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Chapter Thirty-Two: Direct Sunlight

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 9379

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A/n: New chapter, let's go! I'm finally back from my long vacation which means more time to write and more time to stream. I was a little sad that my parents told me not to bring my laptop with me when we went to Florida, but I understand. Had I been given all that time with nothing to do with a long vacation I would have just written as much I could lmao Still didn't mean I wasn't sad about it. So I've finally gotten this chapter done WOOO hope ya'll like it :)

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“YOU DO REALIZE THAT YOU HAVE FINALS next month, right?” Takeda asked, focusing on the four idiots, “Right?” From the way that they looked away from him, it seems like they forgot and definitely aren’t prepared. “So, I think you know what I’m getting at, but if you fail any subjects… you will have to take supplementary classes.”

At the reminder of that, panic started to set in for them. Nishinoya and Tanaka took off sprinting, thinking that running away would help their case. Which it certainly wouldn’t.

“Hey! There’s nowhere to run!” Daichi shouted out as they tried to escape, “Ennoshita, catch them!”

The other second-year stepped into action, “Got it!” He grabbed the two by the backs of their shirts before they could even get a taste of freedom. At this point, he’s become an expert at wrangling these two idiots around.

Shōyō was in complete shock, “Fail… Fail… What counts as a failing grade?”

“That’s your question?” Suga blinked at the poor, confused, and panicking boy.

Besides them, Yamaguchi stared at their frozen setter and started to worry, “Kageyama’s not breathing!” The poor setter boy was as stiff as stone as his mind was blank. This seemed to be the worst thing ever for him.

“Since we said we were going to continue club activities, we have to at least make decent grades.” Suga stated one of the most obvious facts. Yes, in order to stay in a club all of them had to prove that they could balance their grades and the club in a healthy manner. If not… then they would have to solely focus on their school work. Any normal student would know that, but not these volleyball idiots, apparently.

An amused smile was starting to grow on Tsukishima’s face as he watched them freak out. Growing to enjoy how those four were squirming at the reminder of their grades he said, “You shouldn’t fail.”

“Nope,” Ennoshita agreed while holding up the backs of Nishinoya and Tanaka’s shirts.

Shōyō jumped over to Takeda desperately, “M-Maybe if we beg the vice principal…”

“Why don’t you try really hard and not fail the exam?” Tsukishima asked.

Takeda sighed heavily, “Even if we get the vice principal’s permission, if you have to take supplementary classes, those will take priority.”

The dream of going to the Tokyo camp was crumbling right in front of Shōyō. He turned to Ukai and jumped at him, “Coach!”

“W-Well, this isn’t something you’re gonna be able to avoid as a student.” Ukai said shakily.

“But…”

“You need willpower!” He tried to motivate the boy, “You need to believe you can do it!”

“Mind over matter?! No, that’s fine.” Shōyō bowed, “Please teach me!”

“Hinata,” Ukai grunted, “I didn’t really want to bring this up, but do I look like someone who got good grades?” Well, no one was going to answer that since… he didn’t really look the part.

Endo shrugged his shoulders, “looks can be deceiving?” Though Ukai just gave all of them a hollow expression since it didn’t seem like that statement applied in this situation.

Suga stepped up to the upset boy and did his best to reassure him, “Hinata, I’m sure you don’t have to worry this much about it.”

“I’ve never had a double-digit score on any of my quizzes.” He stated, “Will I still be okay?”

“Whoa, that’s actually impressive!” Endo exclaimed in wonder. He’s had his fair share of bad grades, but never in the single digits! That just seemed like an impossibility, did he even answer any of the questions? “You’re definitely screwed!” That just seemed to cause Shōyō to freeze up even more.

“Huh?” Suga blinked at that piece of information. Behind him he then noticed Nishinoya and Tanaka praying for a miracle. “Hey! Stop it with the bodhisattva faces, you two!”

The boys then started to wail in anguish. Endo was both amused and getting a headache from their screams of terror. As they freaked out, a few boys basked in the chaos, and others stared worryingly, Takeda had started to mutter to himself in a trance, “They can do it if they try. They can do it if they try…”

Ukai slightly panicked at the disoriented expression on Takeda’s face, “Sensei, pull yourself together!”

There were only two who seemed to be getting joy out of this turn of events. Tuskishima was one of them as he smirked evilly at the distress now swarming around the gym. He relished in the discourse surrounding him, “Ah, the sound of anguish.”

Endo also seemed amused with the entire situation. Which shouldn't be a surprise since it’s been shown time and time again that he revels in situations such as this. “God, the way they're squirming over this is oh so entertaining.” He chuckled loudly, “the panic is almost refreshing.”

“Get a hold of yourselves!” Daichi exclaimed, attempting to rally all the boys together, “We still have time until exams start. There’s no way Karasuno could bring our best without these four idiots! Not a chance!” They all stared at him in slight confusion as the four boys did their best to pull themselves together. Kageyama was still shell-shock as Shōyō had to hold him up.

“I don’t know if I’m flattered or insulted…” Tanaka trailed off.

“We’re gonna do this…” Daichi said menacingly, “We’re all gonna go to Tokyo.”

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Getting the boys to calm down took a little bit. Though Daichi and Suga were able to corral everyone back to the club room to get ready to leave. Ukai had to help a still disoriented Takeda back into the school since the teacher was still anxious over the four unprepared boys. So they all finally got into the club room as Daichi grabbed Shōyō, Nishinoya, Kageyama, and Tanaka to kneel in front of him for a scolding.

“Listen up, you guys,” He started to say, “The one thing that you’re going to promise me right now… …is that you will not fall asleep in class.”

Asahi glanced over, “That’s the first priority?”

“Staying up late through sheer willpower. Screwing up in your classes and in club. It’s all absolutely unreasonable!”

They all muttered, “Right…”

“We’re heading out,” Tuskishima said as he and Yamaguchi made their way out.

“R-Right.” They all called out, “Good job.”

Suga looked at his underclassmen with a soft, reassuring smile, “It’ll be all right. I mean, you guys passed your high school entrance exams.”

“Suga-san!” Tanaka stared at their upper-classmen in awe.

Though Suga’s smile took on a more menacing undertone, “If you fall asleep in class, you’d better be prepared for the consequences.”

Endo slung his bag over his shoulder, “I’m rooting for you guys,” he said, surprising a few of his friends. But he ended up just shrugging his shoulders with a smug smile, “I’m betting a solid 15,000¥ on you failing.”

It’s not that he thinks the others aren’t smart… They just weren’t book smart. Studying may not come easy to a lot of people, even he can struggle with it. However, these four were the biggest volleyball idiots that he knows, so who knows if they’ll be able to study right. Volleyball seemed to be one of the only things on their mind, so why not make a bet with a high chance of getting some money.

“Who did you make a bet like that with?!” Nishinoya shouted in annoyance. How dare the rich boy flaunt his wealth over them but also have doubt in their ability to succeed. Endo casually just pointed to a sheepish Asahi. That shocked them as Nishinoya yelled at his friend in surprise and disappointment, “Asahi!??”

The poor guy started to sweat under the heated stares of his friends. “I-I bet that you guys would do good!”

Endo slung his shoulder over the nervous Asahi as he started to sweat about joining in the bet. Asahi did his best to explain things through his stuttering words, but Endo just started to move them towards the exit. Endo sang as the pair left, “I’m ready to win my bet~!”

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Yet another uneventful day, Sakura thought to herself as she exited the school building. Really the only thing that wasn’t that boring for her was when Kiyoko came to the first-years talking to them about finding a future manager. Her classes were nothing to really focus on since they were quite easy today and more or less just review for the upcoming exams.

Exams are by no means any students favorite thing, they just create stress and issues for some kids. However, while Sakura didn’t think that she enjoyed them, they weren’t as stress-inducing for her as say her brother. Well, that’s not a fair comparison, her brother is not a studious student to begin with. She has no doubt that he’ll be coming to her for help with studying. Her brother can be clever, but by no means is he book smart. They always joked that Sakura was the one to get the brains while Shōyō got all the brawns when they were born.

She made her way across the courtyard to where she and Shōyō kept their bikes. Both of them were still there, so that meant Sakura would have to wait for him to get out of practice. Though she didn’t have to wait long when there was the loud sound of Shōyō yelling at the sight of her.

“IMOUTO!”

Sakura nearly jumped at the loud shout, “Huh?” She turned around to see that Shōyō was running up to her with Kageyama quickly behind him. They definitely were racing over to her, but she would expect nothing less.

Once they got close enough, Shōyō instantly grabbed her in a tight hug and started to beg, “Please, help us study so we can go to Tokyo!” The puppy-dog eyes that he was flashing her had already sealed the deal since there was no way Sakura could say no to that. Even Kageyama, who looked less than happy to be in front of her, had a feeling of desperation around him. Sakura blinked at the pair for a moment, before smirking lightly as she realized why they were like this.

“So you can’t go to the camp unless your grades are good?” It’s the only assumption that she could make. The team has a camp coming up, exams are soon, and she knows supplementary tests would be the same day as the camp. So it’s a logical assumption to make.

Kageyama scowled, “Don’t sound so smug.” He hated having to ask people for help like this. Practically, begging her for any help at all so they don’t fall behind in their beloved sport. Sure, he’s fine to ask someone to help study. He may be prideful but when it comes to his studies he’s okay with asking for some help. However, when it comes to Sakura, he just knows she’s going to make a big deal about this. Which she most definitely was.

“Watch your tone, king.” Sakura tutted coyly, “I have no problem helping Shō-nii, but I have no obligation to help you.” There was no doubt that she was going to help her brother study, as a sister it was sort of in her job description. However, the King was a different story. They never really see eye-to-eye on things, and have a rocky relationship as it is. So why would she want to

Shōyō jumped up at that fact, “So you’ll help us?!” His sister truly is a godsend!

“Say, please.” She said before placing a finger on Shōyō’s lips to stop him from her brother begging, “Not you.” Sakura turned her leer onto Kageyama, “You.”

Kageyama narrowed his eyes on her. Yup, there she goes. Oh how infuriating it is to see her holding this over his head. Though if he wanted to get to the camp, he was going to need all the help he could get. One of their top classmates was definitely a good idea. Though why it had to be someone like Sakura, he would never know. He gritted his teeth, as if it pained him to say it, “please.”

She smiled condescendingly, “All right. I’ll help.” It seemed like that was satisfactory enough for her. She didn’t really expect some extravagant groveling from him or anything, so this was the best that she was going to get. “Though I am a rigorous tutor. I will make sure that you learn what you need to do no matter what, got it.” The two nodded in agreement. Though Shōyō was the only one that knew what he was signing up for with Sakura’s tutoring. “Good, but no complaining about how I tutor you.” Either they get the help that they can from her the way she can give it, or nothing else.

Kageyama’s scowl seemed to deepen at her declaration, but he couldn’t argue. He scoffed at her before turning to lead them down the mountain. “Whatever.” Yeah, she certainly is an infuriating girl.

“So? I’m guessing a good time to study would be during break time.” Sakura suggested as she and Shōyō followed after him.

Shōyō nodded his head rapidly, “yes! And at home too please!”

“Yea, yea I know. Though not him.” Sakura pursed her lips and nodded her head at Kageyama. “I’m not letting him anywhere near my room.”

Shōyō’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s our room.”

“When I’m helping you study, it’s mine.”

“Unfair!”

The trio traveled down the hill, talking over their schedule of studying and good places for it. Though there was one thing that popped up while they were talking. Well, more like someone. Tsukishima. Sakura wasn’t pleased to hear that the two dummies also wanted to get help from him. Though she wouldn’t totally blame them for it. They needed all the help that they were going to get, and if she can’t help them in a certain subject, then someone else might. It just so happened that someone else was most likely going to be Tsukishima. How annoying. Speaking of which, they caught sight of the blond beanstalk and Yamaguchi heading home themselves. Ah, a perfect opportunity to ask him to help out.

“Tsukishima!...” Shōyō shouted out, startling everyone at how loud he was. Though he made sure to add on the honorifics, “san Help us study. Please.”

“What?” Tsukishima blinked, “No.” What else were they supposed to say? That he would outright agree with helping them. He doesn’t like them all too much, so what would he be gaining helping them at all?

Though they weren’t going to take no for an answer. Shōyō continued to beg, “Just, like, less than an hour each day! Or tell us how to study…”

Yamaguchi looked between them and offered a small shrug of his shoulders, “It wouldn’t hurt to do that a couple minutes before or after club.”

Sakura let out a small laugh, though it sounded more like a scoff than anything, “Doubt he’d be kind enough to help out anyway.”

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at her, “And you are?”

“Looks like you’ve learned something new once again.” She asked with a false, sweet smile.

Tsukiahima just rolled his eyes at her. Her sarcasm was not that appreciated. Oh, how he could so go without having to hear it. “Hey, I don’t think it’s fair that you’re having the shrimp ask for the both of you.” He asked smugly as Kageyama had yet to say anything. Just like with Sakura, Tsukishima was acting the same way “What do you have to say, big guy?”

“Kageyama, ask him,” Shōyō urged him.

The setter was having a flashback to just a few minutes ago when Sakura did the same thing. It was unsettling how similar the two were, he thought. Begrudgingly Kageyama grumbled under his breath, “Please teach us.” Though it wasn’t like anyone could hear him all too well.

“What?” Tsukiahima bent down and obnoxiously cupped his ear.

“Please… teach us how to study.”

“I don’t think I quite heard you.”

Kageyama then intensely bowed down, his head nearly touching the ground as he shouted, “Teach us how to study!”

The door to the Sakanoshita Market slid open violently, startling the teens as Ukai yelled at them, “Shut the hell up! You’re disturbing the neighbors!”

“S-Sorry!” Shōyō and Kageyama stuttered out.

Tsukishima grumbled, “Why am I getting yelled at?”

Once Ukai had returned to his shop, the teens realized it was definitely time to go home. It was getting late, and Sakura knew they needed to get home before their mother started to worry. “Let’s just go, I’m hungry.” Sakura said as she mounted her bike, “See ya, Tadashi.” She swiftly started to pedal away, only saying bye to the only one she tolerated.

The boy smiled at her, “bye, Sakura!” Though his smile became slightly awkward when he noticed Tsukishima glaring at him.

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The quiet day was a perfect time for some studying, which is what Sakura had told her brother. Well, she gave an excuse for every day being a good day for studying. No matter how annoyed or put off Shōyō might have been about missing out on practicing outside, he knew that she was just doing this in his best interest. Though He had to say that the studying that she was doing was… helpful. Yes, she was quite demanding of him with her tutoring, she was working with him to help him as much as she could. At this point, Sakura is aware of Shōyō ‘s strengths and weaknesses and was doing her best to help him strengthen them while also overcoming or avoiding his weaknesses.

So that’s where Shōyō found himself at the desk in their shared bedroom, his notebook opened up as he copied some notes that Sakura had given him. Sakura was also in the room, working on her own studying and homework while keeping an eye on Shōyō to keep him on task. She’s aware her brother could get distracted easily, so making sure he isn’t going to get absorbed in something else.

She laid on her stomach, her books out in front of her on her bed as she was finishing up the last of her math homework. Not only that but she had to start coming up with some ideas about what she would do for the next gallery. Since Shimada had hinted at them talking about it for the next club meeting.

Ever since the first gallery that they had, Sakura had found herself enjoying the galleries and exhibitions that they’ve had. Some were small and just the photography club. Others were in collaboration with other clubs like the Art club, which usually had more people who came to see it. The photography club was small and not that interesting for outsiders, in all honesty. Though the art club, well, everyone knew the art club and loved to see it. Perhaps because there were a lot more mediums of art within the club than just one like photography.

The sound of a phone buzzing went off. Sakura raised an eyebrow at it, knowing that it wasn’t her phone since it’s on silent. So of course it was Shōyō’s. However, her eyes narrowed since she had been adamant to him about keeping his phone on silent and away from him to minimize distractions. Since she is well aware of how he could be easily distracted.

Shōyō looked at his phone to see whatever text he had gotten. It certainly seemed to fill him up with excitement since it was great news. Talking to Kenma was quite exciting, especially about the upcoming training camp. Though his determined and motivated emotions were stunted as he was hit on top of the head. Sakura scowled behind him and quickly snatched his phone out of his hands in his disoriented state.

“What’d I say,” She harshly said, “no phones while studying!”

Shōyō whined, “It’s Kenma.” As if that was going to justify his disregard of one of her rules for his studying.

