favorite way to think was to sit on your shared bed, with your head in his lap as he played with your hair, his voice low as he spoke gently, sometimes into your ear. It soothed him to have you near, to know you were giving him your undivided attention, and it was where most of his decisions suddenly became clear and sound. His wife was listening, and if she was still listening, it meant she thought he was right, and if she thought it was right, then it just was.

Tonight had been different. There had been no arguments, no talking. You finally let him in when he was without anything, and as soon as he came in, you turned out all the lights and got into bed. Tom had taken the silent cue, undressing and getting into a warm shower, and when he came back to bed, you were waiting for him, one hand drawn out for him to take. He had taken it; tightly, he wound himself into your arms, and he realized he didn’t need to work. His head hurt, so much, and finally there was nothing but silence around him and the touch of you. Fingers threading through his curls, soft skin against his own, warm body near his. He had fallen asleep before he even had the chance to say anything more.

You waited until his body had gone completely limp beside you before you had gotten up. There were no secrets between you; not until now, at least.

You respected Tom’s privacy because you loved him; it was also because you and Tom had vowed to never have secrets, lies, stories get between the two of you. You were better than that, meant for more than that, but you had noticed things had been off for some time now. You weren’t worried about other women no matter how many times his men talked around you.

You were certain other women did not excite Tom. Sometimes you wondered if his men thought they were clever because of it, maybe they even thought they were funny; poking at relationship insecurities must have been a game for them. You had let the thought entertain you once or twice, but Tom’s love never faltered, not even once. The distance between you was not one of love.

It was words.

You had noticed weeks before the way he sat. Tense, unrelaxed shoulders, the hard set of his jaw, that thing he would do with his fingers when he was stressed. Flexing them and unflexing them, and he would scratch at the tattoo of your initials on his finger absentmindedly. He ate in his office, and when you would fall asleep by yourself, sometimes you’d notice him wearing the same outfit as the day before in bed. There were things on his mind, and when Tom Holland was sure of himself, he was not a tense, stressed, bottled up man in sleek suits. He was confident, open, and he was bold enough to bend you right over his desk and take you in any room of his house. But even those moments didn’t feel right; staring into his eyes had been scarce. Tom was always good to you, always sweet, but no longer did his love feel direct. It felt like something to find release, to find relief in the tightness of his being, and while you liked to be that outlet for him at times, it didn’t seem to relieve any part of him anymore.

There was something on his mind; and he was not telling you what that something was.

You found yourself in his office. Your heels clicked against the wood as you stepped inside, and you made sure to lock the door behind you as you carried yourself through the room. On the chair in front of his desk was where he had thrown all of the things he had planned to carry to bed. Laptop, papers, a few pens he had left uncapped. You picked up the pile, moving his laptop to the side as you flipped open the first few manila folders.

Sheets, a money trail you had seen many times before on paper, but you didn’t recognize the accounts on it. They were not Tom’s accounts, no, they belonged to someone else. You took a seat in Tom’s chair, grabbing one of the uncapped pens and dragging the ballpoint tip against the paper as you went over the numbers. The money moved around like clockwork. Tom had written notes in the corners in his scrawling handwriting.

Offshore to shell, shell to offshore.

Back and forth, where is it coming from?

No English companies, can’t trace the transaction.

You eyed Tom’s laptop, picking it up and opening it up in front of you. You typed his password in, watching it unlock, and you made sure the searches were untraceable before following the breadcrumbs Tom had left behind. You had a sour taste in your mouth.

If he had asked for my help, I could have found the fucking answers myself.

Tom was good at getting answers, but he always had trouble connecting the dots. Men always had the motivation to gather the puzzle pieces, but it was women who always figured out where each piece lied.

Tom was always too busy in his mind to ever do it on his own.

It didn’t take you long to produce a name. Money was easy to move around, but it was difficult to hide, especially when it amounted to hundreds of millions of pounds. With everything digital, the footprints were hard to find, but they were always, always there.

You shut Tom’s laptop, reaching down into his desk. He kept a drawer with a false bottom on the left side; it was where he kept the cigarettes you never let him have. When you opened the drawer and popped the bottom, you did find the cigarettes. But it was something else that made your heart drop.

There were crumpled parchment paper notes, smashed and ripped, at the bottom. You slowly took them out, smoothing the paper out on the desk. You swallowed hard as your eyes scanned over the small papers. They had been ripped out of a notebook, the paper thick and brown and rough, and there on the paper was you.

You had a smile on your face, and you were wearing your favorite leather jacket. You were sketched onto the paper, deep smudges of lead filling in the shadows of your face. Near the bottom was an address. You had been to that address wearing that smile.

The rest of the notes were similar. Sketches of you, in different outfits, with different smiles, but all of you in that smudged, dark pencil shading. Each picture had a caption, locations of where you had been when they had been sketched, and you had tears in your eyes when you realized why Tom had been so upset, distant, away from you.

“I love you.”

“I know that, Tom.”

“No—”

“Tom, hey! I’m trying to do some work here, please, I don’t have time to—Oh!”

“Just…let me look at you, darling. Please.”

“What’s gotten into you, Tom?”

“Nothing. I just love you. Say it back.”

“Tom…”

“Say it back, y/n. Please.”

“I love you, Tom. You know that. You know I love you.”

You smoothed out the last note, and you felt nothing but anger when you read what was scribbled onto it.

She’s beautiful. Give it back, and maybe, just maybe, we can talk.

You shoved all the notes back into the drawer, haphazardly closing it. You slammed it closed rather, grabbing Tom’s gun off the table and stuffing into the back of your jeans. You rummaged through his drawers looking for anything else, but you came up empty.

Tom wasn’t going to have enough time to stop you. He was fast asleep in your bedroom, and he would stay there. His men would tell Tom as soon as they noticed you leave, but you knew that, and that was why you left from the second story window of his office, dropping down a few ledges until you made your way to the garage. You were quick to pick a vehicle, getting into the drivers’ side. Tom never trusted you with his cars. You had grown up driving on the other side of the road, and he would joke that you would ruin his precious collection.

Really, you knew that didn’t matter to him. You could burn Tom’s millions, and he would still look at you with that same, doe-eyed lovesick expression. Really, you thought he was afraid of where you might go if you were the one driving. You always thought about taking him with you, driving off into nowhere. Tom would object, but if you left, you had a feeling he would follow.

You drove for what felt like hours. You always taught Tom not to act rashly, but you had acted rashly just now. But even with the time between you, even having silence around you to let yourself breathe and think, you were still angry, seething with it, hot inside all over.

You knew why. People threatened you all the time. You were a princess, a queen, an heiress that had inherited an underground, criminal fortune, and everyone wanted your head just to have a taste of the wealth at your fingertips. You weren’t afraid of other people, you weren’t scared of what they could do to you.

But not my Tommy. Never my Tommy.

All of the lights were on in the house when you stepped through the front door. You had put your hair up and away from your face when you left, but now it was down, forced out of its style. Your jacket was in your hand, and there was blood on your clothes. Tom’s gun was still tucked into the back of your jeans, and as you made your way into the living room, you tried to hide your hands, but it was no use. They were bleeding at the knuckles, bruised and split. You held your head up high as your heels sounded, and as you came further into the living room, Tom was there, sitting on the couch, a glass of dark liquor in front of him and a cigarette hanging off his lips.

“What did I say about that?” You tried to scold him, but it came out soft and low. When Tom finally turned to look at you, his face twitched with a touch of something sinister. He eyed the cut above your brow, the split lip, the dried blood under your nose. Other than your small injuries, you were relatively untouched, but it made him feel no better.

“Sit down,” Tom said firmly.

“Tom—”

“Don’t say another bloody word,” Tom snapped. “Sit down.”

You shook your head, “I’m not. You’re going to yell at me. You’re going to tell me that I’m stupid, that I’m careless, that I’m—”

“Oh, really?” Tom stood up, coming towards you, “and why do you think that is, y/n? Who else is going to tell you how things are? Who the fuck else is going to tell you how bloody stupid you are?! How reckless you are?! How you must have your head so far up your own arse that you didn’t even bother to ask for any backup?!”

You had not seen this Tom Holland in a long while. In fact, you had not seen this Tom Holland since you had met him. The one with unhinged and limitless anger, the one that broke glass and severed heads with nothing but his glare. The Tom Holland others were afraid of, and the Tom Holland you had tamed.

I suppose tamed until now.

“I know what I did!” You shot back. “I know what I fucking did, I don’t need you to tell me how it is, I already know how it is!”

“Clearly you—fucking don’t!” He grabbed your chin, forcing you closer to him, and you glared up at him as he held you roughly, making you look right into his eyes.

“If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t be getting it,” you spit at him, your voice a growl. “I’m not sorry. I don’t regret anything. If I had the chance, I would do it all…over…again.”

Tom let out a bitter laugh, his hand falling until he had you by the throat. You were staring each other down, both eyes dark and blown wide with that familiar rage. Tom thought that you had never been more of a Holland than this moment. Reckless, clouded with fury, willing and guilty of doing the most impulsive, dangerous things. You had never been more of a reflection of him than you were now. You were terrifyingly beautiful.

He was shaking. You were dizzy from being hit and thrown and grabbed, but you never faltered in your ability to get things done. No matter how many men he sent your way, they laid in a trail behind you, groaning, unconscious, laying in heaps of their own blood as they failed to get back up again. You had a crazed, starlight reflection in those brilliant eyes of yours, and you held Tom’s gun up in front of you, finger on the trigger.

“You,” you breathed, swallowing the blood in your mouth. You wiped the blood that was coming down your nose on the sleeve of your leather jacket, shaking your head. “Do you fucking recognize me?”

“Yes—” He held his hands up, cowering. “Yes, fuck…yes…”

“You’ve been watching me. Like a coward, in the shadows,” you laughed bitterly, stepping over one of his men that was on the floor in front of you. “You don’t look so happy to see me, though.”

“You’ve got a bloody gun in my face.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I’ve got,” you growled, glaring at him. “You’ve been threatening Tom. My Tom. Tell me why.”

“This is between us,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re just…collateral damage.”

“Well, collateral damage came back and bit you in the ass, so start talking, or I’ll make sure you never forget today,” you lowered the gun, pointing it at his knee. “Start fucking talking.”

He glanced between you and the gun, and when he made a move, you pulled the trigger, this time aimed at his thigh. You were careful with where you shot him, nothing but flesh and ensuring the bullet went through and through, and then you moved the gun back to his kneecap.

“I won’t ask again,” you said softly, kneeling down to his level as he cried out in pain in his chair, holding onto his leg. His face was reddening, his whole body shivering, and you tilted your head to the side. “Tell me why you’re after Tom.”

“He—gah!” He let out a few coughs, holding his hands over the wound to stop the bleeding. “He can’t just come back and take back this bloody city. He left to play kingpin in New York, and there’s no more room in London for—God!” He shook his head, “there’s no more room for Hollands here. You can’t leave for years and expect everything to be handed back to you. Even you understand that, don’t you?”

Your nose twitched a bit. You did understand; but it didn’t matter. He was your Tommy, and you couldn’t just let people threaten him. They could threaten you all they wanted, but not him. You swiped a pen off the table, clicking it open before shoving it into the bullet wound, grabbing him by the neck and forcing him facedown into the desk. His screams did not deter you; they only encouraged you.

“If you come after us ever again, I’ll find you all over again,” you whispered in his ear. “And I’ll make sure London forgets your name ever fucking existed. Do you understand me?”

“Yes—yes! Yes…yes, God, please…please…yes…”

“You’ll bend the knee,” you murmured, forcing him to look at you. “You’ll look Tom Holland in the eyes, apologize, and be grateful that he’s allowed you to keep your head for this long after all of the trouble you caused. You’ll bend the knee to him, you’ll pay your dues, and you’ll warn anyone else in London that if they don’t do the same, I’ll pay them a visit, too. But I will not be giving out warnings anymore.”

He had tears in his eyes. He was afraid of you. You pulled his head back and slammed it against the desk, watching his eyes flutter shut as you knocked him unconscious. You fished into his suit jacket, finding his cell phone, and you dialed the first number you saw, tossing it onto the desk with a thud. You wanted him to be alive. How else would he tell others what happened today?

You glanced between Tom’s eyes and his lips, your body relaxing a bit as you stared at him. You loved him with every fiber of your being. You loved him endlessly, desperately, completely, and you would do it all over again just to protect him. You were not sorry about what you had done, not even a little bit. They had threatened your Tommy, made him feel small and powerless and at war, and you remember all too well what that felt like.

“I’m not sorry,” you said again, softer this time. “They wanted to hurt you, Tommy. Yell at me all you want. It won’t change my mind. They deserved it, and I hope they’re afraid of me now. I hope they think twice before threatening you, I hope that they are scared of what we’ll do to them if they don’t fall in line.” Your eyes watered a bit, and you sucked in a shaky breath. “You are mine, and I will do it again and again until people stop trying to touch what’s mine.”

Tom was breathless. That anger inside of him had faded, nothing but a deep lull in his chest as he realized how undeniably his you were. You were fearless when it came to things that you loved, and he was nothing but breathless listening to you speak. You lit a warm fire in his heart, and suddenly he understood you completely. Tom had been prepared to do just the same as soon as he discovered who was threatening you; he had been prepared to scream, to fight, to hurt anyone that tried to come close to you. Of course you had gotten to them first. You were brilliant in more ways than one, and Tom was foolish to think he could finish jobs without your help. He simply couldn’t.

Tom was silent as he pushed you backwards, his hand squeezing the expanse of your throat as he shoved you back into the wall, his eyes on your lips as he stared down at you. His eyes traveled back up your face, meeting your own, and you reached over, grabbing both sides of his face firmly and pulling him close, close enough that his forehead rested against yours.

“The things I would do for you, Tom…” You whispered against his lips. “I’m afraid of it.” Your voice faltered for a moment, and his breath was so warm against your lips, his chest rising and falling. “I’m afraid of how far I’ll go. B-Because the truth is Tom…” He loosened his grip on your throat, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. “I’ll let the whole…I-I would let the whole fucking world burn if it meant you would be alright.”

“You’re so selfish,” Tom muttered, shaking his head, but his entire body was warm. He was grounded here, right in front of you, and the only thing he could truly focus on was the way you were licking those luscious lips of yours and how gorgeous you looked as you let your jacket drop onto the floor. He pushed the straps of your camisole down your shoulder, running a thumb along the bare skin there, and he grunted a bit as he pushed you back into the wall again. “You’re so fucking selfish, y/n.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, your eyes calm. It didn’t faze you, it didn’t bother you, not even a little bit. “But you’re alive. I don’t much care for anything else.”

Something about the tone of your voice was so ominous. Tom could see in your eyes that you meant every word, and the thought that you would let everything fall to chaos for him put you in a dark light. You were dangerous, in love, but Tom was not easily deterred.

No, he was not deterred. In fact, there was something stirring inside of him at the thought of you burning the world for him.

“You don’t mean that, love,” Tom licked his lips, his thumb finding your bottom lip. He touched where your lip had split, and you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it for a moment. The intense stare between you remained, and neither of you dared to look away from one another. “You and I both know that you care about other people. Not just me.”

You blinked, “I meant what I said,” you said softly. Your words echoed in his ear.

She is afraid of how far she will go for me.

You shoved his chest harshly suddenly, backing him up until his knees hit the couch, and he was forced to sit. You fell into his lap, gripping his chin tight, and you made him look at you as you brought the camisole up and over your head until you were sitting in your jeans and nothing else in front of him. Tom kept his eyes level with your own, and you smirked down at him, as if daring him to look at you.

You took his hands, sliding up the expanse of your thighs until they rested over your hips. His fingers played with the belt loops of your jeans before he was unbuttoning them, shimmying them down your legs until you were in nothing but lace underwear. You tossed the gun onto the floor, and before Tom could take control, you used your weight to push him onto his back, shoving him into the pillows as you sat up on top of him.

You leaned down, gripping the collar of his dress shirt tightly, and Tom swallowed hard as you laid a soft, supple kiss under his ear.

“You’re mine,” you whispered in his ear. “I made men bleed for you, Tommy. I made them scream…and cry…and beg. I made them promise they would bow to you. I made men cower in your name, and I made them pray on the Good Lord that you would deliver them mercy.” You giggled darkly, making him shiver. He was drunk on the intoxication of you, and every word was bliss. “No one touches my Tommy,” you cooed, slipping your hands into the waistband of his trousers, humming as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing length. “No one but me.”

“Fuck—” He choked out, leaning his head back. He was breathing hard now, panting. Your words had him absolutely breathless. There was not a woman in the world that could ever match your fire. “You still can’t do this shit, y/n. You still can’t do things without telling me, you still can’t—”

“Shut up,” you breathed against his lips. “I did what I had to.” You used both hands and unzipped his pants, shoving them down his legs, and Tom flipped you both over, towering over you, forcing you back into the cushions. You grunted a bit, but he held you down.

“We’re supposed to be in this together,” he growled, and you pushed on his chest, forcing him backwards, and you both stared at each other menacingly.

“Exactly,” you breathed. “But clearly you don’t trust me. We aren’t supposed to have any secrets, Tom. And then I find out you’re doing this?” You reached down and started to gather your clothes harshly, “maybe if you had just told me what was going on, I could’ve fucking helped you. But as usual, you underestimate me.”

“I’m not underestimating you,” Tom argued, picking up his shirt. He followed you upstairs, into the bedroom, where he slammed the door shut harshly. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“God, dammit, Tom, when are you going to understand that I don’t need you to protect me?!” You snapped, turning and throwing your jacket at him. “When are you going to see that I am not as delicate and breakable as you think I am?! How long have I been doing this on my own, Tom? How long? Why can’t you just…trust me?”

“I do, I do!”

You sat on the bed, tossing your clothes onto the floor. Tom shook his dress shirt out before wrapping it around your bare torso, kneeling in front of you so he could meet your eyes.

“I do trust you, love,” he promised, gentler this time. “I’m sorry if it doesn’t appear like I do, but I do. I do trust you. But the truth is, I’m…I’m ashamed.”

“Ashamed?”

“I thought we’d run the bloody world here,” he murmured, finding your hands, squeezing them tight. “But every fucking day brings a new roadblock. Some arse running the east end, another deal gone to pot…I feel so out of control here, and that isn’t what I wanted for us. I was so…Hell, I was excited to bring you here, to show you what I’ve built, but I’ve got nothing, darling. Nothing. Nothing but threats, empty promises, and problem after problem that somehow you keep cleaning up, and I…”

You put a hand on his cheek, smiling a bit. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, shaking your head.

“Tom…you’re ridiculous,” you laughed. “If everything was perfect, I would be absolutely bored.”

