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an unkindness of ravens: season one
now playing: i don't want to be by gavin degraw
about one tree hill season one series masterlist
taglist: @yailtsv @jadasogay @iwantahockeyhimbo (reach out to be added)
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featuring: friends to lovers trope; the plot of one tree hill season one; mentions of coming out and a secret relationship; conversations about a car accident and someone in a coma; slight angst but mainly fluff; lowkey bullying, but not towards paige or reader
summary: junior year at tree hill was supposed to be fun. sure there's hard work, college preparations, and the normal teenage drama, but nobody was prepared for everything else. a lost championship, romantic revelations, and two brothers connecting in ways bigger than the court.
paige bueckers is as well known as nathan scott in the basketball community. she plays on the menâs team (since tree hill high doesnât have the funding, or fanbase for a womenâs one) and continues to put up crazy stat lines: 21 points, 11 assists, 5 steals. sheâs also your girlfriend, and extremely down bad for you.
youâre the sweet and popular cheerleader of tree hill high; best friends with brooke davis and secretly dating paige bueckers.
the two of you are friends first, you always have been. growing up in a small town means everybody knows everybody, so it didnât take long for your friend groups to intersect. brooke is friendly with peyton, whoâs dating nathan, who is best friends with paige. that meant your paths were bound to cross at some point, and everyday youâre thankful that they did. paige is kind, loyal, and funny. she smiles in a way that makes your stomach flutter and your heart do jumping jacks. the more your groups intersect, the more you fall for each other.Â
paige tells a joke, and she looks to see if youâre laughing at it. you search for an empty seat, and conveniently take the one next to her instead of brooke. you say hi to paige in the hallways, and she searches for you on the sidelines of her games in your cheer uniform.
you confess your feelings in the worst, yet most you way possible. youâre both a few drinks in at some party, and the words just tumble out.
âi like girls, and iâve never told anybody that but iâm pretty sure it started when i was team bella in twilight. but now? now itâs definitely you.â âi think for me it was when i first saw you. in like middle school, with some justice outfit. i donât remember, but i remember thinking that i wanted you.â âwhat if we just like kissed? then weâd have each other?â
then paige kisses you. it starts soft and slow, with a tiny bit of uncertainty. thereâs no tongue, no teeth, just your lips pressed to hers while you both stay planted on the curb outside nathanâs house. then, it shifts. you turn to face her, she pulls your body closer. you hands grip her shoulders, fisting her tree hill warm up jacket, and hers hold the back of your neck. then the kiss becomes more intense. you want her, and she wants you. when you split apart, eyes dazed, she pulls her keys from her pocket, and holds them up like a trophy.
âwant to go to my car?â you agree, easily. and while you would never believe it, this is the easiest it gets.Â
the basketball season is in full swing, but of course, whitey always has something up his sleeve. so, when lucas scott, nathanâs half brother, is offered a spot on the team, nathan is ballistic. paige, ever the loyal one, feels the need to stand by her best friendâs side, no matter what. at least thatâs what she tells you in the front seat of her car.
âi mean we donât even know if heâs good, babe. and they have this whole rift going, which will definitely screw up the teamâs mojo.â âmaybe heâs good. i mean, he must play some type of ball if whitey even offered him a spot.â paige looks at you with raised eyebrows and an expression that can only be described as âare you seriousâ. âcâmon. maybe heâs nice,â you try again. âit doesnât matter if heâs nice, nathan is my best friend.â
somehow, you all end up at the rivercourt, watching lucas and nathan play for their spot on the team. you arrive with paige, nathan, and peyton. everybody is dressed casually; paige in gray sweats and a tee shirt, while youâre wearing jeans and a baby tee. you stand shoulder to shoulder with her, watching as lucas sinks basket after basket. lucas pulls up for the final jumper, the one he needs to take the lead and the win. everyone watches with baited breath; your arms crossed and paigeâs jaw clenched. swish. nothing but net.Â
âheâs good,â you observe. paigeâs jaw remains clenched, âtoo good.âÂ
despite putting on a great show at the rivercourt, lucas doesnât follow through in his debut game. he misses too many shots, causes too many turnovers, and does not live up to the hype that paige and nathan have set for the team. you almost feel bad for the guy, who is clearly trying his best, but now has to live up to the hype of his half-brother, and scrutiny of brooke davis.
âiâm sleeping with him. no questions asked.â âbrooke,â you laugh, rolling your eyes. âheâs handsome. câmon you have to agree?â she says, nudging your shoulder. you shake your head, a small smile on your face as you watch paige make a three point shot, despite being completely contested. âwhatever you say, brooke.â
paige is always your ride home from practice. since the basketball team plays on one side of the gym while the cheer squad perfects their routines on the other. between drills, paige catches herself watching you doing back handsprings and cartwheels. she has to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. sometimes, you watch her, focused on her toned arms and the authority in her voice as she calls out plays. miraculously, no one ever catches you making eyes across the gym. nobody except lucas scott, who is way too observant.
one day, while leaving practice, he catches paige waiting by the locker room doors for you. he watches as she grabs your cheer bag in one hand, and holds your left hand. he sees how you smile at her, whispering about the shots she made at practice, and how she smiles wider when you lean into her side. then, paige opens the passenger door to her car, and you climb in. instead of closing the door right away, she leans down, and presses her lips to yours. you giggle, say something about how youâre sweaty from practice, and she responds with a quip about how she likes you that way. finally, she shuts the door, looks over her shoulder, and makes eye contact with lucas. paigeâs eyebrows furrow, like sheâs testing him, but he just holds his hands up in surrender. he brings it up at practice the next day:
âsheâs your girlfriend,â he says in line for a drill. âi donât know what you think you saw, scott, but itâs none of your business,â paige grumbles, catching the ball before taking her shot. she gets back in line, and lucas follows her after his turn. âiâm not gonna tell anyone if thatâs what youâre worried about. itâs not my place.â âyeah, itâs not,â she snaps.
when nathan wants to haze lucas, paige almost feels bad. almost. yes, he hasnât told anyone about her relationship with you, but that doesnât mean she trusts him. and when everyone turns around to leave him behind, soaked in mud, she hesitates for just a split second.
âletâs go!â nathan calls. she hesitates, watching the blonde boy standing in front of her. âpaige!â he calls again, and she finally turns around.Â
a couple weeks later, nathan is hosting a party after one of their games. somehow, paige convinces him to invite lucas, claiming that itâs the right thing to do since heâs part of the team. at the same time, youâre stuck convincing paige to go, even though she would probably be in attendance anyways.Â
âsoâŠnathan is having a party tonight,â you say, walking up to paigeâs locker in the middle of the school day. âyes he is,â she mumbles, closing her locker as you lean against the one next to hers. âwell, are you going? brooke and i are catching a ride with peyton,â you ask, an excited gleam in your eyes. âbabe, iâm on the team,â she starts, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, âbesides, everyone will be so drunk, iâll have you all to myself.âÂ
that night, you find paige in the kitchen. sheâs filling up a drink, and when she spots you, she extends the solo cup in your direction. you smile, taking the drink from her outstretched hand, fingers grazing hers as you shoot her a coy smile. she rolls her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she fills up her drink with the keg. the two of you keep sneaking glances across the room all night, until brooke drags you into a game of âi neverâ. itâs stupid, and you know itâs just an excuse for everyone to poke fun at each other, but you still find yourself standing in a circle with paige, nathan, peyton, lucas, and tim. brooke starts, but then nathan makes a dig towards lucas, and his relationship, or lack there of, with their dad. lucas clenches his jaw, and your mouth drops open at the cruelty behind nathanâs words. you look at paige, begging her to say something.Â
âthatâs enough nathan,â she grumbles. nathanâs eyes widen, and he looks just the slightest bit betrayed. âthat was mean,â you whisper before walking away, paige following you to the back deck. âyou didnât have to follow me,â you whisper, finishing the rest of your drink. ânah, nathan was pissing me off,â she says, taking a spot next to you. you turn to face her, âyou stood up for lucas. why?â she hesitates, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek, âhe saw us, in the parking lot, but hasnât said anything. he couldâve, but he didnât, so i owe him one.â you open your mouth to say something; defend the fact that keeping your relationship a secret is the right choice, but she stops you. âbesides, heâs actually a good player.â âi just need more time,â you say softly. âi know,â she answers, âbut that doesnât mean i like hiding you.â
a couple weeks later, you are sitting with peyton and brooke at another party. the three of you are drinking, while peyton and brooke share stories about whatever guy theyâre into. brooke, whoâs hell bent on getting lucas to fall for her, is talking about another attempt to get him into her bedroom. you nod, trying to follow along, but youâre focused on paige, whoâs standing with nathan at the bonfire. sheâs wearing cargoes, and a hoodie with the sleeves pushed up. you watch as she laughs at something he says, shoving his shoulder while some of their teammates laugh.Â
âyou have something to share with the class?â brooke teases, nudging you. you clear your throat, looking away from your girlfriend, before shaking your head. âoh come on! youâve totally been making eyes at bueckers all night. you dating her or something?â peyton jokes. you realize that this is your chance, and you take it: âyes, we are,â you whisper. âwaitâŠâ brooke says, her drink hanging limply in her hand, âlike actually?â you nod, finishing off your drink, âlike actually.â theyâre silent for a minute, but eventually brooke wraps you in a hug. you blink back the tears you didnât even realize you were holding in, and then peyton joins in too. âi mean sheâs hot, so i get it,â brooke whispers, and you giggle. âobviously not as hot as me, but hot nonetheless,â she finishes. âbrooke,â you whine, shoving her away in a playful manner. âoh sheâs looking over her. i think youâre being summoned,â peyton teases, pointing over at paige, who is now looking at you.Â
you meet her gaze, a soft smile on your face, before excusing yourself from the group. when you walk over there, paige has a soft expression on her face, but sheâs masking it by raising her eyebrows. you step into her space, and paige casually wraps her arm around your waist.Â
âthatâs my cue to leave,â nathan mumbles, leaving the two of you alone by the fire. âyou okay?â she asks softly, her fingers running up and down your side. âi told them. brooke and peyton,â you confess, a small smile overtaking your face. her eyes widen, âyou did?â âi did,â you confirm. paige stares at you for a minute, disbelief but also awe on her face. âcan i kiss you?â she asks, cupping your face as her drink drops onto the sand. âif you didnât, i was going too,â you mumble, pulling her face to yours as your lips meet.Â
despite coming out to brooke and peyton, the two of you decide that itâs best to hold off on revealing your relationship to the whole school. the people closest to you know: brooke, peyton, nathan, and your families. plus lucas, who accidentally caught you and paige flirting in the school parking lot weeks ago. surprisingly, things outside of your relationship are going well. paige, nathan, and lucas are starting to gel on the court, creating a scoring powerhouse for the ravens. youâre thriving on the cheer team, finding a new love and passion for the sport, but maybe that has to do with who youâre cheering for. then, tragedy strikes.Â
âlucas got into a car accident!â paige shouts, and you can hear the sound of her car door slamming in the background of the call.  âwhat?â you screech, putting your book down as you scramble off the bed. âhe got into an accident while driving to pick up his mom. nathan just called to tell me. weâre going to the hospital now,â she explains, you can hear the rattling of her truck down the street. âcome get me,â you say, wedging your phone between your shoulder and ear as you slip into your shoes. âbabe i donât knowâŠâ she trails off. âpaige,â you start, âheâs your friend. i know youâre upset. let me be there for you,â you finish. paige takes a deep breath, âokay.â Â
you and paige end up in lucasâs hospital room, surrounded by his mother and brooke davis. you share a glance with paige at the sight of brooke, who looks extremely disheveled while holding back tears. both of you ignore it for now, instead focusing on your friend, who is laying in a coma. paige holds you close, burying her face in your shoulder as she struggles to keep her own tears at bay. you squeeze her tightly, whispering consoling words.
a few days later, lucas is released from the hospital. paige is dragging her feet about visiting him.
âi just feel like we arenât close,â she explains, throwing a small basketball in the air as she lays on your bed. âpaige,â you say, putting your pencil down, âheâs your teammate, and friend. itâs not weird.â âi wouldnât say weâre friends,â she grumbles, which she only does when she knows youâre right.
neither of you end up at lucasâs, however, as brooke appears in your doorway. her cheeks are tearstreaked with mascara. you jump up from your desk, pulling brooke into your arms. she starts crying even harder, and you rub her back in an attempt to console her. paige is sitting up on your bed now, looking like she wants to leave. just as she gets up, brooke confesses everything: how lucas broke up with her for peyton, your other best friend. your mouth drops open, and paigeâs jaw clenches as she listens to brooke sob over this boy, who really doesnât deserve an ounce of her attention. when brooke finally calms down, falling asleep on your bed, paige turns to you and whispers:
âthis is why i wonât call lucas my friend.âÂ
paige keeps that mentality for a surprisingly long time. all the way until the away game in charlotte, which also coincides with the major cheer competition. youâre already jittery with nerves, rambling about back handsprings and perfecting your routine constantly. the entire time paige nods her head, pretending like she understands exactly what youâre saying. (spoiler alert: she doesnât) meanwhile, the tension between nathan and lucas, boils over, especially since the former is officially dating haley.Â
âpaige, you know iâm right,â nathan says, dragging her into the brothers' argument. âno. she knows youâre wrong,â lucas chimes in. the two start to bicker again, but paige stops them: âenough! iâm sick of being in the middle. iâm friends with two idiots, and iâm not taking any sides!â paige looks like she wants to say more, but you walk into the room looking rattled. âwhat happened?â paige asks, leaving the brothers behind as she walks up to you. âtheresa has the chicken pox! and now weâre totally gonna lose,â you rant. paige can see the anxiety on your face, so she pulls you into her arms. âthatâs not true babe, youâve been practicing your back tuck," she whispers. âback handspring,â you correct absentmindedly. âwhat?â she says with a small laugh. âiâve been practicing my back handspring, not my back tuck. those are easy,â you mumble, a shy smile on your face as paige throws you a knowing look. âi think youâre gonna be fine,â she teases.Â
while keeping your relationship on the downlow is working, everything comes out at the annual âboy toyâ auction. the entire basketball team, paige included, participates in an auction where the entire town has the opportunity to win a night with one of the boys. of course lucas, nathan, and jake are the most sought after, but you donât expect people to be going after paige. until some girl raises her hand when whitey calls out paigeâs name.Â
âone hundred!â she shouts, holding the cash up in the air. your jaw clenches, and you immediately out bid her: âone-twenty!â she gives you the side eye, but continues to up the price. âbrooke, give me your money,â you say between clenched teeth. âbut lucas,â she tries, but you cut her off with a stern look. brooke hands you the cash, and you call out, âone-fifty.â the girl keeps upping the price, and paige keeps looking between the two of you like this is reality tv. âtwo hundred!â you call, and everyoneâs eyes widen.
whitey bangs the gavel, and itâs a done deal. you hand him the money, and then walk up to paige. she opens her mouth, like she wants to tease you, but you donât let her get the words out. instead, you wrap your hands around her neck, and pull her into a heated kiss, right in front of the entire crowd. thereâs a handful of gasps, and someone even wolf whistles. when you pull away, paige has a dazed look in her eyes, but youâre focused on the now embarrassed girl who thought it was a good idea to try and outbid you.Â
after the auction, paige meets you in the gym. she gives you a shy smile, with a knowing look in her eyes. her cheeks are a little red as she notices all the eyes and whispers directed towards you.Â
âare you mad?â you ask softly, biting your bottom lip. paige shakes her head, âit was kind of hot,â she confesses. now itâs your turn for your cheeks to heat up, and you look down in embarrassment. âtoo much?â you whisper. paige cups your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss in front of everyone again, ânot enough,â she mumbles, as her lips brush yours.
the rest of the basketball season goes by in a blur. paige is a beast on the court, helping to lead her team to the playoffs alongside the scott brothers, who are finally on good terms. at the same time, she has you cheering for her on the sidelines. now that the catâs out of the bag, you always wear her number, 5, on your right cheek, in the exact spot where paige kisses you right before taking the court. while paige pretends like it doesnât affect her, hearing you cheer extra loudly when she scores a basket boosts her confidence. suddenly, it doesnât matter that sheâs the only girl playing in an all boys league, all that matters is you, standing by her side. especially when things get tough; especially when they lose the game. you hug her right after, pulling her close as her lanky arms wrap around your waist.Â
âiâm sorry baby,â you whisper. paige just nods, struggling to hold back her frustration at the night. âat least dan doesnât get the win,â you joke, which draws a chuckle from her. âi just wanted to win for you,â she confesses later that night, when youâre both laying in her bed.  you turn on your side to face her, âyou always make me proud, paige.â she smiles, turning to face you now. âeveryone expects me to be great, but you donât. you accept me for me, and it means the world to me,â she confesses. âpaige,â you start, but she cuts you off. âi know itâs stupid, but i wanted to win tonight for you, to say thank you, for always supporting me,â she finishes, a small blush on her freckled cheeks. âi love you,â you whisper, kissing the tip of her nose. âbut you never have to win to earn my love of validation. you already have all of it,â you explain. Â
then, paige is kissing you.Â
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LETTERS UNSENT