Their door then opened up as their little sister came bounding into the room. Her bright smile lit up the room as the childish energy consumed her siblings. There was no doubt that she wanted to play. She bounced around happily, completely dispelling the brewing argument between the twins. If it’s one thing that Natsu is a master at, it dissipates any discourse between the two. She smiled largely at the two, “Ni-chan, onee-chan, let’s play jump rope!”

Their mother then called from down the hall, “Nat-chan, the twins are busy studying.”

She pouted, “Aw…”

“Come on Nat-chan,” Sakura sighed while climbing off of her bed. “I’ll play with you.” The last thing that she’d want to see is her little sister upset about not getting to play with someone. Besides, she quite likes getting to loosen up a bit and play games with Natsu. She’s quite the adorable girl, and Sakura adores her.

The little girl cheered, “Yay!”

As Natsu skipped as she started dragging Sakura away by her hand, Sakura turned to her brother, “You focus on studying,” she waved his phone around in her hand, “I’m taking this.” So she was led off by their little sister to join in on some jump rope while Shōyō was left to study.

Though just as Sakura and Natsu were making their way outside they heard their brother shout out, “All right! I’m gonna go to Tokyo!”

“Shōyō, be quiet!” Their mother scolded him. The two sisters shared a look, Sakura rolling her eyes lightly while Natsu giggled.

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When it came to be the next day, Sakura walked alongside Yachi as they headed towards the third-year classrooms. It took a bit of convincing to get Yachi out of their classroom and on their journey to find Kiyoko. Sakura knew that Yachi was anxious about talking to their upperclassman about the position in the club, but she was hoping that she could work her way through it. Everyone has their vices and flaws, but she had a feeling that Yachi would at least give it a chance.

“Yachi. It’ll be okay.” Sakura said, staring at her friend in worry. The poor girl was fidgeting around to the point that Sakura was worried that she was going to pass out or something.

“But it’s a third-year! A friend of yours!” Yachi exclaimed, earning some looks for the other kids they walked passed. “What if I say something wrong and then she doesn’t want to talk to me and then you decide that I embarrassed you so much that you don’t want to be my friend anymore and-”

Sakura cut her off, “Yachi, that isn’t what's going to happen.”

“Are you sure?” The girl asked as she nervously bit her nails.

“Yes.” She said strongly and let just a small smile to grace her lips, “I’m not going to stop being your friend, all right. It will take quite a bit for that to happen.” Since Yachi was one of her only friends in her class, it wasn’t like she was going to drop her over something simple like this. Sakura certainly wasn’t shallow like that.

Yachi blinked owlishly, “Oh, okay.” She was well aware that Sakura really only had her as a friend in their class. Though that didn’t mean she thought Sakura would leave her if she messed it up with this third-year manager. Yachi values talking to Sakura every day and sharing lunch and their breaks with her, she definitely would not want to lose that friendship.

“There she is.” Sakura said as she walked over to the beautiful third-year. “Good morning, Kiyoko.”

Her senpai smiled at them, “Good morning, Sakura.”

“This is my friend Yachi Hitoka.”

The beautiful teen smiled widely at the younger girl, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

It seemed like Yachi had become star-struck now with Kiyoko looking down at her. Though once she realized that she had to give some sort of greeting she stuttered out, “N-Nice to m-meet y-you!” Which then prompted her to give a deep bow, which startled Kiyoko at how sudden it was.

Kiyoko glanced over at Sakura for a moment at the strange greeting from Yachi. The orange-haired girl just shrugged her shoulders at her senpai. So Kiyoko just continued, “Sakura mentioned that you were looking for a club to join.”

Yachi nodded her head stiffly, “Uh, oh, yeah!” Sakura just raised an eyebrow at Yachi’s nervous behavior. She knows that her friend has difficulty with her anxiety about certain situations and overthinking a lot. Sakura just hoped that if Yachi decides to take this on, it could help her work through it. She knew sometimes to work through something you can put yourself in certain situations out of your comfort zone.

“The boy’s volleyball club will need to have a new manager next year since I am graduating.” Kiyoko explained as she handed Yachi the manager “This year they did quite an amazing job during their games. Even at the Inter-High prelims, they were neck-and-neck with Aoba Johsai, who actually made it to the finals.” Sakura was half listening to Kiyoko since she already knew this. However, she noticed the far off look on Yachi’s face, which caused her to raise an eyebrow. Was she paying attention? Sakura wondered. “Though we do have quite a few troublemakers, but I’m sure you’ll find that they’re a team you want to root for. So, why don’t we try a trial membership?”

“Huh?!” Yachi jumped, getting dragged out of her thoughts since she zoned out during everything Kiyoko said. She nervously shouted out, “Sure!”

Kiyoko smiled widely, “Really?! Thank you so much!” She exclaimed while grabbing her hand, “Then I’ll come by again after school.”

As Kiyoko skipped away happily at the new development, Sakura looked over at Yachi and her dazed expression. Sakura deadpanned, “Did you hear anything she said?”

“...no,” Yachi coughed out sheepishly.

Sakura shook her head in amusement, “Don’t worry, I’ll catch you up, come on.” So Sakura started retelling what Kiyoko’s had said as they headed back into their classroom.

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Kiyoko had come to collect Sakura and Yachi once classes were over. While Sakura could have easily brought Yachi there on her own, she knew that Kiyoko wanted to give Yachi a good impression and explain more things on their walk over. Not only that but Kiyoko is just an extremely kind girl.

All throughout their short walk towards the gym, Yachi was nervously fidgeting with her hands, but listening attentively to every word Kiyoko said. Sakura walked beside them while keeping quiet and letting Kiyoko take charge of the conversation. After all, Kiyoko was the one who had to teach Yachi what she would need to know to be a manager, if Yachi took the position.

Eventually, the trio of girls made it to the gym entrance. Sakura made sure to give Yachi her silent support through looks and gestures, which seemed to work just slightly. Yachi was not exactly an anxious mess over meeting new people, or else their first meeting would have been a bit more awkward, Sakura knew. However, with the job of a manager possibly hanging over her, Yachi was just over thinking what was going to happen if she messed up at any point or disappointed Kiyoko.

Soon enough they made it to the door of the gym. The team was already practicing their passing and spikes when the girls got there. Though there was no way that any of them were going to miss Kiyoko’s appearance. Though once they noticed her they also noticed the two others along with her. While they weren’t surprised to see Sakura there, the blonde-haired girl was someone new. That was definitely causing Yachi to tremble just slightly, having to be around all these new boys and how intimately tall some of them were.

“So you found a new person!” Shōyō exclaimed.

“What’s up?” Tanaka inquired.

Nishinoya joined in on the questioning, “What’s going on?”

Kiyoko glanced at the nervous Yachi, “Um, she’s joining the club on a trial basis as the new manager…”

Now with all of the boys starting to gather around the girls, Yachi stumbled out a greeting, “I-I’m Yachi Hitoka!”

“Seriously?” Suga said happily, “That’s awesome!”

Shōyō was bouncing around at all of this new news, “Nice job, Shimizu-senpai!”

Asahi bent down to greet the new coming, “You’re a first-year?”

Though that only made Yachi panic a bit since she thought Asahi was not a student but instead an older man. She stuttered out, “I-I’m in Class 1-5, sir!”

Daichi made sure to put himself between them, in case Yachi becomes even more scared, “Asahi, back up a bit.”

“Huh?” Though Asahi was a bit oblivious to why he had to do so.

“You’re scaring the poor girl,” Endo chuckled while patting his friend on the back in sympathy.

It seemed like Nishinoya and Tanaka were more than intrigued to see the new girl. Though their way of expressing this, just staring at her intensely, was doing nothing but scaring Yachi just slightly. “Hey!” Suga exclaimed and pushed the two away. “Don’t stare like that! It’s rude.”

Even if he had been pulled back slightly to not frighten Yachi too much, Asahi was still excited with this new development. “Thank goodness. Now there’ll be a manager next year, too.”

Shōyō nodded, “Yes!” Though that just caused Yachi to jump slightly in nervousness.

“Sh-She hasn’t actually joined yet,” Kiyoko was quick to correct them, “I asked her suddenly today, and before work with the membership committee, so she’s just dropping in to say hi today.”

Yachi bowed her head to the group, “I-It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Same!” All the boys around her respectfully did the same. Though that just caused Yachi’s nervousness to spike even more as she jumped. Sakura made sure to place a hand on Yachi’s shoulder, hoping to calm the poor girl down just a bit. She just wanted to make sure that her friend knew that she was there to try to calm her down if she needed it.

Kiyoko stepped in, “Could you not surround her until she’s more comfortable?”

Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed, “You guys are creepy when girls are around.” It was almost like they had never been around too many girls at one time. She knew that a few of them were a bit… dumbfounded when it came to girls, but it shouldn’t be too bad. It made her feel protective of the only friend from her class. After all, if they scared her off, what if Yachi decided to avoid her or something. So she did her best to subtly stand in front of Yachi as she rolled her eyes at them, “Please don’t scare away my friend.”

Tsukishima decided to make a jab, “You have a friend?” Which only earned him a deadpanned glance from her and nothing more. Not like she was going to give him any real acknowledgement. Which ultimately frustrated Tsukishima just a bit, but he kept himself quiet for the time being.

So Yachi saw that as an opening to leave the gym for the day. She smiled politely at the new group of people, though it did seem a bit strained, and left, “S-Sorry for the intrusion.”

“Shimizu.” Daichi said to their manager, “So you were looking for a new manager…”

“Yeah. I didn’t think we got enough response when we tried to find people in April.” The third-year girl said, “I thought it was important to find someone to carry on as manager, especially with Karasuno getting so much stronger.”

Her inspirational words and determined expression, the boys all bursted out into tears at her dedication to the team. As they all shouted out to her in awe.

“Shimizu-san!”

“Kiyoko-san!”

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“So have you thought about it?” Sakura asked as she slurped on some ramen. It was now lunch time the day after Yachi was introduced to the team. Sakura wouldn’t admit it, but she was intrigued, to say the least, about whether Yachi was actually going to join the team as a manager. While on one hand, she wouldn’t want to subject Yachi to having to deal with some of the rambunctious boys of the team, on the other hand, Sakura would like to have another girl around the team. Sakura is around the team plenty so she figured that her presence would help alleviate some of the nerves.

Once Sakura had met up with her brother yesterday, he wanted to know everything about Yachi. He already knew that Sakura had a friend in her class and general information about her, but certainly wanted to know more. It was slightly annoying for Sakura, at least at the beginning. Though after a while she liked getting to talk to someone about her friendship. After all, Sakura doesn’t have too many people to talk to about her relationships besides the photography club to a certain extent, Yachi and her brother.

Sakura just kind of really hoped that Yachi was swinging a bit more into accepting the position of manager. Since she was around the team so much, it would be a nice change of pace to have someone new there. Having another friend, who Sakura actually enjoyed being around, on the team was a guarantee that Sakura would have more fun while around the club. Not to say that she didn’t, but with the likes of the annoying Endo, infuriating Tsukishima, and the troublesome quartet, it would be a nice balance to have someone sane on the team. Not only that, but it meant the team had another supporter. They didn’t have too many people who came to watch the games and cheer Karasuno on, so perhaps having an added person, especially a manager, could help with the team morale. At least, Sakura hoped so.

Sipping on her juice box, Yachi shrugged her shoulders, “I have. Though I’m not sure. It seems like a confusing job to take on.”

“It’s not that confusing,” Sakura said, “you just have to wrangle in those volleyball-idiots from time to time.”

“But I don’t know much about volleyball.” Her eyes started to become wide as some thoughts bombarded her, “What help would I be to the team? What If I get something wrong and then it ends up with the team losing or something? I could never face them again!”

Noticing that Yachi was starting to become overwhelmed, Sakura made sure to attempt to calm her down. “Hey, nothing like that would happen, trust me.” She said, already trying to stop any sort of overthinking that Yachi might have about this. “If you don’t know about volleyball the team will happily teach you what you need to know, I’m sure of it. I can even help you if you need.”

Despite not being a volleyball player, or really a part of a team, Sakura knew plenty about volleyball. While her brother played the sport, he wasn’t exactly too versed on what rules are in certain situations. So she took time to learn what was important. The rules, the positions, and anything else she deems necessary.

“You will?” Yachi asked, appearing to be genuinely touched that Sakura would help her out. She’s known Sakura only for a little while, and knows that she doesn’t always reach out to people or to help them, so it was touching to realize that Sakura would help her with this.

Sakura coughed lightly, a bit embarrassed now that Yachi had become so sappy all of a sudden. “Obviously.”

“Yachi-san!” A sudden shout broke the pair from their conversation. Coming into the room was Sakura’s brother and the gloomy setter, to the surprise of the two girls. “Pardon us!” Shōyō said as he came into the room, “I’m Hinata Shōyō from Class 1! This is Kageyama.”

The setter nodded his head in greeting, “Hey.”

“H-Hey,” Yachi stuttered out after an unseen internal panic.

Sakura eyed the two of them while placing down her lunch, “What are you two here for?”

“We need help studying,” her brother explained. “Imouto, can you help us right now!”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I guess, though I was in the middle of a conversation with Yachi.”

“Oh, Yachi-san, do you like studying?” Shōyō asked her eagerly.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t hate it.”

“Could you teach me this English?” He asked her, “You should ask her, too, Kageyama!”

Kageyama gruffly said, “Please teach us.” Sakura has to admit that it was easier for him to ask Yachi for help and not her.

“If we fail any tests next month, we won’t be able to go to the Tokyo away games,” Shōyō explained, “so we’ve been having the tall guy with glasses named Tsukishima help us…” An annoyed expression crawled onto their faces as they thought back to Tsukishima and his methods of teaching. “But lately, he’s getting irritated because Kageyama and I are so stupid.”

Kageyama grumbled, “I’m not scared of him.”

“Fooled me,” Sakura commented sarcastically, earning a glare from the boy.

Shōyō continued, “But it’d be better for someone to teach us nicely!”

“And I don’t?” Sakura asked, slightly offended.

Kageyama deadpanned at her, “You are only slightly less condescending than Tsukishima.” Sakura would have contradicted him, if she didn’t think that it was slightly true. Though she still hated having been compared to the bitchy blonde giant.

“I-If I’m good enough…” Yachi stuttered out.

“Really?!” Shōyō jumped into her face happily.

“Don’t feel pressured to help these two out,” Sakura said reassuringly to her friend. “They’re already getting a lot of help, if they fail now, it’ll be a miracle fueled by their own stupidity.”

Yachi sweat slightly at Sakura’s insult. She hasn’t really seen how Sakura interacts with her brother, since this is only the second time meeting him. However, she could definitely feel that Sakura was a bit more on the harsher side with him for certain things. She just slowly nodded her head to Shōyō, “Yeah. But I wonder if I’ll be able to teach in a nicer way than the tall guy with glasses…”

The two boys in front of them shook their heads as Shōyō said, “You definitely don’t have to worry about that.”

So the group all gathered around Yachi’s desk. The girl was sharing her notebook with the boys who were more than happy to look it over and copy it down. It was certainly very organized. A bit different from how Sakura organized her notes, a tad bit more color to it as well. Dare the boys say they were even easier to follow.

“Wow!” Shōyō exclaimed, “I see! Wow!”

Yachi became bashful as the boys gushed over how organized her notes were, “Oh, it’s nothing…”

“Your notebook’s really easy to look at, Yachi-san.” Shōyō praised, “You’re great at drawing, too!”

“My mom works at a design firm, so she’s always been picky about things like this.” She then started to write in his notebook, “Oh, if you leave a space here, it’ll be easier to fill in later. Also, if you limit the number of colors you use, it won’t get confusing. And… I’m sorry! I was writing all over your notebook!”

Though Shōyō wasn’t put off at all, he was intrigued with her work, “Oh, I see… You’re amazing!”

“I-It’s n-nothing… nothing…”

Even through her silence, Sakura was watching the boys copy the notes. Though it seemed like they weren’t copying everything to a T, at least in her opinion. “You’re writing it wrong, King.”

“Eh?” Kageyama’s eyebrow twitched at her speaking up.

She took his pencil from him, to his chagrin, and started to write, “this is a compound sentence, so there’s a comma.” The boy just grumbled under his breath before snatching the pencil back from her. Sure, she wasn’t as bad as Tsukishima to a degree, but she still talked down to him at times like an idiot, even if she was being somewhat helpful.

Yachi nervously chuckled at the atmosphere around Kageyama growing gloomy, “Sakura is a bit better at English than me, her notes would probably be better.”

“I gave them my notes,” Sakura pointed out, “but I’m starting to wonder if they actually look them over to study. At least there’s no oral exam, or they’d be screwed.”

Kageyama glared at her, her obvious superiority about her English skills looming over them. He mumbled, “And you wouldn’t?”