He sighed, a bit annoyed, and your hands found his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

“Tom, you should know me by now,” you brought your left hand back, wiggling your fingers where your sparkling wedding rings sat. Tom leaned down to kiss your knuckles there gently. “I adore chaos. It makes things exciting, don’t you think? What’s more exciting then coming back and showing them that London belongs to the Hollands, hmm?”

Tom shook his head, “y/n…”

“Tom, you know better than I that this business doesn’t run like a Fortune 500,” you rolled your eyes. “It keeps us on our toes. But that’s why we do this. Because fuck, Tom, nothing makes me happier than seeing men bow to me…to you,” you teased, bringing his head up by his chin. “They think they run the world here. Don’t you think it’s a little fun making them learn their place?”

Tom pursed his lips, and you leaned down to kiss them, parting them with your tongue. You kissed tenderly, your fingers going into his curls, and you pulled away slowly, humming against his cheek.

“Promise me, Tommy,” you whispered. “Promise me no more secrets.”

Tom rubbed along your bare thighs, nodding in response, leaning his head up as he chased your lips. He kissed you warmly, slowly, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took your hips into his hands and pulled you close.

“It’s fun,” you purred, sliding his shirt off your shoulders, tossing it aside. “Admit it, Tom. It’s fun making them feel afraid…small…” You grabbed onto the back of his neck and forced him to crawl on top of you as you backed up on the bed. “…unimportant. Admit it. Admit that it’s fun,” you giggled between kisses, using your other hand to shove his trousers off of him completely. You gasped a bit as he took a hold of your throat, pulling you up to sit against the headboard. He finally smiled, darkly, sucking on your bottom lip as you felt your whole body grow in warmth.

“Hmm…” He chuckled. “Aye, ‘s fun. But not nearly as fun as commanding you, sweetheart.”

“You can’t command me,” you grinned, but then he squeezed your throat tighter, and you drew your thighs together. Before you could close them all the way, Tom forced his knee between your legs, shaking his head.

“Nuh uh,” he tsked, meeting your eyes. “Spread them, y/n. I won’t ask again.”

You giggled, kissing him lightly, “and what if I don’t?”

“Oi, love,” he pressed his thumb against the base of your throat, his rough fingers drawing gasps of breath out of you. “Don’t test me, yeah? Do as I say. Spread your legs.”

“Say please.”

Tom’s eyes darkened, “I won’t ask again.”

“Try me—ah!”

Tom grabbed onto your hips and yanked you back down onto your back. He caught your hands, pinning them above you, against the pillows, and you gasped into his mouth as he kissed you hotly. You wound your leg around his waist, flipping the both of you over, and you intertwined your fingers, laughing against his lips at his bewildered expression.

“Are you trying to be in control, Tommy?” You cooed, sitting up on his hips. “Cute. You’re so cute when you think you can overpower me, you know that?”

Tom scrunched his nose a bit, his chest hot, and he brought his hand down and grabbed a handful of your ass, bringing you down on top of him to kiss again, his other hand wrapping into your hair. You let out a soft whine into his mouth as his fingers slowly made their way between your thighs, teasing you lovingly.

“You know I only allow you have the upper hand, yeah?” He hummed between kisses, and you smiled brightly. You knew he did. You and Tom had countless nights together since you had been married. Nearly all of them involved you underneath him, in whatever position he liked, letting him coax you into the most blissful orgasms of your entire life. There was just something about letting Tom Holland be in his element in the bedroom that made you absolutely weak in the knees, and you would never get over the way he could make you feel, which was ethereal and otherworldly.

There was also just something about allowing yourself to not think. You thought always. Your head was always running a million miles a minute, but here in your bedroom, you could be alone with just him. You could let Tom take control, and he would, because you needed him to. His voice would whisper praise in your ear, and you could just relax, because you trusted him like this, naked, bare, under him. You trusted him with every part of you, even the intimate parts, and he never faltered, not even once.

You came apart every single time.

“Open,” Tom muttered, and you relaxed in his arms. Despite being on top of him, Tom was in charge, and he had given you a command, and you obliged without question, your eyelids fluttering as you parted your lips for him. Tom slid his hand up your body, fitting two fingers into your mouth, and you hummed as you tasted yourself on his fingertips. Your eyes closed as you sucked on his fingers, and Tom let out a deep sigh as he watched you.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” he murmured, and you opened your eyes at that, letting his fingers go gently, kissing them softly. “You’re just bloody gorgeous, aren’t you?”

Your eyes sparkled at that, hearing his soft voice love you like it always did, and Tom adored the way your body sunk down into his. Your tense upper body relaxed, and the way the palm of his hand was against your cheek had you nuzzling into him, closing your eyes again as you breathed deep breaths.

“You are,” Tom sighed, licking his lips. “You’re beautiful, y/n. You’re my beautiful, precious angel—” You winced a bit as his fingers touched the gash on your forehead, brushed against the yellowing bruise around your eye, “and if you die, I die.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his dark gaze, and you swallowed a bit as you looked at him. The lust died for a moment, replaced with something deeper, and you could see how genuine he was being.

If you die, I die.

You nodded once, just barely, and Tom brought you close to kiss you, soft this time, just barely touching his lips to yours.

“If you die, I die,” you echoed, and Tom nodded, hand around the back of your neck as he rolled over, getting between your legs, practically ripping your underwear off your legs.

“Fuck, I can’t take this,” he said, mostly to himself. “Make room for me, love, I’m starved, yeah?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. He sounded so nonchalant, as if eating you out was a normality. You watched as he dipped his head to meet the skin of your neck, kisses you there, letting his mouth carry him further down, until he was sucking a taut nipple into his mouth and pushing your legs open as far as they could go. The sounds leaving your mouth only made him more eager, and he didn’t stop smirking as he tugged your panties down your legs roughly, tossing them behind himself. You think your heard them rip, tear maybe, but you couldn’t be bothered. Your husband was hooking your legs over his broad shoulders, and all you could think about was having Tom Holland’s lips buried between your legs as far as they could go.

And he did just that.

Tom liked to make you scream. He knew just how, he had learned your body so well. He knew what every twitch and movement meant, what every gasp and moan to leave your mouth signaled. He had learned what could make you tip over the edge in seconds, and he had learned how to get you right to the edge and bring you back down again. Tom prided himself in knowing your most intimate parts, memorizing your quirks, and eating his wife out was no different. He knew exactly what you wanted.

Your back arched as he kissed sloppily around your throbbing clit. He smiled to himself as he slid a hand down your quivering thigh, teasing your folds as he softly lapped at your clit. Your eyes rolled back in your head as Tom made it his mission to draw shapes against your bud. He loved spelling out his name with his tongue so slowly, and he always waited to see your reaction when the tip of his wet muscle would draw that aching, wonderful O, and he groaned when he noticed how you whined at that, bringing your hands up to fondle your breasts as he slid two slender fingers inside of you.

Tom closed his eyes for a moment as he heard you cry out with delight, “there’s my girl,” he murmured. “Sound so good, love…let me hear you, you know how much I fancy your voice, yeah?”

You nodded desperately, your body hot all over as Tom stretched you out wonderfully with his fingers, slowly moving them so he could find that special spot inside of you and rub it gently with the tips of his fingers, curling them every once in a while to draw out a loud moan from your sweet lips. Tom suddenly couldn’t believe you were his; completely, utterly, eternally his.

“Fuck, my wife is so beautiful,” he breathed, kissing the inside of your thigh as he worked his fingers. “Aren’t you, dove? Aren’t you beautiful? ‘specially when you come…you’re so bloody gorgeous when you wet my fingers, baby.”

“God, Tom!” You whimpered, and he laughed heartily, a smirk on his lips as he kissed along your thigh again.

“You’re mine forever,” he mumbled, grunting as he picked up the pace of his fingers. “No one else is going to fuck this pretty pussy except for me, darling. No other bloke on this fucking earth is ever going to know how perfect your cunt is. It’s mine,” he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking warmly.

“Tom—”

“And you’re going to give me heirs,” Tom growled. “Aren’t you, y/n? You’re going to give me beautiful, perfect heirs…”

You choked on the moan coming out. You saw stars, your vision turning white as you came over his fingers, his lips still on you as he kissed your thighs lovingly, guiding you through your orgasm.

“That’s it, princess.”

“Fuck, you’re soaking my fingers…”

“So sweet…you taste divine…”

You sat up after a few minutes, getting up onto your elbows. You looked down at him, trying to ignore how attractive it was to watch Tom suck on his fingers slowly, licking them clean. You swallowed hard.

“Tom—”

“Mmm,” he hummed, interrupting you. “You liked that, huh, love?”

You pursed your lips, staying quiet as Tom raised himself over you, caging you between his arms. He stared down at you with dark eyes, his curls falling over his forehead, his lips wet and his cheeks flushed.

He leaned down, sucking on the skin beneath your ear, and you let out a pathetic whine as he rolled a nipple between his fingers, his wet fingers making the sensation all the more enticing.

“You like the thought…don’t you, y/n?” He whispered huskily. “You like the thought of it…” You swallowed hard as his hand traveled lowered, smoothing over your stomach, “the thought of having my baby,” you closed your eyes as he rubbed his thumb along your ribs, trailing it around your hips and back up your stomach, “you want it…don’t you?”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous, Tom, we…” You couldn’t finish. You didn’t want to sound desperate or pathetic, more than you already did, but he was right, and it was true. You were at Tom’s mercy, and the thought of being intimate with purpose had you wet all over again for him. You looked back up at him, back into his eyes, and finally you nodded silently, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and bringing him close to kiss you. “Fuck, Tommy…you make me feel so many things…sometimes I don’t even understand them.”

Tom chuckled warmly, hooking a thumb into your mouth, smirking.

“’s alright, love. You can admit it,” he winked. “You can admit you want my baby. You can admit that you want me to bury my cock inside of you, and give you everything I’ve got…” He tilted his head to the side, watching intently as you sighed and sucked on his thumb. “You can admit that you want me to fuck you senseless…and that you want to give me the heirs that I so deserve.”

Normally, a comment like that would’ve had you smacking Tom across the face. But here, underneath him, lustful eyes staring down into yours, you were submitting to him completely. The thought made you shiver, and his words were making you hot with desire. You did want it. You hated to admit it to yourself, but you did want it, and you wanted it so badly, you thought maybe, just maybe, you would even beg him for it.

For a moment, you paused. Your hand came up and caressed his cheek, and he laid his forehead against yours, so close to you. Your breath mingled, and you bit your lip hard, studying him. Tom was your family. Tom was your husband. You didn’t need any more convincing about it all; looking up at him, seeing the way he softened to your touch, put you completely at ease. You trusted Tom with your life, and this was no different.

I fall in love with him more and more every second. How is that even possible?

You shared hot, passionate kisses for a long while. Tom’s hands were squeezing your thigh and your hip, and yours were secured around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin of his back as you encouraged him to grind against your, wet folds welcoming his cock as his tip bumped against your clit every so often, making you whine into the kisses and pull on his sweaty curls. Tom was a mess above you, teasing himself now as he gripped your hips and let you coat his length with your arousal. You found yourself gasping desperately, clawing at his back, and at the feeling, Tom knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.

You kept your eyes on his as he gripped your thighs firmly, wrapping them around his waist. His lips turned up into a dark smirk, and you ran your fingers down his face as he finally pushed into you, fitting himself snugly inside of you until his hips touched yours. Your mouth fell open as he did, and you let out a sigh as he stopped, his eyes roaming over your face to gauge your reaction. You were completely relaxed in his arms, clenching tight around him, and Tom took that as his cue that you were enjoying every second of this.

“No matter how many times I fuck you,” he pressed a kiss to your neck, “you’re still so bloody tight, huh, love?”

You let out a breathy giggle, making him smile, and you felt intoxicated by his presence. Tom was so handsome, so fit, so incredibly perfect, and your head was spinning with how wonderful he felt. He wasn’t even moving yet, and you thought if he stayed still for much longer, you might just come from how sensitive you were. But he could feel that, surely, because he finally hiked your thighs up a bit more and started to move, his hips rolling against yours so slowly.

“That’s it,” he murmured, watching your head fall back, your entire body shivering with pleasure. “That’s it, m’love…fuck…you take me so well, sweetheart…God, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Tom,” you let out, grabbing onto his biceps. You squeezed the tense muscle under your palms, and you kissed again, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You touched his face again, and Tom thought he might lose his mind. He could feel the cool metal of your wedding ring, a stinging, beautiful reminder that you were undeniably his, and he found himself picking up the pace, cradling your head in his arms.

“Give it to me, Tommy,” you cooed in his ear.

“Yeah?” He asked, breathless, “is that what you want, kitten? You want me to give you everything I’ve bloody got, is that it?”

Your eyes fluttered as he spoke in your ear, a husky, breathy tone accentuated by his accent and punctuated by his rhythmic movements as he kept his hips steady against yours despite his chest going flush red. You nodded silently, not trusting yourself to speak, and he nibbled on the edge of your ear, humming warmly.

“You want to be full of me, darling,” he murmured. “You want to be stuffed full of me…dripping with me…you want me to fill your sweet, pretty cunt with whatever I’ve got so you can give me heirs, don’t you?”

You grabbed onto his cheeks, kissing him in response. Your throat was dry, and your body was on fire, and his words only made you spread your legs wider, and he cursed against your lips as you clenched around him at the thought.

“You do,” he chuckled darkly. “Say it, y/n.”

“Tommy—” You whined, but he grunted, slowing his hips, and you cried out in desperation, needing him to keep up his constant thrusts. “Tom!”

“Say it, love,” he ordered you, tangling a hand into your hair and tugging hard, exposing your neck for him as he sucked on the base of your throat. “Say you want me to cum. Say you want me to fill you to the fucking brim and stay there until I’m certain you’re spilling with whatever I fucking give you.”

You let out a desperate sob, clutching onto his back, digging into the tense muscles there.

“I-I want it,” you panted. “I want it so badly, Tommy, please.”

Tom had never heard you beg quite so nicely before. Tom had never heard you speak in this tone, never heard you submit so well for him. It was foreign to hear you plead, unfamiliar to see you so wrecked and submissive, but Tom thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. You were so combative, so competitive, so authoritative in the way you carried yourself. But for him, for Tom, you were here, underneath him, begging like a good girl in his ear, and Tom thought he couldn’t love you anymore than he did now.

“Want what?”

“Baby—”

“Say it, y/n,” he growled. “Say it, or I won’t give it to you. Tell me what you want from me. Be a good fucking girl, and say what you want.”

“I want you to come!” You cried out finally, arching your back into him. He smiled as you seemed to fall apart in his arms, clawing at him, trying to get as close as possible even though you were both pressed against each other firmly. “I-I want you to come, Tommy, please…I want you to come, and I-I want…”

“Want…?”

You kissed him softly, tenderly, and Tom stilled his hips for a moment, his hands on both of your cheeks as he kissed back just as feverishly, groaning when your ankles crossed behind his back as you pulled him as close as you could, feeling the tip of his cock rub deliciously against your sweet spot.

“Want heirs, Tommy,” you breathed against him. “I want them, and I want them to be ours.”

He grinned, his eyes darting between your lips and back up to your eyes. His own eyes were dark, so dark, but they were sparkling with something beautiful. He was asking if you meant it with a smile like that, and you nodded slowly, prompting him to grip your hips firmly and start moving again, harder this time, making your whole body shake.

“So warm,” Tom muttered. “Gonna take me so nicely, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, Tom,” you answered breathlessly, nodding as you wound your arms around his neck. He was close, you could tell. His eyes were screwed shut, and he was concentrating on how you felt. His body was tense, and he seemed focused, and you brought your lips close to his ear. “Come for me, Tommy. Let me feel you, please…please…” You knew he liked it when you begged. You never begged, you never pleaded, and when you did, it was only for him.

“G-ahh, shit,” Tom leaned his head back, “bloody perfect, you are…look at the way you take me, love…fuck..”

Your eyes opened wide when he reached up for you, his hand wrapping around your neck, snuggly as if it was meant to be there. You closed them again as he pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing the flesh of your throat, drawing soft whimpers from you as he fucked you harder, deeper, his skin so hot as it touched yours. Tom stuttered above you, his arm giving out just a bit, and you had tears in your eyes as he finally, finally came, filling you just as he promised, his teeth digging into your jaw as he groaned against you. The rings adorning his fingers were searing against your skin, so cold and hard, but you didn’t want him to stop touching you, not ever, not like this.

Tom never stopped, even though his body was relaxed, exhausted. He kept his hips steady against yours until he heard that signature gurgled moan leave your mouth, until he could feel you clenching so tight around him that you almost made him hard all over again.

Your eyes closed slowly, and you sighed as you felt the weight of Tom’s body gently rest on you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his hand leaving your neck as he rubbed down your sides, over the outside of your thighs, hooking into the back of your knees and tightening your legs around his middle.

“’m so in love with you,” he said into your ear, and you ran your fingers through his damp curls, a lazy smile coming over your face. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you, y/n.”

You caressed the back of his neck, your eyes opening again. You stared up at the ceiling with a soft, content expression on your face, and you turned your head finally and planted soft kisses on Tom’s shoulder, your fingers scratching gently over his back, soothing him.

“You do things to me, Tom,” you said finally, laughing a bit to yourself. “You do things to me, and I can’t explain them.”

He chuckled, kissing the side of your neck, “you mean the way you completely fall apart for me? How all I have to do is get you into my bed, and suddenly you’re my quiet, beautiful, sweet good girl?”

You hit his back playfully, tossing your head back as you laughed warmly, hugging him close to you.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I…” You hid yourself in his chest, holding onto him tightly. “I can’t help it, Tom…”

“I know, love,” he lifted himself up, enough that he could look down at you. “And you’re perfect.”

You both broke out into soft smiles, just staring at each other, gentle eyes looking into gentle eyes. You had done terrible things. You had hurt people today, gone behind your husband’s back, you had done things that you wished you hadn’t, things you swore you would never do. But looking up at him, running your fingers over those handsome features, you didn’t feel guilty, not even a little bit, not even at all.

There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, and it scared you to admit it. You had said it so nonchalantly, but in truth, you terrified yourself. There was not a line you would not cross, not a life you would not take, not a soul you would not hurt. Tom Holland had you wrapped around his finger so tightly, he could break you, and you would say thank you.

Your lips parted as he kissed you, mumbling soft praise into your mouth. He was saying that he loved you, that he appreciated you, that you were his wife, that you were perfect, but there was a ringing in your ears, fear in your heart that started to choke you from the inside out.

You thought perhaps you might die trying to save him. You thought it was poetic. You thought—

“y/n, are you hearing me?”

His voice came through, and you looked up at him, blinking to focus.