SUMMARY: You have shared too much with Calebâ your childhood in middle school, your restless teenage years in high school, and the sleepless nights that came with training at the DAA. Through every phase of your life, youâve loved him. Quietly. Desperately. While he loved someone else.
So you learned to endure it.
You swallowed your feelings and tucked them away in secret letters never meant to be readâletters inked with heartbreak, feverish longing, and fantasies too raw to speak aloud. From crooked handwriting to elegant script, each page was a confession of the love you hated to carry, the ache you never outgrew. And when Caleb vanished from your life after graduation without a word, you buried those letters in a box, and the box deep within yourself.
Years later, fate intervenes.
Caleb returnsâbroader, bolder, devastatingly handsome. And strangely focused on you. His touches linger too long, his eyes see too much, and his smile says he knows exactly what youâve been hiding. He looks at you like youâre the one heâs been waiting forâand you canât tell if it terrifies you or tempts you more.
You try to pull away. Youâve spent too many years surviving without him to fall now.
But Caleb doesnât let go.
Because now that heâs seen the truthâevery broken sentence, every filthy fantasy, every whispered âI love youâ you never dared say out loudâheâs not just here to catch up.
Heâs here to chase you down.
And he wonât stop until youâre his.
WORD COUNT: 11.1k
NOTES: Takes place after the Main story supposedly ends. This happens far in the future. Caleb is older here, 28â29 maybe. Reader is NOT mc, keep that in mind. In this scenario mc is with another LI.

You used to love love.
Not just the idea of itâbut the ache of it. The promise of it. The giddy, schoolgirl butterflies and the midnight hopes whispered into your pillow. Love was the secret language of your world, threaded through songs you hummed under your breath, the romance novels dog-eared to your favorite passages, the ink-stained pages of letters never sent.
You believed in love the way children believe in magic.
But you grew up.
And love? It grew fangs.
Now, you love to hate it.
You hate how it made a fool of you. How it made you wait and yearn and burn in silence, hoping heâd look your way and see you. Not as a friend, not as a childhood companion, but as someone worth reaching for. Worth choosing. But he didnât. He never did. Calebâs heart was always spoken for.
So you buried your own.
Youâve become good at pretending. You laugh at romance now, scoff at declarations, dismiss affection with a curl of your lip and a joke that lands just bitter enough to be believable. Youâre not heartlessâyouâre just tired. Of hoping. Of hurting. Of wanting things that were never yours to begin with.
You fill your time with things that donât require soft emotions. You keep your hands busy and your mind busier. You hum lullabies to yourself when the silence grows too sharp. You sleep with the light on sometimesânot out of fear, but because the darkness reminds you too much of waiting for someone who never came back.
And stillâŠ
Despite it allâŠ
Sometimes, on quiet nights when your guard slips, you wonder what it would be like to be loved out loud.
To be wanted so much itâs terrifying. To be chosen first.
You donât dare admit it aloud. You barely let yourself think it.
Because if love ever finds you againâŠ
Youâre not sure if youâll run away from itâ
Or straight into its arms.
You hear his voice before you see him.
Low. Smooth. A little deeper than you remember. It cuts through the background noise like gravity pulling everything toward itâpulling you toward it. You freeze mid-step, your spine going taut like a wire drawn too tight. You know that voice. Youâve heard it in dreams. In memories. In the echo of unsent letters youâll never admit you still read.
You turn slowly.
And there he is.
Caleb.
Older. Sharper. Beautiful in a way that feels almost unfair. His body is broader now, sculpted with strength and silent discipline. His jaw is dusted with scruff. His posture, relaxed but alert. And those eyesâstill storm-silver and searing, but steadier somehow. Knowing.
He sees you.
Really sees you.
And for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you standing there like a collision waiting to happen.
A beat passes.
â...Itâs been a while,â he says, and Godâhe smiles.
That same crooked, devastating smile that used to undo you in a single heartbeat. But thereâs something different now. Less boyish charm, more⊠reverence. Like heâs looking at a relic he thought lost forever and canât quite believe is real.
You swallow, throat tight. âYeah. A while.â
Thereâs so much you could say. So much you want to say. About the years. The distance. The versions of yourself that broke and rebuilt in his absence. But your mouth is dry and your thoughts scatter like startled birds.
Caleb steps forwardâclose enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of metal and pine and something unmistakably him.
He looks you up and down slowly, like heâs taking inventory of everything time tried to steal.
âYou lookâŠâ His gaze softens. âYou look like trouble.â
You scoffâtoo sharp, too fast, your defense mechanisms kicking in like old habits. âAnd you still talk like youâre trying to land a date in a bar.â
His grin flashes wider. âWould it work if I was?â
God, heâs flirting.
Like you werenât just background noise to him once. Like you didnât spend years trying to scrape his ghost off your ribs.
You narrow your eyes. âWhy are you here, Caleb?â
He leans in, the air between you charged, crackling. His voice dropsâlower, rougher.
âBecause I missed you.â
You blink. That wasnât the answer you expected. Not from him. Not with that look in his eyesâpart hungry, part haunted, all real.
And just like that, the careful walls youâve built start to shake.
You hear the door creak open behind you before the sound of his footsteps catches up.
âI almost didnât recognize you,â Caleb says, his voice deeper, richer than you remember. âYou look... different.â
You donât turn around immediately. The skyline looks safer than his face.
âYeah, well. Years pass. People change.â
âSome people stay exactly the same,â he murmurs. âYou still lean to the left when youâre uncomfortable.â
You whip around, heart doing a traitorous little jump when your gaze lands on him.
God. Heâs unfair. Broader shoulders, sharper jaw, that golden tan that makes his white shirt look criminally good on him. His smile has mellowed into something more potentâless boyish charm, more devastating man.
You cross your arms. âYouâre observant now. Thatâs new.â
He chuckles. âIâve always been observant. You were just too busy avoiding my eyes to notice.â
Touché.
He walks closerâtoo closeâand you catch a whiff of his cologne, spicy and dark, like danger disguised as comfort. His gaze drops to your lips for half a second too long before returning to your eyes with a glint that spells trouble.
âHow long has it been?â he asks softly.
âSince you ditched our entire friend group without a word? Or since I gave up hoping for a message you never sent?â
His jaw tenses. âI deserved that.â
âYou did.â
Thereâs a beat of silence between you, thick with all the things youâre too proud to say and all the things he suddenly looks desperate to.
You retreat into the safety of the couch, motioning for him to sit acrossâbut no, of course not. Caleb drops beside you, hip pressed against yours like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âWhat about Emcee?â you ask, biting the inside of your cheek. âYou two live happily ever after or what?â
His brow furrows. âEmcee? God, no. That was over before it ever started.â
Your heart skips. âOh.â
âYou sound disappointed.â
âIâm not.â Lie. âJust surprised.â
âGood,â he says, leaning in, his voice a husky whisper. âBecause I didnât come here to talk about her. I came here for you.â
Your breath catches. You laugh, shaky and forced. âWow, Caleb. Youâve upgraded your flirting. What happened to your legendary cheesy pickup lines?â
He grins. âI could still use one, if youâre nostalgic. But I figured youâve grown out of tolerating my bullshit.â
âSmart of you.â
And yet, the way his knee brushes yours every few seconds isnât helping. Neither is the way his hand hovers just a little too close to your thigh when he reaches for his coffee.
Youâre not sure whatâs worseâthat heâs this charming now, or that itâs working.
Later that night, after he leaves with a promise to âsee you soonâ and a gaze that lingers like heat, you retreat into your sanctuary.
Your room. Your old dresser. The box tucked under the drawer like a dirty little secret.
The letters.
Every one of them stained with years of aching want and unspeakable need. A catalogue of your descent into hopeless longing, from childish hope to fevered fantasy. The kind of thing no one should ever read.
Especially not Caleb.
But fate, of course, doesnât care what you want.

The first time he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, it's under the guise of helping you with groceries.
âIâm perfectly capable,â you snap, snatching the bag from his hands.
Caleb just laughs, leaning in. âI know. Doesnât mean I donât want to help.â
His knuckles graze yours. You pretend not to notice. He pretends not to notice you pretending. Bastard.
â
The second time, youâre at your favorite cafĂ©, the one with the uneven chairs and the cinnamon drinks he used to gag over. Youâd brought him there as a joke, once. Now he takes you there seriously.
Heâs seated too close, his thigh pressed against yours like a quiet claim.
âSo,â he says, turning his head toward you. âNo boyfriend? FiancĂ©? Star-crossed lover waiting in the wings?â
âNone of your business.â
âThatâs a no, then,â he says smugly, sipping his drink.
You glance at him, narrowing your eyes. âWhy are you asking?â
âJust making sure Iâm not stepping on any toes,â he murmurs, then adds, âwhen I kiss you.â
Your heart slams into your ribs. You scoff, rolling your eyes so hard they might get stuck. âYouâre not kissing me.â
âNot today, maybe,â he says easily. âBut eventually.â
You hate how warm your cheeks get. You hate him a little more for noticing.
â
The third time is worse.
Youâve both had a bit too much wine. Not drunk, but soft around the edges. Heâs on your couch, lounging like he belongs there, like the time between now and then never happened.
He watches you over the rim of his glass. âWhy do you keep flinching when I touch you?â
âI donât flinch.â
âYou do. Like youâre scared Iâm not real.â
You take a sip of your wine and stare straight ahead. âIâm just trying to figure out what you want.â
His voice goes quiet. âYou.â
The word hits you like a punch.
âYou wanted Emcee for years.â
âI was stupid for years.â
You meet his eyes. Theyâre clearer than theyâve ever beenâfocused, almost painfully sincere.
âThatâs convenient,â you say coldly.
He sets his glass down, leans in. âNo. Itâs fate finally letting me try again.â
His hand reaches up, brushes your cheek with maddening tenderness. Heâs so close you can feel the heat of his breath.
You freeze. The ache in your chest roars to life again. This is everything you ever wantedâbut you donât trust it. Not yet.
You turn your head. Just barely.
Calebâs jaw clenches, his hand falling away.
He sits back without a word.
â
The fourth time, itâs raining.
He brings you a coffee, his hair damp, his hoodie soaked at the shoulders.
âYou didnât have to walk in this weather,â you mutter, taking the drink anyway.
âI wanted to.â His smile is lazy, but his eyes are sharp. âYouâre still not letting me in.â
âWould you trust someone who vanished for years without a word?â
His smile falters. Then, to your surprise, he nods. âI wouldnât. But Iâd want them to fight for the chance to be trusted again.â
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a familiar-looking charmâa bent paper star you made him in high school.
âI didnât forget you,â he says, voice low. âI tried to.â
That might be the worst thing heâs ever said. Because it means he felt something. Because it means you werenât the only one suffering in silence.
Because it means heâs telling the truth.
You excuse yourself before your throat gives way to the sobs you refuse to let him see.
He doesnât follow.
But he waits.
He always waits now.
And thatâs more dangerous than any of his old pickup lines.

You agree to go with him to the observatory.
Big mistake.
Itâs late, the sky smeared with stars and promises, the air just crisp enough that Caleb offers you his jacket before you can even pretend to be cold.
You donât take it.
So, naturally, he just drapes it over your shoulders anyway, like youâre his.
âIt looks better on you,â he says, voice quiet as your fingers clutch at the sleeves that still smell like him.
âDonât start,â you murmur, but thereâs no real bite to it.
âStart what?â His smirk is all mischief. âBeing nice? Canât help it. You bring it out of me.â
You roll your eyes and turn your gaze to the sky, but he keeps watching you like youâre the constellation heâs been chasing all his life.
âI used to come here when I missed you,â you admit without thinking, and immediately wish you hadnât.
The silence that follows is so sharp it could cut glass.
âWhen you missed me?â His voice is different nowâserious. Dangerous. âHow often did that happen?â
You laugh, tight and brittle. âOnly every time I breathed.â
His head tilts slightly, like heâs not sure he heard you right.
Then: âSay that again.â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâll use it against me.â
He steps closer, slow and purposeful, until your back meets the cold railing. His hands cage you in, one on either side of your body, his expression unreadable but intense.
âDo you really think Iâd take something that precious and weaponize it?â
âI donât know what youâd do anymore.â
âThen let me show you,â he says, and for a terrifying second, you think heâs going to kiss you.
But he doesnât.
His lips hover just beside your ear, the warmth of his breath teasing your neck.
âI dreamt of you too, you know. Every damn night.â
Your knees nearly buckle, but pride is a stronger drug than longing.
âThen why didnât you do anything?â you whisper.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes burning. âBecause I was stupid. And I thought you didnât feel the same.â
You snort. âWell. You were wrong.â
âI know,â he growls. âI know that now. And youâre still keeping me at armâs length.â
âDamn right I am.â
His smile is tight, hungry. âFine. You want to make me work for it? Iâll work.â
âI want to be chased, Caleb. Not collected.â
He steps back, hands raised in mock surrender, but his grin is pure trouble.
âThen run, sweetheart. Iâll catch up.â
You hate him for knowing exactly how to undo you.
And maybe you hate yourself more for wanting to be caught.