She deadpanned, “No.”

“You can speak English?” Yachi asked with a tilted head. She knew that Sakura was intelligent, but she didn’t know anyone at the school who was completely fluent in English.

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened, “Fluently?”

Sakura just shrugged her shoulders, “My English is good enough to get me by.”

“Ne, but imouto,” Shōyō started to say, “you can speak it really well. You had full conversations with our teachers all the time. Oh, she's really good at Korean too!”

Sakura pursed her lips at the reminder, “I don’t remember too much of that though.”

A thought then popped into Shōyō’s head, “Didn’t you only learn it because you liked-”

“Shut up, no one asked you.” She definitely didn’t want to get into how she had a bit of a k-pop phase while in junior high. So she just bonked her brother on the head to stop him from speaking.

Changing the conversation, Yachi started, “So, Hinata-kun…”

“Just Shōyō’s fine.”

“Do you not like studying, Shōyō-kun?”

“I hate it.” He gruffly confessed, though that wasn’t surprising. “Sitting for a long time like this sucks.”

“So you’re trying really hard so you can go to Tokyo?”

“Yeah!” He became happy talking about the upcoming camp, “We’re gonna have practice matches with all the strong schools from Tokyo!”

Yachi smiled at the upbeat turn of his mood, “That’s amazing. I’ve never been that serious about anything before.”

“There’s this school called Nekoma High School in Tokyo, and the setter there is super-smart.” Shōyō started to explain a bit more in depth, “And then like their leader has a really spikey head… He’s really big and seems like a bad guy. And there’s a guy that’s totally awesome at picking up one receive after another like foom.”

“The libero from Nekoma is awesome.” Kageyama commented, “He’s on par with Nishinoya-san.”

“There are a lot of amazing guys! Not just in Tokyo, but in our prefecture…” Sakura continued to listen to her brother’s explanation and could see that it was going over Yachi’s head. She’ll have to make sure to go over volleyball terms and such later with her. “There’s the Great King from Aoba Johsai, Ushiwaka, who’s known as the undefeated champion, and Date Tech has the Iron Wall who’s 190cm tall!”

“190 centimeters?!” Yachi yelled before blinking at the boy, “Um… Hinata, are you a manager, too?”

“Why?” He asked.

“Oh… I thought only tall people played volleyball and the club was full of tall guys.”

There was a short pause as Sakura snickered into her hand and Shōyō took a second to jump up. “I may be short, b-but I’m a regular!”

Yachi froze in shock, since she just judged someone based just off of his height. She nearly threw herself under her desk as she shouted out, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay.” Shōyō reassured her, “I’m used to it. Even if I’m not big, I can fly!” Yachi stared up at him with wide eyes. The determination that he had in his stance was palpable enough for her to see. He really was

Kageyama broke her out of her thoughts, “Hinata, don’t you need to copy this down?”

“Oh, yeah.” He then quieted down and started to finish his copying. “Everyone’s so big and they look strong, but when we’re in a match, I feel like I’m taking those people on. It’s exciting. It’s nerve-racking.”

Yachi blinked at his determination. It was inspiring to hear something like that. She smiled, “That’s amazing, taking on people like that. That makes you a Little Giant, Hinata.”

At the name, Shōyō jumped up, “Huh!?”

“What!?” Yachi jumped anxiously at the sudden shout.

“You know who the Little Giant is?” He asked, “Did Sakura tell you?”

That certainly confused Yachi as she had no clue what he was talking about. “Huh? Uh, no. I, uh… Don’t you call Japanese players that when they’re fighting with much bigger foreign players in sports?”

“Oh, right.” Shōyō calmed down and deflated slightly, “Yeah, I’m gonna be the Little Giant.”

Kageyama then said, “Hey, Little Giant that’s not gonna make it to Tokyo, hurry up and copy this.” Which Shōyō quickly did.

Sakura started to munch on her food again as she watched them finish up copying. If she were being honest, she’s glad that there was someone else helping with her brother’s studying. She honestly was surprised when Tsukishima agreed to help, even if it was only for a few minutes each day. She was convinced that he’d just laugh in their faces and leave them high and dry. It confused her a bit, but she was more than grateful for it. Which was not something she would admit to out loud. That beanstalk would just hold that over her head for who knew how long. Now with Yachi added into it, she was certain that her brother would do well. Sakura admires Yachi since she is very intelligent and well-rounded. Sure, the blonde was a bit jumpy and anxious a lot, but that didn’t detract from her smarts. Sakura was more than glad to have her as a close friend.

Eventually, the break period was almost over, and the boys had gotten the notes copied, it was time for them to part ways. Sakura and Yachi followed the two boys out to say goodbye. Standing outside the door, Shōyō asked, “Will you help us study again?”

“Sure.” Yachi nodded, “Teaching you guys helps me remember the material, too.”

Shōyō then started to aggressively shake Yachi’s hands, “Thanks! Thank you, Yachi-san!”

“Oh, no,” Yachi said nervously at the aggressiveness, “it’s nothing…”

“See you in club!”

Yachi waved at the two as they left before her smile dropped. Her appearance now becoming drained, “What is this? I feel like I’ve been left out in direct sunlight for a while.”

“That happens when you’re around my brother for too long.” Sakura explained to her with a shrug of her shoulders.

Yachi looked to her as they headed back into the classroom, “you weren’t kidding when you said you and him weren’t alike.”

Sakura couldn’t help but chuckled slightly, “I told you.”

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School came to an end and all the students started to make their ways to their clubs or escape home. After their class ended, Sakura and Yachi headed to the gym. Basically the entire time, Sakura had been doing her best to explain things about volleyball to her. She talked about the positions, basic rules, and explained who the Little Giant was. Even from the way she spoke about the past middle blocker from Karasuno, Yachi could tell that Sakura knows nearly everything about him. The obsession that Shōyō had with the Little Giant was something that Sakura took seriously, in Yachi’s opinion. It was heartwarming to see her invested in her brother’s hobbies and interests.

“Remember,” Sakura started to say, “it’s okay if you don’t know anything, Kiyoko will help you.” She did her best to prepare Yachi for what was to come, but she knew that Kiyoko would be there to help further.

Yachi nodded her head as if she was heading off to war, “Right.”

Sakura smirked, “I know that you’ll do good.”

The two walked up to the door and were instantly bombarded with a bright ray of sunshine jumping at them. “Yachi-san! Imouto! This afternoon’s English quiz…” He showed her the quiz that had a score of 21. “Some parts you taught me were on there, and I got a third of them right!”

“Wahoo!” The two cheered and jumped around before Yachi praised Shōyō. “That’s amazing, Shōyō-kun!”

Sakura smiled just slightly at how happy the two of them were. Still, 21 isn’t an acceptable grade just yet. Sakura thought to herself in slight amusement and worry. Yes, it’s better than what he normally might do, but there was still a way to go before he could successfully pass their exams.

She cleared her throat to get the bubbly pair’s attention, “Well, have a good practice.”

“Do you have club today, imouto?” Shōyō asked with a small tilt of his head.

“Yes,” she nodded, “technically it’s just about every other day, but I’d rather come to your practices.” Shimada was very relaxed on the club attendance as most of the time they don’t have all too much to do. The only times everyone is required to go is when they have a gallery coming up or some similar event to go over about. Honestly, it’s a bit of just a glorified hangout between friends, in Sakura’s opinion. Yes, she would love to go to every club meeting, but she just was still having some trouble leaving Shōyō’s practices. It’s too ingrained in her routine to be at his practices everyday that she was having some difficulty pulling herself away from them.

There seemed to be an emotion that flashed in Shōyō’s eyes for a moment before it was gone as if it didn’t happen. He just smiled at her, “Have a good time at your club then!”

“Have a good practice,” she said before giving Yachi a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder. With that, she lazily walked off to head to the photography club. Shōyō watched her go with his smile, though it did slip off a bit. He didn’t know that her club was every day. Had he known that he might encourage her to go more. Then again he had to wonder, would he be okay with not having her around for his practices either. Just as much as Sakura is used to being at the volleyball team’s practice, Shōyō was used to her being right on the sidelines. Though he can’t think about that right now, he has to focus on practice.

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Walking into the club room, everyone was in their normal spots as usual as Sakura got comfy in her spot by the window. Her fellow clubmates were already in the club room talking to each other. Wada was sitting on top of a desk, talking animatedly about something. If Sakura had to guess, it was about something that she surely wouldn’t be interested in.

The group all greeted Sakura in their own ways as Wada smiled at their youngest member. “Hinata-chan, you’re just in time.”

Ito rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed with whatever Wada had already been talking about, “Yeah, you almost missed out on Wada going on and on about his new girlfriend.”

Wada smiled wistfully, “And what a beautiful girl she is.” Whoever this girl was, she must have been pretty amazing for him to swoon like this.

“And isn’t this girlfriend number five this year?” Ito sassed with a raised eyebrow. It’s known to everyone at school that Wada is a popular guy, which means plenty of love confessions, and who is he to turn them down. Especially when they’re from girls he is even slightly interested in. Sure, at this point he’s dated most of the girls in his grade and a couple third-years, he’s just an interesting guy.

Though that didn’t stop Wada from smirking at her, “Jealous?”

“You wish!” She scoffed at the absurdity of that question. After all, why would she be jealous of someone like Wada Katski?

Yokoyama leaned over to Sakura and stage whispered, “She’s definitely jealous.”

“Yea, I don’t want to hear about your girlfriend,” Shimada said, leaning over to her underclassmen. She smiled, it appeared a bit teasing, as she looked down to Sakura, “I want to hear about why Sakura’s here! Did you miss us!?”

“No,” Sakura scoffed, “of course not.”

The club president just cooed, “Come on, admit it, you missed us.”

“Perhaps,” Shimada brightened at Sakura admitting that, “I did miss seeing Mori-senpai.” Shimada then deflated.

“Though it is surprising,” Yokoyama commented while pursing their lips, ignoring the depressed Shimada. “You don’t usually come to club on days like this. Normally, you’re here just when we tell you to be and have something important.”

“You make it sound like I’m a slacker or something,” Sakura scrunched up her eyebrows.

Mori giggled lightly from her seat across from Sakura, “When it comes to attendance, you are.”

Sure, she didn’t come to club all too much, but she was there when it counted. Sakura justified her lack of attendance for the club by the fact that they didn’t have all too many important things to do. She viewed days like this as just a time to be lazy with the club and talk. She pursed her lips, “Well it’s not like we have much to do.”

Wada leaned over with a smirk, “How would you know if you aren’t usually here on days like this.” He had her there.

“Do we have something to do?” Sakura raised an eyebrow, challenging them on the notion.

Shimada jumped up in excitement, “Indeed we do, today is ‘learn more about Sakura day!’”

Said girl blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“We would love to get to know you more Sakura!”

“Yeah, you come in here only every once in a while and it’s not like you talk all too much about yourself.”

Sakura couldn’t help herself but shift uncomfortably, “There’s nothing too interesting to talk about me.”

“I beg to differ,” Shimada said, now plopping herself onto the table that Sakura was sitting at. “What have you been up to? What have you been taking pictures of? Any new projects? What about the volleyball club? Finally decided on which boy is cute enough for you?”

Sakura huffed, “none of them are cute!”

Mori intervened before they scared Sakura off, “In return, you can get to know us more.”

Sakura looked at the five in front of her and their eager expressions. They obviously just wanted to be closer to her as club mates and friends, which Sakura knew was a good idea. She had decided recently that she should officially distance herself from Shoyo and making her own group of friends is one part of that. So she could use this moment to achieve that. It was just that… it seemed to be easier said than done.

She glanced away, either in embarrassment or anxiousness, and grumbled out, “I guess that it’s okay.” The others cheered, “but no talking about the volleyball club! None of them are cute, I am not and would never be interested in any of them!” Shimada, Wada and Ito deflated at that piece of information, since they wanted to get all the juicy bits of Sakura’s life. Though that didn’t mean they weren’t getting anything from her. “I’ve been thinking of working on a portfolio a bit more,” she explained, “taking it a bit more seriously so I can use it later on, I guess.”

“That’s pretty smart,” Ito tapped her chin in thought, “we should all probably do something like that.”

Sakura deadpanned, “you don’t already?”

“We will now!” Shimada exclaimed, “it’s a great idea for all of us, I’d say.”

Everyone agreed with that sentiment. At least now they would have more to do with their lazier days in the club. You would think that they’d have some sort of activities to do when not having to worry about galleries. Sakura thought to herself as she watched them talk about the ideas for portfolios and how to go about making them. Perhaps she could suggest some things to Shimada and Mori about projects that they could do. Though for that to happen, she would have to come to the club a bit more often. Watching the other teens talk with each other made Sakura realize that it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. So in that moment, she came to the decision that she would come to the club more often and socialize more often. It might just do her some good.

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This chapter seems longer than what I've usually done, maybe that's me. I'm hoping to get through season 2 generally as fast as I can, since I want to write season 3 cause it's my favorite ^-^ There does feel like there's a disconnect between this chapter as some points cause I feel like I lost myself in the writing a bit and couldn't totally get into the headspace for Sakura and Endo's characterization. Though I hope that it was good enough! Next up is going to be an original chapter staring Endo! Not totally sure how long Imma make it, but I feel like it's going to be quite a heavy, angsty chapter. I'll have to figure it out lmao

So I went on a family vacation for a few weeks! Went to Florida to Disney which was fun, and literally just got back from a BTR concert. Ah, Big Time Rush... brings back so many memories of middle school... bleh.

Though I'm back and I am hoping to finish up a new fanfiction this week or at least mid July for Stranger Things. I posted some stuff about it on my Tumblr which was just the master list for it and some character mood boards. I already have Secrets of the Forest uploaded, but I'm sort of reimagining that and rewriting the story for it, so I won't be touching that for some time. But Sealed Lips, the title of the new fic, came to me on the spur of the moment (like most fanfics lmao) and I think it'll be the first fic that I completely finish before posting it. That way I can upload it on a consistant basis... hopefully.

Anyway, hope you liked it, let me know what you thought. Until the next time, my friends!

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The Villain and His Therapist - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"You know, that shade of pink looks lovely on you," Villain purred, descending the stairs to lean against the kitchen counter.

Juliet paused where she was scrambling eggs in a skillet and glanced down at her attire of soft blue pajama pants and oversized grey sweater. "I'm not wearing any pink," she said slowly, lifting her gaze to look at the Villain.

He'd just come down from a shower, dark locks of hair curling over his forehead. He smelled of her green apple shampoo. It made her insides swoop all funny.

Villain's lips tugged into an easy grin as he took one step closer, two. He paused directly in front of her to lift a hand, brushing his knuckles feather-light against her burning cheek.

"I was referring to your blush. It suits you quite beautifully." His voice was liquid gold. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

Remembering herself, Juliet swatted his hand away and covered her cheeks with her palms. "I'm not blushing."

He didn't try to hide the amusement on his face.

"Mm, whatever were you thinking about, Doctor Meadows?" Villain took Juliet's hands to gently pry them away from her face, using the hold on her wrists to pull her closer.

Juliet sucked in a soft breath, looking up at him. The sun streaming through the window caught the highlights of his handsome face and illuminated his dark irises, turning them to molten amber.

"I...was...thinking about how gentle you can be. When you calmed me down that night, you were patient and sensitive; you displayed a lot of empathy and care. I'm really proud of you. You've come a long way."

Villain's grin grew a little softer as he tilted his head to the side, studying her face. The way he looked at her used to make her feel like prey being stalked by a lion. Now...it made her feel like she was the only thing in his universe.

Her stomach fluttered.

Juliet swallowed, continuing. "I imagine it isn't easy for you to be so vulnerable. I'm glad that you feel safe enough with me to be soft."

Villain brushed her fringe away from her face, tapping the side of her head. "That psychologist brain of yours never turns off, does it?"

She smiled sheepishly, gaze dipping down to the floor.

Villain's finger hooked under her chin, lifting it gently. "I never said I didn't like it. You are my therapist, after all."

Villain leaned in closer, eliciting the slightest hitch in her breath. He smiled, relishing her response.

His breath ghosted over her lips, leaving them tingling in anticipation.

"Yours?" she asked softly. Her mouth had gone dry.

"Would you like to be?"

Juliet's thoughts were rarely clear on her face. She was difficult to read under the years of training keeping her steady and prepared. Villain wanted to unpick that artificial calm from her; to map her every reaction. He wanted to watch her sigh and blush and smile...

"The eggs are going to burn," Juliet whispered, watching him.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Villain reached over her shoulder, turning off the stove. In one fluid movement, he turned with her, pressing her back against the counter.