“Hmm? What did you say?”

“’m sorry,” Tom repeated, cupping both of your cheeks. “I said ‘m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For…all of it,” he brushed your hair out of your eyes. “We should’ve done it together. We should’ve…”

“Yes, we should’ve,” you hummed, rolling your eyes a bit. “But we didn’t.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered. “For being reckless. A bit stupid.”

Sorry for being reckless, but not for what I’ve done.

He smiled, and you smiled, and you thought you saw love in his eyes. Those dark eyes, usually clouded over because of how much was on his mind, were clear and glowing, staring down at you.

“I’ll admit…I am proud of you,” Tom said softly, shaking his head. “You’re living up to your name, love. You’re a Holland at heart, you know that, yeah?”

“Oh, God, you’re rubbing off on me,” you sighed, giggling. You felt a swell of pride in your chest at the thought of Tom being proud of you. You didn’t need validation, you didn’t need his approval, but the thought that he was proud of you made you feel relieved, serene, loved. You sounded so sweet to him, laughing like that, and he adored seeing you so relaxed. You were safe, in his arms, and there was no reason for him to be anything except utterly content.

“You are mine, y/n. All mine. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Reckless, stupid, beautiful, it didn’t matter. Tom wouldn’t change anything.

Not then, not now, and not ever.

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hotsayce · 3 years

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March 24: Flower Crown

Pairing: WAYV Lucas X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 7.5K

Summary: You and Lucas go on a date to the park and you want to start conversations but talking is hard 🙄

A/N: This prompt was for March 24, I am just slow. And sorry if there is awkward space between the paragraphs, posting from a phone is difficult 😒

*Knock knock knock*

The door in front of you opens and you’re welcomed by Bella. Crouching down to pet her, you ask if she had opened the door for you. She leans her head into your hands as a response. Out of the corner of your eye you see the door move back a bit until a tall, brown haired man appears in front of you. Lucas greets you with a bright smile.

“There you are!” You get up from petting Bella and give Lucas a small hug before realizing what you were doing and quickly step back. “I knew Bella couldn’t open doors by herself.” you try to joke off your awkward interaction.

He chuckles. “Not yet at least.” You both stand there grinning at each other, neither of you knowing what to say.

“Are you ready to go to the park!?” Lucas asks rather loudly. You were startled by how loud his question was. You had asked Lucas if he wanted to walk around the park with you today. Normally, you weren’t one to voluntarily spend that much time outside but you knew how often Lucas went to the park to walk Bella (Xiaojun told you:)) and you wanted to find a way to spend time with him.

“Um, yeah I’m ready! Are you?” you question back at Lucas.

He starts looking around the living room. “Yeah I just need to go get Bella’s leash.” Lucas disappears behind the door again, Bella right behind him, and you decide to stay in the doorway instead of following him inside. You see Ten walk in the hallway and wave to him but instead of waving back at you he grins, glancing between you and Lucas, and then winks at you before walking in a different room. Your cheeks begin to warm. Does he know? You hadn’t told anyone else at the WayV dorm that you liked Lucas except for Xiaojun and you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone without your permission. Before you have the time to overthink every single second of whenever you hang out with Lucas to wonder whether your crush has been obvious, Lucas pops back in the doorway holding Bella’s leash in one hand and a dog rope toy in the other.

“We’re ready!” Your fears of your obviousness dissipated upon seeing how happy Lucas was to hang out with you. But without him taking even one step out of the door, you hear Ten call out from the back of the dorm, “Hey Lucas, can you go pick up some Oreos while you’re out? Yangyang is mad that I ate them all.”

“No Y/N and I are going on a da-” Lucas looks at you nervously before changing his words to “we’re going to the park.”

You smile to yourself at Lucas’ hesitation and step aside so he can lock the door, but you swear you see Ten leaning on a wall, smirking at you before the door closes.

Off we go I guess.

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It wasn’t that long of a walk to the park that you two were going to. You just had to pass a couple of shops on the way. Nothing wrong with a couple of shops to walk by, other than the fact that neither of you really talked the whole time. Both of you were too afraid to say something stupid so you kept your mouths shut.

“The weather is really pretty today.” No that’s so dumb. “That’s a cool leash you got there.” Literally what. “You wouldn’t happen to know why Ten- “

“You look good today”

Your thoughts are interrupted by Lucas once again.

“I do?”

“Well yeah.” Lucas looks at your top. “That’s a pretty fancy shirt to wear for a walk in the park.”

You look down at your outfit. Your shirt was a bit too classy for a regular park outing and you scold yourself internally.

“I guess it is a bit too fancy.” You laugh awkwardly, fiddling with Bella’s rope toy that you told Lucas you could carry.

Looking straight ahead Lucas said “It’s okay. I like it.”

Your eyes widen and you look to your opposite side, hoping he wouldn’t notice the big smile on your face. Not knowing Lucas was turned the opposite way as well so you wouldn’t notice the satisfied expression on his face either.

You continue walking in a comfortable silence, Lucas right beside you and Bella trotting in front of you both. Each time you walk past a shop, you look into the windows to see what they sell but it wasn’t until you passed a particular shop that your eyes lingered a bit longer. You saw a beautiful flower crown sitting on one of the mannequins in the window. You’ve got half a mind to buy it but decide against it since you really don’t need one. Though the whole time you were staring at the flower crown, Lucas had his eyes on you and could tell you wanted something from the store.

You two finally arrive at the park and immediately after Lucas takes off her leash, Bella runs off to play with the other dogs there.

“Guess we didn’t really need this.” you say gesturing towards the rope toy Lucas had given you earlier.

Lucas laughs. “Maybe she’ll want to play with us later.

Finding a nice spot in the shade, you two sit down together on a bench, not too close but not too far apart either. Lucas’ hand sits in between you two and you fight everything inside of you to reach down and hold it. Too soon Y/N. At least talk to the boy first.The comfortable silence from earlier resumes. Except this time it’s not as comfortable; it’s obvious that both of you want to talk, but neither of you have the words.

You decide to talk about something easy then. Dogs.

“I had a dog when I was younger.” Lucas looks over at you. “Really? What kind?”

Looking back at him has made your mind go blank and for some reason you can’t remember the species of your dog that you had for 13 years. His soft eyes were just too much so you had to look away.

“Mm I’m pretty sure he was a Beagle too, like Bella.” (LIAR!) He was a boxer and you know it.

Lucas turns toward you even more. “Aw really? Do you have any pictures of him?”

You hesitate before saying. “No I’m pretty sure all my pictures of him are on my computer back at home.” (LIAR! part 2.) You had plenty of old pictures of your dog still on your phone but showing Lucas would reveal that you weren’t telling the truth.

“That’s okay. Maybe one day I can come over and we can look at pictures of him then.” Lucas smiles at you reassuringly and you feel bad knowing one day that you’ll have to tell him the truth but today was not that day.

Silence again. Watching all the dogs run around and play was entertaining though you would much rather prefer talking with him.

“Thank you for inviting me today.” Lucas says.

“Uh no problem! I love coming to the park.” (LIAR! part 3.)

Lucas’ eyebrows raise. “Really? I come here all the time with Bella and we’ve never seen you before.”

Before you have time to lie straight through your teeth again, Bella bounds up to Lucas’ feet panting.

“Hey girl.” He bends down to pet her and you silently tell her thank you in your head.

“Hey Y/N can you watch Bella for a bit?” Lucas stands up and both you and Bella glance up at him with questioning looks.

“Of course. But where are you going?”

He starts to back up. “Um, I just need to get something.” Then he turns around without another word and begins to walk back from where you guys came. He probably left because he’s sitting with someone who doesn’t know how to hold a simple conversation.

You exhale a breath that seems like you’d been holding forever and slump into the bench. Bella jumps up and sits beside you, laying her head in your lap.

“What am I doing Bella?” You didn’t know why you were so nervous. Normally you and Lucas talk fine whenever you’re with the others but now that you’re alone, you feel that you can’t keep a conversation. You didn’t want to ruin anything with him or make things awkward so it was so hard to talk to him. Lucas was always so sweet to you and you loved talking with him but it was so much easier to not embarrass yourself when you weren’t alone.

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Still in your thoughts, you don’t hear Lucas come up behind you.

“I got something for you”

You nearly jump at the sound of Lucas’ voice and turn around to see his hands behind his back.

“You got me something? Why?”

Without making eye contact with you Lucas just says, “I thought you would really like it.”

Lucas motions for you to close your eyes so he can give you whatever item he bought. You don’t expect his gift to be placed on your head and when you take it off to look at it you gasp. In your hands is the flower crown you saw earlier, made up of intricate gold wiring and little white flowers.

“Lucas why’d you buy this for me?”

He beams knowing you like your gift. “I saw you staring at it when we passed by that shop. I thought you were going to buy it but then you didn’t, so I thought I’d go ahead and get it for you” You were still staring at the beautiful crown in your hands. Lucas adds, “I also just thought you’d look really pretty in it.”

You smile at Lucas and throw your arms around him, not feeling the need to step back this time. He hugs you back until you finally pull away and notice he’s looking down so you try to lock eyes with him while putting the crown back on your head.

“Thank you Lucas, this is really sweet.”

He looks back at you and grins. “It’s nothing. I’m glad you like it”

Sitting back down on the bench with Lucas to throw Bella her dog toys, you notice the air around you is much less tense than before. It’s also very apparent that the space on the bench between you both has gotten much smaller.

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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ELLADINE SARABI

IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡

25 years old

Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place

whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere

Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family

He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally

He’s also of Iranian heritage

Her mother is of German heritage

Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food

Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children

Elladine is the middle child

Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her

Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs

Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it

Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent

it has become difficult seeing her most days

Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class

which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass

She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it

Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit

has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!

Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf

Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent

I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol

Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple

always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad

Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js

Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first

Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that

Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!

Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??

She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others

Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily

Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life

He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her

but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe

I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol

everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other

while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end

To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other

I think words of affirmation is her love language

Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?

“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life

Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)

Will rewind something if she missed it too

Canon: never had morning sex before

but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book

Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it

She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine

her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)

She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲

She’s 5’5–5’6

Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)

Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject

Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does

If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?

Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏

Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk

Wants to travel to Iceland one day

Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?

Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters

Early riser and goes to bed early too lol

She’s the crying drunk lmao

Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol

They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!

Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis

It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt

Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them

What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private

Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”

‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’

Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins

Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN

Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg elladine #litg Nicky #litg genevieve #litg oc #litg mc #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg rafi #litg boat party #litg lily #litg moodboard #I like elladine and I’m in love with her design #wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too!#I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol!#can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!

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hypmic-writings · 4 years

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Hi! ☺️ Can i request a scenario where nemu’s friend ‘s been in love with samatoki and finally decided to tell him their feelings. For the ending, you can decide if you want it to be fluff or angst. Thank you and have a nice day 😊😊

Thanks for requesting! This was adorable and, like everything else I’ve ever written, got a bit out of hand. Hope you enjoy~

You watched closely as Samatoki, Ichiro, Sasara, and Kuko laughed and joked around at the table. Having taken a position in the kitchen, you were able to hear the discussion without having to be a part of it.

This lead you to a pastime you had recently become fond of – watching Samatoki.

You watched him closely as his face shifted through a range of emotions, noting how intense his scowl looked when he was annoyed, yet how charming his smile looked when he laughed. His silver hair was slightly pulled back and his sharp, red eyes watched his teammates closely as the conversation flowed.

“Y/N, you’re staring again,” Nemu giggled as you quickly turned towards her, your cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled, pulling out your phone in an effort to avoid her gaze. She laughed once more and nudged you gently in the arm.

“You can’t hide your feelings from me so easily, you know,” she said from the seat next to you. “Samatoki might be thick-headed, but I’m definitely not.”

You rolled your eyes at her, but took a moment to quickly glance back over at the table.

“I was just listening to their conversation. It’s not like I was paying any special attention to Samatoki,” you said, matter-of-factly. Nemu raised her eyebrow at you and shook her head.

“Oh yea? Tell me what they were just talking about,” she demanded, putting her hands on her hips. Your mind drew an utter blank and all you could think of was Samatoki’s jawline, and how good his outfit looked today.

“Um…a rap battle?” you guessed, knowing that this was the topic of 80% of their conversations. Nemu made a noise signaling that you had given the wrong answer and shook her head, bringing a hand up to her forehead.

“I don’t understand, if you like him so much, why not just ask him out?” she asked, pulling you over to the fridge so that you could help her put away the food she had bought.

You shifted your eyes quickly to Samatoki before bringing them back to your friend.

“I don’t know…what’s the point?” you asked, sighing. “He’s just going to say ‘sorry but I only think of you as a sister’ or something,” you grumbled, mimicking his voice. Nemu smiled encouragingly at you.

“Listen, I’ve known you since we were young and so has Samatoki. You’re a great friend and honestly, you make him a better person,” she iterated, tilting her head a bit. “And actually, I think you make him a lot less violent…” she trailed off in thought. You frowned a bit.

“What do you mean?” you asked, quizzically.

“Mmm, it’s hard to say exactly, but when he’s around you he gets a little softer. Like he doesn’t want to fight around you. Maybe he’s scared of hurting you?” she suggested. You bit your lip in thought.

“But he does the same with you, right? Wouldn’t that mean for sure that he thinks of me as a little sister?” you asked, sighing a bit. Nemu pouted and frowned.

“No, it’s different! I can’t explain it, but it is!” she exclaimed. You fidgeted with the hem of your dress as you thought about Samatoki.

It’s true that you had known him for an incredibly long time, but these feelings had never been this strong before. They had really only begun to form in the past few years. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to act natural around the boy when all he did was make your cheeks flush and your heart race.

Naturally, Nemu found out quickly, but Samatoki was non the wiser.

“Just go for it,” Nemu said, taking your had in her own and squeezing it encouragingly. “Plus, if you marry him, you’ll be my sister for real!” she squealed happily, making you blush once more and hush her quickly.

A few days later, you found yourself at the Aohitsugi residence once more. Nemu had texted you, asking if you wanted to go out, and you had agreed to meet her at her apartment. Unfortunately, she must have been running late, because when the door opened, it was Samatoki.

“Ah, S-Samatoki!” you exclaimed in surprise, your heart already beginning to beat a bit faster than normal. Samatoki casually took a step back, opening the door for you as he spoke.

“Hey, Y/N. Nemu had to run out for an errand real quick, but she said she would be back soon,” Samatoki said, pulling your coat from your hands and hanging it up for you. You took a deep breath and wondered if your friend had planned to leave you alone with him like this.

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll just wait for her then,” you replied, trying to be calm, but finding your voice a few notes higher than usual. Samatoki frowned and looked over at you.

“You okay? Do you want some tea or anything? It’s pretty cold outside,” he remarked, closing the door quickly and following you into the apartment. You shook your head with a nervous smile.

“No, you don’t have to go through the trouble. I’m sure she’ll be here soon enough,” you said, waving your hands out in front of you. Samatoki shrugged.

“Whatever you say,” he said. “I’m putting on a pot for myself though, so I can’t promise I won’t make you some anyways,” he added, shooting you a small smile that made your breath catch in your throat.

You averted your eyes and quickly cleared your throat as you placed your bag on a nearby chair. There was a brief moment of silence as your thoughts raced. This was one of the very few times you had ever been completely alone with Samatoki. Maybe Nemu was right…maybe you had to clear the air with him. Regardless of how he felt about you, he deserved to know your feelings for him.

You would just have to deal with the aftermath.

You slowly turned from your spot towards the kitchen, clasping your hands together as your heart raced in your chest. Where you were once feeling cold when you walked into the apartment, you now felt like you were on fire.

You watched Samatoki for a moment as he poured water into the kettle. When he noticed you standing in the corner of the kitchen he looked up.

“Huh? What’s up? You look like you’re gonna throw up,” Samatoki said, a plain look on his face. You quickly covered your face with your hands and shook your head. Why would he say something like that!?

“No, it’s not…I’m fine,” you managed, taking a deep breath before looking back over at Samatoki. He had put down the pot and you know had his complete attention. His ruby eyes seemed to sparkle as the gazed at you and you willed yourself not to get lost in them.

“There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while…” you began, slowly and trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. “…I just never really knew how to say it…honestly, I still don’t think I know.”

You continued to hold his gaze as you bit your lip in anticipation.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, confused now. You quickly began to speak once more, afraid that you would be interrupted or lose the will to confess your feelings.

“I have feelings for you, Samatoki,” you blurted out, feeling the heat rise to your face as you quickly dropped your gaze down to your feet. “I’m not sure what brought them on, but…I like you,” you stated, a bit quieter now.

There was a brief moment of silence which made you slowly lift your gaze up to Samatoki’s. What you saw in his eyes was surprise and a bit of confusion. When he didn’t move or speak you frowned, your hand over your heart which was pounding hard.

“Do you like me?” you asked, barely audibly. When he realized that your eyes were now on him in anticipation, Samatoki moved his gaze away from you.

You could have been wrong, but you thought his cheeks appeared to be just the slightest shade of pink.

“What are you talking about? Of course, I like you,” he mumbled, crossing his arms in front of him. “I’ve known you forever. If I didn’t like you by now, you would know,” he added, his words sharp but his tone soft.

You could only let the words sink in and wonder if he was reciprocating your feelings, or if he had misunderstood you.

“No, Samatoki,” you said, working up the nerve to ask him as directly as possible. “I have…romantic…feelings for you…” you trailed off, dropping your eyes once more as the words you spoke were far too embarrassing to say to his face. You didn’t have to wait long for a response as Samatoki shifted in front of you.

“Yea, I got that,” he stated defensively. “…I’m not stupid you know…” he grumbled under his voice.

His words made you quickly look back at him, finding his face to be even more lit with a pink hue than before. He was turned away and had his eyes fixed elsewhere. This didn’t bother you though as you felt yourself break into a smile with a sigh of relief.

“Really? So you feel the same way?” you asked, bringing your hands together and gazing up at him with hope in your heart. He glanced back at you before closing his eyes and sighing, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

“Yea, I guess you could say that…” he stated, lowly. You covered your mouth with your hand as you excitedly took a step towards him. He looked down at you now with wide eyes and shook his head.

“What’s with that face?” he asked, quickly holding his head high and keeping a straight face. You reached out and took his hand in your own, grinning at him, unable to contain your own happiness.

“I’m just really happy you feel the same way too! I was worried…” you started, but then decided it would be better not to tell him your worries.

Samatoki started slightly at your touch and gazed at you with wide eyes, his heart beating just a bit faster as you looked up at him with a loving smile. He turned away once more, pressing his lips into a thin line and feeling his cheeks warm up once again.

“You shouldn’t wait so long to tell me these kinds of things. Next time say something sooner, okay?” he said, turning all of his attention to the water on the boiler. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Next time?” you asked.