Itâs late. The kind of late where even the shadows seem to sleep.
The old piano room is still your secret solaceâdusty, dim, filled with forgotten echoes and dreams you never dared to say out loud. The acoustics are perfect. No one ever comes in here anymore.
Except for one person.
You don't hear him at first. Youâre too wrapped up in the song, the way your voice trembles on the high notes, the keys trembling beneath your fingertips. Itâs the kind of melody you never intended anyone to hear. Especially not him.
I didn't opt in to be your odd man out
I founded the club she's heard great things about
I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath
Your voice breaks. You close your eyes, breathe, keep going anyway.
I stopped CPR, after all it's no use
The spirit was gone, we would never come to
And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free
Silence. One, two, three beats of it. Thenâ
âYou always did sound beautiful when you were sad.â
You jump.
Caleb leans against the doorway like he owns the place. Like he owns the air in your lungs. Like he owns you.
âDidnât mean to startle you,â he adds, smile lazy, eyes sharp. âOld habits die hard, I guess.â
You blink. âYou heard that?â
âI always do.â
Of course he did.
You feel your cheeks burn as he strolls in, gaze never leaving yours. âThat song⊠itâs new?â
You clear your throat, try for nonchalance. âJust something I was playing around with.â
He hums. âRight. Totally not about anyone in particular.â
You bristle. âDid I say that?â
âNope. But you donât have to. You forgetâI know your voice. I know when itâs for fun. And when itâs ripping you open.â
You glance away, fingers tapping nervously on the ivory keys. âYou're being dramatic.â
He kneels beside the bench. Just like that, heâs too close again. Always too close.
âYou used to do this all the time,â he murmurs. âSneak away to sing where no one could find you. You didnât know I followed.â
Your heart stutters. âYou never said anything.â
âWhy would I ruin it?â His gaze darkens. âHearing you like thatâit was the only time I ever got to feel like you needed something.â
âI didnât sing those songs for you,â you lie.
Caleb tilts his head, eyes locked on yours. âThen why are your cheeks red?â
You shove away from the piano, muttering, âYou're insufferable.â
He follows, not missing a beat. âYouâre blushing, songbird.â
âShut up.â
âMake me.â
You stop. He almost slams into you.
You glare up at him. âYou think youâre so clever.â
He leans in, smirking. âNo. I think Iâve waited too long to be this close to you, and now that Iâm here, Iâm not backing off.â
The worst part? Your hands are trembling. Your knees are weak. And still, somehow, you want more.
But pride wraps around your tongue like a noose.
âYou heard the song,â you say, voice low. âThatâs enough.â
His eyes flick down to your lips. Then back up. Heâs not smiling anymore.
âNo,â Caleb whispers. âItâs not.â

You should have locked the damn drawer.
You donât even know what made you checkâbut something prickled at the back of your neck the moment you stepped into your apartment. Like something sacred had been disturbed. And when you see the box in Calebâs hands, your heart stops cold.
No. No.
His head lifts as the door shuts behind you.
And your world implodes.
Heâs seated on your couch like heâs carved from stone, the soft golden lamp beside him casting long shadows across the muscles in his jaw and the heartbreak in his eyes.
Heâs holding your soul in his hands.
The lettersâdozens of them, hundreds, years of ink and agony and lust and griefâyou recognize the crooked childhood handwriting, the shaky, angry teenage confessions, the flowing script of your adult longing. Pages of you. Laid bare.
Your breath catches. Your throat closes.
âIâThatâs notâYou werenât supposed toââ Your voice cracks. Your knees are trembling.
Caleb stands, the box still in his grip. He looks wrecked.
âI read every single one,â he says softly.
âPut them away,â you whisper, voice hollow. âPlease, just⊠put them away.â
âI canât.â
You turn to bolt, pure instinct.
And thatâs when gravity betrays you.
A weight presses against your bodyânot crushing, but firm, immovable, inescapable. His Evol.Â
Your hands fly to the walls, to the floor, anywhere to push back, but youâre floating. Held in place. Suspended in the moment you never wanted him to witness.
âCalebâ!â
âI need you to hear me,â he says, moving closer. Slowly. Carefully. Like approaching a wounded animal.
Your back hits the wall.
He stops just inches from you, eyes devouring every inch of your face. His expression is ravenous, pained, like heâs starving and terrified that the meal in front of him will vanish if he breathes too hard.
âI didnât know,â he says, his voice ragged. âI never knew.â
You shake your head. âYou werenât supposed to.â
His hand lifts. Hovers near your cheek. âIâve been walking around blind, thinking I lost you back then. But you never stopped⊠You loved me. You loved me so much it hurt.â
Tears gather hot and fast in your eyes. âCalebâdonâtââ
âAnd I was in love with you,â he breathes. âAll this time I thought I was chasing someone else, but it was you. It was always you.â
You look away. âYou didnât want me. You wanted her. You chose her.â
âI didnât choose anyone,â he growls. âI was a coward. I ran. I shut you out and let you carry all that alone. I thought I was protecting you.â
âYou werenât,â you whisper. âYou were destroying me.â
The look in his eyes breaks something in you.
âI memorized your words,â he says quietly, his forehead leaning gently against yours. âEvery line. Every wish. Every desperate, filthy, aching thing you wanted to say. I felt all of it. Like I was there with you, through every goddamn year I missed.â
You tremble, caught in his pull, aching with the need to believeâbut terrified to let yourself fall.
âI donât know if I can forgive you,â you whisper.
âIâm not asking you to,â he murmurs. âNot yet.â
His fingers trail lightly over your waist, your hip, anchoring you. The Gravity around you loosens just enough for your feet to touch the floor again, but you donât move.
His mouth brushes against your temple.
âI just want to earn you. All of you. Like I shouldâve from the start.â
You donât kiss him.
But you donât pull away either.
You canât.
Because suddenly, you're not cold anymore.
Youâre burning.

He stays.
Even when you tell him to leaveâquietly, then louder, then with trembling fingers pressed to his chest like a warningâCaleb stays.
âYou shouldnât be here,â you whisper, not meeting his eyes.
âI shouldâve been here years ago,â he murmurs. âDonât you get it? Iâm not leaving again.â
You shove him.
He barely budges.
You shove him again.
This time, his hands catch your wrists mid-motion, fast, firmâcalm.
You freeze. His skin is warm against yours, calloused where it should be gentle, familiar where it should feel foreign. Your pulse spikes in your throat.
âLet me go,â you say, breathless.
âNo.â
Your breath hitches.
âNo?â you echo.
His voice drops. âNot until you stop pretending you donât want me to stay.â
You glare up at him, furious. âYou think a few words and a couple of pretty promises erase everything?â
âNo,â he says again. âBut Iâll keep proving myself until they do.â
You twist out of his gripânearlyâbefore he suddenly pulls you in.
And for one terrible, brilliant second, your bodies align like theyâve been waiting for this moment your whole lives.
His eyes search yours.
And then, Caleb whispers, âTell me to stop.â
You open your mouth.
But nothing comes out.
So he kisses you.
Not a soft, hesitant brush of lips.
Itâs a claiming.
Itâs all the years you spent alone, writing down your agony like confessions to a God who never answered. Itâs every fantasy you denied yourself, every moment you watched him look at someone else and wished it were you. It's himâfinally, truly, desperatelyâhere.
Your fingers fist in his shirt like youâre angry, like youâre clinging to something you swore youâd never need again.
And when you break apart, gasping, forehead pressed to his, you sayâ
âI hate you.â
He smiles, soft and ruined. âI know.â
âI hate how much I wanted that.â
âI hope you did.â
âIâm still not making this easy.â
Calebâs lips trail down your jaw, his voice a low rasp. âYouâve never made anything easy, sweetheart. Thatâs why youâre worth everything.â
And stillâ
Still, your heart trembles with the weight of old wounds, and you pull back just enough to see the truth in his eyes.
âYouâll have to fight for this,â you warn him.
His hand finds the back of your neck, possessive and reverent. âThen prepare to be relentlessly pursued.â

You never agreed to date him.
But apparently, Calebâs taking ârelentless pursuitâ as a blood oath.
He shows up at your place the next morning with coffeeâyour actual order, down to the way you like the foam. He doesnât say how he remembers. You donât ask.
That night, he texts you at 2am.
Bastard: Thinking about that song you sang. Thinking about your lips too, but thatâs not important (it is).
You throw your phone across the bed.
The next day, heâs waiting outside your building. Leaning against his hoverbike, all long legs and low-lidded eyes and that grin. You think heâs here for some kind of mission.
Nope.
Just here to take you to lunch.
âDonât say this is a date,â you grumble.
âWouldnât dream of it,â he says, offering his hand. âBut hold on tight anyway.â
You hate how your fingers slide into his like they belong there.
â
Caleb doesnât just flirt. He weaponizes charm like he trained for it.
He gives you compliments with the kind of intensity that makes it hard to breathe.
âI love your voice. Especially when you donât realize youâre humming.â
âYou roll your eyes the same way you used to when I beat you in training. Itâs kind of adorable.â
âYou donât have to pretend around me. I know what you sound like when you're honest. I miss that sound.â
He touches you too often. Hand brushing your lower back when he walks past. Fingers grazing yours when he hands you something. Sitting just a little too close on your couch, his thigh pressed against yours like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
You hold strongâfor a while.
Until he stays over one night, after watching some late-night sci-fi re-run and falling asleep on your couch like a smug golden retriever with abs.
You try to nudge him awake.
You fail.
Hard.
He catches your wrist in his sleep, pulls you down half-on top of him, murmurs your name like itâs a secret prayer, and buries his face in your neck.
You donât sleep.
Your body is screaming.
But your heart?
Itâs terrified.
â
When morning comes, you wake to him cooking in your kitchen like he belongs there, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair a mess, singing your song under his breath.
You freeze in the doorway.
He sees you.
And smiles.
Like youâre not the one who spent ten years hiding a love that almost broke you. Like heâs not here to crack it wide open.
âMorning, sweetheart,â Caleb says softly. âStay.â
You almost do.
But you donât.
Not yet.

You think you're doing a good job keeping him at bay.
Youâre not.
Because Caleb is everywhere now.
Heâs in your kitchen again, humming off-key as he steals bites from your cooking. Heâs draped across your couch like itâs his favorite place in the world. Heâs in the way he looks at you like you invented gravity, like youâre the only thing keeping him grounded.
You keep your walls up.
But he keeps coming.
Like he knows youâre lying every time you act unaffected.
â
One night, after a long mission and even longer silence, he shows up unannounced. Eyes shadowed. Mouth grim. Shoulders tense with something unspoken.
You open the door.
He doesnât say a wordâjust walks past you, breath ragged.
You follow him into your living room. âCaleb?â
âI thought I lost you again,â he says, voice low.
Your stomach drops. âWhat?â
He turns to face you, and itâs like the air shifts. Thickens.
âI heard your name over the comms. Brief moment of static. No confirmation you made it out. Just radio silence.â
You cross your arms. âI made it out fine.â
âI didnât know that,â he snaps. âAnd for a second, I thoughtââ He cuts himself off, jaw tight.
You exhale. âIâm used to people not checking in.â
âIâm not people.â
He stalks closer.
You step back.
He follows.
âI donât care how many times you push me away. You donât get to disappear on me.â
âAnd what am I supposed to do?â you throw back. âPretend like none of this hurts? Like I didnât bleed for you in silence for years while you played hero somewhere else?â
âI know.â
âDo you?â Your voice cracks. âBecause I canât let myself fall again, Caleb. Not if you're just gonna walk away when it gets hard.â
He grabs your wrist.
Not rough. Just certain.
âLook at me.â
You donât.
So he tips your chin up with two fingers.
His eyes are burning.
âI am not going anywhere. I don't care how long it takes. You can scream, you can run, you can tell me you hate me. Iâll still be right here.â
âWhy?â you whisper, eyes glossy. âWhy now?â
âBecause Iâve loved you longer than I even understood what that meant,â he breathes. âAnd Iâm done pretending I donât want every single part of you.â
His other hand slides to your waist, slow and reverent.
Your breath hitches.
You can feel his heartbeat through your palm. Fast. Desperate.
The heat between you is unbearable.
One tilt of your head and youâd be kissing him again.
You want to.
God, you ache to.
But instead, you whisper, âThis changes nothing.â
He leans in, nose brushing yours.
âWrong,â Caleb whispers, his voice rough with restraint. âIt changes everything.â
But he doesnât kiss you.
Not this time.
He lets you go.
And itâs infuriatingâbecause now you want him even more.