If her cheeks were warm before, they were blazing now. Villain smiled again, this time something so fond it dazzled her senses. The world narrowed to just the two of them, flush together.

Juliet's hands fell against Villain's chest, lightly resting against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She breathed in his scent.

"Villain?"

"Mm?" he murmured, the hum of his voice vibrating against her palms.

"When your brother- What he said about how you feel...about me... Is it true?" She held his gaze, holding her breath.

"My sweet Juliet Meadows." His voice alone was enough to melt her. He took one of her hands with deliberate gentleness and placed a kiss against her fingers. "If only I were brave enough to say it out loud."

"You can say it in other ways," Juliet breathed.

His eyes gleamed.

"Oh I intend to," Villain said softly.

Villain's gaze flicked down to Juliet's lips. He kept one hand on her waist, slotting the other into her hair. He leaned in until their lips brushed. Pausing, he seemed to catch himself, probably remembering Juliet's comments in therapy about the importance of healthy communication.

He smiled again, sharp and beautiful. His warm breath grazed her skin while his thumb traced lazy circles against her jaw. "May I?" he whispered, his lips hovering just barely above hers.

Juliet opened her mouth to answer, and-

The door burst open.

Juliet jolted in surprise, panic shooting through her as she gripped Villain's arms before she caught sight of who was really at the door.

The figure was fitted in a deep red super-suit, a black mask concealing his identity.

She relaxed, releasing a breath through gritted teeth. "Hero?"

"Doctor Meadows," Hero said, relief flooding his expression. "I heard what happened to you on the news and with Supervillain's escape, I knew you were in danger so I-"

His eyes narrowed as he seemed to notice Villain for the first time. "You get away from her," he hissed marching closer, crimson beams of tech-powered energy sparking to life in his palms. "Let her go and get out."

Villain hardened at the sight of him in turn, straightening and pulling out an advanced weapon. "Now that's insulting, at least I was invited inside." His voice was smooth and dangerous. Chilling.

A far cry from the man who had held her close and smiled fondly only moments ago.

Juliet stepped between them, holding up a hand in each direction. "Stop."

"You invited him in? Doctor Meadows, he's Supervillain's brother! He's probably here to finish the job for him!"

"Oh that's rich," Villain interjected. "For all your self-righteous monologues begging me to change, to be better, when I actually try, you can't accept it."

"I'm not willing to bet Doctor Meadow's life on your 'moral awakening,'" Hero spat.

"Hero," Juliet said in the no-nonsense voice her job often required her to use. "Take a deep breath. Villain would never hurt me, you don't need to worry about that."

"He-"

"-is in rehabilitation," Juliet finished for him. "He is my patient, just as you are. He has made tremendous progress, you are in no position to discredit his reformation. I promise you that I am safe with him."

Hero stared, studying the pair. Villain's jaw was clenched, glaring hard at the hero. Juliet touched his shoulder and some of the tension immediately dissolved from him.

Hero extinguished the energy beams in his palms, shifting into a less guarded stance. He regarded them for a second longer.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"You want to prove you have good intentions? Help me find Supervillain and bring him in, for good this time," Hero said. "I can't do it alone."

Villain turned to look at Juliet. She stepped closer, taking his hand as she spoke.

"No. I don't want you to put yourself in a position where your recovery might be compromised again. You're too close to the situation to act rationally, and it would be too much of a trigger for you."

Villain's gaze softened as it landed on her, any hostility in his demeanor vanishing like it had never been there. He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers, leaning in. His thumb dipped down to graze her lips.

Villain kissed her cheek, her chin, the corner of her mouth. He straightened, eyes intent, looking like he wanted to kiss her properly--but not until they were alone.

When time would suspend like frost in the air and the moment would belong solely to the two of them, in the quiet and safety of each other.

Juliet's skin felt cold at the loss of his touch. Dread swirled in the pit of her stomach.

Villain turned to Hero, observing him for a moment before extending a hand to shake. "Deal."

Sorry I haven't posted in so loooong. I kept putting off writing this bc I was worried id mess it up lol. This is officially the longest series I've posted so far (the rest of my snippets have 3 parts or less) so wooo! Let me know if you want to see more :)

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cirnodoeshit · 3 years

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{you there? stay awake for the next 10 minutes! please!}

©egglebeggle 2021

m.list

dont copy my work blah blah blah dont repost (different from reblogging) blah blah blaah

warning angst

reader has type 1 diabetes, they experience insulin shock.

please dont assume this as romanticizing diabetes

some use of mcyt writers on here and my followers (including previous writers) *wink* spelling errors are likely intended

obviously theres gonna be a part 2 im not that mean

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚.

Of course, you were talking to chat, and answering questions.

snipedabitch: hey ive been hearing you in the background of georges stream you living with him yousucklmaooo2182: bruh {Y.N} you suck fr isimpfor{Y.N}: i heard u in the hallway with george and sap in stream yesterday nosey2832794: true true ^ qwqwqwqwqwq09310: you living with dream team?? TwistedCupcakes: YES {dreamxy.n}NOTNAP maluminumshines: YEAAAAAAAH illynilly: what if bro IM GONNA GET STARTED ON THAT

You shrugged.

snipedabitch donated 6.90! MA'AM ARE YOU LIVING WITH DREAM TEAM???????

"Oh, yeah! I forgot to mention that I moved in with them awhile ago." "That's why you heard me in the background."

egglebeggledidaoops: YOOOOOOO purpleypleasantries: YEAH WE GOT CONFIRMATION LETS GO hqqinnit: WOO milkedgeorgepink: HAHAHA yousucklmaooo2182: smh shes a bitch maluminumshines: shut up you 14 year old nosey2832794: yeah man skyleeeeesayshi: make the fanfictpn MAKE THE FANFICTSN!!!! arsenictime: HAH {Y.N} X DREAM MAY COME TRUE ho1land: BET BET BET BET BET dreamsimpss: WOOO DNF DNF DNF DNF illynilly: YEAAAAAAAAhhhhh TwistedCupcakes: am i the only one who ships {Y.N} and sapnap dreamsimpss: NOPE TwistedCupcakes: ma'am add me pls cupcake#.... dreamsimpss: dreamy#.... snipedabitch: YEAH iliketeajellywithstrawberries: SOMEONE CLIP ghostieee3728: TWITTER IS GOING FERAL YALL TWITTER IS GOING FERAL

You laughed as that was only a fraction of the chat. "Maybe DNF will come true. I personally ship it."

nosey2832794: EVEN {Y.N} SHIPS IT TwistedCupcakes: YES CONFIRMATION FROM THE QUEEN dreamsimpss: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO purpleypleasantries: LETS FUCKING GO MAN egglebeggledidaoops: im gonna cry YES MAN YI

"Well, how about we go on to the SMP? I heard Alyssa asked Dream to get the IP." You wiped some sweat from your forehead. Something was clearly wrong.

You decided against your own better judgement to ignore it.

"Anyways," you anxiously laughed. "Should we visit Alyssa?"

ssbitchass: YES

"Alright then.. wait. Where am I going?"

egglebeggledidaoops: dont you remember? alyssa's house lool

"Ah. Sorry.." You laughed. You shifted your character towards the direction of her house.

"Hey {Y.N}!" "H-hey!" "Lord, it's been forever. Has Callahan moved to another location?" "Haha.. same place Alyssa.."

Alyssa didn't seem to notice her stuttering.

"Well, come on!" She said, running off towards a nearby river. "Yeah.." You felt your hand starting to shake.

Of course, chat noticed this.

iliketeajellywithstrawberries: ayo fam you alright? 3472anonn2837: seriously you've been stutterig and on ur handcam is shaking ssbitchass: mhm egglebeggledidaoops: you alright?

"Yeah.. I'm fine."

Sapnap donated 5.99! bro {Y.N} do you need george or me in there

"..I already said I was fine.." You started to speak in a softer tone.

"ANYWAYS! Alyssa might be waiting for me." You laughed, shifting your character towards the direction she ran in.

Ranboo joined the game. <WilburSoot> : fuck off <{Y.N}> : hi ranboo!! <Ranboo> : k Ranboo left the game.

"Well, that was very rude of Ghostbur." You heard Callahan snickering from the back of the room.

"So Alyssa, how've ya been?" "Well, I took a long break.." Her words started to fade away from your mind.

You weren't snapped from your trance until a donation popped up.

IAMSTUPID2323988 donated 1.98! hi you've been staring at your mouse for the last 5 minutes and im wondering if your okay?

A loud thud was all that person got for an answer.

egglebeggledidaoops: DID ANYONE HEAR THAT iliketeajellywithstrawberries: YO WHAT Sapnap: {Y.N} ARE YOU ALRIGHT ssbitchass: SAPNAP!???

"..So then I told him to get the fuck out. Anyways, {Y.N}, how are y-" Alyssa was cut off.

You were cut from the vc, a frantic George ended the stream. "{Y.N}." He looked at you, you only stared back with hazy eyes. Sapnap dialed 911. "You there? Stay awake for the next 10 minutes! Please!" This was the last thing you heard before passing out completely.

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dwt x reader #george x reader #gnf x reader #sapnap x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt angst #[🌊] eggle mcyt #[🌊] eggle angst

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mcyt-sh1t · 3 years

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sleeping in -dream

summary: you wake up after a stormy night to go to work but dream won’t let you go that easily- not without cuddles and kisses of course <3

warnings: swearing/cursing 😃

it had been a very stormy night last night which couldn’t get both you and dream to sleep. so you both decided to make some hot chocolate (yes in the middle of the night-) to warm you both up and hopefully make you sleepy enough to go to sleep.

7:30am

the alarm clock starts blaring that annoying little tune that always drives you insane in the mornings , making you jump up in surprise.

“jesus- at this rate, i’ll never get used to that alarm clock” you whisper to yourself but fortunately waking up your boyfriend, while you try to creep out of bed.

“hmm.. how about no.” he murmurs wrapping his arms around your waist making you fall back onto the bed.

“ow- that hurt what the fuck-“

“oh shit- sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you” he says gently kissing your nose.

“dream-“

“mhm” he mutters burrowing his head onto your stomach.

“i have to go to work. you know to get mone-“

before you could finish explaining yourself he kissed you on the lips softly but with a touch of bitterness. “i already make a lot of money”

“what the fuck. dream-“

he groans. “can’t you just call in sick?” he says in a serene voice, looking at you with his half asleep eyes.

“you know i can’t- i’m being serious dream”

“just call and tell them that i’m sick and you have to stay to look after me.”

“..fine. give me my phone”

“here you go darling” he says winking at you making your roll your eyes.

you quietly dial your bosses number.

“hello?”

“hi! its y/n”

“oh hi y/n!”

“um-“ you begin turning back to look at the sleeping figure of your boyfriend. he looks so adorable half asleep..

“y/n?”

“right! sorry.. i just wanted to tell you i’m still coming in today.”

“okay.. great! see you soon!”

“yeah see you.”

“what the fuck.”

“AH- WHAT THE FUCK-“ you say jumping up from surprise. he really startled you.

“you’re not leaving me”

shit..

“um- i don’t know what your talking about”

he picks you up like this:

and places you on the bed laying down next to you.

he frowns at you. “don’t leave please.”

“..”

“is that a yes?”

“fine.”

“WOOO!! want to stream?”

“you little fucker-“

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#dream #dream x reader #dream x y/n #sleeping in #mcyt #mcyt x y/n #queued #here you all go while i'm away <3

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wayward-dreamer · 3 years

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Life’s Lessons - Be My Valentine?

AO3 Link: Read here

Square Filled: Squirting

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 8,770 (oops. Sorry).

Rating: Explicit 18+!

Summary: It’s Dean and Y/N’s first Valentine’s Day, and he has a romantic evening planned, with surprises which he can’t wait to share with her.

Warnings: So much fluff. Like, so much. Dean being sweet and romantic (yes, that’s a warning). And then so much smut. Swearing, Dirty talk, D/S elements, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader, Oral Sex (Female receiving), Vaginal fingering, Squirting, Gags, Brief impact play (belt), Restraints (belt), Brief spanking, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, guys), Rough sex. More fluff.

Music: Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton (Dean and Y/N street scene)

Life’s Lessons Spotify Playlist

Created for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: The first time stamp*! Wooo! I’m so excited for you guys to read it, I really hope you love it, because I sure had a great time writing these two again, all loved up and ready to celebrate Valentine’s Day! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

*This is a time stamp for my series Life’s Lessons so it’ll make more sense if you’ve read that first, but I do think it can enjoyed as a sweet and smutty Valentine’s Day fic! ;)

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Dean stood at the kitchen bench and smirked as he stared down at the date on his phone. The coffee brewed in the machine behind him, as sunlight streamed in through the little picture window. It the most important date on the calendar that all couples go through, and he was excited.

It was February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The designated day you show the person you love most how much they mean to you. This time around was going to be the most special this little holiday had ever been for him, because this time around he had a woman who was truly, undoubtedly, his.

Y/N was the woman he had been waiting for and he couldn’t wait to make tonight a great night for both of them.

As he poured himself a cup of coffee and some for her in a travel mug, Y/N walked into the kitchen, dressed in a tight, high-waisted pastel pink skirt and white shirt, with a small white with pink polka dots scarf tied into a bow under the collar of the shirt. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had her red glasses on. Dean felt his body heat up, knowing how much he enjoyed her fulfilling his teacher fantasy, so much so that whenever she got dressed for work, he always needed to calm himself down.

Y/N smiled at him as she walked over, kissing him softly as he slid a plate across the bench, some toast and a little bacon which he had already made, ready for her.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him again before digging into her breakfast.

“No problem.” He smiled as he leaned against the bench, facing her. He continued to drink his coffee as she ate, both of them in content silence.

“I’ve got a half day today,” he informed her. “Ready to take you out tonight and tomorrow off, too.”

She smiled, unable to hide how excited she was for their night out. He was being incredibly secretive, and she was dying to know.

She ate quickly, washing up her plate once she was done. As she walked away from the sink, she laughed as Dean took her hand in his, pulling her against him. Whenever they had a few spare moments in the morning, this is how they spent it.

“So… what are you planning?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up at him.

He smirked, shaking his head as his hands rested on her hips. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out later.”

She frowned, a small pout forming on her lips. “There’s no such thing as secrets on Valentine’s Day.”

She knew it wasn’t true, but she just wanted him to tell her what he was planning so that she could coordinate her lingerie accordingly.

“Babe, don’t start making crap up just because you’re curious.” He called her out, throwing his head with a boisterous laugh as she stared at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open in shock.

“Well, then I guess it’s just going to be you and your hand tonight,” she threw back, feigning upset.

“Hey,” he warned, staring down at her as he pulled her closer. “Do that and you won’t find out what I have planned.”

“Fine,” she sighed, as she rolled her eyes. Looking at him, the frown returned but with a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re really annoying, sometimes.”

“I know,” he shrugged with a grin. “But you love me.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, unable to pretend anymore. “Fortunately.”

“Very fortunately,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. He bent down further, kissing her neck which made her groan, sadly.

“I’m going to be late for work,” she said, pushing him away slightly.

He moved back down, attaching his mouth to her neck again. “I was about to give it to ya good and proper, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her skin, between kisses.

She laughed as she lightly pushed him again, kissing him softly on his pout. “You can do that tonight. A good, proper,” she kissed him again, “hard, rough,” another kiss, “fucking of a lifetime.”

He groaned, closing his eyes as he thought about what he had planned for them. She really had no idea what was going on and he was excited for her to find out.

“You’re so on, baby,” he muttered, before pulling her into a searing kiss.

She reluctantly pulled away from him, frowning. “I better go.”

“See you tonight,” he said, smirking at her.

“I can’t wait,” she smiled, leaning in and kissing him again.

Dean watched on as Y/N picked her bag and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing her keys in her hand. She slipped on her nude heels as she picked up her fawn coat, turning and blowing him a kiss before walking out the door. He smirked as he thought about what she just said, and how he could incorporate it into the night he had planned. After she had made his birthday one that he would never forget, he didn’t want to wait for so long until hers to do the same.

Luckily, the most romantic day of the year was upon them, and it was the perfect opportunity to make it a memorable night for both of them. He had never really believed in a day to celebrate love, considering he never had much luck with it in the past, but now he was thankful to whoever decided to profit from February 14th and made it a big deal.