Before Samatoki could say anything else, the door opened and a voice called out.

“I’m home!”

You felt Samatoki jump at the sound and you quickly let go of his hand, taking a step back. You tried to leave the kitchen but before you could, Nemu popped her head into the doorway with a grin.

“Did I miss anything fun?”

#samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #hypmic #hypnosis mic #samatoki x reader #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic scenarios #hypmic drabbles #imagines #scenarios #drabbles

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fanfics-with-coffee · 4 years

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Beach Day

Beach day with your boyfriends, Akaashi and Bokuto, gone wrong silly?

Genre: P u r e fluff Characters: Poly!Akaashi x reader x Bokuto

As soon as you stepped off the bus you shielded your eyes from the glaring sun which had been blaring down on you and your boyfriends for days now. In front of you there was the never ending expanse of ocean, the horizon only broken by the uneven specks of islands far off in the distance. “WHOA, THERE'S SO MANY ISLANDS AROUND HERE, you think they can see us from all the way over there?" Bokuto's voice broke through the sound of the city behind you and the sound of the never ending noise of the people on the beach in front of you. "I think you should worry more about the people right here on the beach for now." Akaashi reminded the over excited man, squinting as he watched the people right below you three. Looking at the two standing on either side of you, you smiled and watched how Bokuto seemed to suddenly realize the sheer amount of people on the beach right now. Akaashi didn't seem as entranced by Bokuto's shocked face as you were and sighed, starting to lead the way down the stairs connecting the bus stop to the sand below. "C'mon owl-boy, we gotta look for a good spot to settle down or you're never gonna be able to play volleyball" you playfully teased, pulling on the fully unbuttoned, short sleeved, Hawaiian shirt and he obediently followed you, a volleyball stuck under his arm.

It was clear that you guys weren't the only people who thought today had been the perfect beach day as it was bustling with activity and people sunbathing, as well as people just normally bathing in the deep blue waves softly hitting the beach. Luckily everyone had dressed for the weather, Bokuto wearing the coolest outfit as he had just thrown on his swimming trunks and the fittingly silly hawaiian shirt which he had left unbuttoned, not that you complained. Akaashi went a bit more modest as he decided to at least throw on a proper white T-shirt with his trunks, a pair of sunglasses placed atop his head for the moment being. You dressed similarly, your bathing clothes working as a base together with whatever you felt was modest enough to travel on a bus with but nothing that would make you sweat in the summer heat. But you would be lying if you weren’t just waiting to get out of it and just lay in the shade, reading a book while watching your two favourite people play volleyball and maybe take a walk along the shore.

You quickly realised that that might be a much more difficult goal to accomplish then you had initially thought as every possible spot with availability to shade had already been claimed by people with similar plans. Akaashi had at this point taken your hand in his, afraid you’d be lost among the people. “Hey, Akaashiii, how come you’re not holding my hand huh? Aren’t you afraid I’d get lost too?” Bokuto sped up his pace to match yours, holding out his hand and making a grabby motion towards the raven haired man, pouting. “How could I? I’d probably hear you all the way from those islands you were talking about” He glanced back at you two, seemingly adamant about his decision to only hold your hand for now. But that didn’t last as he looked at Bokuto for more then two seconds and without another word he held out his other hand too. The older man instantly perked up and took ahold, happily being dragged along now. “You’re impossible..” “And yet you love usss.” You mused with Bokuto putting a hand on the small of your back, grinning. And so your trio moved across the beach.

“Hey, doesn’t that look like a good spot?” After only a minute or so you finally spotted a big enough place in the shade for you all to comfortable set up for the day. Bokuto vocally expressed his excitement, suddenly taking the lead and pulling you all along, no questions asked. Akaashi had almost tripped in the sand when his arm suddenly jerked in the direction of the spot but managed to catch himself before checking so you had survived the pull too. Thankfully you had, and not only that, you were laughing at the silliness of your boyfriends antics. But things didn’t go as planned as you got closer to the so called promised land.

“Oo- Half-n-half?” Bokuto stopped dead in his tracks, and dropped not only your hand but the ball he had been carrying too, surprised by the familiar face standing in front of him.

“Eh? What do you mean half-n-half… Your hair isn’t much better…” Kenma glared, a switch in his hands and a sports bag slung over his shoulder. You were about as surprised as Bokuto was and then you heard someone else speak up.

“What, you’re just gonna ignore me, owl bastard?” “ROOSTER HEAD?” “Don’t act like you didn’t ignore me on purpose!”

As the sudden dispute escalated between Kuroo and your own “owl bastard”, you took the moment to get your head around the situation, so did Akaashi who pulled up his own bag and picked up the one Bokuto had dropped in his shock. You looked to Kenma who was busy getting mildly annoyed at the two bickering men, impatiently waiting for them to calm down.

“So you and Kuroo are here for a beach day yourselves, huh, Kenma?” You smiled, taking a couple steps closer so you wouldn’t have to yell. He finally looked at you and vaguely nodded his head before looking back.

“I guess, Kuroo wanted to get a tan and dragged me along with him. I’m just planning on gaming though, I’m not looking to get a sun burn.” You hummed in acknowledgment, you weren’t surprised that Kenma wasn’t the one who initiated the trip. “That’s why we need the shade here, it’s difficult to play games with a sun glare on the screen”

The way he looked at you was almost challenging, like he made it clear that he wasn’t willing to give up the shaded spot. While you had been around Kenma a couple times along with Kuroo and Bokuto, you had never stood between him and something he wanted so were a little taken aback. Luckily, Akaashi was quick to back you up even if there was no real danger.

“I’m guessing its about as difficult as reading a book with the sun in your eyes.” Akaashi’s responded for you, clearly not backing down as he let a hand land on your waist. Kenma glanced at his hand and then the small bag you were carrying, quickly connecting the dots and pursing his lips. By now the two other people in your group had noticed what was going on and stopped their own shenanigans, curious about the situation that had formed. Kuroo was the first to separate from Bokuto, walking over to standing besides Kenma with a smirk. Bokuto in return walked over to Akaashi and you, putting his hands on his hips while wearing a confident grin.

“Seems like none of us are willing to give up the spot, eh?” Kuroo glanced at Kenma who was still staring at you three.

“Nope! So if you want it, you gotta take it from us fair and square! Right Akaashi? Y/N?” Bokuto quickly looked to you two, expectantly waiting for confirmation. While he looked like an owl, he reminded you more of a puppy.

“Right. It’s the least you can do for the spot, Nekoma.” Akaashi backed him up, something that Bokuto clearly got excited about. You looked to the two and sighed, smiling despite yourself.

The two opponents nodded and within seconds they were coming up with fair suggestions on how they could fight for the spot. Volleyball came up immediately but because of the little space on the beach, there wasn’t really a way to play during these busy hours. But after that, they came to the agreement of a race. To the ice cream shack and back to the spot, first team member to get there won it. Simple goal, simple rules.

“Y/N, you’ll be the judge.” Akaashi made eye contact to confirm his statement, checking so you would agree with it just in case. You nod, of course and straighten your back a little to prove your attention the assignment. Kuroo clearly perked up at this fact, getting playfully smug face.

“Hmm? How can we know they won’t be biased?” He asked, tilting his head. He knew you wouldn’t, you could see that in his eyes, but he couldn’t help wanting to provoke your boyfriends a little. Something that clearly worked as Bokuto puffed up his chest and furrowed his brows. Kenma gently slapped Kuroo’s arm, annoyed he had even agreed to this competition from the beginning and now he was prolonging the whole thing with useless teasing.

“Our Y/N? Never! That’s preposterous!” He argued, ready to get in another harmless tussle with the tall, dark-haired man. He was ready to defend your honor at the drop of a hat even if it was absolutely unnecessary as Akaashi mentioned that no one in this situation could be totally unbiased. Realising if you didn’t interrupt the situation now they would go on another discussion that would last god knows how long. And so you cleared your throat, gaining the mens attention while you pulled out a tissue from your bag, holding it up.

“Participants on your mark!” You said aloud, said participants quickly moving and pointing to each others feet as they scrambled to get on an even row, Akaashi taking an obvious leadership role in this. “Get ready!” You raised the tissue.

Paused. And..

“GO!”

You dropped your hand, the white tissue acting as the starting shot. They started running, throwing up sand behind them and leaving you in the shade, together with a Hawaiian shirt thrown off last second. You kept an eyes on them as they ran towards the ice cream shack but you noticed that Kenma was already falling behind, he clearly had a worse footing then the other three on the sand. While you wish you could’ve seen the whole thing with your eyes, they ended up getting lost in the maze of bodies, fighting to find the quickest way to the faded blue building. Bokuto and Kuroo were keeping their eyes on each other, throwing looks as they saw their competitor between unrelated bodies. Akaashi on the other hand was running his own race, his eyes darting from spot to spot as to find the smartest and most efficient way. Kenma got further and further behind, unable to keep up but still working logically, dodging people with practiced ease.

As they reached the shack, Bokuto and Kuroo slapped the side of the building only nanoseconds after each other, making eye contact before turning and sprinting back. Akaashi was only seconds behind, seeing the white and black tuft of hair diving back into sea of people and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, thinking back to you. But that didn’t stop him from taking another deep breath and giving it his all on the way back too. Kenma was a… different story. He had run out of steam quickly and by the time he had gotten to the shack, he had already seen Kuroo wave at him. But he kept at it, knowing Kuroo wouldn’t shut up about it if he didn’t.

Back in the shade you had pulled out your water bottle, sipping on in, waiting for someone you recognized. And there he came, jumping out of the crowd, chest exposed and covered in sweat, grinning from ear to ear. Bokuto. Kuroo was the second person you saw but you also realised he was about to get passed by Akaashi whose stamina training was showing. With a shout and a leap, Bokuto crossed the line, hands thrown up in the air and you waved your tissue in the air, grinning almost as big as he was. Kuroo and Akaashi crossed the imagined line at about the same time, both of them stopping to catch their breath, Akaashi leaning his hands on his knees and Kuroo going as far as to sit down.

“D… damn…” Kuroo whispered as he leaned is head back, tilting it so he could watch you and your boyfriends who were celebrating as if they just gotten into Japans national team. Bokuto had grabbed you, lifting you up and spinning around before kissing your lips. Akaashi approaching to congratulate him and got pulled into a sideway hug accompanied by a kiss to his temple from the other. Kuroo couldn’t help but smile before it hit him, where the hell had Kenma gone.

Crossing the finish line minutes after the others, Kenma arrived with an ice lolly, examining the scene and realising what had happened.

“I guess we lost the spot.” He walked up besides Kuroo, taking another lick of his ice cream as he watched your celebrations. You looked over to the Nekoma boys and watched as they started packing their things. While the whole thing had been fun, it wasn’t really your thing to not at least try to compromise. Walking up to them, you smiled and put your hands behind you back.

“Hey, you guy’s don’t actually have to leave”

It wasn’t actually too hard to get everything to work. Since there were now four people wanting to play volleyball, or at least Kenma agreed to play for a bit, they spent majority of the time going at it in the sun. And you enjoyed your time watching them between reading the pages of your book. You had enjoyed your time regardless but seeing your two favourite men, shirtless and shining with sweat in the sun, their muscles visibly moving as they tensed and relaxed. Yeah, you’d enjoy your time but this was way better.

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secret-time-is-here · 4 years

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Double stitched - Rewrite

Finally did the rewrite :D

A lot of Double stitched is out of date and no longer canon in Dreamswap, so I’ve been wanting to fix it for a while... and now I will :)

Probably A LOT of the series will need some rewriting, better working with Ink, Dream, Blue, Nightmare- all the characters... And Underverse Error espically... because well, I didn’t really get to work too well with the canon of his character at the time-keep in mind I wrote this two years ago and finished the series a year ago-so After a while of thinking I started working on it and I’m super exicted to share it! :)

(For those that don’t remember, this is a little Errorcest, just a random idea of if UnderVerse Error got stuck in DreamSwap, and somehow I made it gay. I chose not to question it myself and just rewrite the story.)

FIXED DOUBLE STITCHED SO THE DREAMSWAP CHARACTERS ARE HUMAN LIKE THEY ARE IN ONEBIZZAREKIA’S CANON

Also, for once, I did do the glitching, and from now on will be trying to pre-write chapter so I can make it more accurate and go over mistakes, as well as do the glitching to make it a little more Error. There is a difference between DS!Error’s and UV!Error’s glitching though, but only slight, just enough so you can tell without me saying it.

Chapter 1

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Groaning, the glitched skeleton woke up, body sore from fighting, bones creaking in protest, wanting more rest. Where was he? Last his buzzing mind could remember he was fighting Ink, then the stupid squid teleported him away from the near destruction of the Au they were in. He couldn’t have been teleported far… but his surroundings said otherwise.

Sitting up and looking around, he was in the Anti Void, but it didn’t feel like it. What was that damned place Core brought survivors to-wasn’t that place supposed to look like the Anti Void? This new place felt foreign, his magic somewhere in it, but different elements. More basic, not his destructive magic that came with his title as a god.

How far away was he teleported? The Anti Void was vast, but there’s no way he made it back to where he first entered, way back to when he was only a pathetic Geno variant.

Searching the space, he felt two more presences of magic, one that was near identical to the Cross he knew and another that felt like a toned-down version of Nightmare, the same amount of magic as that little insolent guardian Dream.

Why would Cross, much less someone with the same magic presence as Nightmare, be in the Anti Void?

Quickly, the destroyer opened serval windows, checking on the AUs, confirming if they were all still the same. They weren’t.

A large, near castle-like building with a “JR” logo plastered on its front sign, was in place of Nightmare’s mansion, a god-like human version of Dream judging by the crown, and a pretty normal-looking human Ink talking and possibly looking over the paper’s in the room he checked on.

When did Dream get so tall? Or get wings? His outfit was totally different too. The crown still sat perched on his skull, but he had the tunic he used to wear, just a different color-a plain brown, with a yellow flaming jacket over it. The cuffs and hood of which were fluffy. An odd trinket sat just under the fold of his collar too, what looked like an ovular spiked sun with a red jewel resting in the middle. He was also wearing basic pants and tied shoes, completely different from the normal boots and battle gear that the destroyer was used to seeing. His skin was almond, eyes blood shot with yellow-pupils a darker yellow to stand out, and hair dark blonde. Looking neat and kept, parted off to the side of his head.

Even Ink was different, dull colors instead of the vibrant ones the artist usually had. Dull grays, dirty browns and bronze colored his outfit. The only thing still vibrant about him being the being his colorful expression of boredom and the shiny “JR” pin on his paintless peanut brown scarf. It was weird. A simple black t-shirt, plain brown jacket with dark gray cuffs and hood, coin gray shorts, boring lace-up ankle shoes. Honestly, the only thing that looked the same was the paint stain on his cheek.

Inks skin was reddish golden, darker freckles peaking out from underneath the paint stain and across his face. His eyes were still mismatched, one green and the other orange. His bright blonde hair was shaved on the sides and swooped over to the right, showing off the double gold piercings in his ears. Ash gray tattoos peaked out from underneath his shorts, curling and crawling down his calves with long bold designs. His paint brush had changed as well, barely noticeable from a distance, a long thin pole with a small long tuff of hair at the end, the “JR” pin hanging on as an accessory by some decorated strings.

The different Ink seemed to get fed up with the god-Dream and left the room, flipping the bird and showing off brown fingerless gloves as well.

“MaybE THIs Ink and I cOuLd gET aLOnG...” He chuckled, before moving his attention to the next window he had opened, surprisingly not far from the god-Dream.

Some version of Blueberry was there static and glitching, small white blocks littering his left eye. Just like Dream and Ink, his outfit was different too and he was also human. Instead of a tattered and worn bandana, he wore a long blue scarf, a long-sleeved half blue half spiked white sweater, plain pants, and blue boots. His skin was a pale vanilla, and eyes a light blue, matching well with his light fawn brown hair. Was he stalking the god-Dream?! Jeez, this was definitely not his multiverse.

Abruptly, not minutes after Ink left, Blue got out of his hiding spot and strutted into Dream’s office, the look on the Guardian’s face was priceless. Man, now he wants to see the little baby grandpa in his multiverse have an actually pissed face.

Deciding that the expression was too much, he scouted for any other’s he could recognize, swiftly finding a human Cross and another human that looked like a purple version of the Dream he knew. At least this Cross looked a little less dorky, and less complicated outfit. That ridiculously big hood was gone, and he wore a simple black long sleeved shirt instead of a turtle neck, his scarf still wrapped around his neck but split off into two ends. Instead of X’s being extra accessories, they were actually in the design of the shirt and shorts, the shoes still owning a cross on each, the color changed to a pitch black. Still not a color in sight except the red scar that adorned his cheek and the single red eye that showed Chara was still very active in this world, the other eye grey.

His skin was quite literally white, as pale and plain as the AntiVoid. His hair was white as well, although a little duller, like a drop of grey mixed in with pure white paint. His hair was styled to meet together at the top, he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact it looked like a trimmed bush. Much like the Ink he had seen earlier, this Cross had piercings, a single black circle on the bottom of each earlobe.

“Nightmare!” This multiverse’s Cross yelled to the purple Dream, who innocently poked his head out of what was probably his room, “Did you put dye in my toothpaste?!” The destroyer just had to turn the window around to see- yep, purple-tinted teeth. At least this Nightmare seemed to be somewhat evil.

He couldn’t help but laugh, all the same, he was so… short. A crown similar to Dream’s sat snug on his head parting his bangs and the rest of his hair, but instead of curving in, at the middle sat a plate with a waxing crescent engraved into it. His skin was nearly the same color as the Dream he had seen before, just a tad darker, light purple eyes beaming through the shade of his untidy and mess bangs. This Nightmare also wore a tunic similar to the God-Dreams, but instead of a plain brown, he wore one that was black lined with white that was short-sleeved, and a torn-up purple scarf hung off his shoulders with a waxing crescent pin holding it together. Purple boots decorated his feet in contrast to slippers covered in tarry goo. They were completely different people at least from physical appearance. He had no clue about their personality yet.

Finally, he searched for one person specifically, where was this multiverse’s version of himself? Was he out giddily destroying AUs? Taking souls to add to his collection? Not even close, just being wimpy and knitting together some doll while sitting in a random OuterTale timeline.

Their outfit was terribly plain too, not that he was incredibly good at fashion, but he does have eyelights. Simple short sleeve hoodie, plain boring short scarf, boring red shirt, simple gloves, dark shorts, and high laced boots. His skin was dark like his own bones, this versions dark brown hair pulled back and braided into long dreadlocks.

Changing the window to a portal, he jumped out of the weird Anti Void and landed nearby the other, startling the skeleton some.