The first thing you notice is the lightâsoft gold spilling through your curtains, catching on floating dust motes, warming the edges of the sheets tangled around your legs.
The second thing you notice is the heat.
Not the weather. Not the blanket.
Him.
Your breath stills.
Because Calebâs wrapped around you like he owns you.
Whichâhe doesnât.
He shouldnât.
And yet here you are, cocooned in his arms, his entire body molded to yours like you were sculpted to fit him. Your head is pillowed on his chest, right over the steady, heavy thump of his heart. One of his hands is buried in your hair, fingers gently tangled, the other gripping your waist in a possessive clutch that hasnât loosened even in sleep.
You remember falling asleep with your back to him.
You do not remember signing up for this full-body cuddle trap.
Then there's his thighâwedged between your legs like it lives there.
Your cheeks burn.
âOkay,â you whisper to yourself. âTime to get out before you completely lose your mind.â
You try to slip away quietly.
You wiggle.
No movement.
You nudge his hand.
His grip tightens.
You try prying his fingers from your waist. Itâs like wrestling a bear. A warm, unfairly smug bear.
You let out a frustrated sigh and attempt to roll awayâbut the second you shift, Caleb lets out a low, sleepy groan. His body shifts with yours, tightening the hold, his thigh sliding higher. His lips brush your neck, parting slightlyâ
And then he nibbles.
You whimper.
It betrays you instantly.
That quiet little sound. The one that escapes before you can swallow it.
Caleb hums. The vibrations rumble through his chest, into your cheek.
And thenâ
âMm... morning,â he murmurs, voice wrecked and delicious.
You go still.
âCaleb,â you say, your voice a warning.
His lips find your pulse point. âYou smell good,â he slurs, still half-asleep, tone thick with something dangerous.
His thigh rocks just slightly forward. Pressure, heat.
You squeak.
His arms tighten like steel bands.
Heâs caging you in.
âC-Caleb, get offâthis isâthis is not appropriate!â
Another sleepy groan. His lips ghost along your jaw. âYouâre so warm.â
Your brain short-circuits.
âYouâre dreaming,â you say, trying desperately to breathe like a normal person. âThis is a dream. Youâre dreaming. Let me go.â
He chucklesâchuckles. A deep, lazy sound against your neck. âIf Iâm dreaming, Iâm never waking up.â
Then his hips shift. Just barely.
But enough.
âCaleb!â
His eyes snap open.
You expect guilt.
What you get is heat.
Raw, focused, and dangerous.
He blinks once. Then twice. Thenâ
His hand slides from your waist to the small of your back. His nose brushes yours.
âI was trying to be good,â Caleb murmurs. âYou have no idea how hard itâs been.â
You do, actually.
Because itâs been hell for you, too.
Youâre seconds from giving inâcompletely, helplesslyâwhen you shove at his chest with both hands and scramble out from beneath him.
Youâre standing, heart racing, cheeks flushed, breathless.
Caleb just smirks from the bed, messy-haired and golden in the morning light. âWhat? You gonna pretend you didnât enjoy that?â
You throw a pillow at his face.
âOut,â you snap.
He catches it effortlessly. âNo breakfast first?â
You march to the door.
âFine, fine. But next time?â He swings his legs over the edge and stands, gaze searing into yours. âYouâll beg me to stay.â
You slam the door in his face.
It doesnât stop your knees from buckling.

It happens fast.
Too fast for logic. Too fast for the walls youâve spent years constructing around your traitorous heart.
One moment youâre arguingâagain. Another stupid quip from him, another reckless flirtation that turns your blood to fire. Youâre trying to hold on to the last shred of distance between you, snapping something half-hearted and defensiveâ
And then Caleb moves.
He grabs your wrists, spinning you with dizzying ease, and slams them gently but firmly against the wall. Your back hits the cold surface. His body follows.
You gasp.
His eyes meet yours.
They are ravenous.
âI canât do this anymore,â Caleb says, voice low, feral, shaking with restraint. âI canât keep pretending I donât want to devour you.â
Your breath catches.
And then he kisses you.
Hard.
Not sweet. Not tentative.
Possessive.
Like heâs claiming what was always his.
Your body jerks with the force of it, your wrists still caged in his hands above your head. You try to twist freeânot to escape, but because itâs too much, all-consuming, desperate.
He doesnât let you go.
He presses closer instead, chasing your mouth with his own, drinking in every gasp, every shuddering moan you try to swallow.
You break away for airâjust for a secondâand he follows, mouth trailing your jaw, nipping your throat, sucking a mark into the skin just below your ear.
âCalebââ you manage, but it comes out a whimper.
His pelvis grinds into yours, deliberate and aching. The friction draws a strangled sound from your throat.
âOh godââ
âThatâs it,â he groans against your skin. âThat sound. Iâve imagined it every night. Every. Damn. Night.â
His hands leave your wristsâonly to slide down your arms, your sides, until theyâre clutching your hips like he might fall apart if he lets go. He lifts you onto the wall, thigh pressing between your legs, grinding again.
Your fingers tangle in his shirt, yanking him closer even as your brain screams to stop this.
But your body?
Your body is already his.
âTell me to stop,â Caleb breathes, forehead pressed to yours, chest heaving.
You donât.
You canât.
Thereâs no pretending anymore. No wall to hide behind.
Because the truth isâhe touches you like a man starved, but worships you like you're divine.
His lips return to yours, slower this time but no less intense, and it feels like every missed moment, every unsent letter, every buried ache is burning through the kiss.
His self-control shatters.
And you let it.
Because thereâs no going back now.
Thereâs a momentâbarely a breathâafter that kiss.
His forehead presses to yours, both of you trembling, not just from adrenaline but from something deeper. Something that feels like standing on the edge of a cliff after running your whole life just to avoid the fall.
He whispers your name like a secret, like a vow. It breaks you a little, how he says it. Like heâs tasting the weight of it for the first time.
Then he moves.
Your legs wrap around his waist without thoughtâinstinct meeting inevitability. You're holding on to the only thing in the room that feels real. He lifts you as if he was made to, the heat between you palpable, a pulse that beats beneath your skin, echoing every missed chance and quiet longing.
The kiss deepens. Desperate, molten, tasting of years swallowed down and swallowed whole. His hands are everywhereâanchoring, memorizing, shaking just slightly from how hard heâs holding back.
He carries you through the house like a man possessed. Not with lust, but with ache. The bedroom door shuts with a thud behind you, and suddenly the air is full of promises, unspoken but heavy. When your back meets the mattress, he followsâsolid and unyielding. Not crushing, but overwhelming in the way only someone you've loved for too long can be.
His weight is warmth, his gaze all hunger and reverence. His hands slide beneath your clothes, not to strip, but to feel. His palm over your heart. His fingers brushing your ribs like counting the years apart. Every touch says: I missed this. I missed you.
âYou still gonna pretend you donât want this?â he murmurs, his voice low, scraping over the tenderest parts of you.
You try to breathe out a laugh, but it catches on something in your throatâemotion, maybe. Want, definitely.
His mouth presses to your skin in a trail thatâs less possession and more devotion. His touch follows, mapping you slowly, like he's rediscovering a land he once called home. You feel yourself arch into him, answer him without words, because words were never big enough for this.
He whispers things youâll remember laterâsoft confessions and raw need laced with regret for every year wasted. You shiver when his breath touches your skin, when his fingers slide across bare inches you didn't mean to offer but couldn't deny.
And then... silence. Not because the moment ends. But because it begins.
Everything else fades.
There are no sharp lines, only sensationâheat and trembling limbs, quiet gasps, and the way your fingers fist into his shirt like youâll fall apart without him there to catch you.
You lose time in the haze of it. In the rhythm of closeness, of skin against skin, of hearts beating so loud they drown out thought. You feel unraveled. Revered. Completely undone. Not by action, but by intent.
After, when the quiet stretches between you and your breath finally slows, he doesnât let go. He stays draped over you, face buried in the crook of your neck like heâs terrified youâll vanish if he opens his eyes.
âThis isnât over,â he says. His voice is hoarse, a whisper etched with everything heâs never said aloud. âIâm not letting you go. Not this time.â
And for the first time, you let yourself believe it.
Not because of what just happened.
But because of everything that didnât need to.

You lost track of how long ago the sun set.
The air is heavy with heat and sweat, your skin slick against the sheets. Youâre boneless, trembling, lips swollen from kisses too deep, too desperate. Every nerve is raw. Every breath you take shudders.
And Caleb?
Caleb is still going.
He hovers above you, eyes dark with something starvedâlike heâs been waiting his whole life for this and now that he has you, he doesnât know how to stop. His hands roam as if relearning the shape of you again and again, like the memory alone will never be enough.
âWeâre not done,â he murmurs, brushing hair from your damp forehead. âNot yet.â
You try to protest, but all that leaves you is a soft, aching sound.
He smilesâsoft, wicked, reverent.
And leans in to kiss you like itâs the first time all over again.

You're floating.
Barely conscious, held together by the fragile thread of Calebâs body wrapped around yours, his breath a soft rhythm against your neck.
Your limbs are jelly. Your thighs ache. Your lips are kiss-bitten and bruised, and you're so sensitive that every inch of you shivers when he so much as adjusts beside you.
And yetâeven now, even after hoursâhe wonât stop touching.
Not in the same feral, frantic way as before. No. Now itâs worship.
He kisses the curve of your shoulder, the back of your neck, your spine. His fingertips trace lazy, possessive patterns into your hips. He murmurs thingsâsome unintelligible, some far too intimate.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispers against your skin.
âI missed you.â
âIâll never let you go again.â
Youâre too tired to reply. Your voice is hoarse from screaming, from moaning his name over and over, but your heart responds like a bell rung too hard. It throbs.
Eventually, he gets upâonly to return with a warm towel, water, a fresh shirt. He tends to you with gentle hands, murmuring apologies each time you flinch from how sensitive you are, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, your knuckles.
When he finally slides into the shower with you, your body instinctively leans into his. The water is hot, soothing, washing away the sweat, the stickiness, the evidence of your complete and total unraveling.
But not the ache. Not the possessiveness.
He sits on the tiled bench and pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling him, head tucked under his chin. Youâre exhausted, wreckedâand heâs still hard beneath you.
You give him a look thatâs half horror, half disbelief.
He smirks, eyes dark and gleaming. âI told you, Iâm not finished.â
âCalebââ
âI owe you,â he says, voice dipping low. âFor every year I didnât touch you. For every time you cried over me in silence. For every word in those letters I shouldâve read sooner.â
Your breath hitches.
And then his lips descend againâslow, tender, reverent. As if heâs trying to memorize this version of you, water-slicked and trembling in his arms, yours at last.
Back in bed, you collapse into his chest, body boneless, heart hammering.
And just when you think heâs finally doneâ
He shifts again.
Rolls you beneath him.
âYouâre not going to let me sleep?â you rasp.
His fingers trail down your body, between your thighs, making you jolt.
âNo,â he breathes against your ear. âYouâre not sleeping until Iâve claimed every inch of you. Until you canât think of anything but me.â
You should tell him to stop.
You donât.
Because the truth is: every part of you belongs to him already.
And now?
Heâs going to make sure you never forget it.

The morning after feels⊠dangerous.
Not because youâre in any real perilâbut because itâs blissfully quiet, and the man who wrecked you within an inch of your life is humming softly in your kitchen, shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants slung far too low on his hips, looking like the devil himself in domestic drag.
You barely make it through the doorway, each step a careful negotiation with gravity and sore muscles. Your thighs ache. Your back aches. Everything aches. But the moment Caleb glances over his shoulder and smirks at your limp?
Oh, you want to punch him.
Or kiss him.
Or both.
âYouâre up,â he says, voice as smug as the day is long.
âI tried to stay asleep,â you deadpan. âBut someone kept me up all night.â
He chucklesâlow and wickedâand sets a mug of coffee on the counter for you.
âConsider it payback.â
You squint at him. âFor what?â
His eyes drop to your hips, the curve of your throat, the faint marks blooming on your skin like war medals.
âFor every letter you wrote and never gave me.â
Your stomach drops.
The mug clatters slightly when you set it down too fast.
Youâd almost forgotten. Almost managed to push aside the mortifying knowledge that he read everything.
And yet, here he isâutterly unbothered, possibly turned on, casually flipping pancakes like he didnât spend the night wrecking you with the very fantasies you'd penned in lonely bedrooms and late-night heartbreak.
âYou read them all,â you say, not quite a question.
He looks at you over his shoulder. âMemorized. Studied. Jerkââ
âDo not finish that sentence, Caleb.â
He only grins wider.
You try to be casual, sip your coffee, lean against the wall like youâre not reliving every desperate, depraved word heâs now got locked and loaded in that beautiful head of his. But heâs already watching you too closely. Reading you like one of those letters.
âThere's one you missed,â you murmur before you can stop yourself.
He freezes.
Slowly, slowly, he turns. âWhere?â
You bite your lip.
âThe drawer by my bed. Bottom one.â
Heâs gone before you even blink.
Your heart is pounding.
By the time you stumble after him, heâs already sitting on the bed, letter in hand. Itâs the last one. The one you wrote when you thought youâd never see him again. It was raw, feralâfilled with longing so thick it could drown you.
He reads it silently. His jaw tightens. His Adamâs apple bobs hard.
When he finishes, he just looks at you.
Youâre not sure what you expect.
But you do not expect him to throw the letter down and stand up like that.
âIâm going to ruin you again,â he says, voice low. âAnd this time, it wonât stop until you beg me to believe youâre mine.â
Your knees buckle.
But heâs already crossing the room.
Already crowding you against the wall, hands gripping your thighs, lifting you effortlessly until your back hits wood and your legs wrap around him like muscle memory.
âCalebââ you gasp, but he silences you with a kiss thatâs pure possession.
âNo more running. No more letters.â He grinds against you, voice rasping. âYou want to scream my name? Do it now. Right here. Where I can answer every word.â
And you do.
God help you, you do.
â
You don't know how you made it through round... whatever number that was. Your body's a puddle, your skin still humming, but Caleb is finally calm. Sated, for now. The hunger in his eyes has simmered down into something deeperâsomething dangerous in its quiet intensity.
Heâs seated now, bare chest gleaming faintly in the afternoon light, legs spread with an unmistakable air of ownership. Youâre half-draped across his torso, wearing one of his shirts that swallows you whole. He holds you with one arm looped securely around your waist, the other hand delicately unfolding that last letter. The most intimate one. The one you never meant anyoneâespecially himâto see.
You try not to squirm as he reads it again, slowly, as if committing every line to memory.
You can feel his eyes on the pageâbut his attention is on you.
âYou wrote this two years ago,â he says softly, thumb brushing idle circles against your inner thigh. âI was at the edge of the solar belt. Couldnât sleep that night. I felt⊠off. Like I was missing something.â
You glance down, ashamed. âDonât romanticize it.â
âIâm not,â he replies simply. âIâm aligning timelines.â
Your heart stutters. His hand stills.
âDo you want me to stop reading?â he asks, genuine this time.
You consider it. Swallow. Then shake your head.
He nods, kisses your temple.
Another beat of silence. The room smells of skin and paper and sunlight.
Then, quietly, with a low chuckle, he murmurs:
âI should have known,â he mutters, âyou liked being chased. You always did, even as a kid. Remember all those games of tag?â
You remember.
And you remember how heâd always let you winâjust enoughâbefore pulling you back into his arms with that sly smile of his, the one that made your heart race and your stomach flip.
You squirm, face heating. âThatâs different.â
âIt was always you,â he says softly. âEven when I didnât know what I was looking for. Iâd follow you through fields, parks, school halls. Youâd run, Iâd chase. Every time.â
His voice dips, husky but no longer carnal. âYou were never hiding from me. You were waiting for me to catch up.â
Your throat tightens.
âAnd I did.â He sets the letter aside. âFinally.â
The intensity softens into something almost unbearably tender. His fingers curl beneath your chin and tilt your face up.
âNo more letters,â he murmurs. âIf thereâs something you want⊠tell me. If you need something⊠Iâll listen. If you feel too muchâgood. So do I.â
You try to look away, but he wonât let you.
âYouâve already stripped yourself bare,â he whispers, brushing your hair back. âNow let me carry the weight.â
And just like that, your defenses crumbleâslowly, quietly, like a dam leaking at the seams.
You rest your forehead against his. His lips ghost over yours. Thereâs no urgency. No fire.
Just heat. Banked and waiting.
And when he pulls you closer, tucks you against his chest, and lets out a slow breathâyou swear you can feel his heartbeat echo your own.