Dean got ready for the day and headed to work. He was happy knowing there wasn’t much to do that day with his half day of work. He was relieved when Y/N had managed to take leave for the next day just like him, knowing that his plan would succeed. After the big restoration job that he had told her about months ago had been paid them in full by the customer, they were doing amazingly well at the garage. It had been a lot of money and there was more than enough to go around. Dean was able to pull out all the stops for the night. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face at work, getting questioning looks from Benny, Garth, some of the other guys and even Ellen. The guys teased him all day, but he paid no attention to it. If they had a woman as wonderful as he did, they’d have a huge smile on their face all day too.

Y/N smoothed down her maroon, velvet, off-shoulder, knee-length dress as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had contemplated the style for a long time in the store a few days ago, wondering if she should go for a brighter red or shorter, but this caught her eye straight away. She just hoped Dean would like it. She also hoped he would like her strapless bra and panties set, of the same dark colour. She kept her eye make-up simple but went with a slightly dark red shade for the lipstick, and gave her hair a slight wave, sweeping it over one shoulder. She gave herself a nod as she smiled at her complete look in the mirror.

Y/N heard the front door opening, signalling that Dean had arrived, even if he was a little early. With one last check in the mirror, she picked up the gift she had for him from her bed and walked out of her room, her black heels clacking on the wooden floors. As soon as she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He wore black dress pants and loafers, with a maroon sweater. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous that she just had to stand there for a few more seconds to appreciate him. He had his hands behind his back, and she knew it had to be something for Valentine’s Day.

“Who clued you in on maroon?” she laughed as she approached him.

“I… may have snuck a peek in the bag when you brought it home,” he replied, smirking as he took her in. She looked incredible and he was going to have a hard time keeping things PG for the first part of the night. “You look amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself, handsome,” she whispered against his lips as she leaned in and kissed him, softly. “This is very couple-y of us, though” she joked.

He shrugged, laughing. “It’s Valentine’s, baby.”

With that, he brought his arms forward, showing her the bouquet of lilies (she wasn’t a fan of roses; too overrated) and the heart-shaped box, no doubt filled with little chocolates.

“Be my Valentine?” he asked, chuckling.

She shook her head, laughing at his goofiness. “Of course.” She took the items from him and handing him his.

He smiled as he took it, quickly unwrapping the red wrapping around the small box. Opening it, he lifted the coffee mug out, smirking at the design. It was him and Y/N in animated form, with her leaning in to kiss his cheek, a little heart above their heads.

“That’s cute,” he said, smiling at her.

“It’s not too cheesy, is it? We said things that didn’t cost much, and this was relatively inexpensive. All I had to do was give the artist a picture of us, and she did the rest,” she explained, wondering if he really did like it and wasn’t just making her feel better.

“No, it’s not. I love it, really,” he reassured her.

She leaned in, happily letting him cup her face in his hands and pull her into a steamy kiss. It was over quicker than she would’ve liked, but as she looked into his eyes, she noticed a spark that wasn’t there before.

“Okay… put those in water and then pack a bag. Just essentials, clothes for tomorrow, that’s it” he instructed, rubbing his hands together.

She frowned, blinking a few times as she made sure she heard him right. “What?”

“Part of the surprise,” he said, not giving her anything else as he gestured to his watch.

“Okay…” she huffed as she snapped out of her trance, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out where he was taking her.

After putting the lilies in a small vase with water, Y/N went into her room and quickly packed a bag. Just her skincare and clothes for the next day were all she needed. She really had no idea what Dean was doing or where he was taking her, but she was now even more restless to find out.

Walking back into the living area, she saw Dean waiting by the door. He smirked as he reached for her bag, dragging it out for her as she picked up her purse and put on her black coat, locking the door behind her. Dean put her case in the trunk and then proceeded to open the passenger door for her. She snuck a quick kiss before she sat, putting her purse in her lap. Dean was on the driver’s side in a flash, quickly taking his seat and starting the engine.

“So… still no hint?” she asked, smiling through her impatience.

“Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’.

“Fine,” she sighed, sitting back in her seat properly as Dean pulled away from the curb.

She decided to stop asking. He always said he wasn’t great with romantic gestures but that he was trying with her, and she really appreciated that about him. He was expanding his comfort zone even though he didn’t have to. He wanted to.

They asked each other about their days as Dean drove towards the city. The anticipation for their night was overwhelming, and he was glad that Y/N kept talking. No doubt distracting herself just as much as him. As they reached their destination, he saw her eyes light up as he parked the car outside the restaurant, their first stop.

“Dean!” she exclaimed as she turned to him. “This is already too much! More than what we agreed on!”

He smirked, knowing that the fancy Italian place was one that she had wanting to go to for a while. It was definitely pricey, but his latest customer was making tonight possible. He really had to find a way to thank the guy.

“Not tonight it’s not.” He winked at her as he opened his door and got out of the car, a squeak coming from the hinges as he shut it.

He walked around the front and to her side, opening the door for her. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes as she stood up and looked at the building, suddenly launching herself into Dean.

“I’ve told you before; I don’t need all of this to make me happy. You know that, right?” she asked, frowning slightly. She was worried that he may feel like he needed to do this just to make things special.

“Yeah, I do, sweetheart,” he replied, as he pulled back slightly from their embrace to look at her. “But if I can afford it, then why the hell not?”

“And you’re sure you can?” she asked, a frown still etched on her face.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes! Y/N, we wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t. We did fucking great because of that big restoration job. Trust me.”

He had to wonder how she would react for the next part of the surprise if she was already shocked by the restaurant. Hopefully once he reassured her it was fine, and that he wasn’t doing this when he couldn’t afford it, she would relax.

“Okay.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before it grew.

Dean smiled wide as he saw her face light up. He held out his hand for her, ready to start their night. “Let’s go.”

Y/N took Dean’s hand instantly, linking their fingers together as they walked to the entrance of the Italian restaurant. As they made their way in and Dean gave them his name, they were immediately led to a table in the back, away from most of the chatter of patrons. Dean helped Y/N with her coat, draping it over the back of her chair, doing the same with his. She smiled as she sat down across from him, causing him to smile back. His eyes wandered up and down as he looked at her, taking in her beauty. She always looked stunning, no matter whether it was casual or a bit dressier.

A waiter brought over the wine list, which Dean discreetly handed over to Y/N considering that wasn’t something he knew anything about. She gave him a wink as she looked over several pages before deciding. Dinner was far more delicious than either of them were expecting, so between the great wine and even better food, Dean was very happy he brought her here.

Once dinner was cleared, and the chocolate cake they ordered to share for dessert arrived (after he lamented that there was no pie), Dean let her dig in first as he folded his arms on the table, watching her. He smirked as she stabbed a piece with the fork and held it out to him. He winked at her as he took the bite, seeing her visibly shiver. He chuckled to himself as he chewed, watching her drop her head and focus on the cake.

“Stop,” she laughed, trying to avoid his intense gaze. He was trying to kill her; she knew he was.

“Can’t,” he said, joining in with her laughter.

They both continued to devour the cake until there wasn’t even a crumb left, both sitting back as the waiter cleared the plate and glasses.

After paying, Dean took Y/N’s hand in his and left the restaurant. Their walk down the street turned into a relaxed stroll, enjoying the glow of the city lights despite the cold weather of February. As they continued towards the car, a group of street musicians was playing, also not bothered by the chill in the air. As they continued to play, Dean slowly spun Y/N around, causing her to laugh in surprise at his sudden gesture. His hands slipped down to her waist and pulled her close as he began to sway them to the music, looking into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to break her gaze away from him. The slow melody of the familiar song caused them to get lost in each other, blocking out the noise of the street and cars rushing by.

In his arms, Y/N felt safe. She felt as if nothing bad could happen to her, ever again. She felt like Dean would always be there to hold her up and never let her fall. He would never hurt her, knowing her past and making sure she never felt that way ever again. She thanked all forms of a higher power every day for bringing this man into her life.

In her arms, Dean had never felt more loved. With her, he had everything he ever wanted in life. Love, comfort, passion – feeling wanted. Someone who would never make him feel any less than he was. He knew how lucky he was to have her.

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as he pulled her a little closer. Y/N’s hands combed into his hair at the back of his head as she kissed him. After a moment, Dean pulled away from her caress, his breathing slightly heavier.

“Come on,” he grinned, moving away from her and taking her hand in his again, leading her down the street.

As he drove, Dean’s mind kept swimming with possibilities of what would happen next. He looked over at Y/N, smiling at her as she gazed up at the city lights from the window, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were going through his head. He watched as she frowned, the destination now right in front of them. She looked up at the sign, gasping loudly. He had brought them to one of the best hotels in the city and her heart began to beat just a little faster.

“Oh my god!” she yelled, looking at him as he pulled into the valet parking of the hotel. He got out and walked over to the trunk, taking out her small suitcase and pulling it for her, as she got out of the car.

Y/N stood in shock as she watched him warn the valet about the car, and then hand over the keys. As the Impala rolled away towards the main parking, she looked at Dean and shook her head as she walked over to him.

“Dean, this is-” she started but he stopped her as he took her hand and tugged on it, softly.

“Save it for upstairs, sweetheart.” He smirked as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

They walked towards the entrance, a doorman opening the glass door for them.

“Where’s your stuff?” she asked, as she suddenly noticed he lacked an over-night bag.

“I checked us in during the day after work, before I picked you up,” he replied, as he walked them through the huge lobby and towards the elevators.

Y/N marvelled as she looked around. Her stomach flipped as she couldn’t believe she was in such a swanky place.

The elevator arrived; announced by a soft ding as the doors opened. Dean stepped in with Y/N by his side, pressing the button for their floor. Y/N looked over at him, unable to contain her smile as the elevator moved up the floors. Dean leaned over, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her, passionately. She hummed as she grabbed the lapels of his black coat, pulling him closer. They broke away from each other, however, when the elevator stopped, letting in another couple. They were slightly older and both of them grimaced as they witnessed the young couple with their lips locked. It was the clichéd scene you would see in every rom-com or steamy romance, but neither of them cared.

Once they reached their floor, they left the elevator and walked down the hallway. Dean walked a little ahead of Y/N, wheeling her suitcase behind him. He reached their room, taking out the room card and sliding it in, the beep and green light signalling he could open the door. Y/N walked in, as he held it for her and quickly slipped the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign onto the handle, closing the door behind her.

If Y/N was smiling before, then she was practically beaming as she walked further into the room. The big window overlooked the gardens outside, and the room held a chic armchair with Dean’s brown leather duffle sitting on it, a round ottoman in front the armchair, a large bed with crisp white sheets, big pillows and royal blue cushions. Rose petals were scattered over the sheets with a tray that held little chocolates, an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne and two champagne glasses on it, at the centre of the bed.

Y/N’s felt Dean’s arms wrap around her waist as he stood behind her, pulling her close to his body. She sighed contently, leaning her head against his chest.

“I know you’re not a fan of roses, but this is all they had,” he informed her, softly in her ear.

She shook her head, turning around to face him and instantly wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s perfect. I love it so much.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Yes,” she sighed, smiling up at him. “I love you so much, Dean Winchester. Thank you for tonight. Thank you for loving me.”

“Well, you make it real easy, sweetheart,” he said, smirking.

“You make it easy to love you, too,” she whispered against his lips, and kissed him once, twice.

“So… champagne?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes,” she replied, without missing a beat.

Dean moved away from her, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the armchair. Y/N took off her coat and hung it up in the closet, taking a chance to look around the room. She wandered into the bathroom, biting her lip to keep from grinning as she saw the bathtub filled with water and rose petals along the surface. She fully intended to make use of it later. The bathroom also had another ice bucket and champagne with glasses kept near the tub, along with some chocolate covered strawberries, making her shiver at the possibilities of what could happen.

Y/N walked back out to the main part of the room, watching Dean open the wrapping from the top of the champagne bottle. He held the bottle carefully as he twisted the cork, letting out a “son of a bitch!” when it popped loudly. He poured some in each glass and handed her one as he took the other, his other hand slipping into hers. They looked into each other’s eyes as they clinked their glasses together.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he said, smirking.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dean,” she sighed, her eyes sparkling with love as she looked at him.

As they both took a few sips, it was clear that no matter how great the champagne was, that wasn’t where their focus was at that moment. As Dean looked at Y/N, he knew he couldn’t waste another minute not touching her. In one big gulp, he downed the champagne and placed the glass on the tray. He moved it off the bed and placed it on the ottoman, turning back to her to see she had emptied her glass as well. She walked over to the ottoman slowly, the swing in her hips seductive and teasing him. As she bent down to put the glass on the tray, the curve of her ass looked glorious in her tight dress, leaving him powerless to resist.

Dean walked up behind Y/N, his hands slowly moving over the curve, feeling the soft velvet of her dress. He moved them up to her hips, swiftly pulling them back to meet his. Y/N bit her lip as she pressed her back to his chest, feeling his cock begin to stir through the fabric of his pants.

“You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you,” he whispered in her ear and placed a small kiss behind it.

She shivered as she felt his hands move up her body, lightly grazing over her breasts before moving back down to her hips. She took his hands and moved them up again, cupping her breasts and causing a soft moan to leave her lips. She smiled mischievously as she began to grind her hips back into his, feeling him become more aroused. Dean had instant flashes back to their first date, the night she did exactly the same thing on her front porch.

He suddenly flicked her hands off his and moved them down, grasping her hips and halting them. “You think you can do that again, sweetheart… you’re wrong.”

“Dean,” she whined, her frustration getting the better of her. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet between her legs already.

“Tonight, is all about you,” he told her as his hands moved to the back of her dress. He grasped the zip, pulling it down at a teasing pace. “Tonight… you’re all mine.”

A whimper left her lips as the dress opened in the back, and Dean’s pace suddenly changed. He roughly pulled at the dress, shoving it down her body and letting it fall to pool around her feet.

Turning them around, Dean faced Y/N towards the large mirror on the wall. He admired her dark red, lacy push-up bra, matching lace panties and black thigh-high stockings, as his hands roamed her soft skin. Their eyes met in the mirror, causing Dean to smirk at her and give her a wink. His right hand travelled down her body and over the lace of her panties, his fingers lightly teasing over her skin and the seam of the fabric. Her breath hitched in her throat as her left hand moved forward, trying to reach for his. She gasped as he roughly grabbed it and held it down by her hip, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to keep from moving.

“Only I get to touch you, Y/N,” he said, not breaking eye contact with her in the mirror. His hand moved down between her legs, his fingers rubbing along the lace and feeling her wetness through the material. She moaned, pressing her lips together to keep herself quiet.

“Already so wet for me,” he groaned, continuing to move his fingers in a moderate pace. “But… I want you practically dripping.”

Y/N moaned wantonly as Dean removed his hand and made quick work of taking off her panties, bending down behind her as they slid down to her feet. He helped her step out of each heel and her panties, smirking as an idea came to him once the fabric was in his hand. He quickly slipped them into his pants pocket as he took her hand and guided her towards the bed. Staring into his eyes, she saw them darken even more as he lifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed her, a squeal leaving her as her back hit the bed. The scattered rose petals bounced around, breaking the even pattern, as she moved up slightly on the bed and pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him.

Y/N smiled as she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving him as he lifted up his sweater and pulled his arms through, throwing it on the floor. He did the same with the white t-shirt he wore underneath as he moved closer to the bed. She reached over and hooked her fingers into the top of his pants, desperate to feel him against her. Before she could start working on the belt, he grabbed her hand with a firm grip.

“What did I say about touching, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough and authoritative.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked up at him, unable to speak. His eyes were dark, and his face was unreadable, a commanding air around him. He was dominating in bed but never quite like this, and that had her excited to see what he would do.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he looked down at her, unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. He gathered it in his hand and waved it at her. “One more time and I’ll have to use this.”

She nodded, still too stunned at his demeanour to speak. She breathed heavily as the anticipation got to her, wondering what his next move would be.

Dean placed the belt on the bed, close enough to reach for it when he needed. He quickly rid himself of his shoes and the rest of his clothes, pulling down his pants along with his boxers, dropping them on the edge of the bed. His cock twitched, hard and leaking pre-cum which she desperately wanted a taste of. He knelt on the bed, swiftly picking up both of Y/N’s legs and holding them up. He made quick work of taking off her stockings, rolling them down her legs and pulling them off, before leaning down and kissing her, roughly. She moaned into his mouth as she fisted the sheets in her hands, knowing she couldn’t touch him or herself. Dean continued to roughly kiss her as he reached under her and unclasped her bra, pulling it away from her body and flinging it across the room without looking.

Dean made a rough path of kisses down Y/N’s jaw and neck, reaching her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nub and pinched the other between his fingers. She moaned, throwing her head back, incredibly desperate to lift her hands and place them on his head to bring him closer. He continued his path down her body, finally reaching between her legs. She looked down to see him wink at her, his tongue slowly flicking out as it grazed her sex.