“WhO-O...?” They tried to start but was swiftly cut off.

“I gOt sOmE quEsTIOns, buddy.” His glitching voice explained, getting straight to the point, “I dOn’T knOw wHaT muLTIvERsE I’m In, oR hOw ThE HeLl I gOT HeRE.” He continued, noticing that there was another difference, their eyes. This multiverse’s Error not sharing the red back-drop, his left eye yellow, and the right red. Curved red rimmed glasses sitting just in front of them. The tear stains there but altered incredibly, a near electric blue flowing down his cheeks like cracks in glass “BuT I dO knOw THaT yOu’RE an aLTERnaTE vERsIOn Of mE and I nEEd answERs.”

The other Error stared at him, confused, they seemed to both have the glitching and error messages at least.

“Okay…? I guEss? Sit dOwn and I’ll tRy-Ry and hElp yOu, u-uh, OthER… mE?”

“NO fIGhT? JEEz, THIs muLTIvERsE Is wImpy and wEIRd.” The destroyer commented, sitting down a yard or so away from the other, haphephobia making it difficult to sit any closer.

“BEfORE any quEstiOns, wE shOuld pRObably gEt this namE thing sOrtEd, uh-” His alternate spoke, voice not nearly as glitchy as his. Suddenly, the other Error snapped his fingers, “YOu glitch mORE than mE! WE can call yOu Glitch- and I guEss I can gO by…” The other skeleton looked down at his hands, “...StRings.”

“ALrIghT, STrINGs, wHaT’s GOInG On In THIs muLTIvERsE? SO faR, DREam sOmEHOw gOT wInGs, Ink and I cOuLd acTuaLLy GeT aLOnG fOR OncE, BluE Is a sTaLkER and GLiTChy, NiGHTmaRE isn’t cOvEREd In TaR, CROss acTuaLLy sHOws EmOTIOns, and yOu jusT sEEm LIkE a wImpy LEss amazInG vERsIOn Of mE. And EvEryOnE’s Human.”

Strings gave him a confused look, especially on the part of them being humans, mixed with a glare for the comment.

“Can yOu Explain hOw yOuR multivERsE is?” The other Error asked through gritted yellow teeth, another shared trait.

“SuRE? Ink’s an emOTIOnLEss ass, DREam’s a usELEss prOTEcTOR wITH a babyfacE-but sTILL can be an ass and GeT In my way, BluE Is a dETERmInEd paIn In THe ass, NIgHTmaRE’s a smaRT ass, CROss Is aLsO an emOTIOnLEss ass, and Of cOuRsE, I’m awEsOmE and back tO dEsTROyInG AUs afTeR THaT squId bROkE OuR sTupId TRucE.” Glitch said simply, leaning back against the rocks and staring up into space, “In summaRy, EvERyOnE’s an assHoLE THaT GeT’s In my way, buT THe dRama Is beTtER THan UndERNovELa sO I can’T cOmpLaIn tOO much. Plus, wE’RE aLL skELETOns, wHITE bOnEs, ExcEpT fOR mE, and NIGHTmaRE I guEss.”

Strings hummed in reply, not fully happy with the explanation, mainly because of the destroying AUs part, but not wanting to fight at the moment. Leisurely, he started to get back to work on the doll he had started to work on before Glitch randomly appeared.

The destroyer looked over to the other at the sound of needles clicking fast, sitting back up as he watched Strings proficiently and easily knit away at the doll. His hands moving quickly, looping around and pulling more string from his eyes on occasion, method well-practiced.

“HeH,” Glitch let a chuckle escape, “nO maTTeR tHe muLTIvERsE, I can aT LEasT cOunT On OTHeR mE’s knOwInG hOw To knIT.”

“And hERe I thOught I was wimpy and lEss amazing, mR.EgO cOmplEx.” Strings joked sarcastically, smirking all the while. Slightly slowing his pace down to talk easier, he asked: “YOu knit tOO? DEspitE bEing an all-mighty dEstrOyER oR whatEvER?”

“Of cOuRsE I dO! BEsT pasT TImE, asIdE fROm UndERNOvELLa.” He smiled slightly, not used to doing it so carefree, only ever really smiling at the chaotic destruction of an AU.

Time went on like that, just them talking. Finding their few differences but mostly sharing their commonalities. It felt like hours had passed by in the blink of an eye when in reality, they hadn’t been talking for that long. Their conversation was abruptly stopped when a portal opened behind them, two figures running out of it.

“Night? CROss? What are yOu guys dOing hErE?” Strings asked, standing up and running over to his friends, Glitch watching awkwardly from a distance.

“You’ve been gone for hours!” Cross shouted, nearly lurching at strings before stopping himself. Strings, understanding what he was going for, slowly eased into hugging him, “We were worried… if Dream found you...”

“PlEasE, guys, I’m the OnE that busts yOu twO Out. I’m finE.” Strings assured.

Glitch, feeling left out, decided to walk over and get introductions out of the way.

“HEaRTfElt REunIOn, whaTevER, I’m kInda sTuck heRE and fROm a dIffEREnT muLTIvERsE, sO yEaH.” Glitch swiftly interrupted, standing somewhat near the group of housemates or whatever they were. Strings didn’t mention specifically what they were to him.

“SoRRy, GlItch. Night, CROss, this is Glitch- An ErROr fROm a diffEREnt multivERsE.” Strings gestured, not surprised when his counterpart didn’t accept the handshake from Nightmare and instead moved away from it. “Glitch, this is my NightmarE and CROss, my bEst fRiEnds, tEammatEs, annOying hOusEmatEs...”

“Rude.” Cross spoke up, but a small smile appeared with the comment, Strings rolling his eye lights to the stars, Glitch only nodding in acceptance.

“So… uh,” Nightmare tried to converse, “How different is your multiverse?”

Dreamswap, concept and outfits, all belongs to @onebizarrekai

Ink belongs to @comyet

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Cross & underverse belong to @jakei95

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 4 years

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Nico and Poppy from Kamen Rider Ex-Aid, R. Uhhhm, not as a pairing, though

R is for respite

Nico wakes up to the sound of Taiga and some woman arguing in the doorway of her room.

Her first, bleary thought is, what’s Taiga doing in my room? Next, once she recognizes the woman’s voice, is, what’s Poppy doing in my room? And then, when the sleep begins to clear away from her eyes and she realizes that she’s been using one of her nursing textbooks as a pillow, am I not in my room?

She sits up, wincing at the ache in her neck, and Poppy cuts off in the middle of, “--just because you live on protein bars and energy drinks doesn’t mean she can--Nico! You’re awake!”

Nico nods with difficulty. She’s not in her room, she’s in Taiga’s little office at the clinic, and she’s face-down in a textbook because she was up until four in the morning studying for an exam. “What time is it?”

“Noon,” Taiga says shortly.

“Shit, I’m late for class--”

“On Sunday.”

“Oh.”

“You see, she doesn’t even know what day it is.” Poppy looks angry. Nico’s seen her look angry before, but it’s always sort of weird with her pink hair and cutesy outfit. “You’re her doctor, you’re supposed to notice when she’s running herself ragged.”

Taiga glances over at Nico, and she almost sticks her tongue out at him, but she doesn’t because of how visibly guilty and uncomfortable he looks. “I’m an oncologist, not a general practitioner.” He shrinks slightly under Poppy’s glare, and now Nico does giggle, it’s so rare to see him looking cowed. “But I should have noticed, yes. I’m sorry,” to Nico, “I should have made sure you were sleeping enough.”

“You don’t sleep enough either.” Nico gets up, wincing. “I’m your nurse, I should be getting on your case about that.” Poppy makes a worried noise, and Nico shrugs. “He has nightmares.”

Poppy nods, looking sad. “There’s a lot of that going around, isn’t there? I’d probably have them too if I slept.” And then she brightens. “But. For right now! You’re going to go put your books away and we’re going to have a girls day!”

Nico blinks. “We’re going to what?”

“You know, where we get our nails done and go shopping and get, um. Ice cream or something? And sometimes there’s karaoke?” Poppy frowns thoughtfully. “I’ve never actually had a girls day, but I’m pretty sure that’s how they’re supposed to work.”

Taiga puts a hand over his mouth, and Nico, at least, can tell that it’s because he’s trying very hard not to start laughing. She grins and starts gathering her books and papers. “I’ve never had one either, but I guess I can give it a shot. Can a Bugster get a manicure?”

“I don’t know, but that’s no reason not to try, right?”

As it turns out, Bugsters can’t get their nails trimmed, because their nails don’t grow, but they can get them painted. Poppy and Nico pick out a color together, an eye-searing shade of neon green that matches Nico’s shirt. While the technicians are working on Nico’s nails, Poppy says, “So how are nursing classes going?”

“They’re fine. It’s not too hard, I was a little surprised.”

“Yeah! It’s not a terribly difficult course if you’ve got a knack for it. Of course, I took an accelerated program because of my,” Poppy glances around, “special circumstances, you know, but I liked it!”

“Wait, you actually took a nursing course? I thought it was just a front.”

“Of course! I needed to at least know the basics to help out in the CR.”

“Did you study...here?”

“You mean as opposed to digitally? Oh, I did all in-person classes. You know, so it wouldn’t look funny.”

Nico frowns. “I guess that makes sense.”

Shopping turns out to be a bust, because Poppy can change her clothes whenever she feels like it and Nico’s never liked trying things on in public fitting rooms, but frozen yogurt definitely works. In fact, frozen yogurt’s incredibly fun, given how much time they spend trying to outdo each other with the extravagant toppings they pick out. Of course that means both their portions are very heavy by the time they’re done, and the bill comes out to nearly three thousand yen, but then the weather’s so they can sit down outside with their gummy bear and cereal-laden dishes. Nico takes a bite, makes a face--gummy bears don’t really make a great frozen yogurt topping--and then blinks. “Thank you for covering this, by the way.”

Poppy beams at her. “Sure! The Ministry of Health pays me pretty well, but I never know what to do with it, you know, since I don’t actually need to buy anything and I’ve got my cabinet to live in.”

“I guess that makes sense. I haven’t done a tournament in a while, so most of my money’s kinda tied up in investments. Like, I get a monthly payment from them, the guy at the bank helped me with it, but I should probably go kick some butt at Dead Or Alive or something sometime soon.” Nico takes another bite. “I kinda miss tournaments, anyway...wait, maybe this is super rude but how do you have a bank account?”

Poppy makes a delighted noise and produces her little pink wallet from...somewhere. “The Ministry of Health helped get my legal identity in order, they were really nice about it.” She opens the wallet. “I even have a driver’s license, see?”

“Wait, you can drive?”

“Yeah! Mostly I don’t, but I can.” The wallet goes away again. “Also apparently it was super super helpful that they did it for me because then they had all the procedures in place already, they had to do it again for some guy over in Tokyo a couple of years ago.”

“There’s another Bugster working for the Ministry of Health?”

“No, he was working with the police. And he wasn’t a Bugster, I think he was some kind of robot.”

“Wow, ok, that’s wild.” Nico takes a third bite. “This is actually...really bad, I’m never getting gummy bears on this again.”

Poppy frowns, takes a bite of her own--which is covered in fruit boba and coconut shreds and a different kind of cereal--and makes a face. “You’re pight. This was a perrible pidea.”

There’s a long moment, and then Nico breaks into hysterical giggles. “It’s kind of nice,” she gasps, “being worried about something normal for once, isn’t it?”

In the booth at the karaoke place, Poppy sings all the bounciest songs available, and then sits and stares in shock as Nico wails her way through the loudest metal track they’ve got. After two songs her throat is sore, and she sits down on the couch with a thump. “Ow.” Her voice comes out in a croak. “I haven’t done that in ages.”

“That was loud.”

“Yeah, if I’ve been practicing I can get even louder.” Nico grins and then drains a glass of water.

“Wanna do a song together?”

“...sure?”

They spend a few minutes flipping through the binder with the song listings, trying to find something they can agree on. Then, though, Poppy elbows Nico gently, a sly smile on her face. “So. Any boys in your life lately?”

Nico groans. “Nope. Too busy with school.”

“Not even Parad?”

Nico feels her face go hot. “I--what? Parad? No. Did he say something about me?”

“He said you’ve been playing Street Fighter with him a lot.”

“Just, just online, because I can’t sleep sometimes.” Nico curses internally as her ears warm up. “I beat him a couple of times the other night, that was pretty cool. I--what’s that look, don’t look at me like that.” She hides her face in her hands.

Poppy continues to give her the look. “You like him, don’t you.”

She sputters, scrambles for her phone, and sends a text to Taiga, [poppy is cyberbullying me], to which he responds with an entirely heartless series of emojis, and then, [good].

Poppy, looking over her shoulder, makes an indignant noise. “I’m not--I’m pight pere, pow pan I pe pyberbullying pou?”

“You’re a cyber person, all the bullying you do is cyberbullying.“

“Oh, you little--I am not--” Poppy frowns. “You know, though, that does make sense. Sort of. Ooh, I think I know this song, we could do this one.”

Nico squints at the page. “Sure, yeah, I know that one.”

They get out of the karaoke place in time to go get noodles for dinner, and near the end of the meal Nico pauses over the last of her meal and says, “This is. This has been. Really nice. Thanks, Poppy.”

Poppy beams at her. “You’re very welcome! Thank you! I don’t get to do normal things a lot, I’ve enjoyed spending time with you!”

Despite herself, Nico grins. “When do any of us ever get to do normal stuff?” She pauses. “I’m an only kid, but I think if I had a big sister it’d be nice if she was like you.”

Poppy turns bright pink and makes a delighted squealing noise. “I can be your sister if you like, I’d love to be someone’s sister.”

Nico holds out her fist across the table, and Poppy shyly bumps knuckles with her before making another delighted noise.

On their way back to the clinic, though, Nico stops on the sidewalk and says, “If we’re sisters you can’t ask me more weird stuff about Parad, though.”

Poppy giggles. “Actually I’m pretty sure sisters are supposed to do exactly that. I think maybe I have to ask you about boys you like.”

“He is not a boy I like. He’s, he’s weird, and he’s too tall, and he’s got his whole weird psychic connection with M or whatever, and--”

“And you like him.”

“I do not!”

#saiba nico #poppy pipopapo #hanaya taiga #fanfiction #anonamouse

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Confidence Boost - Hermod x Fem!Reader

Hermod is sweet and I like him, but he’s a character I don’t write much of so it’s a little difficult for me to get a grasp on him. Oh well. I still had fun and it’s good practice.

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Frames nearly slip from my nose. Of course they would start to fall when my arms were full of books requested by the Master.

“Oh come on,” I grumble, tilting my head back, but that turns out to be too awkward and ridiculous to walk. Just a few more steps into my journey, the eyewear leaps from my face.

“Woah!” If the voice hadn’t given it away, the blur of gray and green absolutely does. “Hold on.” Fire shoots across my skin when the glasses slide back into place, clearing everything right up—including that smile. “Need some help?”

At least my voice holds together. “Um thanks.” Lightening the load, the young man accompanies me back to class.

Hermod: model student, well-mannered, kind, and the object of my infatuation. We started our training together with the rest of our classmates, when my bashfulness was leagues worse than it is now. Connecting to the people I’d be spending the next several years of my life with was way over my head, but Hermod made an effort to include me. The wall I protected myself with started to crumble and my classmates became family; I could never get over the kindness shown me though. That grateful seed bloomed into a crush that is spiraling out of my control. It drives me to seek his company in my free time or to instantly zero in on him when enters into mine. It’s a distraction and a hobby and detrimental to my sanity.

Shortly after the books are delivered, class starts. Everything goes by as normal until combat training rolls around. Having gone up against Eraqus in a friendly spar, I’m sweating and plop down beside Bragi. Hermod and Urd are up next and I can’t look away from him.

“Ah, to be a young woman in love.”

Fire erupts beneath my skin. Eyes turn on Smarmy Fluffcoat who wears the smirk of a fox over a cornered mouse—he’s got his claws around my heart. The rattled brain’s feeble attempt at a warning shove only serves to amuse him.

“Be nice, Bragi,” our shortest classmate breaks in. “You can’t pick on her for something everyone knows.” That flame is doused by icy blood.

“Everyone except Hermod,” inputs a passing Xehanort, confirming that everyone does know.

Fluffcoat’s eyes light up. “Oh, you guys know what would be fun?” Uncomfortable is that look he’s giving me. “We should help our little lovebird here.”

“I dunno,” Vor hums before I can object.

The boy in black folds his arms. “Surely Hermod must be close to noticing. Maybe we should just leave them be.”

“Please. Natural selection will take them out before either of them realizes it,” Smarmy scoffs. “All I’m sayin’ is we give this thing a little push.” The two are seriously considering his plan. “It’ll be easy. We just drop her in front of a monster and watch Brother Bear tear it apart.”

My jaw drops open but the other two seem less fazed. “That would work except she could just defend herself.” Vor’s answer confirms they’re actually on board with this nonsense.

Xehanort adds, “She’s right. What if we-”

I have to interject. “Excuse me! I-”

Bragi pats my head. “Not now, honey, the grownups are talking. Go play with Era.” The sheer stupidity of the statement shuts me right up, allowing their conversation to continue. Dumbstruck, I wander to the boy in white on the other bench.

“What happened to you?”

“The grownups are talking…”

His response is a look of ‘what?!’ but I know just as much about what they’re planning as he does.

The knowledge that specifically those three are trying to intervene in something that I was completely fine keeping to myself has me jittery. Just as I start getting back into routine—the second my eyes wander to the model student—I feel predatory gazes and, sure enough, all three are staring at me like a pack of hyenas.

The final bell tolls and I keep my head down while I collect my things. However, my attempt to remain inconspicuous is thwarted when the reason for my heckling approaches.

“Hey, are you okay?”

My heart shudders. “Uh yeah. Why?” You idiot! You know why! Don’t ask him!

“You just seem kind of tense. Is something bothering you?” If it weren’t for the monsters stalking me, I’d probably swoon over those steel-color eyes.

Yes! “N-No. I’m fine. Thank you though.”

His worry dissolves into that little smile I love when we talk. “Do you want to work on the magic assignment together?”

“I’d re-”

“Oh no you don’t!” Undignified is all I can use to describe the yelp that escapes when Vor snatches my arm and begins hauling me away. “You’ll have to find another study buddy today!” My pleading look goes unnoticed by the stunned young man.

The dragging doesn’t stop outside the classroom; instead, Vor and the mischief boys drag me back to my dorm.

“Guys, I think this is going too far,” I complain.

Xehanort is the first to display his neglect of my concerns. “Do you really need these glasses?” All detail drop from the world.

“Yes, I really do.”

“Got any contacts?”