The world outside is quiet, but inside your home, chaos reigns.
âHey! Give that back!â you shout, laughing breathlessly as you chase after Caleb, whoâs casually sauntering around your kitchenâyour kitchenâholding your favorite coffee mug high above his head like a trophy.
Bastard.Â
âThis?â Caleb grins, the morning light making his messy hair look unfairly golden, like he just strolled out of a dream. âYou mean our mug now. Community property.â
âThatâs not how this works!â You make a wild grab for it, but he just shifts it higher, smirking like heâs enjoying this a little too much.
Maybe itâs the fact that heâs only in a loose pair of joggers, the drawstring barely tied, his chest bare and warm and still a little damp from his earlier shower. Maybe itâs the way he looks at youâlike youâre the only thing in the world worth teasing, worth chasing. Whatever it is, your heart flutters violently in your chest.
âCaleb, I swearââ you lunge for him again.
He catches you effortlessly, laughing as he spins you around until your back is pressed against his chest, trapping you in his arms. The mug dangles in front of you tauntingly. His scent envelops youâfresh soap, coffee, and something thatâs just him.
âSay please,â he whispers into your ear, his breath warm, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
You wriggle in his arms, only managing to grind yourself back against his hips in the most scandalous way. Calebâs arms tighten, his low groan rumbling against your back.
You freeze, heat flooding your cheeks. Damn him.
Caleb chuckles, feeling the way you stiffen. âCareful, sweetheart. Youâre playing with fire this early in the morning.â
âYou started it,â you mutter, glaring over your shoulder.
He grins lazily, shameless. âIâll finish it, too.â
Before you can retort, he finally, finally relinquishes the mug, setting it gently on the counter. You think youâre safeâuntil he sweeps you off your feet in one effortless move, carrying you bridal style toward the couch.
âCaleb! Put me down!â you yelp, pounding your fists against his chest, but heâs unbothered, humming a tune under his breath like this is the most normal thing in the world.
âShhh. Weâre doing Sunday properly,â he says, plopping down onto the couch and settling you firmly on his lap, caging you in with his arms. âCoffee. Couch. Cuddles. Mandatory.â
You open your mouth to protest, but his hand cups the back of your head, gently guiding you to rest against his shoulder. His touch is slow, deliberate, almost reverent.
You can feel the tension humming between youâthick, electricâbut somehow, it doesnât feel urgent. It feels⊠safe. Warm. Like you could fall asleep right here and Caleb would keep the whole world away from you.
You sigh, feeling your body relax against him despite yourself.
âThis isnât fair,â you grumble.
âWhatâs not fair?â he asks, voice low and teasing as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
âYou being so⊠soâŠâ You gesture vaguely, words failing you. How do you describe this? Caleb being infuriating and sweet and annoyingly perfect, all wrapped up in one stupidly handsome package?
âSo what?â he presses, feigning innocence. His hand strokes lazily up and down your spine, his touch feather-light.
You groan into his chest. âEverything.â
He laughsâreally laughsâand the sound rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating against you. You canât help the small smile that creeps across your face. You hate how easy it is to be soft with him. How easy it is to fall harder when you promised yourself youâd be careful.
âYouâre stuck with me now, sweetheart,â Caleb says, dropping his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with something raw and unspoken. âMight as well get used to it.â
Your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, and for once, you donât have a snarky reply. Just thisâthis impossible, chaotic, beautiful morning. His arms around you. His laugh in your ears. His heartbeat steady beneath your hand.
Maybe you are stuck with him.
Maybe you want to be.
And when Caleb presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lipsâtender, warm, unbearably sweetâyou know youâre completely, hopelessly, irreversibly his.
And judging by the way he smiles against your mouth, he's known it all along.

Your lunch is burning.
You know it isâbecause you can smell the faint scent of charred vegetablesâand yet, you canât do anything about it.
Because Caleb.
Because Caleb, who has one arm lazily wrapped around your waist, caging you against the counter, a spatula abandoned nearby. Because Caleb, who keeps murmuring absolutely mortifying things against your ear in that deep, smug voice of his, his lips brushing your skin with every word.
Because Caleb, who somehowâsomehowâhas memorized every single humiliating word you ever wrote to him.
You try not to die of embarrassment right there.
âYou know,â Caleb drawls, his voice a slow purr against your ear, âyou were really dramatic back in middle school. I believe it went something likeââ he clears his throat exaggeratedly, clearly having way too much fun, ââDear Caleb, I hate you so much I hope you trip and fall into a mud puddle in front of the entire school. Maybe then youâll stop being so full of yourself.ââ
You groan, shoving your sleeves over your face, mortified. âStopppp.â Youâre basically trying to melt into the counter at this point.
But Calebâs laughing, warm and delighted, peeling your sleeves down to expose your burning face. He lives for this now, clearly. Every time you squirm, he looks like heâs won the lottery.
âAnd thenâthen,â he continues gleefully, ignoring your protests, âin high school, when I got a little popular⊠You wrote, âCongratulations, Prince Charming. Maybe one day youâll notice the loyal commoner you left in the dust. But no worries. Iâm totally fine. Totally. Absolutely fine. Not like I ever cared anyway.ââ
He recites it with dramatic flair, clutching his chest like a wounded lover. You are dying inside.
âOh my God, Caleb,â you hiss, trying to hide your face again. âShut up! I was, like, fifteen! I didnât know anything about anything!â
He laughs again, low and fond, his chest vibrating against your back. âYou knew enough to break my heart, sweetheart,â he murmurs, and you feel the serious undercurrent beneath all the teasingâthe raw affection.
You twist in his grip, attempting to shove him away, but he just effortlessly manhandles you into his lap instead. One strong arm loops around your waist, the other sneaks into your hair, stroking it slowly, tangling his fingers through the strands.
You pout at him, cheeks still on fire. âYouâre so annoying.â
His grin softens into something devastatingly tender. His eyes burn bright and molten as he stares at you, like youâre the only thing in the entire world.
âNot done yet,â he murmurs.
Your stomach drops.
You already know what's coming. The worst part.
Caleb leans down, nuzzles against your temple, and in a low, sinful voice, whispers, âAnd then there were the ones where you couldnât stop thinking about me at night.â
You jerk, mortified, but he tightens his hold on you, trapping you snug against him. His lips graze your ear.
âYou had so many thoughts about me,â he says, voice dropping impossibly lower. âAbout what you wanted me to do to you. About what you wanted to do to me.â He chuckles darkly when you squeak and try to wriggle away.
âI can quote those too, if you want,â he teases mercilessly. âMaybe I should start with the one where you described me tying you up with my DAA-issued tactical beltââ
âCALEB!!â you shriek, smacking his chest as he throws his head back laughing.
You bury your face in his shoulder, absolutely vibrating with secondhand embarrassment, whimpering, âIâm going to die. Iâm actually going to die.â
âNo, youâre not,â he says, pressing kisses to your hairline, your forehead, your temple, over and over again until your trembling subsides into quiet giggles. His arms are warm and unrelenting around you.
You risk peeking up at himâand freeze.
Heâs staring down at you with a look so filled with adoration it physically steals the air from your lungs. His hand cups your jaw so gently it makes your heart ache.
âYouâre my life,â Caleb says, voice rough with feeling. âYouâve always been my life. You just didnât know it yet.â
You blink up at him, stunned, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest.
Slowly, shyly, you rest your forehead against his, your hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your palms.
Caleb exhales shakily, as if the moment is too big even for him.
The smell of burnt food lingers, the sun pours golden light across the kitchen, and you sit there, tangled up in him, the most chaotic, beautiful, utterly yours thing youâve ever had.
âGuess Iâm stuck with you, huh?â you whisper, a teasing glint in your eye.
Calebâs smile turns crooked, boyish.
âForever, sweetheart,â he murmurs.
And then he kisses you, slow and deep and soft, like a promise heâs waited a lifetime to keep.
â
Later that night, you're curled up on the couch together, tangled in a heap of limbs and fluffy throw blankets, a low movie playing in the background.
Youâre half-dozing, feeling deliciously warm and safe against Calebâs chest, his heartbeat lulling you into a haze. His hand strokes lazily through your hair, fingertips dragging slow, lazy patterns against your scalp.
Youâre just about to slip under completely whenâ
"Sweetheart?" Calebâs voice, deceptively casual.
You hum in response, not even bothering to open your eyes.
"What's this? Another letter?"
You tense immediately.
No.
No no no.
Your eyes snap open in horror just in time to see Caleb, that absolute devil, pulling out one of the more battered, worn pieces of paper from somewhere.
You gasp, trying to grab for it, but he holds it way above your head, smirking like the cat who caught the canary.
"Caleb!" you shriek, flailing. "Put it away! You can'tâ!"
He just laughs and pins you down easily with one hand on your waist, straddling your thighs to trap you in place.
âI think the people deserve to hear this one,â he teases, that wicked glint in his eye. âSpecifically, me.â
He clears his throat dramatically while you writhe helplessly beneath him.
"âItâs not fair,â" Caleb reads aloud, smirking as he drags his gaze down your squirming body. "âItâs not fair how he fills out his uniform. How his gloves tighten around his fingers. How I canât stop thinking about what those hands would feel like on my skin. How I dream about him tying my wrists, whispering filthy promises against my neckââ"
"CALEB!!" you wail, smacking your hands against his chest in a feeble attempt to stop him. Your face is boiling hot.
But Caleb, the menace, the absolute menace, just grins wider, loving every second of your humiliation.
"And it goes on," he says gleefully, ignoring your mortified whimper. "âHow I'd let him do anything to me. How I'd beg him to lose control. How much I crave him, every breath, every heartbeat, like I'm dying of thirst in a desert and he's the only water I'll ever want.â"
Your soul tries to physically leave your body.
You slap your hands over your face, wishing for death.
"Please," you moan into your palms, "Caleb, please stopâ"
But he just chuckles darkly, leaning down until his nose brushes yours, his voice dropping to a sinful murmur.
âYou really should have mailed this one, sweetheart,â he says, eyes smoldering. "Wouldâve saved us a lot of time."
You whimper, still hiding your face. He peels your hands away from your burning cheeks gently but firmly, making you meet his gaze.
Calebâs smile turns unbearably tender as he cradles your flushed face between his palms, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.
"I memorized every word," he says softly. "Every single one. They're engraved into me now. Just like you."
Your heart stutters painfully in your chest.
You can't look away from himâthose devastating sunset eyes drinking you in like you hung the stars.
He dips his head lower, kissing the corner of your mouth, slow and reverent.
âYouâre mine,â Caleb murmurs, voice rough with possessiveness and love. âYou always were.â
You melt completely, boneless in his hold, helpless against himâas youâve always been.
"Caleb..." you whisper, voice trembling.
He smiles that slow, infuriating, dangerous smileâand promptly starts tickling you, laughing when you shriek and try to wriggle free, your earlier mortification forgotten in a burst of chaotic laughter and flailing limbs.
You scream his name, half furious, half in love.
Caleb just laughs like itâs the happiest sound in the world.

Itâs late.
Not the deep velvet of midnight, but that quiet hour when the world seems suspended in hush. The city hums softly beyond the windows, and the room is awash in the muted amber of a bedside lamp. You're tangled together beneath the sheetsânot in passion this time, but in something far more dangerous.
Vulnerability.
Caleb lies on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that look againâthe one that's too tender, too knowing. His fingers trail lazily across your arm, like he canât stop touching you even now. Like heâs making sure youâre still here.
âI shouldâve reached out sooner,â he says.
You stay quiet. Not because you're angry. Because you're afraid of what might come next.
âI didnât date her,â he adds, so casually it nearly slips by.
You blink.
âWhat?â
âShe wasnât mine,â he says. âNever was. I thoughtâŠâ He hesitates. âI thought she might be the only person who could understand what I was becoming. The training. The pressure. But it was never romantic. Not even close.â
Your throat feels tight. You shift, pulling the blanket up like armor.
âThen why didnât you call? Or message? Orâanything, Caleb? You just vanished.â
He exhales, slow and jagged.
âI was afraid,â he admits.
You glance up, surprised.
He stares at the ceiling, jaw clenched. âNot of the missions. Not of the fleet. I was afraid that if I talked to you, really talked to you, Iâd drop everything just to be near you. I was already teetering. One video call and I wouldâve been done for.â
Your heart twists painfully.
âYou idiot,â you whisper. âI wouldâve taken you. In any form.â
âI didnât want you to take less of me.â He looks at you then, eyes bare, voice rough. âI wanted to be worthy of what you wrote in those letters. Of the way you looked at me when we were kids.â
You want to scream. Or cry. Or maybe just bury your face in his chest until the years melt away.
âYou were worthy, Caleb. You just⊠didnât believe it.â
A silence settles. Not heavy. Just real.
He pulls you closer. One hand cradling your head to his chest, the other tangled in your fingers beneath the sheets. You listen to his heartbeat again.
Stronger now.
Steady.
âFor the record,â he murmurs, âwhen I read the one about the lakeâwhen we were sixteenâI nearly lost it. I remember that night. I didnât know what to do with the way I felt back then.â
You squeeze his hand. âYou pushed me into the water.â
âYou screamed my name so loud, half the neighborhood heard.â
You smile despite yourself.
Then softer, quieter:
âI used to dream about that moment, you know? If you ever found the letters. If you ever came back.â
âAnd now that I have?â
Your smile fades. You tilt your head up and find him waiting. Bare. Present.
âI donât want dreams anymore,â you whisper.
âGood,â Caleb says, leaning down until his lips barely brush yours. âBecause Iâm not leaving this time. And I donât need letters. I have you.â
And when he kisses you, itâs not a claim.
Itâs a promise.