“Dean” she whimpered as she tried to move closer to his mouth.

Before she could say anything else, his head dipped down, his mouth covering her folds completely. His hands grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders roughly, causing a shocked huff to leave her lips.

“Oh my god,” she gasped loudly, her fingers clenching the sheets. “D-Dean, yes.”

His tongue moved over her clit in tight circles as his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her even closer. He moved his tongue up and down her folds, her juices coating his mouth as he moaned at the taste of her. She choked out a whimper at the vibration that ran through her as she looked down at him, their eyes meeting.

Pulling away slightly, he looked at her as he sucked at her clit. “Taste so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, looking into his eyes. “Please, more.”

“Patience, Y/N,” he playfully scolded, smirking at her.

He continued to lap at her folds, the sounds of his moans and her wetness getting to her. She needed to touch him, but if she did, he’d restrain her. She wanted nothing more than to risk it and tug on his hair like she loved doing, but she couldn’t. He smirked against her as he continued his ministrations, lifting his right hand and inserting a finger into her wet canal.

“Shit, yes” she cried loudly, unable to stay quiet despite being in a hotel room.

“You like that, gorgeous?” he asked as he pulled away briefly, inserting another finger. He thrusted them in and out, his pace quick as she became wetter.

“Yes,” she gasped, nodding frantically. “Yes, I-I love it.”

He gave her a cocky chuckle as he took her swollen nub in his mouth again, his eyes never leaving her. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, his tongue licking at the bundle of nerves. He watched as her hands left the sheets and cupped over her mouth, her moans muffled under them.

Dean kissed and sucked at her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her as he moved them along her walls quickly. Y/N’s hands barely covered her mouth, her moans loud as she couldn’t control herself anymore. He reached for his pants and quickly took her panties out of the pocket, knowing that if she got louder, she would need them.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he said as he placed the lace near her lips.

Y/N opened her mouth and let him slowly work the material in.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he looked down at her. His cock throbbed at the sight of her mouth stuffed with her dark red panties. He continued to work his fingers into her, picking up the pace. Her moans came out stifled around the fabric in her mouth, as she urgently grabbed at the sheets again.

Dean worked his fingers into Y/N, his pace getting quicker as they began to hit her g-spot with precision. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder as he sat up on his knees, his fingers never slowing. Y/N got louder despite her panties acting as a gag, her eyes shut tightly as she let out a string of muffled moans. He could feel her getting wetter with every passing second.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, sweetheart. All spread out for me, desperate to cum,” he grunted as he worked his fingers at a faster speed. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

She nodded wildly, too scared to open her eyes and look at him. She could feel something building inside of her, the coil in her stomach tighter than it ever had been, as if it was holding something at bay. She could hear how wet she was as he worked the digits inside her at a frantic speed, the squelching noises louder than her moans.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She cried out around the fabric in her mouth, the only way she could communicate at that point. Hearing him call her that always drove her crazy. He felt his fingers getting wetter, knowing she was closer than ever.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned; his fingers moving so quickly he could barely see them. “Fuck, cum for me, sweetheart. Fucking soak my fingers.”

Y/N threw her head back, her neck straining as she let out a stifled scream of his name around the material of her panties. One of her hands left the sheets as it latched onto his arm around her leg, needing to hold on. The damn within her broke, Dean pulling his fingers out as jets of liquid spurted out of her, drenching his hand. The vision behind her closed lids turned white, as a wave of the purest release she had ever felt washed over her. Her body shook as he held her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her muffled scream turned into whimpers as she continued to come down from her high. She had never felt this way before as she continued to shake, unable to stop the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Dean bit his lip, watching as Y/N slowly began to come down from the peak he took her to. That was a surprise, even for him. He didn’t know she was capable of that, but he was a little proud that he was the one to make it happen. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She rolled her head to the side, looking up at him as her chest heaved, her breathing erratic. He leaned forward, taking her panties out of her mouth, a harsh sigh leaving her.

“Oh my god,” she exhaled, still trying to catch her breath.

“It’s actually Dean,” he joked, a wide grin on his face.

She lazily lifted her hand and tried to hit him but couldn’t even manage that.

“You…” she trailed off, shaking her head as she still couldn’t believe what just happened. “You made me squirt.”

“Sure did.” He nodded as he looked down at her, the smirk not leaving his face. “That was awesome,” he stated.

“It was.” She hummed as she smiled up him. That was first time anyone had managed to do that, and she was happy that her first experience of that was with someone who loved her so much. Someone who wanted to bring her pleasure before himself. His pleasure came from hers. She had never been with someone who cared like that.

“Shit,” she sighed, closing her eyes. Her whole body felt like it was buzzing. “I’ve never… done that before.”

“That was so fucking hot, sweetheart,” he declared, smirking as he looked down at his lower body and his hand, both wet from her unexpected release.

She stared up at him as she bit her lip. The fact that he found it hot had aroused her even more. The fact that he was so completely turned on by her and her body, gave her a confidence in herself that she never had before.

“You’re definitely trying that again, sometime soon,” she laughed, winking at him.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” he stated, putting her leg down.

“Really?” she asked, amused by his eagerness.

“Yep,” he replied, popping the ‘p’. “Oh and Y/N…” he trailed off, gesturing to his arm that had been wrapped around her leg.

Y/N looked down and cursed inwardly, seeing her hand wrapped around his wrist. However, a small smile spread across her lips as she looked at him, trying to act innocent. “Oops…”

Before any more words could leave Y/N’s lips, Dean tugged on her hand and flipped her over, pushing her down on her stomach. He groaned as he looked at her ass, running his hand along her skin, grasping it in his hand. He picked up the belt, folded it and held it tight in his hands. Lifting it, he twisted his wrist and flicked the loop lightly across her right cheek, gaging her reaction. She moaned as her head dropped forward onto the bed, her hips wriggling, taunting him. He couldn’t see her face, but he was certain she was wearing the little mischievous smile of hers that he loved so much.

“Harder,” she told him, her voice firm. No hesitation.

That was the only confirmation Dean needed. He lifted his hand again, bringing the belt down on the same area, slightly harder than before.

“Fuck,” she moaned, humming at the slight sting.

Dean leaned down, placing a kiss and small nip on the cheek. “Love this ass.”

Dean held Y/N’s hands together and wrapped the belt around her wrists, making sure it was tight enough so that she couldn’t get out of the binds. He buckled it, tugging on it a couple of times to test it. She whimpered softly as she laid the side of her face on the bed, excitement coursing through her. She felt him grasp her hips and pull her up onto her knees, her bound hands on her back. That feeling of thrill rose within her as she sensed him move behind her.

Dean stroked his cock as he lined himself up to her entrance, Y/N’s hips levelled with his. He entered her swiftly, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he felt how wet she was, his cock easily sliding all the way into her. A choked cry left her as she tried to move her hips back, but he grabbed them in his hands to stop her from moving. He slid out and back in, then quickly began to thrust in and out of her at a fast pace.

“So fucking tight and wet, sweetheart,” he groaned as one hand came up to hold onto her bound hands. “So perfect… like you were made for me.”

With each thrust, she moaned louder and louder. Dean wondered whether he should gag her again, but quickly thought against it. Everyone else in the hotel be damned. He needed to hear his girl.

“How does that feel, Y/N?” he asked, as his hand on her hip grabbed her flesh tight, his thrusts relentless.

“So fucking good,” she moaned loudly, her mind delirious with pleasure. “Your big cock feels so good inside me, Dean.”

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this.” He let out a grunt, feeling her walls clench around his cock with each thrust. “Tell me.”

“Oh fuck” she gasped, unable to think clearly. “Y-You-”

Suddenly, a hard, resounding spank landed on her right cheek causing her to jerk forward as she yelped in surprise.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled, his grip tightening on her bound hands.

She huffed a small laugh, completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling. He was hitting that sweet spot inside her so perfectly with every thrust. His words had her spiralling by the second, and his grip on her, both mentally and physically, had left her completely at his mercy. It was an experience unlike any other; one that she had expressed she wanted just that morning, but she had no idea the delivery would exceed her expectations.

“You’re the only one who can make me feel like this,” she moaned, loud and shameless. If someone else in the hotel was getting railed as thoroughly as she was, they’d be shameless about it too. “The only one who can make me this good… so fucking good, so full.”

She struggled against the belt around her hands, the leather digging into her skin in a delicious sting. Her legs felt weak and limp under her, quivering as she could feel herself quickly losing resolve.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His undulating hips picked up speed, as he grasped hers tightly.

Her walls continued to clench around him, signalling she was close. The only other sounds that could be heard apart from their moans and groans were the smacking of skin as their hips met, and wet, squelching sounds of her sex as he continued to pound into her.

“De… fuck, I-I I’m close,” she cried out, lifting her head to try and look back at him. The same feeling that she had felt before had returned, as if she was holding something back. “I-I think-” she shook her head, unable to speak.

Dean’s hips started to falter, his release fast approaching. “Cum with me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I’m,” she stuttered. She felt lightheaded, overstimulated and overcome by the pleasure coursing through her.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he reassured her, his left hand leaving her hip and moving down between her legs. He rubbed her clit in tight circles, bringing her closer to her release. “Let go for me, sweetheart… soak my cock like you soaked my fingers.”

“Oh god… Fuck! Dean!” she screamed.

All concern for the people in the other rooms went out the window as they both reached the peak of ecstasy.

Y/N’s whole body convulsed as Dean let out a roaring moan, quickly pulling out as her release gushed out of her, drenching his cock as his cum spurted over her folds. Her legs gave out as she fell forward and flattened out on the bed as she tried to catch her breath. His chest heaved as he leaned forward, carefully unbuckling the belt around her hands, releasing her from the restraint. Her arms moved up the bed weakly, one hand cupping over her eyes as she began to chuckle. He looked down at her with a quirked eyebrow, confused as to why she was laughing.

“Y/N?” he called her name, getting no response.

She descended into a fit of laughter, slowly turning onto her back as she cupped both hands over her eyes.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asked, his mouth lifting up slightly into a smirk. He was amused by her reaction.

“That was… that was amazing,” she said through laughs. “I just… I can’t believe you did that. Not just once but twice!”

Y/N continued to laugh, causing Dean to join in as he leaned down and gave her a kiss. She lifted her shaky hands and cupped his face, kissing him deeply and moaning at the taste of herself that still lingered on his tongue. Pulling away, his legs almost faltered as he got up from the bed, but he held himself steady as he moved towards the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and then walked back out to the bed. He cleaned between her legs, the warm cloth ridding her of his release and her own. As he did, he was relieved to see they hadn’t ruined the sheets from both of their orgasms, his lower body taking the impact of hers. He cleaned himself off and got up again, discarding the cloth under the sink of the bathroom.

As he walked back out, he spotted the ice bucket and quickly swiped a cube out before he laid down next to her, both of them on their sides. Picking up her right hand, he smoothed the ice over the angry, red lines across her wrist. She hissed slightly at the chill on the heat of her skin but sighed as it cooled the sting. He looked at her as he did, smiling softly when her gaze lifted up to meet his.

“I… that wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked, his voice low and calming, but slightly nervous. He hoped that he hadn’t gone overboard.

She smiled, shaking her head. “No. It was perfect.”

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. She sighed into the kiss, feeling more content than she ever had in her life. The feeling of being safe with him had been there throughout, and she loved him even more for being able to make her feel that way as he dominated her.

“You sure?” He needed to be certain. “I just gotta-”

She cut him off with another kiss, before pulling back to look at him. “Yes, I’m absolutely sure. It was everything I wanted. A good, proper, hard, rough… fucking of a lifetime.”

He smirked, satisfied with her sincere answer and leaned forward, kissing her once, twice which led to them giving each other small kisses on every bit of skin they got reach. Dean gave her other wrist the same attention, before the cube could melt into his hand.

“Now I can’t wait for you to fulfill another fantasy” she smiled, a naughty glint in her eyes.

“Yeah?” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows at her. “What is it?”

She hummed as she moved forward, pressing her body into his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe I want a certain mechanic to tell me there are other ways of payment when I can’t afford for him to fix my car.”

He groaned as his eyes shut tightly, feeling his cock begin to stir again. “Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t wait for that either.”

He leaned in, kissing her passionately. His hands smoothed down her back and softly soothed the sting on her ass from the brief belt treatment and spanking she got.

“Bath?” he asked, tenderly as he pulled away from her lips and nuzzled his nose against hers.

She nodded with a small smile on her lips, feeling the mattress dip as he got up first.

Dean offered his hand to Y/N which she took instantly, allowing him to lift her up from the bed. Her legs shook as she stood, still weak from the amazing sex they just had. Suddenly, he leaned down and placed his arm under her legs, the other around her and lifted her up, a little laugh leaving her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked past the ottoman, she reached down and grabbed the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and the glasses, placing them in her lap and holding the bottle so it didn’t fall. They looked into each other’s eyes as he carried her into the bathroom and over to the tub.

Y/N slowly dipped her toe in, sighing in relief when it wasn’t searing hot. She held the bottle and glasses as Dean slowly placed her in the water, the petals dispersing once she was in. She took out the other bottle of champagne from the ice bucket in the bathroom and put the open one in, after she poured a generous amount into each glass. Leaning forward, she smiled as he got into the tub and rested against it, allowing her to lay back against his chest. Clinking their glasses together, she took a sip and sighed as she made herself comfortable against him.

“I’m half expecting someone to come knocking on the door about the noise,” she told him, laughing.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nah, no one’s coming up here to warn us on Valentine’s Day.”

“I sure hope so,” she said, taking another sip of champagne.

“I did put the “Do Not Disturb” on the door on the way in, though,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “Just in case.”

“Always prepared,” she joked, turning her head up to look at him.

“You know it, baby.” He smirked as he leaned down, kissing her softly.

“Thank you so much for tonight,” she whispered against his lips as he pulled away from the kiss. “It was perfect.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to hers again. The kiss deepened, causing a small moan to leave her as she reached up and ran her hand through his hair at the back of head.

She pulled back, slightly out of the breath as she bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I can manage it tonight, but you can expect me to ride you into oblivion tomorrow as a thank you.”

His eyes widened as he nearly choked from the shock of her statement. He shook his head as he looked at her, wondering once again how she could be so innocent one minute and turn into a vixen the next.

“You better not threaten me with a good time and then not deliver, Y/N,” he warned her, a small smirk playing at his lips.

She shook her head, her gaze flicking between his and his lips. “It’s a promise which I absolutely intend to keep.”

“Shit,” he hissed, putting his glass on the ledge behind him. “Thank fuck I got a late check-out.”

He took hers and did the same and then moved his hands under the water, turning her around so that she was facing him and straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned in and kissed him, passionately. She pulled away after a few moments, looking into his eyes.

Y/N reached over to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry on the tray behind Dean and held it to his lips. Smiling at him as his plump lips closed around the fruit and bit into it, the juice ran down his chin as he moved his head back, trying to get the bite completely into his mouth. The fire that burned for him within her, that never extinguished, flickered at the sight of his beautiful, sinful mouth slightly stained by the sweet. She leaned in, kissing and licking the remnants of strawberry and chocolate from his lips. As he looked at her, he felt that feeling of being the luckiest guy on Earth wash over him again.

“I love you,” she whispered, a big smile spreading across her face.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, his smile as big as hers as he pulled her back into their impassioned embrace.

They stayed that way until the water turned cold, and Dean carried Y/N back to the bed. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their slumber peaceful as they both knew they were in the arms of the person who loved them unconditionally.

The next morning, Y/N kept her promise. Once they came up for air, they enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at the hotel before they finally made their way back home.

The rest of their day continued the way it began, locked in each other’s loving arms…

With promises made that they absolutely intended to keep.

-x-

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Day 31: Against the Rules (ONEUS: LEEDO)

HAPPY LAST DAY OF MTM!!! today's prompt from the ever beloved list is:

Day 31: Friends to Lovers

this one is baaad bad hahahaha idk what i was on when i decided on the premise for this, considering i'd also done the shinwon one literally two days ago. but by the time i realized, it was already 9:30pm and i was running out of time lol

re: the prompts i missed—i'm gonna leave Day 1 for last, cuz i want to end it with Friends to Lovers as well, but the rest of the fics will come out jumbled. that's 19 fics spaced throughout the month of june, which is pretty doable. i was able to write more fics this month than i estimated, so i'm really proud of myself for that. please look forward to the rest of my fills!

PAIRING: LEEDO x reader. GENRE: fic, fluff, mild angst (cuz secret relationship wooo), office!AU. WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 952.