“Yeah, but they’re a hassle.”

“Go put them in.”

“But-”

“Go on.”

Grumbling, I waddle to my bathroom and find said contacts. When I return, Vor pipes up, “Can you see us now?”

“Yeah…?”

“Good! Now your clothes!”

Leaping out the window almost becomes a viable option while my so-called friends critique my entire wardrobe and put me in dozens of combinations before they find one they’re satisfied with. I admit this is an outfit I wouldn’t have considered nor is it bad.

“Alright, she looks great, but she’s not gonna get anywhere if she turns to mush every time she sees him,” Xe points out, ignoring my sigh of complaint.

Bragi aims a finger at him. “What she needs to do is be assertive.”

These three are going to be the death of me.

Next comes “confidence training.” It turns out to be extra entertaining—Bragi’s impression of my crush is way off the mark but hilarious to watch while the others attempt to demonstrate what I should be doing; Xehanort is a much more convincing Hermod when it’s Fluffcoat’s turn. In the end, Smarmy’s examples are a little too smarmy and Vor is actually frightening, so it’s Xehanort that becomes my template for confidence, though his level of brazen is still beyond me. Their insistence that I try out a few lines on them has me beet-red but it gets surprisingly easier each time.

“Alright, I think she’s ready!” announces the other girl.

Bragi smirks. “What are the rules?”

Hesitation. “Uh…Be confident, tell him what I want, and…don’t kiss…him?”

“Bingo!”

“What’s the reason behind that last one again?”

“It’s that psychology of leaving someone wanting more,” Xe explains.

My shoulders droop. “Why is this so hard?!”

Vor pinches at my cheek. “Because you’re so in love!” She’s going to destroy what little backbone I’ve managed to grow if she keeps that up. “Now let’s go find Hermy!”

“Now?!”

The boys shove me out the door, chanting, “Yes, now!”

Anxiety cools the longer we search for the studious boy though I don’t know if that’s from me getting comfortable with the idea or my hopes that we won’t find him. It’s when we wander outside that both of those options are destroyed.

“There he is,” Xehanort announces, pointing down the front steps. Indeed he is, sitting just off the brick path with a book in hand.

“Here’s your chance, girly.” The red-head pushes me closer to the steps.

Molten butterflies swarm in my stomach. “Guys, I don’t think this is gonna work,” I squeak.

Vor slaps my hands from fidgeting with my clothes. “It’ll work. Remember, be confident and you’ll have Hermod melting in your hands.”

One, they’re not going to let me off the hook and two, her promise quickly douses my nerves. With a deep breath, I clear my head. Shoulders drawn, chin up, and steady in my walk, I stride down the steps. My prey, as the trio has drilled into my brain, doesn’t notice my approach which works in my favor. Positive that those fire-butterflies are nesting in my chest, I slide a hand beneath his chin and guide his gaze up while I lean in.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” I coo. Taking over his face is a red shade that shows off the blue-slate of his wide eyes. It takes everything I have to keep my own flustering under wraps as I tilt even closer, feeling his hot breath brush across my face. “You’re going to take me to go get ice cream.” Lips just barely graze his. A huge sense of pride swells in me when I feel his anticipation. I’d happily give it to him if not for my specific instructions not to. Instead, I follow the plan. “Sound good?”

His answer ghosts into my mouth. “Yes.”

Delight showing in my smile, I retreat. His face—cherry red and full of both disappointment and shock—will forever be burned into my memory. Perhaps my friends were right about a little courage.

“You coming?” I call back. Hermod scrambles after me and one last look reveals my team of coaches grinning.

It takes significant brain power to maintain my confidence while keeping engaged with the boy. The bravado certainly gets dialed down but we enjoy an impromptu date of ice cream, despite the terrible spies stalking us.

“Then I found that lazy bum asleep under a tree missing a shoe,” I laugh. “So I might’ve dumped my water on him.”

His chuckle stirs the flutters in my chest. “Oh! I remember that! Eraqus came in soaking wet and confused! How did he not catch you?!”

“I have no idea! I biffed it trying to get behind the tree before he found me!”

Sharing in a bit of schadenfreude—enjoyment at the expense of others—we amble along the docks. However, Hermod’s smile slips. “Are you…feeling alright?”

My head tilts to see him. “Yeah. Why?”

“Well, I just…you…you’re acting different.” Hands wave frantically. “Not that it’s a bad thing! I-I was just-”

Is that how I usually act? A giggle escapes me. “You like the confidence, huh?”

He sheepishly replies, “Yeah. It’s nice to know what you’re thinking.”

“You care what I think?”

Ooo, that blush is so adorable. “Probably more than I should.”

“What do you mean?”

Eyes divert. “Um, well…I’ve kind of been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for a while now.”

It clicks in my head suddenly that those bullies knew; the entire damn time they knew they were setting me up with someone who had a crush on me too. “They’re going to pay.”

“What was that?”

“Kiss me.” WHAT?!

“What?!”

My demand surprises me too, and it creates a paradox in the rules: in order to get what I want, there has to be a kiss. There’s also the fact that those brats are using us for their own entertainment tonight. So screw it, I’ll disobey orders. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Uh, hold on! Do you really mean that?!”

Spite can be one hell of a motivator, and while that may have kick-started my ambition, I can’t help remembering that moment I had him under my thumb. A spasm runs through my chest at the thought of our lips brushing while I made my demands. It takes very little effort to push the boy onto the convenient bench behind him. My mouth quirks as I recreate our earlier encounter. “Would you prefer it if I kissed you?”

So I’m not the only victim of overheating but I question whether or not the trembling in my fingers is from me or him.

“Please…” he confides.

That’s all the permission I need and, gods, I was not expecting the pure gratification of kissing him. He patiently cooperates while I collect my bearings but once the avarice kicks in, every move is met with absolute compliance. Surely he has no idea the knots he’s tying in my gut with each little plea for more—little whines, nudges, twitching in his fingers around my arms. He’s lucky my greed is happy to supply. I’m pretty sure there’s a mix of cheers and protests in the distance, but I’m too preoccupied with the boy melting in my hands, just as Vor promised. If only oxygen wasn’t required.

Leaving us both breathless, I break it up. The faintest trace of his ice cream lingers on my lips and I don’t miss his eyes follow my tasting of it. No doubt I’m just as flushed as he is but the attention I’m getting is more inspiring than anything those three could’ve taught me.

Taking his face in my hands once again, I already have Hermod silently begging for another go. Considering his wish, I purr, “Now that’s a confidence boost.”

#hermod #kh hermod #khdr #khdr hermod #hermod x reader #fem!reader

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purgatorys-fallen-angel · 4 years

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Losing Bets and Elf Costumes

Written for: @notfunnydean ‘s SPN Adventcalender 2019

Prompt: Day 12: Elves

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary: Castiel and Sam lose a bet and have to dress up as elves. Dean very much enjoys himself.

Word count: 829

Read it on Ao3

“I’m not going to wear this.” Castiel stared at the stripey tights Dean held out for him.

“Oh, yes. You will. And you’ll look amazing.” The hunter was grinning in a way that made Castiel slightly uncomfortable. Not necessarily in a bad way, but not in a good way either.

“Why does Sam get to wear pants?” Cas held up the green body that – in his opinion – was way too small.

“Because I couldn’t find a body in his size plus I really don’t wanna be scarred for life after this.” That earned him a snort from Sam and a confused look from Cas. Of course the angel didn’t get it. Or he did and played dumb. Dean didn’t know, and he didn’t care. They had lost the bet, so they got to wear what he wanted them to wear. And he had chosen a women’s costume for Cas because honestly, why not. That was probably the closest he would get to seeing Cas in anything but his suit and trenchcoat. Not that Dean didn’t like Cas’ outfit, it was just that it got a little one-sided after some time. And especially after several years. There had been some changes. During his time as a human Cas had worn different clothing. And then he had upgraded his outfit to wearing his shirt not all the way buttoned up and without the tie. Dean really liked that, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted to see Cas wear something else.

Sam raised one eyebrow at Dean, grabbed his outfit and left to change. When Cas didn’t move or take the pile of clothes – well, almost clothes – in front of him, Dean smirked and winked at him. “Do you need help changing? I think the body might be a bit difficult to put on.” Although the gaze Cas shot him was possibly meant to kill him, Dean couldn’t help but smile at his own funny joke. It wasn’t exactly a joke, though, he really wanted to help Cas.

“I think I’ll be better off alone, thank you.” The angel grumbled, took the outfit and disappeared towards his room in the bunker. Maybe he was a bit disappointed, but Dean just sat down and decided to wait for the best thing that was yet to come.

“You know, your way of showing Cas that you have a thing for him is not the most subtle one.” Sam came back and stood in front of Dean. The costume looked hilarious on him. Although the shorts were supposed to be calf length, Sam somehow managed to still be too tall for them and they ended up barely reaching his knees.

“Do you think he got it?”

“Yes, I got it, Dean.”

Dean’s head shot up and he turned red when he saw Cas leaning in the doorframe. The tights were just as tight as he had imagined they were, and they hugged Cas’ legs perfectly. And the body…. Dean was sure he was about to die when his gaze focused on the cleavage. Normally, he totally wouldn’t stare at a guy’s cleavage, but Cas’s was a sight to look at. He had never noticed how muscular the angel actually was. Well, he certainly had seen the muscles in his arms and legs once or twice but the rest usually was hidden by the trench coat.

“Uhm, well, yeah. I think I am done here so I’ll leave you two alone now, bye.” Sam smiled a bit awkwardly and backed out of the room. It was a shame that Dean was too busy staring at Cas that he completely forgot to take a picture of his brother to annoy him with later.

“You are staring, Dean.” Cas was beautiful when he smiled. If Dean wasn’t seeing things, the angels’ cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink. He licked his lips and got up, whiskey glass still in his hand. Once he stood right in front of Cas he stopped and gently ran his hand over the angel’s side and waist. “Well, I can’t help it when you look that hot.”

“Even in an elf costume?” Cas smiled and loosely wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck.

“Hell yes, even in an elf costume.” Dean muttered and closed the small distance between them to press his lips against Cas’. The kiss soon turned into something more heated, tongues fighting for dominance. Dean grabbed Cas’ thighs and lifted him up, sitting him on the counter. In return, the angel wrapped his legs around Deans’ hips and pulled him close, grinding against him. The tight costume did nothing to hide his arousal and the obvious bulge that was forming beneath the green velvet.

“Fuck yes, you make a hot elf.” Dean mumbled against Cas’ lips once they had to part to breathe. The confused squinty eyes and the annoyed eyeroll that followed his comment made him smirk in amusement.

“Dean, shut up and fuck me.”

#spnadventcalendar2019 #elves #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #destiel fanfic #my writing #sam winchester #elf costume #dean has a crush on cas #christmas fluff #attempt at humor #i wrote this instead of sleeping #and it's 3 am and I am so done with everything right now

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daeguzen · 5 years

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Darling

Jeno x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

Note: Hello...so yeah this is my first written story that I’ve done after six years of no writing. I hope you enjoy. ^~^

Scenario - Jeno keeps forgetting his dates with you and when you go over to his dorm to talk it out he says hurtful things.

At first, dating Jeno was like a dream. Jeno had met you during your first year of high school when you had transferred from America to his school in South Korea. Your Korean wasn’t the best but you mostly understood what people said. The only thing you truly had trouble with was your pronunciation.

You were very shy and making friends was difficult for you. That was until Mark Lee had introduced himself in fluent English during lunch, where you had been sitting alone. You had sighed heavily, happy and relieved that there was someone who you could speak to in your native language.

Mark had asked you if you wanted to sit with him and his group of friends. You agreed shyly and made your way over to his table, falling a bit behind Mark’s pace. When you stood in front of the table, shifting in place and nervously playing with the silver ring on your pointer finger, you bowed. Mark introduced you to his friends, Na Jaemin, Huang Renjun, Zhong Chenle, Park Jisung, Lee Donghyuck and lastly, Lee Jeno.

Your heart jumped a bit erratically as your gaze met Jeno’s. He was smiling at you and you couldn’t help but fall in love with his smile. His eyes turned into beautiful moon crescents and his cheeks turned a slight shade of red. You averted your gaze and mentally cursed yourself for getting nervous.

The boys, noticing the interaction, started teasing Jeno by elbowing him and whispering things to him which in return was rewarded with a pouting Jeno and a harsh smack on their shoulders. The boys just laughed while smiling at you and Mark gestured for you to take a seat. You sat between Mark and Donghyuck while Jeno sat in front of you. The two of you shared frequent glances and shy smiles. Nevertheless, the boys welcomed you warmly and took an instant liking to you.

After that day you became closer to all of Mark’s friends. You were like a little sibling to Jaemin, Renjun, Donghyuck, Chenle and especially Mark. They would always invite you to hang out and help you when you needed it. They truly were like the big brothers you never had. You weren’t much older than Jisung but he would tease you by calling you old at times and you’d smack his shoulder claiming that you only had a year difference.

Your friendship with Jeno, however, was different. There always seemed to be lingering gazes and hugs that were more intimate compared to the ones you shared with the others. There were times where Jeno would gently take your hands in his and hold them. Other times he would surprise you with a back hug or lay his head on your lap while watching a movie. He would guide your hand to his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart. All these little actions had become normal with Jeno and you loved every moment.

It was the day you had gone to the beach with the boys that Jeno had finally decided to confess. His confession had been so undeniably adorable that it left you with a permanent smile for weeks. The boys had all disappeared, giving lousy excuses as to where they were going. That left you with a suspiciously quiet Jeno whose cheeks couldn’t have been redder. You two were walking side by side near the shore when Jeno decided to abruptly stop right in front of you.

You stumbled a bit and looked at Jeno questioningly, wondering why he had just stopped. He looked into your eyes and took a few steps towards you. He was standing extremely close and your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Jeno gently took hold of your hands and gave them a light squeeze. He finally let the words flow out of his mouth as if he had been holding them in for too long.

“It’s been a year since we have known each other and I can’t keep these feelings to myself anymore. Maybe it was obvious but I really like you and I want to be your boyfriend. B-but if you don’t want to then I’ll respect your decision. We can stay as best friends if you want. If you don’t want to talk to me anymore that’s fine too I guess.” Jeno just kept on talking about how he would respect your decision but he just really wanted you to know how much he adored you.

“You’re so silly,” you said with a soft giggle. Jeno stopped talking and looked at you feeling confused and embarrassed.

Your expression had said it all. Your eyes were as bright as Christmas lights and you smiled widely. You kept giggling and Jeno swore he heard a choir singing somewhere. He then asked if he could kiss you and you nodded, your cheeks turning the same shade of red as Jeno’s. He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, kissing you softly as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. He kept hearing singing in the background and realized that the “choir” were just his friends singing some romantic song in perfect harmonization. You looked at each other and laughed loudly. Afterwards, Jeno looked at you lovingly, running his hands through your hair and leaving a kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

That was back then when Jeno was openly affectionate and loving with you. After graduating high school, the boys had become lucky enough to be cast into SM and debut together as NCT Dream. They did not forget you no matter how hectic their schedules and tours were. Mark and Haechan especially, due to them being in other units, had never forgotten to at least send a message now and then.

It had been about three years since NCT Dream debuted that Jeno started acting differently. He had been acting distant with you claiming that he didn’t have the time to go out on dates or just talk. On a rare occasion, he would agree to go on a date but would leave you waiting and never show up.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. You understood that his idol life demanded a lot from him. Being with Jeno for seven years meant a lot to you, so you never complained. However, after the sixth time, you found that it wasn’t cute anymore. You dressed up nicely just to see your boyfriend even if you were just going to see him for a little bit or in your apartment to watch some movies. It had been so long since you last spent time with Jeno and his actions were hurting you more than you cared to admit.

That’s why you were standing outside his dorm at eight p.m. wearing the pale blue outfit Jeno had once said was his favorite. You heard a bit of shuffling and when the door opened you hoped it was Jeno. It wasn’t him but Mark who opened the door instead.

“Hey Y/N, what brings you here at this time?” he asked, moving to the side while motioning for you to come in.

“I wasn’t planning on it, sorry. I was just wondering if I could talk to Jeno” you softly said as Mark closed the door.

“He’s in the living room right now. He’s just playing some video games.” You looked at Mark with a shocked expression and he raised his eyebrow questioningly. Jeno said he was free, again, and that he would meet you at your place to hang out. Instead, you walked in to find him in his gray sweats, a white t-shirt, legs crossed, and intently staring at the screen with a controller in his hands. You were trying so hard to stay calm but your patience was wearing thin.

“Hey babe,” you said. Jeno looked away from the screen for a second to glance at you and went back to playing.

“What are you doing here?” he asked without much interest.

“I wanted to talk to you. You said you were going to come over but you didn’t show up. Jeno, that’s the sixth time,” you said, disappointment evident in your voice.

Mark stood behind you processing what you were saying and looked at Jeno.

“Jeno, your partner wants to talk to you stop playing,” Mark scolded. Jeno just scoffed. You looked at him, sadness becoming evident in your eyes.

“Jeno, I just need five minutes of your time,” you pleaded but Jeno started to get irritated.

“Why are you even here? You’re wasting my time,” he argued, his attention still on the TV screen.

“It’s only for five minutes. It’s not going to kill you. Why are you being like this?” You were starting to get visibly upset.

“Maybe because I have better things to do than argue with someone as clingy as you!” Jeno furiously yelled as he threw his controller down to the side of the couch. He stood up and looked at you, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

“I’m an idol Y/N. I get tired of all the work I do. You probably sit home and do nothing. I’m sorry for wanting to have some time to myself instead of going out with you. I thought you would know better but apparently, you don’t. Just leave me alone!” Jeno almost screamed out the last words. He closed his eyes in frustration, his hands almost shaking at his side from all the pent up stress and anger he was taking out on you. But once he opened his eyes his body froze, an uncomfortable and icy feeling spread across his chest. His mind started to process what he had just said to you as you stood there silently looking straight past him. Your face was completely void of any emotion.

The rest of the Dream members were standing nearby. After they heard Jeno shouting they had decided to see what the commotion was about. They weren’t expecting to see you and Jeno in the middle of a terrible argument. You were known for always maintaining a calm front when it came to Jeno and the rest of the world. Every time he got mad or argued with you, you would apologize even though you knew it wasn’t your fault. You had never gotten angry at Jeno. Not even when he ruined the outfit you were going to wear to prom or when he accidentally spilled juice on your laptop. Instead of getting angry you tried hard to turn that feeling into sadness and cried instead.