The shuttle touches down with a soft hiss, and before the hatch even fully opens, you're hit with the scent of your hometownâfamiliar, grounding, sweetened by nostalgia. The air is different here. Softer. Like time slows down just enough to let you breathe.
Caleb steps out behind you, his duffel slung lazily over one shoulder. His eyes sweep over the old landing port, the cracked pavement, the overgrown grass curling at the edges of fences long forgotten. He doesn't say anything for a moment.
Then, quietly: âItâs smaller than I remember.â
You huff a laugh. âBecause weâre bigger now.â
He looks at youâreally looks. âYou are.â
Thereâs a weight to those words you donât touch yet. Not here. Not now.
The town unfolds before you like a photographâfaded but warm. You walk the familiar streets side by side, shoulders brushing, passing your old school, the corner store where you used to pool pocket change for sweets, the park where youâd play tag until dusk.
âI remember this tree,â Caleb murmurs, stopping beneath the one with the warped trunk. âYou used to climb it like a gremlin.â
âYou fell out of it once,â you remind him. âCried for hours.â
He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âAnd you didnât leave my side.â
A beat of silence.
âYou always stayed,â he says.
You glance at him, the late afternoon sun haloing his profile. âYou just didnât always notice.â
His jaw tightens, but he doesnât argue. Instead, his hand brushes yours. Then lingers. Then takes it fully.
You donât let go.
The path takes you past your childhood home. Your heart kicks up. The windows are still the same. The porch swing still crooked. You half expect to hear your mother calling you in for dinner. Caleb pauses beside you.
âI remember sneaking out through your window,â he says with a crooked grin. âYou made me carry that squeaky chair so we wouldnât get caught.â
âYou always stepped on the wrong floorboard anyway,â you mutter. âWe always got caught.â
âWorth it,â he murmurs. âEvery single time.â
You donât speak again until you're standing at the edge of the lakeâthe one you wrote about. The one where you screamed his name across the water. It looks just like it did then.
The sun dips low, painting the surface gold.
You watch the light scatter across the waves, lost in thought.
âI didnât know you loved me then,â he says, voice quiet. âBut I felt it. In every laugh. Every fight. Every stupid dare. I felt it. I just didnât have the words.â
Your throat tightens.
âI didnât either,â you say. âSo I wrote them instead.â
He turns to you slowly. âNo more letters,â he whispers.
Then, gently, reverently, Caleb cups your face.
You close your eyes.
The kiss is soft this time. Not a promise or a possession. Just a memory, coming full circle.
Just two people who finally stopped running.

NOTES: guys I'm so embarrassed, I can't believe I posted the unedited version!!! I didn't like how instead of talking through their issues these two went to bang instead, AHHH this is so embarrassing!!!
#meliora writes#love and deepspace#caleb love and deepspace#caleb x reader#lads caleb#caleb x you#reader is not mc#non mc reader#lads fluff#lads fanfic#xia yizhou#xia yizhou x you#yearning hours#lads smut#xia yizhou smut#love and deepspace caleb#lads angst#fic: letters unsent
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fratboy gojo x f!reader- NSFW- masturbation (Satoru hehe) and mentions of previous sex w/reader- extra scenes from Took you Like a Shot
Fratboy Gojo remembers that night between you both, sure he was annihilated by that beer pong tournament, but how could he forget tasting that jungle juice off your lips? how could he forget the squelching wetness of your slick pussy on his fingers?
Fratboy Gojo is jerking off to the thought of you in the middle of a damn party, remembering how perfect you felt gripped around his length, he can't even look at another girl, not since that night. Not since he busted so deep in your perfect pussy, burying his face in your neck and inhaling that vanilla body spray you've tortured him with since high school.
Fratboy Gojo pictures those pretty nipples he'd yanked right out of that slutty little top you wore as he strokes up and down, spitting right on his cock while he leans back against the wall, whining out and wishing it was you instead. how sweet you tasted, your cock drunk eyes as he'd wrapped fingers around your delicate neck, whispering 'bend over, sweetheart, just like that'
Fratboy Gojo can't get the arch of your ass out of his head, nor the way you whined out 'f-fuck, there, there- Gojo' and he wished you'd call him Satoru, but when have you ever? He's pinching his tip now as a party rages, as women are dancing on each other and were flirting with him, trying to fuck him. But you did something- he can't even get hard for anything but the memory.
Fratboy Gojo is jerking desperately now, practically hearing the smacking sounds of his skin on yours, as his balls slapped your engorged clit, as his tip shoved into your cervix, and you'd bucked up, clinging to those sheets. 'Don't run away, baby' he whispers now, just like that night, as precum leaks out of his pretty pink tip, and he feels himself closer, closer, until his body releases, and he whimpers, yes he whimpers, as cum pulses out of his now blushed and swollen cock head, all over his hand.
Fratboy Gojo exhales in relief, cleaning up and just staring at your picture on your instagram, that's what made him like this, you look so happy, and he aches to heart it, but he doesn't, instead shoving it back in his jeans. He can't write you first, no, you need to come to him... right? His friends look at him questioningly, as he walks past more girls, to throw back a shot, trying to throw back the memories of you right with it... thinking about just how annoying you are, and how badly he wants to be inside you again
More scenes you may not see from the new story Took You Like a Shot <3 (we love a desperate Satoru hehe) set before reader tells him she's got a baby otw
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going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt
tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , iâm thirsting m sorry



osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack
as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. itâs not like you were uncomfortable with it ?
youâve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, youâve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush youâve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if heâs not an athlete anymoreâŠ
either way osamu always took care for you, he was always so careful when it comes to you , sure heâd playfully hit you here and there but it was nothing you couldnât handle
just imagine him cooking you a nice heart-warming meal, glancing at you every now and then while youâre sitting on the counter looking like a mess after a long exhausting day , wine glass in hand and rambling your worries away. it really became a ritual for you to swing by his place unannounced after a bad day.
heâd open the door with his signature lazy smile âya had a bad day?â you finally let you shoulders relax âlong story..â he steps back, inviting you in âi got timeâ.
sometimes osamu gets this weird feeling he canât explain when he realizes heâs seen you grow into a real woman, it really freaked him tf out when you told him you had your first time with some boy he never heard the name of.
he scolds you after a bad decision for sure , but heâs always there to comfort you right after. SO imagine his surprise when during a drunken confession after you finally listened to him and dumped your toxic bf, you admit to him between sobs that broke his heart into pieces
âwhy canât i find a guy that actually likes meâ?â your face was buried in his now wet tshirt , his strong arms holding you tight as if they were gonna protect you from feeling hurt, your words were muffled, melting together âwhy canât i find someone like you samuâŠim so jealous of the girl thatâs gonna be yoursâ holy fucking shit how was he so blind to never realize thisâŠ
thank god that night was complete blurry in your mind , so when you woke up the day completely hung over and found your beloved best friend making you breakfast with a bed hair and his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms that you find really hot for some reason , your slight blush was explained.
omfg the day he showed up to your workplace during his break with a well crafted lunch box he made full of delicious onigiris because he listens and he remembers that your annoying coworker kept flaunting her relationship to you and it pissed you off and you wanted to show her that you can pull too
ever since he realized the power he had over you, he wouldnât stop just picking at you and seeing how far he can go, he was basically testing the waters by stretching until his shirt lifts up, hold eye contact for a lil longer than what he should, and how he praises you donât get me startedddd
âyer actually pretty decent at thisâ when you cook dinner with him, âlook at ya bein all confident and independent !â when you actually tell the waiter they got your order wrong, âyer pretty distractinâ yk that? thatâs kinda dangerous.â
osamu was a pretty touchy guy, not overly cuddly or anything but he did enjoy proximity, heâd usually hold your wrist when passing crowds but for some reason he now held your waist, his touch gentle yet firm on you. istg his hand placement is impeccable
thereâs just something about him keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you thatâs so endearing, so caring and attentive to your lil daily struggles.
it all happened when you got your first tattoo, he had sent you to his friend whom he deemed good enough to ink your body. he was nervous and excited as if he was the one getting tattooed but thatâs mostly because you wanted to keep it a mystery, he knew that when he came home after closing the shop heâd find you there already.
there was just something so intimate about him coming back from work and finding you already at his place , he liked it, he could get use to it.
â âm here !â he yelled out closing the door behind him , analyzing you from head to toe as you pop infront of him with his tshirt and shorts on displaying an almost mischievous smile, his eyebrows creasing as he doesnât see any trace of a tattoo on your arms or legs, maybe it was on your shoulders?
he plopped down on his couch , man spreading âsoo⊠are ya gonna show me or ?â you happily turn to the side, his eyes widen as you lift up the shirt enough to reveal a sideboob tattoo. he sits up the shock visible on his face âholy shit cmereâ you obey him , getting closer for him to get a better look. with a swift motion his arm was now around your hip , pushing you to sit on one of his legs
he clearly recognized his friendâs intricate style, the design cupping the side of your boob, he wanted to admire his work but damn he felt a lil jealous that he worked so close to you. he finally looked at you only now noticing your reddish face
his face was just inches from yours, his previously shocked expression fading as he met your eyes. he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your jaw, and for a split second, everything around you felt quiet, just the two of you in that small space. he couldnât help but let out a small laugh, though, breaking the tension as he nudged you lightly
âdidnât know you had it in ya to do somethinâ like thatâ he whispered.
before you could answer, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, gently pulling you in. his lips brushed yours, just a soft, teasing touch, before pulling back slightly with that same smirk. âcouldnât resist,â he muttered under his breath, and this time, when he kissed you again, it was longer, deeperâno more teasing, just the feeling of the moment taking over.
iâm currently such a sucker for time skip osamu heâs all iâm thinking about
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midoriya being reader's and bakugou's biggest cheerleader, rooting for them since day one!?!?!?! đđ he literally watched his 2 friends grow up and fall in love...he's so happy for them đ„čđ like imagine the waterworks when they tell him they're (finally) in a relationship...if anyone believes in their love, it's midoriya!!!! đ
the way things go !
synopsis : izuku knows, he always has, but he'll let you both figure it out.
an. this is literally so cute i love this !! tysm for the ask, this is pretty late tho so super sorries about this if youre still sticking around anon :(( but i hope you (and all yall) enjoy!!
cw. fluffy fluff ! childhood friends YAAAAAAHâmiddle school katsuki lol, childhood to like second year of ua timeskip, lmk if there's anything else !
if he thinks hard enough, izuku midoriya can remember the exact moment he realised his best friend had fallen in love with you.
you'd gone from being a new addition to their little friend group to you guys being so tight knit that people automatically associated you all together, if one was aroundâthe other two were always expected nearby, a little trio.
sure, izuku never wanted anybody to feel left out, but you and kacchan were his best friends forever. you all had sleep overs at katsuki's house and went out for ice cream, visit for birthdays and stay up late to watch tv and tell scary stories under the covers. katsuki always pulled mean little pranks afterwards which would always scare the pants off of izuku, you always reassured him though, saying katsuki was being stupid. he thought that it was really cool how you never seemed to get scared until he noticed how you'd jump sometimes, but he found you even cooler.
you were best friends forever, shown by the cool woven bracelets you'd gotten for your friends when you came back from a beach vacation with your family. kacchan had complained the entire time you were gone, calling everything boring without you, but he never said a word about it when you got back and smacked izuku on the arm hard when he'd tried to tell you how much they'd both missed you.
izuku had managed to rip his gaze off his bracelet, woven with green and shades of blue that matched the sea to look up at his friend to ask how he felt about his gift. katsuki's had hints of orange, reds and vibrant pinks and he didn't complain about it even though he always said it was a girl colour. red eyes like his bracelet fixed onto his arm.
"look and yours kinda looks like it has flames on it, see ? like your explosions !" you explained excitedly, and izuku couldn't help getting excited too. your humour was always contagious. "oh yeah, i see it !" he agreed and you look over at him to nod in approval, obviously proud of your choice. and izuku realised then that the blonde still hadn't said one word.
you didn't seem to mind though, still too excited from your trip and izuku's reaction to his gift. you stuck your arm against katsuki's and grabbed izuku's so he could stick it to his, all your multicoloured bracelets coming together to form a mess of jumbled up colours "see, now we all match !" you exclaimed.
katsuki's cheeks were pink, stained and blotchy even through the worn out little bandaid stuck to his cheek. and all he could manage then was a nod, katsuki who you'd always call a big mouth was speechless and just nodded. izuku thought that was really weird
"i like it." he mumbled out quietly, obviously realising that you were now both awaiting an answer from him "we match," he repeated "but mines cooler." he finished off, crossing his arms and huffing to the sky proudly. and you burst out laughing, little giggles spill out and you break out into a laugh as you lean onto izuku. he can't help himself from laughing either. katsuki tries, really does, but he ends up laughing a bit too, nudging at your leg with his foot when you call him a big mouth.
and for the entire rest of the day, kacchan had found some excuse or other to drag you around and hold your hand, saying something about how you'd get lost since you were gone for so long, izuku thought that was weird too since you were only gone too weeks, but he quickly forgot about it. it was still hot when you got back, so you went for ice cream with money miss mitsuki had given you all to celebrate your return, and had gone to your (not so) secret spot by the river bank to laze around after your bellies were full.
the wind breezed through his clothes as izuku remembered the taste of his two scoops on his tongue, sighing and feeling himself getting sleepy. he hears you and kacchan talking.
he's talking about how your bracelet looks more like his, so you two match more. "that means you gotta stay with me forever so . . don't leave again." he mumbles, izuku hears the tugging and pulling of grass roots "was boring without you here." before he quickly catches himself with an "that's what izuku said." and the green haired boy answered with a sleepy "uhuh . . " that makes you giggle.
"i can ask my mom if you and izuku can come next time !" you chirp excitedly and you've always been contagious, so izuku responds again with a sleepy "yaaay . ." that makes you laugh.
when school started back up, katsuki had been quick to rip off his jacket and show off his bracelet to your friends, shown off by the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing. always proud to answer the question of where'd gotten his cool new bracelet with a loud "yn got it for me from when she went on her trip, i bet she didn't get you anything !"
always proud and showing off was a kacchan that izuku knew all too well. but it was always about himself, never about others. and yet here he was showing off your gift to anybody who would listen because you were best friends. izuku thinks he truly realised, not then, but during lunch break when kacchan had pushed a boy to the ground because he'd made fun of his bracelet and called it girly.
"not true !" he'd yelled "you're just mad 'cus yn didn't get you nothin' and she likes me more then you. i bet you're just jealous 'cus she hates you, she told me you stink !"
and that's when he knew. because all three of you were always together and izuku had never ever heard you say that. but it seemed that to katsuki, being hated by you was the worst thing imaginable.
and that's when he knew.
and to him it was only natural for katsuki, one of the coolest people he knew, to have a crush on the other coolest person he knew. but when he'd asked kacchan about it after school, he'd punched him in the shoulder and told him "n-no ! shut up, quit talking stupid !" even as his cheeks turned beet red and he trudged off to go grab his backpack.
there was no doubt about it, you had a crush on each other.
izuku knows it, he knows you both know it. so why don't you do anything about it ?! it's sorta been driving him crazy.
he sees it all. sure, him and kacchan don't actually hang out anymore, but you and izuku still hang out and he sees them. the looks, the almost touches and the teasing and the shoulder nudges andâseriously, does nobody else see this ?!
but he'll keep quiet, he won't force you to do anything, he'll let you both take your time. but it seems the blond has been getting more and more impatient with himself.
"hey, nerd." izuku jumps despite himself at the rough voice from above him, looking up and quickly hiding his notebook from his ex-childhood friend.
"k-kacchan, hey ! didn't expect to see you here, heh . ." he trails off, eyes darting to the side. and izuku really hadn't expected to see him, kacchan wasn't the type to stay after class, always ready to walk you home when school was out. he feels his hands shaking and clenches onto his uniform pants. katsuki ignores the boy's attempt at friendly conversation, scoffing.
"what's your deal, huh ?" uh oh, izuku panicsâwhat had he done ? he doesn't remember doing anything to anger him.
"i don't know what you're talking about, kaâ"
a hand slams against his desk, startling the green haired boy and he almost jumps out of his skin.
"don't fuck with me ! y'know good and goddamn well what i'm talking about."
"but iâ"
and then your name gets brought up "ya keep fuckin' staring at her all the time. what, you like her or something ?"
wait, what.
"huh ?"
"don't huh me," katsuki copies with a nasally voice "s'bad enough she wants to hang with you all the time, now you want more ?!"
oh, wait.
"just so you know, she doesn't like the nerdy type so you can go ahead andâ" katsuki cuts himself off when he sees izuku smile, a smile he in his mind can only imagine as a smug one, so he scowls " quit makin' that creepy fuckin' face at me, weirdo ! i'll tell you right nowâyou haven't won and i damn sure won't lose ! never to a nerd like you, you got that ?!" he declared, before stomping out of the classroom.
izuku despite the obvious declaration of war he has no want to be part in, can't help but smile. "you've got nothing to worry about." he mutters to himself.
it'll be fine, he'll let you take your timeâhe has a feeling it won't be for much longer anyway.
"good morning, yn."
"hi, izuku."
you insist on not looking him in the eye when you speak, and izuku who's known you for years by now, immediately knew something was up.
you're here early, the common room is empty beside you and him right now "how'd you sleep ?" you ask, sipping on some juice. izuku hums, fixing his tie for class, you beckon him over and lean over to fix it for him which he thanks you for with an added shy chuckle.
and it's quiet.
izuku takes a spot next to you, "you know, you can talk to me about anything right ? i don't wanna assume but you look a bit bothered by something." your best friend smiles warmly at you when you make eye contact "i'm here if you need anything."
you squirm in your seat and then finally you spit your next sentence out at super speed "katsuki and i have liked each other for a while now and he asked me out and i said yes !"
"I KNEW IT!" the green haired's exclamation knocks you back and he flies up from his seat, he smiles down at you victoriously like he'd just defeated a villain.
"i knew you guys had been acting different, it was just too obvious ! always looking at each other for long periods of timeâand sneaking off and standing so close to each other, it all makes sense !" and you're struck absolutely silent, he rambled and rambled on like he was taking notes for his hero notebookâseriously, how much did he know ?!
"w-wait butâyou knew that we liked each other ?" you ask. izuku sits back down, even clears his throat after his little outburst, and smiles at you.
"oh yeah, i've known that for a while now !"
". . how long is a while ?"
". . a couple years."
"oh." you conclude. "i'm sorry i never told you, zuku . .s'just that i know that you and katsu's relationship was . . more than a bit strained so . ."
izuku immediately frown in shock "what, no it's notâyou shouldn't have to apologise ! that was between kacchan and i soâ" and he stops in his tracks "is that why it took you guys so long to . ."
now you're cutting him off "no, no that's not it ! i just never really had the courage to say anything !" you shyly rub at your glass "and honestly, i had no idea he even liked me like that . ."
surely you had to be messing with him. izuku sweatdrops at you without a word.
"well anyway, i'm glad you too are happy, truly." he utters sincerely. you smile back at him with a giggle and your humour's always been contagious, so he laughs along with you.
and when he sees you and kacchan walking to class holding hands he can't help but throw up a victorious fist up, leaving his friends a little bit confused.
(afterwards during training with katsuki, he wishes him a playful congratulations on winning, the blonde proceeding to punch his arm hard and izuku couldn't help but laugh. until katsuki chucked his water bottle at him.)
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"But why is he here all the time," he whines to Robin. She doesn't like him much, but Scoops is empty, and what else is he supposed to do? Not speak to her at all?
"Why do you care what Eddie Munson is doing at the mall."
"I don't care." He scoffs, rolls his eyes. "He's just always here. Doesn't he have anything better to do?"
"Do you?"
"He doesn't work here."
"Haven't seen you doing a lot of work here, Steve."
"You spent forty minutes yesterday drawing on your sneakers."
She shakes her head, but doesn't say anything because he's right and she knows it.
He goes back to staring at Munson, sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's relaxed back, legs spread, looking like he owns the place. The way he's leaning, his t-shirt rides up, showing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the lightest dusting of hair. He doesn't remember his mouth being so dry before.
"You're such an idiot." Robin smacks herself down beside him. "Eddie's a good guy. Is this just because he's the freak and you're King Steve?"
"No!" He says it too loud, a few people in the foodcourt turn to stare. "I'm not that guy anymore. That's all just--" he flaps his hand, can't find the words.
She makes a disbelieving noise, eyes narrow. "I'll never forgive you if you hurt him."
Robin stomps off to the backroom before he can stop her, tell her he doesn't want to hurt Munson.
One of Eddie's friends says something that has Eddie stretching back to hear, pulling his shirt higher, flashing the dark line of a tattoo, and that's too much, that has him slamming his eyes closed, rubbing at his brow but all he can think is--
cold cinder block at his back, hot mouths and fumbling hands and long, deft fingers; desperate, bitten off moans; hands fisted into long curls; the hot, bittersweet taste of him
It was only a handful of times, quick encounters in the locker room, once under the bleachers in the gym. And Steve, he'd never--it didn't mean anything, but it meant everything, and Eddie's been all he can think of for months.
A group of middle school girls comes in, then, and he forgets about Munson as he scoops ice cream and blends milkshakes. The next time he looks to the fountain, Eddie is gone
---
Steve cleans up the remnants of a dropped milkshake at the store entrance, and his shorts are a little too tight, okay, he can feel the way they pull around his hips when he bends too much, but he has to clean the tile before the rush starts and customers complain. There's one spot, though, it's already dried, has to really put his back into it.
The food court is crowded by the time he finishes, bustling with customers. He turns to grab the bucket, and stops dead in his tracks. Munson sits on one of the built-in planters directly behind him. He was staring at Steve's polyester clad ass, but now his eyes travel up Steve's body, getting darker with desire as they go.
He's trapped in place by the force of Eddie's gaze, by the want there. They stare at each other in silence, Steve's blood thumping a vigorous rhythm.
The moment breaks when Robin's voice, calling his name, catches his attention. He turns back to his work without a word, but inside he's reeling.
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Steve's opening alone, comes out from the back, and there Eddie is, lounging on the fountain rim with a magazine in hand. It's been a couple of days since he's been around, not since the incident. He watches as Munson languidly flips through the pages, seeming not to have a care in the world, and he--
Well, he's never really had to wait around for something he wants.
He stalks over to the fountain, stops when the tips of his sneakers touch the toes of Eddie's boots. And, yeah, he's in his dorky sailor outfit, but Munson didn't seem to mind the other day. Steve thinks maybe he likes it.
"Munson," he says. His hands are on his hips.
Eddie looks up, slow, taking Steve in. He leans back further, crosses his legs at the ankle. "Harrington."
They stare at each other. Steve starts biting his lip. Not as a move--he's nervous, suddenly, that all of this is a waste and Eddie isn't interested--but Munson's gaze hooks on his mouth, lingers, like a warm caress.
Steve's never initiated things between them before, isn't sure if it's working. He takes the chance, though, starts walking away.
He crosses through the seating area, past the counter, into the back, doesn't know for sure if Eddie is following until the door doesn't close right away behind him.
There's a single beat of a second where they watch each other and neither moves, before Eddie is on him, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him into the wall.
"What the fuck is this, Harrington, huh?" They're close enough for their noses to touch. "You ignore me for months and now--"
"You're here all the fucking time," he snaps back. "Sitting in the same spot like you own the place."
"So, I'm not allowed to be at the mall now?" Eddie sneers. "God forbid I'm in sight of the king."
Steve tries to pull away. "That's not what this is, and you know it."
"Then what is it, Stevie? Spell it out for me real slow to make sure I understand." He leans in, a little, and Steve stops breathing.
Eddie's lips brush his, a gentle press that isn't quite a kiss, not yet. His knees go weak, the wall at his back the only thing holding him up, but the kiss doesn't deepen. Instead, Eddie steps back, laughs. "You think I'm this easy, sweetheart? That you can lure me with your little sailor costume and I'll come without a fight?"
"Am I wrong?"
Eddie scoffs, turns his head, and Steve thinks he overplayed it, that his misread everything.
"Fuck you, Harrington." Eddie grabs him, then, hands fisting into his sailor shirt. "Fuck you and this stupid, sexy outfit. Fuck you for knowing this would work on me."
His mouth presses against Steve's throat, and he moans, clinging to Eddie's jacket.
"Listen to you, sweetheart," Eddie murmurs. "Making all those desperate, pathetic sounds for me. Almost like you missed me or something."
"I did." He groans as Eddie's mouth moves along his jaw. "Missed you so much, haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
Eddie sinks his teeth into Steve's cheek, and he has to stifle his shout. He's harder than he can remember ever being before, thinks he could come just from the feel of Eddie's teeth in his skin.
"That's not what you told Billy," Eddie says. "When he almost caught us."
"I didn't want him to hurt you," he gasps. "I--I didn't want him to have a reason."
Eddie pulls away, Steve grasping after him. "I can handle Hargrove."
"He hit me in the head with a plate." Steve points to the small scar on his forehead. "That's how I got that concussion last year."
"Oh," Eddie blinks. He cards his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it out of the way to see the scar better. "Sweetheart. I thought--" he swallows, throat working. "I--I keep coming here to see you. I wanted--"
His hand falls to Steve's neck, drawing him in. For a second, Steve thinks it's another tease, but Eddie does kiss him this time. It's deep, desperate, so thorough he thinks Eddie's memorizing the taste of him. He doesn't want it to ever stop, not for a second.
Outside, someone starts hammering on the counter bell, shouting for service.
They slip apart, Eddie still gently cradling the back of Steve's neck. "Come over tonight?" Eddie's eyes are so dark, wanting, he could drown in them.
"Yes." Because there is no other answer.
He lets Eddie out the back door just as Robin yells from the front, "Harrington! We have a customer! I haven't clocked in yet!"
"Be right there," he yells back, but not fast enough that she doesn't catch a glimpse of Eddie slipping out.
She whirls to him, brow in an angry furrow. "Steve! I told you not to hurt him!"
He can't stop his smile. "Buckley, I promise you, Munson can take care of himself."
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ive been fucking with an au of a slice of my main/fave OC's life (bcause he must bear the most torture i guess lmao) and like i'm so tempted to make it canon bc it explains so well the time right after it, as well as a few things in general, but i also absolutely don't because it's like sensitive material and i dont wanna have to tell people besides myself about it bc despite research personal experiences and all i know it's a kind of thing where i'm probably just not the person anyone would want to even mention some of it? complicated feels in tags?
#it isnt anything particularly offensive or gross i dont think#like of course my snippy ass oc who is going through shit is gonna be a little shitty out of stress for a moment#but not in an obia or ism way#now that it is buried ill tell you#so local young man has cancer scare which turns into pregnancy scare which turns out to be a miscarriage for various reasons due to#some complications with his reproductive system and this whole ordeal is how he finds out hes a type of intersex#while nearing the end of his pre-med program and bc of the stress and need for time to go to all of the necessary doctors he took a semeste#off that he absolutely did not want to#and this mixed with pressure from both school and his part time job#as well as complicated feelings about sex and gender which he kinda thought he already reconciled but bc of all thats happened is reevaluat#and while he comes to a similar conclusion you know the process of all this is a lot to take in#and our boy spirals for a relatively short time only like a year or something before he decides to go home to spend time with family and ge#himself together and see old friends and remember why he wanted to get a good education and why he wants to help people in the first place#he ends up letting himself fall back in love with his fiance after pushing him away and the time apart has really let them both take seriou#looks at who they are and how they feel about really important adult things that werent really on their minds when they first got together#in middle school and now having gone through the series of events before them and having the time to get to know themselves has been#eye opening and they get to build their relationship from a more mutually free place#now theres a lot here i know and some of it is delicate and complicated since things manifest in lots of ways#i come at it from a place of respect and honesty#i myself only have a hormone disorder imbalance thing that causes a bunch of repro garbage#and of course ive known people who experienced some of the other things and ive researched things though even in writing#i dont think i aim to educate but to communicate how characters experience life?#and when it comes to the gender stuff ill admit hes kindof similar to me with how regardless of how i feel irt interests or what role id#play in xyz relationships i feel like im a cis woman so its not a big deal to me but ive put a lot fo thought and reading and talking into#myself and so thats where despite everything he still identifies as a man comes from#i know its probably dumb of me to write any of this
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party on you, part of you knew (m.r.)
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Word Count: 8k
Summary: Mattheo had been losing his belongings, forgetting things, and feeling uneasy about that random girl who was always staring at him. His solution? Blame Theodore. It's always that damn astronomy tower.
A/N: I'm so ass at summaries đ lowkey i kinda hate this