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Three knocks on your desk makes you look up from the stapled pile of data you’re reviewing. Geonhak is smiling softly at you, thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, looking all handsome and refreshed like he hasn’t been cooped up in the conference room having meetings all day.

“Hey,” you whisper, setting down the file and your highlighter and crossing your arms on the desk.

“Hey,” he replies, half-sitting on the edge of your table. “You ready to go?”

You blink in surprise and glance at the clock at the corner of your computer screen. “The hell, it’s already 5?”

Geonhak’s deep chuckle sends shivers deep in your chest. “I know right? There was so much to do today, I’m so ready for the weekend.”

“I’m already packing my bag,” you say, shutting off the computer—but not before saving the open Word and Excel windows—and tidying up. The papers strewn across your desk are swiftly put into neat piles, and you make sure to organize them in a way you’d still remember when Monday comes around again.

“Take your time,” Geonhak says, shifting to make himself comfortable on your table. “There’s still a lot of people anyway; the elevators are gonna be full if we go now.”

“True,” you say, wagging a finger at him and double checking the papers on your desk, the keys in your bag, and the flash drive containing reports for review.

Geonhak catches you sliding it into a pocket in your bag and says, “Hey! Hey, no, you aren’t taking work home this weekend.” He holds out his hand and curls his fingers, waiting for you to give him the USB.

You sigh, endeared more than anything. “But I have a whole backlog of minutes to revise that you made.”

Your coworker scoffs. “The departments won’t mind if I hand in the minutes late—they never read them anyway.” He curls his fingers again. “Now give it. You’re gonna spend the weekend relaxing with me.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks at his admission, and you look around the near empty office in case someone heard. “Don’t say it so loud,” you say, slapping him lightly on the arm. “I don’t want either of us to lose our jobs, you know.”

“Sorry,” he whispers, voice so deep it comes out barely audible. “I just don’t want you overworking. Remember that one time you took way too many overtime days and ended up sick with a fever for three days?” He gives the room a glance and, finding it empty of people save for yourselves, rests a warm hand on top of yours. “Take the weekend off, babe?”

The heat in your face persists—you’re still not used to the pet name Geonhak quickly gave you once you got together. It’s only been a few months, after all. And though your working relationship quickly developed into friendship—realizing you went to the same college and sharing an enjoyment for mobile games can do that to people—and naturally into a romantic relationship, you’re still trying to be careful.

The company doesn’t allow that kind of thing, and if HR finds out there’s a danger of one or both of you getting fired. That’s why you limit your contact with each other during work hours and stay back at the office a bit after hours so he can drive you home or you can have dinner together.

You sigh. “Fine, fine,” you concede, dropping the eraser-shaped USB in his palm. Geonhak in turn drops it into your pen holder, an old blue mug from a friend that you accidentally broke the handle off of. An amused smile creeps onto your face. “You know I can just easily take it from that pen holder again, right?”

He returns your smile. “I know,” he says, raising a hand and brushing his fingertips across your cheekbone. “But I trust you not to.” Geonhak hesitates a moment before dropping a kiss to your crown. You savor the feeling of his plush lips in your hair, big palm cradling your jaw, subtle cologne overtaking your senses.

He pulls away, and you already miss him. “You ready to go?” he asks again.

You nod this time, taking your bag and brushing down your slacks, before rounding the table and resting a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder. You give him a swift peck on the cheek and watch his eyes widen in surprise.

“Let’s go,” you say, pulling him up. “Let’s grab some drive-thru before heading over to your place, yeah?”

Geonhak nods, “Yeah, sounds good… Taco Bell?—Oh yeah, the live stream for Genshin is tonight, dude we gotta go.” He snatches your hand and speeds off towards the door.

“What?” you say, fumbling to catch up. You quickly turn off the lights and lock the door before speed-walking to the elevators. “Dude, you should have said so earlier.”

“Hey,” he protests, jabbing the down button of the elevator. “I had to put you off from working this weekend, and I succeeded, didn’t I? I need some time to work my magic, babe.”

You scoff, a big grin on your face as the elevator dings open. “Okay, fine, you did what you had to, now come ooon!” You push him into the elevator, Geonhak’s laughter echoing in the enclosed space. “I don’t wanna miss it!”

He’s still laughing when he presses the button for the lobby, and your butterflies erupt in your stomach. You can never get over how starkly different and adorable his laugh is from his normal speaking voice.

You watch the overhead monitor blink the floor numbers, and intertwine your fingers, content with this little big secret, content to be keeping it with a dear friend.

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im-a-star-boy · 3 years

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Chrysopoeia (Part 1)

eyyyyyy 2 parter,,, nether fun with a side of angst,,,,,

@panna-pan @princeboo do yall still want me tagging you when I post this AU or should I stop?

TW: Panic attacks

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Summary: They haven’t been to the Nether since they left the SMP, but they can’t put it off forever.

Word Count: 1,700

Date of Completion: Saturday, January 16th, 2021

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Tommy cast an anxious look to Tubbo and Ranboo, who were chatting quietly between themselves. “Is this a good idea?”

The two looked up at Tommy’s voice. Tubbo glanced back to the cave and made an unsure noise. “I mean, we gotta at some point, we’ve been here for two months. And… and we need quartz.”

Tommy looked down for a minute before returning his gaze to the cave. “Okay…”

The three bore their armor, enchanted iron with gold boots, and made their way down. The walk was quiet and tense as the stone slowly shifted into netherrack, patches of gravel shifted soul sand, there were small patches of blackstone and nether wart growing around, crimson vines hung from the ceiling, their sharp thorns dangling hazardously. Something in Tommy’s gut twinged as they approached the nether portal.

The three had found it a few days before from a zombified piglin exiting the cave, an active nether portal that they hadn’t built. The nether had seemed to seep into the cave, converting natural minerals into the nether materials. It was built in the same style as the old ruined portals, but it wasn’t ruined, and it was still active. Some of the obsidian had begun to crack and weep, but not enough to offset the portal as the dark purple continued to swirl and whisper. The portal was protected by the cave, surrounded on all sides by stone supports. On the top of the portal, two gold blocks still glimmered, unwavered and untouched by the elements.

They didn’t know who built the portal or how long it had been there, just that it was there. Tubbo shifted in his spot in front of the portal. None of them had been to the Nether since they left the SMP, and the idea of going back put them on edge. “You got the gold?” Tommy asked.

Ranboo nodded and lifted up the bag. “Yep,”

“Everyone have their tools and armor?”

Tubbo and Ranboo nodded and murmured softly in agreement. Tommy took a deep breath and led the way. “Then in we go,”

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The Nether hadn’t changed much. It was still hot, it was still dangerous, and it was still quiet, so, so very quiet.

Sure, there were sounds, but not enough in Tubbo’s opinion. The sound of fire crackling, lava bubbling from a lavafall nearby, the distant sound of a ghast crying, the sounds of piglins, or maybe hoglins, snorting somewhere. These sounds would break the silence every few minutes, but it was never enough to calm his nerves. Tubbo hated the Nether silence.

It wasn't like the Overworld silence, the sliver of time where the crickets would stop chirping, where the nocturnal animals would find their resting place, where the brooks and streams seemed to stop, if only for a moment, as the sun rose. It wasn't the peaceful moment of calm where everything in the world slept, everything but him at least. When the sun would break the horizon, the birds would take the place of the crickets and their cows and horses and chickens would wake and begin their day. The moment would be over.

The Overworld silence was peaceful, momentary, and calm. The Nether silence was deafening, a threat, a reminder that few creatures lived here, that few creatures ever could even survive here. He could count all the truly living mobs here on one hand, and still would have less than ten if he counted the undead mobs.

The portal had led them to a crimson forest. Tommy half expected to come through to the Nether hub, to see the bridges to his exile and to Techno’s house, to the floor from where the portal formed precariously over a lava lake, but no. It was untouched, overgrown, and empty.

The portal was built into a wall on the edge of the crimson forest, the same stone brick framing around it keeping it stable, and the same cracks of obsidian that wept the strange purple fluid. The gold that typically decorated the structures was missing. A zombie piglin spared them an uninterested glance as they stepped through and examined the terrain.

Tommy was quick to step forward and loot the chest that accompanied the ruins. There was a flint and steel, two fire charges, a clock, a few iron nuggets, and a helmet.

Tommy pulled out the helmet and examined it for a moment before returning it to the chest. Tubbo stepped forward, swallowing thickly. “Come on, let’s build a quick base here.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “A base? Why?”

“A place to store our stuff, it doesn’t hurt to have some emergency supplies here.”

“I’m with Tubbo, it doesn’t have to be complex, just something safe if we need to bunker down.” Ranboo piped in.

Tommy looked between the two and sighed. “Alright, fine, whatever, let’s build a base.”

Tubbo grinned. “Can you chop down some trees?”

Tommy didn’t reply, just grabbed his axe and stepped forward. “You two pick a spot, I’ll start there.”

Tubbo nodded and began searching. A little ways off from the portal, there was a nice flat area. “Over here!” He called.

Tommy stepped forward and began chopping the trees down, taking down the nether wart blocks that were like leaves to the tree. Once a good area was cleared, he handed materials off. Tubbo glanced at the materials and back to Tommy for a moment before smiling. “Tommy, why don’t you carve out a pathway? We can make it with red nether bricks, but we’ll need the netherrack to make them.”

Tommy straightened up a bit, his eyes brightening slightly at the idea of building a path. “Oh so now you’re making me do all the shitty work?”

Despite his snippy reply, Tubbo could see his excitement as he already began digging. Ranboo chuckled as Tommy got to work, looking eager with his job.

The three had worked quickly, Tommy had carved out a path, chopping down trees as he went, and had set all the netherrack to smelt into bricks, letting Ranboo combine them into red nether bricks and then into slabs. He frequently would get sidetracked in cutting down trees and chopping the thorny crimson vines that dangled dangerously. He was quick in placing the slabs, looking immensely pleased with his work.

As he placed the final slabs, he paused when his communicator pinged. He grabbed it, expecting a message from Tubbo, but froze when he saw the message. Niki says: Hey, Tommy. I know you’re… gone… but I need to apologize one last time. I’m sorry this happened to you, I’m sorry you have to pay for our mistakes, and I wish things could’ve ended differently. You didn’t deserve to die for our causes.

Niki says: You, Tubbo, and Ranboo were just children, and we chased you away. You died for a cause that didn’t last and I’m sorry we put you through that. I wish you three the best in whatever afterlife exists, and I hope you can find it in you to forgive us.

Tommy reread the message over and over. Niki had always been one to give speeches to the dead, but one to him? They thought he was dead?

His stomach churned as he read it again. He hadn’t even realized his breathing was picking up, or that his vision was blurring, or that it was suddenly too hot, too cramped, he can’t breathe he’s dying I’m dying I’m dying I can’t breathe I’m dying- Dream help please Dream I’m sorry-

There was a hand on his shoulder. “Tommy, deep breaths Tommy,” A gentle voice encouraged.

Tommy looked up, tears blurring his vision. When had he sat down? “Tommy, follow my breathing, okay? It’s okay, you’re okay,”

Tommy sucked in a shuddery breath and felt his hand get guided to someone’s chest. He could feel the expansion and collapse of their lungs and attempted to follow along. He took deep, shaky breaths. “Tubbo?”

The brunet smiled. “Hey, Tommy.”

Tommy took a slow breath, looking uncertain as he gathered his surroundings again. “Oh,”

Tubbo nodded gently. “You had a bit of a panic attack there, Big Man.” Tommy avoided his gaze, repeating, “Oh,” a bit softer.

Tubbo’s gaze softened. “What happened?”

Tommy shakily pointed to his communicator, which he had dropped during his panic attack. Tubbo glanced over to it and Ranboo, who was watching worriedly from behind him, grabbed it, handing it to the brunet. He looked up at Tommy, getting his permission, before turning it on and seeing the message from Niki. His gaze hardened as he read the message before shutting it off. “Ranboo and I just got a similar message,” He hummed, setting the communicator aside for the meantime. “On the bright side, if they think we’re dead, they won’t come looking for us.”

Tommy avoided his gaze. “Why are they just now apologizing? After they think we’re fucking dead, that’s when they choose to apologize?!”

Tubbo nodded gently. “Yeah, it’s pretty stupid, isn’t it?”

Ranboo shrugged. “I mean, at least they’re trying, I guess.”

“Trying a bit too fucking late!”

Ranboo flinched back at his yell and Tommy quieted, curling in on himself. “I’m sorry, Big Man, I’m sorry.”

The Enderman hybrid’s gaze softened as he met his eyes. “It’s okay, Tommy. You have a right to be angry. They shouldn’t have waited until we ‘died’ to apologize.”

Tommy nodded weakly in agreement, still looking beat. Tubbo stood up and offered down his hand. “Wanna head home? We’ve made a lot of progress and I say we deserve a break.”

The blond nodded again. “Yeah, I could use some water and a nap.”

The other two nodded. “We’ve made pretty good progress on the base I’d say, it’s pretty and functional!”

Tommy grinned. “Oh yeah? We’re making headway, bitch! Soon enough we’ll have netherite again!”

Tubbo pumped his fist happily. “Yeah!”

Ranboo grinned at the two. “Wooo! Blowing up the nether with beds!”

Tommy let out a strained but genuine laugh. “Hell yeah!”

The three walked back through the portal, seeming a bit more eased about the situation.

#tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #dsmp!cottageAU #dream smp #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #tw panic attack

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thetomorrowshow · 3 years

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Slower Than Words Ch. 25

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Happy Holidays! Road. Trip.

cw: reckless driving, like very reckless driving, slight car accident, nobody gets hurt don’t worry, flashbacks

“Wooo! Road trip . . . starring Remus and Patton! All alone on the road!” Remus sang, ignoring the clicking that came from behind the radio. They'd spent the past three days driving through mountains and only got lost twice, which Remus counted as a win. Now the terrain was flat, and the roads were dusty, and there were barren fields all around and occasionally a couple of cows. Whenever they passed a herd, Remus pointed them out and Patton sat up straighter to catch a glimpse.

Right now, the man was slouched, staring out his window, knees pulled up to his chest. In the glances that Remus threw his way, he saw the faraway look on his face, the exhaustion in the lines on his forehead. He looked a lot like his old dad like that.

True to his word, Remus had called Logan about thirty minutes out. The man had been crying, making Remus insanely uncomfortable. Had he been crying the whole time? Probably. Remus didn't tell Patton that.

Logan had insisted that they go home right away, but Remus couldn't do that. Patton didn't want to, and Patton was a whole adult. He could make his own decisions. It had been Remus's own parents acting something like this that made him leave, after all. He wasn't about to abandon Pat in such a dark mental place as he'd been in for the last few months.

So Remus had said no, very seriously and without a laugh. Logan had just cried harder. The rest of the call pretty much consisted of Remus promising to keep Patton safe (like he couldn't keep himself safe?) before the time ran out on the payphone. They didn't even say goodbye.

Remus had very few quarters, but he'd used them to call Lo at least once a day. Patton always stood awkwardly at his side, rocking back and forth on his heels and watching with interest the clouds of vapor that came from their mouths. If it hadn't snowed back home, Remus would have guessed he'd never been in the cold before—and he was probably close to right, considering how Pat had lived his whole life out in the middle of the desert. Now, high in the mountains, there was more cold than Patton had ever experienced, and his two jackets weren't doing much to keep it out.

They barely had enough money for gas to get to Sharon, if Remus's calculations were correct (they probably were, math had been the only subject he ever had an A in), so he couldn't splurge on some gloves for the man, despite how often he saw him blowing on his chapped hands and rubbing them together. Instead, Remus just turned the heat up a bit and hoped that they would get through the cold soon.

They did, luckily, but not until they had spent several cold nights huddled together in the backseat of the car. It was warmer now, probably around fifty degrees Fahrenheit, pretty average weather for March. They'd only passed through maybe half a town so far, but as far as he could remember that was pretty normal for Nebraska. They'd seen like three when they crossed the state border the night before, anyway.

Remus tapped Patton on the shoulder, waiting for his to look up before gesturing at the glove compartment. “Get out the map, Will ya?”

Patton definitely didn't catch any of that, but he knew what Remus wanted. He clicked open the glove compartment, rifled through it for a few seconds, then pulled out the correct map.

Patton unfolded the map and turned it this way and that, eventually finding the section that they were on. He traced his finger along the road, then tapped on a particular spot. Remus craned his neck over to see it, keeping one eye on the road.

“Riiiiiight on track. Should be there when we’re there!” Remus laughed at himself, then started watching the road signs for a gas station. The car needed filling up, and Patton could probably use something to eat. He had a weird food schedule.