This time it was different. Jeno had never hurt you the way he just did. Unknowingly, Jeno managed to do the one thing he promised he would never do to you, which was break your heart. Jeno would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared. The look on your face or more the lack of was frightening. He felt like he had just broken you with his harsh words. He glanced at the boys with a panicked look who in turn gave him expressions ranging from anger to shock. He looked back at you and he could actually feel his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach.

You were smiling sweetly or rather sarcastically at Jeno but the smile didn’t reach your eyes. Your once warm and pleading eyes were cold and unforgiving.

“Jeno, do you remember what you texted me this morning?” you asked in a bitter tone. Jeno looked at you with his mouth agape.

“You said you were going to come over and stay with me. You know what you said two weeks ago? That you were going to take me to a cafe so we could catch up. You said you were going to take me out six times and you stood me up each time Jeno! How much am I worth to you for you to treat me like absolute shit?”

At this point, you were beyond livid. Your hands were in forms of a fist, your body was trembling with anger, and you were glaring at him with such intensity that he flinched. He didn’t dare look into your eyes.

Jeno didn’t recognize the person in front of him. The sweet person who never got angry at him even when he said or did things he knew he shouldn’t have had. He realized that things weren’t going well and he wanted nothing more but to hold you and tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you.

“D-darling, I-I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Please forgive me I won’t ever do that again. Okay? We’re okay right?” Jeno stuttered. He was so different from the angry person he was a few minutes ago. He never thought that the arguments would ever get this far and actually damage his relationship with you. Of course, he had been terribly wrong. He tried to walk up to you and reach for your hand but you just crossed your arms causing Jeno to flinch and drawback.

“Darling?” you hissed. “When’s the last time you ever called me that? Probably back when you still loved me.” Your words were dripping with venom and not only did it make Jeno whimper but it scared the hell out of him. Not only him but the boys too. They never witnessed you getting angry. You were always so collected and gentle but seeing you like this caused a chill down their spines.

“Lee Jeno,” you started. Jeno had never reacted so fast as he did when you said that. You never called him by his full name, not like this.

He started to tear up, desperation written all over his face. He had a feeling of where the conversation was heading and he couldn’t bear the thought of it. He knew how unforgiving you could be when someone hurts you deeply and he was afraid that this was going to be used against him for the first time.

“Wh-what? No baby don’t do this. Please. I’ll be better. I can be better for you, for us. I love you. I love you so much please.” Jeno started crying even harder as he forcefully grabbed your folded arms and pulled you into him. He held on tightly, scared that if he’d let you go, you would never find your way back into his arms again.

“Jeno let go of me!” you demanded. You weren’t going to be able to keep your angry facade for much longer. Not if Jeno’s arms felt so nice around you, as if he were protecting you like he should have had.

“No! I don’t want to! You’re not leaving me!” Jeno kept trying to hold you. You, on the other hand, kept thrashing around trying to get out of his grasp. It hurt you so much, seeing the way he was acting and the way he held onto you like you were going to disappear at any given moment.

The rest of the boys, finally snapping out of their trance, decided to grab Jeno. He started to cry out in defiance, telling them to let go of him. Mark, Renjun, and Haechan managed to rip you out of Jeno’s strong grasp. Jisung and Chenle held onto you and you saw Jeno’s face clearly.

His eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears as he cried for his friends to let him go. He was hurt because of what he felt to be their betrayal and at the loss of your warmth. Haechan wrapped his arms around Jeno’s waist trying to keep him from running to you. Mark tried pushing him back as well telling him to stop but Jeno kept fighting. He fought to make his way to you, to hold you, and whisper all of the sweet words he should have been whispering to you every day.

“Let go of me! Baby come here, please! You can’t. We were supposed to get married. We promised each other a-and we were going to have a family. Please, you can do anything to me but don’t leave me. Not this.” Jeno tried so hard to convince you to stay and you hated watching him struggle. Jisung looked at you with worry and asked if you were okay but you just kept looking at Jeno. With a firm voice you uttered the words that shattered Jeno’s bruised heart.

“I’m breaking up with you,” and with that, you turned and quickly walked out of the dorm. Jeno’s guttural screams of your name got louder but you just ran. Nothing had ever hurt you more than seeing the utter look of destruction and helplessness on Jeno’s soft features. You knew you would regret it but you couldn’t help but want to stop all of the pain your relationship had brought to you, so you made a decision.

“Let go of me! Why why why!?” Mark looked at Jeno not knowing what to do. Jeno successfully escaped from Haechan’s hold and tried to make it to the door but Jaemin reacted quickly. Jaemin pushed Jeno back but with the momentum Jeno had created from his quick sprint, it caused him to fall straight back onto the cold floor with a resounding impact.

Jeno looked at Jaemin with pure rage. He then looked at his friends, not fully comprehending why they treated him like this. Why did they betray him in such a horrible manner? He just wanted to get his lover back. At the thought of you, another wave of tears hit him and he finally broke down.

He brought his knees to his chest, clutching and scratching at his chest hoping the pain would go away. The suffocation he felt was so immense that at times he couldn’t breathe properly. Jaemin kneeled down next to him with a look of sympathy and rubbed his back with circular motions as he brought Jeno into his embrace.

“Jeno, what you said tonight was really messed up. Not only that but you stood them up six times. If it were anyone else they probably would have left you a long time ago. They’re not supposed to put up with these types of actions. Their heart can only take so much,” Jaemin whispered to Jeno.

Jeno just kept sobbing into his friend’s shoulder, his body shaking uncontrollably. No one noticed when Mark slipped out of the dorm heading straight to your apartment knowing you were probably in the same state if not worse.

You weren’t feeling any better. You opened the door to your apartment and just dropped to the floor. Your cries echoed in your dark apartment. Jeno’s pleas and screams were replaying in your head and all you wanted was for them to just stop.

Stop thinking about him. This is all for the better. You tried to make yourself believe your thoughts but you couldn’t. Of all things Jeno could have said, he mentioned your promises which had only hurt you even more. Jeno had promised you that he would only marry you and no one else.

You had been sitting on a blanket with Jeno under a big oak tree. You and Jeno were staring at each other lovingly, holding hands, and just talking. The both of you couldn’t stop smiling at each other simply because you were both so incredibly whipped for each other.

“Y/N,” Jeno started.

“Yes?” you asked.

“I promise you that when the time comes, I will marry you and we will have a beautiful family.” Jeno’s expression was soft but serious and you felt like you were going to cry. Jeno always made you feel extremely loved and it drove you crazy.

“Of course I will marry you. You’re the only one for me.” You brought your hand up to Jeno’s cheek and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

There was a sudden knock on the door. You looked around trying to make sense of your bearings and got up.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. It’s me, Mark,” you heard. You walked up to the door and opened it. Mark looked you over once and felt angry at Jeno. He caused this, he made you this way and that didn’t sit well with him.

Mark walked in and you closed the door. You looked at him for a few seconds and just let the sobs pour out again. Mark wrapped his arms around you and caressed your head.

Mark always had a special place for you in his heart. He remembered the first day he saw you sitting alone at the lunch table. You weren’t fluent in Korean so he thought it would be good for him to invite you over. He didn’t like seeing you so lonely. To him, you could have been his blood-related sibling. His mother adored you the first time she met you and asked Mark why he didn’t ask you out. Mark, of course, cringed at his mother’s words and told her seriously that he didn’t see you in that light. He saw you as his sibling who he wanted to protect and care for.

He had also taken note of your interactions with Jeno and thought he would be perfect for you. The way you guys stared at each other and acted around each other just screamed love. Jeno was hopelessly whipped for you and you for him.

It was true that the boys were a bit tired from all of the work they did. That still didn’t give Jeno the right to yell at you the way he did. All you wanted was to feel loved by him again and to at least see him for once. But as it seemed, Jeno wanted you to leave him alone and nothing could have broken you more than those bitter words.

Mark led you to your couch and helped you get comfortable. He took your cell phone and your keys and placed them on your coffee table. He grabbed the blanket that you had folded nicely and left on the couch before leaving. He unfolded it and put it around you. He went into your kitchen and grabbed some ice cream and a spoon for you.

He walked back into the living room and gave you the ice cream. Whenever you felt down, you ate ice cream. You liked to make yourself believe that the ice cream helps numb the pain in your heart.

The rest of the night you just ate, cried and had Mark sitting there next to you silently, just being there when you needed it.

Three days had passed and Jeno felt dead inside. He wouldn’t eat for days and would only leave the dorms for practice. Even then he’d just sit and look at nothing in particular. Jeno longed for you to the point where it was killing him and the boys couldn’t do anything about it. They would try to cheer him up with anything they could find but it never worked. Jeno was just too overwhelmed with his guilt and heartbreak that he didn’t want anything. He only wanted you.

You weren’t doing so great yourself. You’d act as everything was fine but break down into tears when you were alone in your apartment. You wanted nothing more but to be embraced by Jeno. However, you knew that you had to let him go. Your relationship with Jeno had taken a turn for the worse and no matter how much your heart loved him, you couldn’t put your mental and emotional health aside for him.

After a week there was still nothing. Jeno kept sitting in his room thinking about you and how he had treated you. He started thinking to himself that he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t stand the pain in his chest, so he stood up and headed to the front door. He was putting his shoes on when Mark walked by curious as to where he was going.

“And may I ask where you’re going at this time at night?” Mark asked.

“Y/N’s,” Jeno muttered as he walked out the door making his way to your apartment. Mark stood there a bit confused but at peace that Jeno finally snapped out of his trance. He hoped that you two would work things out.

Jeno still had the spare key and you had forgotten about it. You were sitting on the couch trying to focus on the movie you were watching. You tried to stop thinking about Jeno but it was helpless, so you just let yourself cry again. When you heard the front door open and close you froze. You turned your head and almost screamed at the intruder but instead said nothing as you were greeted with a tired puffy-eyed Jeno.

“Darling,” he whispered. He looked at you and immediately felt horrible. Your eyes were puffy and your nose was red from all the crying. You didn’t say anything because you couldn’t process that your ex-boyfriend was standing in front of you.

After a few seconds, you started whimpering and your eyes were met with the back of your hands as you tried to make the tears go away. Jeno made his way to you slowly and pulled your hands away from your face. He gently put his hands on either side of your face and rested his forehead on yours.

“Darling, please forgive me,” Jeno whispered against your lips. “I know that I’ve been a real jerk and that I don’t deserve you but I couldn’t take it anymore. You’re the only person I have ever loved the way I do. You mean the world to me but I won’t pressure you into getting back together. I want you to decide what you want to do. I didn’t do my part in this relationship and I regret it so much because I lost you. And I will always regret it. Just…” Jeno stopped for a moment as his voice started to shake.

When he regained his composure he continued, “If you don’t want me then I’ll respect your decision. We can be friends but if you don’t want me in your life any more then I’ll leave you be.” Jeno broke down as he let his arms go limp. You looked at him and put your arms around him.

The both of you were broken but you still loved each other like the first time. You two were best friends. After a long moment of silence, you thought that maybe a second chance was okay because you couldn’t bear to think about a life without Lee Jeno at your side.

“You’re so silly Jeno,” and Jeno swore that he heard you giggle through his hushed cries.

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heartbeatan · 5 years

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No Expectations (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5

The week leading up to the wedding didn’t go much better than the week following the bachelorette. In fact, things became a little more uncomfortable – and not just because you masturbated to the thought of Taehyung three times over the weekend. Taehyung didn’t show up Sunday afternoon the way you had previously talked about. He called you from the road and said he was tired and wanted to sleep in his own bed that night. It was possibly true, but your mind spun wondering if maybe your weirdness last weekend made him feel unwelcome – or if maybe something had happened at the bachelor party and he too was having a miniature meltdown.

He showed up on Wednesday to help you rake the leaves before Thursday’s pickup. He was going to stay for dinner as he usually did, but the tension between you hadn’t subsided. You two couldn’t communicate as authentically as you normally did. You kicked yourself for being so awkward. Part of you was still trying not to send any mixed messages until you could sort out your feelings for Taehyung, but the other part of you was trying not to jump his bones – which made the former task even more difficult.

In the end, he went home early and Woori cried the moment he stepped out the door. You didn’t speak to him again until Saturday – the day of the wedding. It gave you time to think – perhaps too much time. But you did manage to come to a conclusion… sort of.

“Wow, you look amazing,” Taehyung said when you entered the kitchen all dolled up for the wedding. A smile pulled across your face and you blushed a little. You were in a red, cross-necked, crossed-back dress that hugged your body at every curve and cut off at the knees. It was sexy, but that’s what you were going for – this was the first time you’d be seeing Jae after all. You certainly didn’t want him back, but you could at least let him know you were doing fantastic without him. You even had your hair done at the salon that morning, and symbolically you wore a pair of consignment tear-drop crystal earrings you had bought yourself with the money you got from hocking your wedding band and engagement ring.

“You look quite dapper yourself,” you feigned a pompous accent. He did though. He had a on pleated dress pants with a matching grey wool suit jacket on over a white dress shirt which he left casually unbuttoned. It was a perfect look for a fall wedding, in fact he looked like the cover model for it. Without intention, he matched Woori’s outfit near perfectly, who had on grey plaid pants – also wool – a white shirt and a red bowtie that matched the colour of your dress. If you were being honest with yourself, the three of you looked like a real family who had coordinated their outfits. You weren’t a real family, though… at least not today.

But, today was about Amy and Jin, not you and Taehyung and Woori. Whatever was going to happen between you and Taehyung, you were resolved in postponing until the wedding was over.

The wedding went off without a hitch. It was both unconventional and beautiful… just like Amy and Jin. Much different from the traditional route you took when you and Jae got married. They had written their own vows and you cried as they recited them out loud to each other. You were pretty sure you saw Taehyung try to sniff away a tear of his own. When he noticed you caught him, you smiled teasingly at him and he winked back at you. Your heart skipped a beat. There was something about weddings that made everything, and everyone feel the romance.

You had managed to make it through both the ceremony and cocktail hour without seeing Jae. You caught a glimpse of him across the room at dinner (you suspected the seating chart was arranged to keep you two separated) but, overall you were having such a wonderful time you almost forgot he was even there. But, unfortunately, he was there and the barrier of sobriety between you didn’t last.

You had been sitting at your table, Woori on your lap, Taehyung at your side, and Suna, Hyorim and Suzy along with their husbands. You had been having a lot of fun and laughs when you heard his voice.

“Ayee,” he called out in an obnoxiously loud tone. He was clearly inebriated. “There’s my boy!”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. This was the kind of thing you had been afraid of. You let it slide this time, partly not wanting to cause a scene and partly because you wanted to assess this situation before you became confrontational. He fumbled his way towards you and Woori. Instinctively, you shifted Woori to your other hip and away from him.

“He’s gotten so big. Look at that! My boy!” he slurred his words.

“He’s not your boy,” the words slipped out of your mouth.

“What’s that?” Jae’s tone increased in intensity.

“I said he’s not your boy,” you spoke firmly.

“Sure, he is! Look at him. He knows who his papa is!” Jae stuck his hand out towards Woori as if he was approaching a dog. Woori let out a little whine of discomfort. Jae was a stranger to him, and he probably sensed your unease.

“Awweee, c’mon, son!” Jae stumbled and almost fell into you. The table let out a synced “oh!” at the scene. Woori let out another whine and turned his head and reached for Taehyung. Taehyung pulled him onto his lap and Woori turned back to stare in apprehension at the drunk stranger.

“What’s this about?” Jae said, anger slowly building behind his words. “I heard you were fucking my wife, but I didn’t know you were playing dad to my kid.” You felt your face flush at his crude implication and in a heated moment you fired back.

“He’s NOT your kid!”

“Oh yeah? Well, I remember how you screamed my name when we were making him, baby.” You felt bile rise in your throat at the thought. “I sure as fuck have paid enough for him.” Your face heated with his every word.

“I think you should go, Jae,” Hyorim spoke up. Her bluntness may sometimes cause you an existential crisis or two but bless her she knew how to use it for good as well.

“What’s that?” he shot daggers in her direction. How the hell did you ever love this neanderthal?

“We think you should leave, man. Go enjoy the party,” Taehyung spoke up. Jae looked back at him. His already rouged face had darkened to a shade of crimson.

“Don’t you fucking speak, MAN,” he shouted. The neighbouring tables all turned to look. “I didn’t go slithering my way into any of your girlfriends’ beds when you were done with them. And you…” he turned to look at you. “…since when did you become such a whore?”

You could feel Taehyung tense beside you. He was trapped between wanting to confront Jae and having an infant in his arms. You stood up and your chair scraped loudly across the floor. You knew more eyes had fallen upon the scene.

“Don’t speak to me like that,” you said.

“I’ll speak to you whatever way I want,” he seethed. “Especially when you’re a psycho, whore raising my kid and fucking my best friend.”

You knew you didn’t need to justify yourself to him, but with an audience listening in on your exchange for a moment you were afraid they would get the wrong impression, so you shot back. “We’re not sleeping together, we’re just friends!” You regretted saying anything the moment the words crossed your lips.

“Is that all?” Jae replied condescendingly. “Won’t be for long. You are a whore. A whore for the white-picket fence. That’s why we never worked out, baby.” You froze. You didn’t know what he meant. “Jae, cut the lawn. Jae, paint the shutters. Jae, I want a baby. You never wanted a marriage. You wanted someone to be your lap dog so you could tell the world you had a perfect little life.” He turned to Taehyung. “And that’s all you will ever be to her. A lap dog.”

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond but you were in such disbelief that you couldn’t say a thing. The table too fell silent, as did the peanut gallery. You were stuck – was what he said true? Why couldn’t you find the words to defend yourself?

“It’s time you called a cab, Jae,” came a voice nearby. It was Jin. He must’ve seen things heating up and come over to break it up. Your mortification couldn’t have gotten any worse.

“No, Jin. I’ll leave. I’m so sorry,” you said as you choked back tears.

“No,” said Jin firmly. “This is our wedding and we want you here. Not him. Not anymore.”

“You serious?” said Jae. His tone had lost some of its gusto. Jin was the kind of person Jae listened to and thank God he did.

“I am,” replied Jin. “Let’s go, I’ll get you one now.” The table fell silent again and everyone stared at Jae waiting with anticipation for his response.

“No,” he finally spoke. “I can get one myself. I don’t want to be here anyway.” With that he turned and stumbled off towards the exit. You heard the front door slam shut as he left. It made you jump, and from the sound of some of the other guests, apparently it startled them too. You were completely embarrassed. Jae was no longer your responsibility, but you couldn’t help but feel humiliated.

“Are you okay?” asked Jin.

“I’m so, so sorry, Jin.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have invited him anyway.”

His words were so kind. How did you get so lucky that after being the outsider in this group, they somehow had your back?

“I think I’ll just go too,” you said.

“No,” replied Jin. “It’s our wedding and we say that you’ll stay. At least for a while longer.” He placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a warm smile. You nodded your head. “Good!”

You took your seat back next to Taehyung. Jin talked for a while with the table and after he left to converse with other guests, your friends began chattering about the whole mess; reassuring you that you handled yourself well and that Jae was an asshole. They then continued to gossip about all the ways he had been spiralling the last few years and you discovered that really, most of them had lost interest in being his friend long ago. How could you have not seen it? How could you have been so blind to not know what a dogshit person you had married? As they did, Taehyung reached down and squeezed your hand. You gave him a faint smile.

You stayed for another hour or two but eventually it came time to leave. You argued with Taehyung about him staying to enjoy his best friends wedding, but he insisted he was ready to go home too.

The drive home in Taehyung’s truck was incredibly quiet. Jae’s words swirled in your mind and you found yourself recounting your entire relationship and everything you thought you knew about it. It also made you question everything about you and Taehyung.

Taehyung’s aura seemed also to be a bit strained. Something was going on in his head too, but you didn’t know exactly what.

You looked back at Woori and, as expected, he was in a deep sleep in his car seat.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said quietly. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I mean, I’m sorry about what I said about us.”

He went quiet. You think you found the source of his mood.

“What did you say about us?” He sounded as if he was making a statement rather than asking a question.

“That we were just friends.”

He said nothing.

“We’re more than just friends,” you continued. “I know that. We have been for a long time.”

“But we aren’t lovers.”

His statement shocked you and another silence fell over the vehicle.

“No,” you replied. “No, we’re not.”

You weren’t sure how to continue after that. You had hoped to have this conversation with him in better circumstances – not when you were tired from a long day and irritated by an idiot like Jae. You decided to switch topics and try to brighten the mood a little.

“It’s still kind of early, what do you want to do when we get home?” you asked.

“It’s not my home,” he said curtly. You froze at his words unsure of what to do. You had never seen this side of Taehyung before. He had always been so patient with you and you had never seen him in a mood. It made your heart ache. Yet another silence fell over the two of you.

A few moments later Taehyung let out an audible sigh.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” The attitude he had was replaced by guilt.

“No, Tae, you have a right to be upset with me…”

“I’m not…” he interrupted you and let out another sigh. “I’m not upset at you. Please don’t think that. I just…” He paused. “Jae just got under my skin and I didn’t mean it. Please, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Ok.” But you couldn’t. You stared out the window as you contemplated the meaning of his words, your relationship, your future and your feelings.

“Stop,” he said breaking you out of your thoughts. You had driven at least another two miles or so in silence.

“Stop what?”

“I can hear you thinking, just stop. I didn’t mean it. Please just forget I said anything.” He sounded almost desperate. He was afraid of whatever was going on in your head.

“Ok.”

“How about we watch that movie we didn’t get to on Wednesday?” he too was now trying to lighten the mood. You contrived a smile, willing to pretend for now as if this was over. But the time had come; it was time for the big talk you both had been putting off.

When you got home you put Woori to bed and then you retired to the bathroom for a few minutes to rid yourself of the hairpins and makeup; and maneuver yourself out of your dress and into sweatpants. You took a deep breath before you left to join Taehyung in the living room.

He was already on the couch in his grey sweatpants, feet stretch over the ottoman as he flicked through the movie options.

“Do you want me to make some popcorn or are you too full?” he asked as you entered the room.

“No actually, Tae, I think you and I should have a talk,” you replied as you sat down next to him. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

“Y/N, I said I didn’t mean it, please just forget about it.” He knew where the conversation was going before it had even started.

“I know, Tae, but we have to talk at some point. We can’t keep going on like this.”

“Why not?” he asked sternly. He turned and looked you dead in the eye as he did. “Why can’t we? I’m happy. Aren’t you?”

“Because it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me.” That answer made him look away from you. You could feel his anxiousness and it made your stomach tighten, but you knew what you had to do. “Please, we need to.”

After a long pause he agreed with a simple “Fine.” He waited with bated breath as you twiddled your fingers and considered your next words carefully.

“Are you still in love with me, Taehyung?” you finally asked.

“Yes,” he replied instantly. You swallowed hard before continuing.

“I… I think I’m in love with you too.” You were almost solemn in your declaration, and of course Taehyung picked it up.

“You think you are?” he asked. You nodded. “But you don’t know if you are.” You nodded again. “Then you aren’t, Y/N.”

“That’s not true!” you protested.

“I think it is.”

“Shut up and let me speak!” He went silent again and waited.

“The thing is, Tae,” you began with a deep sigh, “you came into my life when I was at a real low point. The lowest I’ve ever been, actually. And you brought me back to life. I will be forever grateful to you for that you have no idea. I’ve never truly thanked you for that.”

You took another sigh, and he waited, unable to look at you as he anticipated your “but” coming.

“I’ve come to love you – I know that. But I just can’t be sure right now if it’s a romantic love. I want it to be, but I’m afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” he asked.

“I’m afraid of going back to that dark place if you’re not around. I’ve come to rely on you so much, Tae, that I’m afraid that I think I’m in love with you because I’m afraid of going back there. I need to figure out what kind of love I have for you.”

He closed his eyes and you could see his jaw clench. He was afraid too of what was coming. “Don’t let Jae get to you, Y/N. He’s just a drunk idiot.”

“This isn’t about him. This is about you and me.”

Another pause ensued.

“What is it you need to figure it out then?” he finally had the courage to ask.

Your chest tightened as you prepared your answer.

“I don’t think we should see each other for a while.”

He nodded slowly.

“I need to know that I can do this on my own. Just for a little bit,” you continued.

“You don’t need to do everything by yourself.”

“I do. Not just for my sense of self-worth, but so that I know whether or not I want you around because I want you or just because I like having the help and the company.”

“That’s enough for me, Y/N,” Taehyung replied. “If that’s all you have for me, then I’ll be happy.”

“I don’t believe that. I also know that it won’t be enough for me. I want to be with someone who I love completely. And you have so much to offer, Tae, you deserve to be with someone who can love you like that. I just need time to figure out if that person is me.”

He rubbed his forehead and you watched him as he absorbed your words.

“How much time do you think you need?” he asked.

“I don’t know… a while.”

“How does 10 weeks sound?”

“That’s a really specific number. Is something happening?”

“I was offered a temporary promotion at work. I’d be overseeing a construction project in Jindo. I’d have to move there for 10 weeks starting Thursday.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if I was going to take it. I have to give an answer by Monday.”

You feared the answer to your next question, but you asked it anyway.

“Why wouldn’t you take it?”

“Because I wanted to be with you. I was going to talk to you tonight and ask if you and Woori would come with me.”

You were shocked.

“But,” he continued. “Since you need to get away from me, perhaps I’ll take it and we can see what happens when I get back.”

“This is what I was afraid of,” your voice rose in frustration. “How could you even consider not going? I don’t want you putting your life on hold for me!”

“I didn’t do it for you, Y/N. I did it for me.” His voice too rose. “I didn’t want to take it because I’m happy here. And I don’t know how long this was going to last, but I knew that I wanted to be with you for as long as possible. This has been the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. But if you need a break to figure whatever out, then I’ll leave. You do what you need to do. Hell, date if you need to – I never wanted to be the kind of person who held you back.”

You felt something inside of you snap. You were angry.

“How can you say that to me?” you spat. “How can you one minute profess you love me, and you want me to move to an island with you, and the next minute be telling me to go date other men? What is this?”

“I promised you when all this started that I had no expectations…”

“Fuck your no expectations,” you interrupted. “If you want me, show me. Tell me. I don’t feel that passion from you, Taehyung, ever. When Jae and I were together he couldn’t keep his hands off…” you stopped yourself. Taehyung’s eyes snapped up to meet yours and you could see the vein in his neck throb. He was angry.

“I’m so sorry,” you quickly tried to correct your word vomit. “I didn’t mean…”

“I’m not him, Y/N,” he interrupted you this time.

“I know that.”

“Do you?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t mean too.”

“Yeah, but you did.”

You closed your mouth. You didn’t know what to say to him. This was the first fight you two had ever had. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and you suddenly became terrified that meant he had no reason to stay if you weren’t careful.

“I have passion,” Taehyung spoke up. He was more composed, but his words were still heavy. “I feel passionately about you. I don’t show it because I didn’t want to force you to love me.”

He turned his body to face you and his face leaned in dangerously close to yours. You suddenly felt flush, but this time not the flush of anger. He continued.

“I haven’t shown you passion because I was being patient. Because I love you and I want you to be happy… but, Y/N, do not mistaken my patience for a lack of passion.” His last line cut through you like a knife and you felt a jolt between your thighs. You were seeing yet another face of Taehyung tonight. A face that was assertive, and ardent. The kind of intensity you wanted to feel from someone who wanted you.

“You think I don’t have passion just because I don’t chase you around begging to fuck you the way Jae did?”

Your eyes widened at Taehyung’s colourful language. You don’t think you could remember ever hearing him swear before.

“You think I haven’t thought a dozen times already tonight how easy it would be to slip those flimsy pants off of you and pound you into this couch.”

You metaphorically clutched your pearls. Who was this guy who was making you wet?

“If you think sex is a display of passion – then, Y/N, trust me – I have more than enough passion for you; and if you let me, if you were mine, I’d show you that passion every night before you went to sleep and every morning when you wake up. I’d show you right now if you would just say the word.”

His lips were mere inches away from yours. His breath had become shaky, as did yours. His lips parted and yours mimicked them. In that moment, your mind went blank from everything that had happened today… except for the image of being fucked by Taehyung into the couch. You knew you wanted those lips to crash against yours. But they didn’t. After a few moments, Taehyung pulled back.

“But I want you to want me like that too. So, if time is what you need, then I’m willing to be patient. Is that what you need?”

You blinked, unsure where you were caught in the hot and cold exchange. Taehyung had almost seduced you in that moment. But you deduced from his words that he wouldn’t until you proved you wanted him too – and you still weren’t sure.

“Y…yes…” you coughed out, trying to find your voice again. “That’s what I want.”

“Okay, then,” he whispered. “I’ll see you when I get back then.” He stood up from the couch.

“You’re going now? It’s late you should stay,” you called after him.

“I’ll be fine. I’m wide awake anyway.”

He took off to the spare room to pack up his bag. When he returned, he found you standing cross-armed and tearful at the front door. His features softened, and you were sure you saw a tear threaten to form. You walked to him, wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest, the way you always wanted too. He dropped his bag and pulled you into him with his strong arms.

“I’m so sorry Tae,” you whispered. “I’m gonna figure this out. I promise.”

You felt him nod against your neck. “Say bye to Woori for me, please. And take care of yourselves.”

“I will,” you sobbed.

“Call me anytime you need me. You still know you can do that, right?”

You nodded into his shoulder.

With the closing of the door and the crackle of gravel under rubber, Taehyung was gone.

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daraanna · 5 years

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“Arranged Love”- Part One „Porcelain doll”

Rating: T

It’s my first fic which I translated to english so please be gentle to me >.<

The life of the successor to the imperial throne has never been easy. Every day he was awakened before twelve and dressed by his servants. Then he had to go to the audience with the father-emperor and drink tea with the mother-empress. A conversation with his sister and boring meeting with advisers. While he have to make decisions which he didn’t understand. Then he has training and finally free time. In the evening he would normally go on a sparring with Mitsuki but since his friend got married two months ago, he rarely visited the castle. In addition, he was preparing to take over the title of Lord Otokagure after his father. Still he didn’t miss him very much... His friend was very eccentric and now since he get married he always talk about his very intimate experiences with his wife and Kami both of them had really sick ideas ... Now he spent time with Shikadai-the son of the emperor's adviser and Inojin- son of the Lord from the east who was practice to become court painter. Unfortunately, both the beloved by Nara clan shogi game and drawing didn’t interest him very much. And now he couldn’t even afford to see the dance show of beautiful dancers because the entire country was mourning after the death of the Great Shogun from the Uchiha clan - a longtime friend of the emperor. Boruto have seen him several times in his life but the man made a great impression on him. It's hard to believe that someone like him died in battle. However, the month of national mourning is a huge exaggeration! He was bored with flirting with servants. They were pretty but ordinary also they often wanted something more than have a little bit fun He couldn’t afford to have an illegitimate child. His mother would be devastated . He didn’t want to get married so early too... No matter what Mitsuki said about pleasures of love making. The whole concept of marriage seemed to him very troublesome. Maybe he started to talk like Shikadai, but he really don’t want to change his life. Unfortunately, fate have completely different plans for him.

Next morning at audience with his father, he heard something terrible.

“I found a wife for you “the Emperor's words were as warm as always, but it did not make him feel any better” your wedding will be held in a castle temple in two weeks.”

"What?!" - after a long moment of shock, he said, " With who? I don’t even know her!”

"Your wife will be the daughter of the last Shogun. You know her. You spent a lot of time together as a children, when that bastard still visited me with the whole family ..."

At these words he recalled a silhouette of a little girl with short hair, dressed in a simple Yukata and pants, who for some reason chasing him with a stick everywhere... He still remembered his shock, when his mother told him that this strange boy is a girl and shouldn’t beat her. The vision of spending the rest of his life with this freak was too tragic. However, despite his insistent requests, his father didn’t change his mind. Furious, he left the emperor's chamber without waiting for permission.

...........................................

Two weeks passed too fast and there was no hope that he would be rescued from this situation. Mitsuki's advice for the wedding night definitely didn’t help. He had no intention to touch this ugly samurai-wannabe woman. The constant reminders of Shikadai how troublesome will be his duty as a married successor to the throne, they pissed him off even more. When his mother came to wake him instead of the servants on the wedding day, he began to consider whether there will be more honorable to finish himself. Despite it, he allowed for all the preparations. Both the empress and his sister supervised his dressing from time to time discussing whether the given part of the outfit fits or they can improve something. To his surprise at the end of all this, even his father came to visit him. After a moment of silence, he uttered one sentence.

“Boruto ... Please, be good to her, she has really gone through a lot lately.”

And as if nothing happened, he come out.

Shortly after, he was in front of the temple door, moments later his bride joined him. She was dressed in multi-layered richly decorated kimono and her hair was carefully collected in a complicated hairstyle. He began to wonder how long it took to prepare all this, since he was dressed for three hours. Then his eyes fell on her face and for a moment he ran out of breath. Despite all his prejudices and childhood memories, he undoubtedly had a young woman in front of him and she was extremely beautiful. She has black shiny hair and onyx eyes, gentle facial features. Her skin was covered with white paint and lips with dark red lipstick. It makes her looks like porcelain doll not living human. Her face showed no emotion, and her movements were stiff and slow. When she was at his height, she bowed and greeted him with some polite phrase, but her voice was too quiet to understand the meaning of her words. In addition, the noises coming from the temple made it even more difficult.

The ceremony seemed to last indefinitely. His thoughts rattled like crazy. Twice he forgot what he should say and almost choked with ritual sake. He had thousands of questions that could not be answered, and worse, his eyes were not able to peel off from her, but she never looked at him. Her attention was always blinded before her, which increasingly convinced him that he was not dealing with a human being. All the time the expression on her face remained unchanged until they were alone in his bedroom, when at the sight of a single futon, for a moment he could see something between disgust and fear on her face. She went to sit on the edge of the bed and her movements became even stiffer if it possible. When he approached her, he could see her hands shaking as she tried to solve her obi.

“You don’t have to ... “ he finally said to her and she froze” I mean ... We do not have to do it. We barely got to know each other.”

For the first time, he felt her eyes on her and immediately fear to look her way.

“That is tradition.” It was hard to tell if her voice was calm or sad.

“Yes, but you know, nobody can check it out ... They can’t make us to do it too... So maybe let's talk instead? "he looked in her direction, meeting with her curious look.

“You know, find out something about each other and stuff'tebassa...”

“What would you like to know? Dear husband...?” she replied but her voice collapsed at the end.

“I do not know ... Maybe what is your hobby”

Silence.

The situation got embarrassing, but it’s not like he ask about anything difficult ...

“Embroider?” why it sounded like she was not sure?

“Sounds terribly boring. “ He looked at her to meet only the back of her head. So he avoids him again. “I like horse riding and fighting with swords ... And Geisha's performances and flirt with the servan...” Before he could bite his tongue, he felt her angry look. Well, it is not wise to tell his wife about others girls. Her eyes filled with a strong disgust for a moment, but then she looked away again. It's amazing how many emotions can be expressed through the look itself. He felt shivers on his back.

“Excuse me, but I'm tired ... Can I go to get ready to sleep ...?”

“Yes ... The bath should be ready” he answered, getting up from the floor.

He turned to the food table next the door. He realized that he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, so he quickly absorbed the treats prepared by the service. When he ate, he began to consider the strange situation in which he was. Once again, recalling childhood memories, he came to the conclusion that maybe they had swapped his fiancée? After all, people don’t change that much. Although this woman wasn’t at all the perfect plan to spend the rest of his life. He didn’t know how to get along with her, and her aura reminded him about her father. He was shivering again ... At least she was pretty ... When he finished eating dessert, he went to the lower floor to take a bath in hot springs.

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After returning to the room, he found his wife sleeping on the left bedside and for a moment remembered the of Inojins’ story about time, when he saw how his mother could change nasty women to beauty one with make-up. As quietly as he could, he slipped into his place and laid on his back, feeling some fear to look left. Maybe it was the answer to all of this? Perhaps the beauty of his bride was made by careful make-up artist's work? Turning to his wife, he closed one eye as if it would protect it from something. However, the picture in front of him surprised him again. Of course her skin was not porcelain-white, but it was very pale, certainly brighter than his. The shape of the face did not change, however, after removing many layers of wedding clothes, it seemed more slender. Her ebony hair, now bound together in a loose ponytail, wrapped her figure. Few strands shaded her forehead. Her eyelashes were long and thick and her lips, without red lipstick was pastel pink and full. They looked very kissable...

He swallowed.

"I will get crazy with her," he sighed, extending his hand toward her. Gently, he brushed her hair back behind her ear, looking at her again. Her body language was completely different than it was when she was awake. Her muscles were relaxed. He could even see the shadow of a smile on her lips. She looked charming and innocent, so much younger than in make-up... Now he remembered that in fact, he was a year older than her. Talking to her earlier had the impression of dealing with someone from the generation his parents. He felt a strange feeling in his chest. He didn’t know what she was dreaming about at the moment, but she certainly took it better than reality.

The reality she will spend by his side. Wanting to free himself from these thoughts, he turned to the other side and try to fall asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he found only an empty space next to him...

So.... Uh.... I hope I translate it a little bit better than google tlanslator... or at least not worse than it...

These fic was inspired by great fanfic Sunrise written by Amraklove

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