After that, they’d probably be driving until noon, when they’d stop for more food, more gas that evening, dinner, then Remus would start keeping an eye out for a truck stop to park in and hunker down for the night. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if they didn’t get a good place to stop tonight--while in the mountains, he’d made sure to find a place every single night, but now the roads were flat and straight and long and there was rarely another car.

Thinking of. . . .

Remus pulled over suddenly, shifting the car into park. Patton looked up from where he was trying to figure out how to fold the map, eyebrows furrowing.

Remus hopped out, leaving the car running. He’d have to be quick, the car didn’t do well running while parked. He walked around the front, coughing slightly at the heavy humidity, then yanked open the passenger door.

“Want to drive?” he signed to a bemused Patton. Patton’s eyes blew wide, and he shook his head frantically.

“C’mon, it’s not hard and it’s safe. Twenty minutes? I’ll teach you.”

Patton sat there for a few moments, eyes glazing over slightly as he stared into nothing. He started to shake his head, but then something sparked behind his eyes.

“Why not?” he signed recklessly. “It can’t be too hard.”

“No. No no no no nO NO NO!”

Patton laughed. Remus covered his eyes, his mouth still making the same ‘no’ shape over and over. At least he could recognize that word.

Driving was definitely scary, but everything was scary, so how was this any different from stepping outside or going to therapy or typing on a computer? How could this be worse than being locked in a room for over a year and being experimented on?

Exactly. Compared to that, driving was easy. A breeze, like Remus would say. Not that Remus felt the same way. Remus seemed pretty upset about this.

Patton stepped on the gas and Remus jumped in the seat next to him, shaking his hands frantically and waving at the road. Patton was fine though, nobody was around and he was still on the road! He pressed down a bit harder, seeing the speedometer tick up to 70.

Remus had shown him the basics, how to brake and speed up, how to steer, to check his mirrors and whatever else. The windows were down because that was the first thing he’d shown him how to do, and Patton really really liked the wind through his hair. It was a bit chilly, but it felt so nice. So . . . free.

Patton whooped, something rising in his chest that just made him have to scream. He probably sounded ridiculous. He did it again.

Remus pulled on his arm, signing “Stop stop stop” repeatedly. He pointed ahead—a turn in the road.

They hadn’t had any turns so far.

Patton kept going. It couldn’t be too hard, right? He knew how to steer, he just had to turn the wheel! It seriously couldn’t be that different than what had happened so far. Remus was still frantically signing the word ‘Stop’ at him, but Patton just let his foot off the gas (to slow down a bit, he didn’t know how hard this would be) and yanked the steering wheel to the left.

Patton’s stomach dropped and his hair whipped into his mouth and eyes. The car tipped, tipped, had to only be on two wheels—and landed, going far too fast and heading for the freshly plowed field just past the grassy ditch that ran beside the road. Patton was definitely screaming now, his head feeling like it was freezing over, his hands gripping the wheel as tightly as he could. He couldn’t even think, other than about how raw his throat felt already, and how did he stop again? How did he do anything?

His eyes caught the speedometer—35—then they hit a bump that would have jolted him out of his seat had he not been wearing his seatbelt. They had officially gone over what might count as the curb, this was not good at all. What was he supposed—the brakes!

Patton slammed his foot down on the brakes and felt his stomach leap into his eyes as the car jolted to a halt. He gasped slightly, feeling his hair fall back down as something clicked and the car settled back into park.

Patton opened his eyes—when had he closed them?—to see that the nose of the car was pointed into the ditch, the front wheels over the barely-there curb. Remus had his hand on the stick still, having pulled it into park after Patton hit the brakes. Their eyes met, and for a long moment they just breathed heavily, hair tangled and eyes far too big.

Then they both laughed, hard and long and from the belly, laughed until neither of them could breathe and tears streamed from their eyes. They laughed until someone pulled over and asked if they were all right. They laughed even as they switched seats and Remus pulled them back onto the road.

They laughed, and Patton felt something inside, where the heat of the anger had been for so long, cool down.

Patton wasn’t allowed to drive anymore.

Remus rolled over, pulling the blanket closer around him. Patton had fallen asleep pretty quickly, but he had the backseat tonight so more room to stretch out. Maybe a quick walk would help?

He eased the passenger door open as quietly as possible, before remembering that Patton wouldn’t hear it. Then he was extra careful to get out slowly, because the guy would definitely wake up if the car rocked too much.

The truck lot was almost empty, just one trucker spending the night here. Remus strolled around, pulling his worn, secondhand coat tighter around himself. It was windy, so windy that Remus was thrown into a memory.

He was alone on the watch tonight, patrolling the parameters of the Haven slowly. It was a windy night, tearing at his thin jacket and blowing dust into his face, causing coughing fits every couple of minutes. In the past, the wind would curl his hair into impossible knots that he wouldn’t even try to get out, then his mom would sneakily run a hairbrush through it when he was turned around. Back then, Remus would have snapped at her and thrown the hairbrush to the other side of the room.

Now, Remus would give anything just to see his mom. Or feel something in his hair, he added mentally, running a hand over how stubbly it was. Once he was out of here, he was never going to cut it again. And he was gonna grow a mustache. That would be fire.

He’d been getting more and more homesick lately, but at least he’d been able to hide it so far. You were s’posed to report anyone who talked about the Outside like it was a good thing, and the few people he knew who had been reported for talking about home had come back from a month of meetings with the Prophets not willing to talk at all. There was a rumor passing around the guards that those who came out of the Sessions didn’t even remember the Outside.

Remus wasn’t sure how true that was, but he wasn’t willing to take any chances. Sure, he might have left them. Maybe they’d fought a bunch. But he loved them, as gross as it was. These days, the memory of them was the only thing keeping him going. Remus Allred couldn’t forget his family. He wouldn’t survive it.

Remus blinked as a piece of hair tickled his nose. He shoved it back to join the rest of his head, then blinked around at the dark parking lot, lit by a single low-grade lamp post. The wind continued to whistle around him.

Allred.

Remus had been caught because of the most stupid thing: talking in his sleep. Someone reported him, and he ended up standing before the Prophets for the Sessions, something he’d hoped he’d never have to bear.

And it had sucked.

Remus kicked a chunk of asphalt that had become dislodged from the rest of the lot, trying his best not to let the burning in his eyes become tears. It still sucked! How stupid could he be? He’d let the worst thing happen. He’d let them take away his family.

Well, too bad! Because even taking them away didn’t make him want to stay! He’d found more family in Logan, and then eventually Patton, and now he was finding the family that they had taken. Allred. Allred was his name, Remus Allred. Remus Joseph Allred did not back down, did not give up.

And he was almost home.

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ichorizaki · 3 years

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gunshot—t.k.

pairing mafia member!tsukishima kei x assassin!gn!reader

genre angst. pure angst.

word count 2.1k

warnings slight gore, torture, blood, guns, shooting, character death, s*icide

a/n wooo! my first mafia au! hope you guys give it lots of love<3

synopsis you weren’t supposed to get caught. but you did, and now everything is falling apart.

Tsukishima Kei knew that it was you all along. He knew that it was you who infiltrated the mafia under the guise of a new recruit with the tech department, and yet he fell for you. He knew that it was you. You promised him that you wouldn’t get caught—that you were going to triple-cross instead and turn your back against the network you came from, against your employer who was nothing but a shadow and an auto-tuned voice. He knew that you wanted to come clean, to formally join as a recruit loyal to the mafia and only the mafia, so you could both be together without sneaking around like high school kids anymore.

So why were you on your knees before him, arms bound behind your back with thick rope? Why were you in a torture room meant for infiltrators, trespassers, and traitors? Why were you battered and bruised, wounds fresh and old littering your skin where it was exposed from the tears of your clothes? Why were your knees red as were your right cheek, tears streaming down your face and sweat lining your forehead? Dirt and grime on your shoulders, neck, face?

Why in the absolute fucking hell were you the one he was pointing the barrel of his fully loaded gun to?

“Kei.” Why was his voice so sickening? His voice was so sweet that it revolted him. He was never on the frontline of action. He had always sat back, being part of the team that was the watchful eye or the mastermind behind operations, never once touching his loaded gun. He had sworn to only point his gun when needed. Everyone knew this. Everyone, including Sugawara Koshi himself. “What are you waiting for?” He hummed, blithe in the way he stalked to his side with his hands behind his back.

He was a foot taller than Sugawara, but the man’s presence alone was enough to make someone as tall as he is to cower. Kei clenched his teeth, jaw tense, and never once took his eyes off of you. The thick braided rope was caught in between your teeth, a grimy mix of sweat, blood, tears, and saliva bleeding into the material. You were shaking your head, words muffled.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking traitor.” Kei didn’t need to look at Sugawara to know that he was glaring at you like you were the scum of the Earth. The way his voice dropped and was fuelled with hatred burning so strongly nearly stunned him into thinking he’d gotten scalded by his words alone. Kei swallowed his saliva. His lips were dry and hot, peeling at the end as he pursed them together once again. “C’mon, Kei. Just pull the trigger. You said you’d never use it unless it was absolutely necessary, right, Kei?”

No. He wanted to shake his head no. This was not a necessity. There could have been another way—there’s always another way. Fuck, he just wanted to get you out alive. He didn’t want you to suffer like this. He didn’t mean for you to get caught. How did you even get caught in the first place? You told him you wouldn’t get caught—you promised him.

“What’s the hold up, Kei?” Never had he hated their leader like this before. All this while, he’s been the one laughing at the sidelines, mocking and taunting these traitors and anyone who thought they were strong enough to take on a whole mafia clan on their own. “That bitch is a traitor. Why are you taking so long? I’ve got a meeting with Oikawa-kun in fifteen minutes.”

Now that it was him in that position, he didn’t know what to say. What could he even say? That he was in love with you? That you both love each other? Love was nothing but a ruse or a bait to Sugawara—a weapon, even, that he liberally uses to get what he wants. Your whimpers and cries, muffled by the rope burning into the skin and edges of your lips, was what caught his attention. His arm was getting tired from holding the heavy gun in your direction. You were merely six feet apart from him. He didn’t even have the strength to place his finger close to the trigger. His index finger hovered over it, the weight of what could have been you and him and a happy ending sitting on his chest like a thundercloud that’s heavier than the world.

The him before meeting you would’ve scoffed at him for even thinking about a happy ending. He knew who he was—or is?—a crime syndicate member with a penchant for helping the community whilst thirsting for the blood of those so-called righteous fuckers. It was the main reason why he joined the Miyagi clan after all, and it was also your reason for being part of a web of networks with assassins and political leaders alike.

“Kei,” he called for him in a sing-song voice. “Why won’t you pull the trigger? Do I need to make Tadashi, do it?”

“No! Fuck, not Yamaguchi.”

“Then what’s the hold up? He’s right outside the door, you know.”

Fuck you, is what he wanted to say. Fuck you, leave me and Y/N be before I lose my shit.

Thorns of guilt wrapped around his throat like a vice when his eyes met yours once again, pleading and begging for him to pull the trigger. Your voice was muffled but he knew what you were chanting over and over again. He just chose to ignore it. He refused to acknowledge that you were begging for him to end it then and there, to end your suffering and his, but he knew damn well that it would be prolonged. He knew all too well that he’d suffer for as long as you were with him, and oh, how he hated himself for coming to terms with that.

“Look, they’re begging for you to shoot them, Kei.”

No.

“It’s just one pull, Kei. That’s all it takes.”

No.

He swallowed his saliva once again. He couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger. He just couldn’t. Not after spending time with you. Not after learning who you were, not after learning that you were supposed to infiltrate the Miyagi clan to take out Sugawara so that the clan would crumble without one of its three heads and refusing to go through with what you were hired to do because you found out that the clan was actually helping the underprivileged in the state. Not after learning that he loves you.

Kei heard Sugawara’s footsteps walk further from him and towards the door. He heard it click open as he stepped outside, footsteps down the hall and when he was sure that he was no longer there, the poor man sunk to his knees. The tears that he tried so hard to keep at bay spilled down his cheeks, arms going limp as the pistol was placed on the floor, barrel aimed away from you so you wouldn’t get hurt anymore. He couldn’t do it. His shoulders slumped forward, his body shaking and trembling as sobs broke from his dry throat. His hand moved to cover his mouth, lips quivering and glasses fogging from the hot tears when he looked up at you, shaking your head with more tears of your own running down your tear-stained cheeks, mixing with the grime, sweat and blood.

“It’s okay,” you told him. “I’ll be okay, baby.”

He refused to listen to that. No, it wasn’t going to be okay. It wasn’t going to be okay, not when your life was on the line. He found himself shaking his head, refusing to listen to your words as he wiped his tears away with the back of his wrist.

“I love you, Y/N.” He all but croaked it out to you. “I love you so fucking much, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I swear. Fuck, I’m so– I’m so sorry.”

“Kei, I love you too. Please– Please don’t cry.”

At that point, both of you were on your knees, sobbing and wishing things were just the slightest bit different. He couldn’t stop apologizing a thousand times and a little bit more, neither could you stop telling him that you love him and that everything would be okay even though you both knew it wouldn’t be. His mind was filled with too many thoughts running around, looping and tangling with one another until it was one convoluted mess. He couldn’t think. He didn’t even notice Sugawara had returned to the room until he felt someone grab his chin to lift his head.

“Kei,” Sugawara’s voice was but thinly veiled impatience. It sent chills running down his spine as he was forced to watch you. His cold hands were strong and tight on his jaw, ordering him to keep his eyes on you and nowhere else. “Tadashi-kun, if you’d please.”

Wait, what?

Before Kei could even comprehend what was going on, he heard the click of the safety lock before the ear-splitting bang! It all happened too quickly. He tasted gunpowder on his tongue before he heard another shot as your body went limp and fell to the floor in slow motion. There was a ringing in his ears from the glaringly loud shots, but he didn’t care if he’d gone half-deaf.

The second that Sugawara’s hand left his jaw, he rushed to his knees and swiveled around, feeling his heart beat a rhythm he never quite listened to before. It was rash, abrasive, and he found himself grabbing the only person he could truly call his brother by the collar and shoving him against the wall. He was seething, burning, aflame with anger, but he couldn’t bring it upon himself to even say a word to him.

Both their eyes met and he dropped Yamaguchi. He didn’t care about the two remaining men in the room. He rushed to your dead body, a fresh gun wound square in the middle of your forehead with the bullet embedded deep inside. He wanted to cry more, but he couldn’t. Or was he? The tears were falling onto your lifeless face like paint-splattered rain, smudging the blood and dirt.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Kei gently pulled you into his arms, holding you for one last time. His hand caressed your face, red staining his hands and smearing your hair where his fingers carded through your locks gently. He was just deathly quiet and he knew that their leader was unnerved by it, as well as his best friend, just that the former was better at hiding it.

“Now, now,” Sugawara sighed. “I better leave now if I don’t want to be late for my meeting with Oikawa-kun. Tadashi-kun, don’t forget to call in the cleaning team to clear the room!” Of course he was so cavalier about it. He didn’t expect any less from the silver-haired leader who led the mafia with an iron fist, the glue that ties the three leaders together so the clan could run as it should.

“Yes, sir.”

Even with your lifeless body he was so careful. He tenderly lifted your body off of his lap, settled you down on the cold cement floor before slowly rising to his feet. He could tell that Yamaguchi’s eyes were on him, watching his every move. He knew he was turbulent; dangerous, even. Yamaguchi knew how much you meant to him. So what in the goddamn fuck did Sugawara offer him to use his stupid skills to take your life?

“You know it’s for the best, K–”

“No the fuck it’s not, Yamaguchi.”

Both of them were staring at each other, a barren stillness in the dead of his golden eyes. It was silent. Neither of them moved a muscle. Kei blinked ever so slowly as his eyes traveled to the gun that sat on the floor where he knelt earlier. It was probably a bad idea. An unamused chuckle left his lips.

“Kei, what are you . . .” Yamaguchi’s voice died in his throat the second he realized that Kei was reaching for the gun. What was he going to do now? If he was going to try and shoot him, he knew that he could easily throw the gun out of his hand. Kei lacked in what he excelled at.

The metal felt so cool and smooth against the roughness of his calloused palm. He let the weight sit on his hand, eyes admiring every detail of the sleek gun. He didn’t even know what model it was. All that he knew was it was for shooting others and it wasn’t in his book to do so regardless of how adequately skilled of a marksman he was. His name was but the ghost of a whisper on Yamaguchi’s lips as he heard the safety click undone, barrel pointed to the side of his head.

What you said was probably true. Things were going to be alright. Things were going to be alright as long as he pulled the trigger.

So he did.

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