When Mattheo woke up, he was unbearably groggyâdragging himself around the dorm with zero fucks to give while his friends hooted and hollered with far too much morning energy.
He sighed, heavy with the weight of a dream he couldnât remember. All he knew was that it started happyâblissfully, achingly soâbut by the time he opened his eyes, he felt hollow. The fog in his head made it impossible to grasp.
He barely managed to throw on his shirt, only half-buttoned, his tie dangling uselessly around his neck as he stumbled around looking for his belt. He ruffled through his drawer, groaning when he pulled something unexpected from the back.
With a frustrated grunt, he hurled a cheap bottle of perfume across the room.
It smacked Theo in the back of the head.
âFor fuckâs sake, Nott,â Mattheo growled, âTell your useless fucks to stop leaving their shit in my drawer. My boxers smell like Victoriaâs Secret now. What are they, perverts?â
Theo only laughed, ducking Mattheoâs middle finger with the practiced ease of someone far too used to this scenario. It wasnât the first time, and it sure as hell wouldnât be the last.
To be fair, it really was on Theo for being a shameless pervert whoâd flirt his way into any skirt with a pulse. Mattheo wasnât a stranger to finding souvenirs left behind after Theoâs conquestsâunderwear, school ties, even flowers that Theo had given them. Gifts Theo handed out to play the nice guy before inevitably ruining their lives.
Asshole.
But Theo was completely unbothered.
He ruffled Mattheoâs already-messy hair before yanking him into a headlock and dragging him out of the dorm toward the Great Hall for breakfast. Maybe, just maybe, after some tea and food, Mattheo would start feeling like a functional human being again.
Mattheo doubted it.
Still, he knew better than to show up to McGonagallâs first thing in the morning on an empty stomachâunless he wanted to snap and earn himself a detention for cussing someone out. Which, on mornings like this, was always a strong possibility.
He walked into the Great Hall like a stormcloud, shoulders tense, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Without saying a word to anyone, he dropped into his usual seat at the Slytherin table.
Your eyes followed him the moment he entered.
He looked... wrecked. Moving sluggishly, like he hadnât slept a wink. His mood practically radiated off him. Still, you watched as he poured himself a cup of teaâblack, no milk, no sugarâand sipped it with his whole hand clutched around the rim, like the warmth might anchor him. A stark contrast to his polished friends, who had all been raised to drink tea like little lordsâfingers lifted, saucers in hand, painfully dainty.
But Mattheo drank tea like a man dragged out of war.
You werenât one to fall for toxic masculinity tropes, but Merlin help youâthere was something a little charming about his ruggedness.
â(Y/N)? Hello?â Your friend whispered, snapping her fingers near your face. You blinked, startled, not realizing how long youâd been staring. She arched a brow, her expression tilting toward concern, âYou good?â
Your gaze flicked back to Mattheo instinctively, just as he brought the mug to his lips again, the shadows beneath his eyes catching in the candlelight.
Your friend leaned in and hissed, âDonât tell me you have a crush on Mattheo Riddle.â
Thank Merlin she had the sense to whisper. If Lavenderâjust two seats downâhad heard, the entire castle wouldâve known by lunch.
You gave a quiet huff and a crooked smile, âMe? Like Mattheo Riddle?â
But even as you said it, your eyes drifted back to himâjust in time to see a Ravenclaw girl saunter up to his side. Her tone was too soft, her smile too wide, and Mattheo... smirked.
You couldnât hear what she said, but whatever it was, it worked. She returned to her table tittering like a first-year after her first Butterbeer, and Mattheoâs friends clapped him on the back like frat boys cheering over a win.
Your stomach twisted.
âFat chance.â You muttered under your breath.
And this time, you didnât look back.
***
Mattheo slumped into his usual seat at the back of Transfiguration, his head pounding like someone had hexed a war drum into his skull. The classroom was too bright. Too loud. The voices around him felt like nails against his already frayed nerves.
All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep through the day. But McGonagall had already given him a formal warning for skipping too many classes, and he had no desire to sit through another one of her lectures about wasted potential and âthrowing your life away, Mr. Riddle.â
So here he was. Half-awake. Half-dressed. Fully over it.
He sprawled in his chair like he hadnât been raised to sit like a human being. The boys were already talking shit around him. Something about some girl. Someoneâs sister. Or cousin. Or ex. Mattheo couldnât be arsed to care.
And thenâ
Eyes.
He felt it before he saw it.
A stare. Steady. Intent. Not curious like the usual ones. Not flirty or appraising. This was something else.
He tilted his head lazily, scanning the classroom, and there you were.
Sitting with your friends at the front of the room, quill dangling from your fingers, your books open in front of you but untouched. You werenât focused on your parchment or your notes or even your friends.
You were watching him.
And not like most girls did. Not like he was a prize or a challenge.
There was something in your eyes. Something he couldn't put his finger on.
For a second, Mattheo just stared back, caught in the intensity of your gaze.
Then:
âOi, Riddle,â Theo leaned over with a grin far too smug for this early in the morning and jabbed him in the arm with his wand, âYouâve got a fan.â
Mattheo blinked, the moment snapping. His friends were all looking now, following Theoâs nod toward the front row.
âWho is she?â Blaise asked, already smirking.
Mattheo shrugged, leaning back in his chair with practiced indifference, âNo clue.â
âYou sure?â Draco drawled, giving him a pointed look, âSheâs staring at you like you broke her heart.â
âProbably did,â Theo snorted, âAnother one of Riddleâs charm-and-ditch girls. Whatâs thisâlucky number fifty?â
Mattheo let a crooked grin spread across his face, âI donât count past three. After that, itâs just a blur of names and disappointment.â
Lorenzo chuckled, âYouâre sick.â
âDonât blame me,â Mattheo said, âIf they confuse good dick with love, thatâs on them.â
The boys howled, loud enough to earn a sharp look from a Ravenclaw at the next table over.
Mattheo smirked, brushing his fingers back through his mess of curls. He let his gaze drift back to you againâjust for a second.
But this time, your attention had turned. You were laughing at something your friend whispered to you, cheeks flushed, head bowed. The look from earlier was gone. And whatever he thought he saw? It probably never existed to begin with.
Good.
***
It wasnât rare for Mattheo Riddle to wake up in the middle of the nightâheart racing, skin clammy, breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls like he was drowning in his own lungs.
What was rare was not being able to go back to sleep after.
His chest burned. His head was spinning. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, squeezing the air from his lungs like a vice. He needed a cigarette. Now.
He reached for the pack tucked in his blazer, fingers trembling as he searched the pockets for his lighterâhis lighter, the scratched metal Zippo with the chipped corner and the warm, familiar clink that grounded him.
Nothing.
âGod-fucking-dammit, Theo.â He hissed, dragging his drawer open with a harsh scrape. No lighter. Of course. His roommate probably nicked itâagainâfor one of his stress-smoking episodes. Mattheo couldâve used his wand, sure, but that lighter was his. That sharp click when it flipped open was the only thing that made his fidgeting tolerable.
He scratched roughly at his wrist, fingers twitching for something to hold as he climbed the stairs to his usual spot. The cigarette was already between his lips before heâd even reached the top, wand-lighting it with a muttered âIncendio.â He took the first drag, feeling the smoke scrape down his throat and spread like static in his chest.
The cold air helped. A little.
Until he realized he wasnât alone.
His eyes narrowed when they landed on you, sitting at the edge of the Astronomy Tower, legs dangling over the stone ledge like it was nothing. You were leaning lazily against the railing, illuminated by moonlightâand you looked just as surprised to see him.
âWhat are you doing here?â He snapped, accusatory.
You blinked at him, âI could ask you the same thing.â
Mattheo scoffed, taking another long drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out through his nose like a warning sign.
Great.
âNight terrors, huh?â You asked quietly.
He froze mid-drag, lips parting, ââŠHow did you know that?â
âI get them too.â
That shut him up.
It went quiet. For a while, neither of you spoke. He leaned against the opposite railing, cigarette burning slowly to the filter, eyes fixed on the moonlit sky while the silence thickened.
Then he noticed your hands.
You were holding somethingâclutching it, almost. A stem of small, blue flowers. Mattheo stared, trying to place them. He knew heâd seen them somewhere before, probably in Herbology, but the name wouldnât come to him.
He shifted uncomfortably. He didnât like being watched, not when he was like this. Raw. Frayed. Sleepless. Unmasked.
ââŠCan you stop fucking staring at me?â He muttered, side-eyeing you.
Your cheeks flushed. You dropped your gaze quickly, fingers curling protectively around the petals.
Mattheo exhaled sharply, hating the stab of guilt that followed.
He felt bad. For you.
How Hufflepuff of him.
Mattheo threw the cigarette down with more force than necessary, the end flaring before he crushed it beneath his shoe, muttering another curse under his breath.
He didnât say anything else.
Didnât look back.
Just turned, hands once again scratching at his wrist for something to play with, jaw clenched like he was holding something backâwords, or maybe the scream in his chestâand disappeared down the stairs.
Leaving you alone again.
The cold crept in as soon as he left, biting at your skin and wrapping around your ribs like a hollow ache.
You stared at the spot where he'd been, at the faint trail of smoke still curling from the squashed cigarette. Then, slowly, your gaze dropped back to the Forget-Me-Not's in your lap.
You sighed.
***
Mattheo was pissed off again.
Theo swore up and down that he hadnât taken the lighter, which only made Mattheo tear through the dorm in a furyârummaging through drawers, knocking over books, slamming open cabinets like the thing he was looking for might vanish if he didnât get to it fast enough.
His wrist was already red and irritated, covered in faint scratches from how often he scratched at it now. Some nervous habit that had crept in without him noticing. It didnât help. It never helped. Every time his fingers twitched toward that spot on his skin, it felt like he was supposed to find something there. Like something used to be there. Something that mattered.
But it was always nothing.
He yanked open his nightstand drawer again, rifling through clutter and broken quills and the chaos of his own impatienceâand paused.
There, wedged between a tattered book and a scrap of parchment, was a small, flattened flower.
A faded blue. Edges browned and curled. Limp, like it had been forgotten for ages.
Mattheo blinked at it, confusion flickering briefly across his featuresâbefore his expression twisted into irritation.
âBloody hell, Theo,â He muttered, snatching it up, âTell your latest girl to keep her sappy crap out of my things.â
He didnât know why it made him so angry. Maybe it was the idea of someone elseâs sentimental leftovers tucked between his stuff. Maybe it was how⊠familiar it looked. But that only annoyed him more.
He crushed the flower in his fist and stormed over to the trash, dropping it in without ceremony. Wiped his hand on his trousers like itâd left something behind.
And that shouldâve been it.
But it wasnât.
Hours later, he was still restless. Still scratching at his wrist. Still glancing, without meaning to, toward the drawer where it had come from. Toward the bin where it lay now.
The feeling wouldnât go away. The unease stayed curled around his ribs like a secret. That damn flowerâit was nothing. So why did it feel like everything?
He stood up.
Crossed the room.
And dug through the bin.
There it wasâcrumpled, soft, and broken now. He lifted it carefully, petals cracking under his fingers.
Something inside him shifted. Just slightly. Like a door creaking open somewhere in the distance.
But nothing came through.
No memory. No explanation.
Only that feeling.
He shoved the flower back into the drawer, slammed it shut like it could bury whatever was clawing at the edge of his mind.
But it lingered.
Gnawing. Heavy. A strange, aching knowing:
He was missing something.
Something important.
***
The dorm was loud when they got back from HogsmeadeâTheo and Draco bickering over whether Honeydukes or Zonkoâs was the superior stop, Blaise tossing his coat onto Mattheoâs bed without a care, and Lorenzo humming some obnoxious tune he mustâve picked up at the Three Broomsticks.
Mattheo didnât say much.
He was still on edgeâstill fidgeting, still scratching at the inside of his wrist like his skin could give him answers. The chill in his bones hadnât faded, and neither had the strange weight that had settled in his chest days ago.
Ever since that flower.
Ever since he lost his lighter.
He dropped his bag onto the bed and started to unpack: Chocolate Frogs. Licorice Wands. Cockroach ClustersâTheoâs, obviously. A new pack of cigarettes.
And thenâ
âOi, Riddle,â Theo called from across the room, âSince when do you eat Sugar Quills?â
Mattheo frowned, âI donât.â
Theo held up the pink-and-blue striped box like he was unveiling a crime scene, âThen whatâs this doing in your bag?â
The moment Mattheo laid eyes on it, something echoed in his head. Youâll like it eventually.
He blinked.
Crossing the room, he took the box, turning it over in his hands like maybe it would offer some kind of explanation.
âI didnât buy this.â He said, voice firm.
âYou sure?â Blaise asked, brows raised, âYou didnât go into Honeydukes and black out in a sugar trance, you big back? Youâve got, like, twelve of these. Mate, what the hellâyouâre gonna get diabetes.â
Mattheo rolled his eyes, âIâd never buy these. I hate them. Too sweet. They make my teeth feel like theyâre rotting out of my skull.â
Draco smirked, âAww, are the cigarettes finally rotting your brain too?â
Mattheo didnât laugh.
He just stared at the box.
He didnât remember buying it.
But his hands did.
The same way they reached for his wrist like something used to be there.
Like someone used to be there.
He sat down heavily on his bed, still holding the sweets.
His jaw clenched.
âI didnât buy this.â He repeated, quieter this time. Almost like he was trying to convince himself.
But deep down, he wasnât sure anymore.
***
He hadnât meant to go up to the Astronomy Tower.
Not really.
His legs just carried him there, like they always fucking did lately. Like instinct. Like muscle memory. Like his body was trying to remember something his mind couldnât.
He kept doing things he didnât mean to doâwalking into places without knowing why, reaching for things he didnât remember losing. It felt like his own body was betraying him. His mind was slipping, fading at the edges, and it was starting to scare him.
He couldnât remember things.
He scratched at his wrist until it burnedâred, raw, relentless. He felt wrong every night when he lay down to sleep, like he was somewhere he didnât belong. And every morning he woke up with a hollow in his chest, like heâd just lost somethingâsomeoneâin a dream he could never quite remember.
And this tower.
This fucking tower.
It made his skin itch. Made his hands shake. Made him want to scream and break things and disappear into its stone walls, all at once. It offered a kind of comfort he didnât understandâa familiarity he couldnât explainâwhich angered him more.
But tonightâit was different.
Because when he stepped onto the final stair, he saw you.
And the air was punched from his lungs.
You were sitting cross-legged in your usual spot, the stars painting silver on your skin, your hair spilling down your back like ink across parchment. You didnât see him. You were too focused on something resting in your hands.
Then it clicked.
Flick. Clink.
That sound.
He stopped cold.
The lighter.
His lighter.
You were flipping it open and closed, spinning it through your fingers with a rhythm that was too naturalâlike it was yours. Like it had always been yours.
Mattheoâs stomach twisted hard.
He couldnât breathe.
He knew that lighter. Heâd turned the entire dorm upside down searching for it. Tore open every drawer, snapped at Theo, cursed until his throat was raw. He scratched at his wrist for weeksâlike something had been ripped from it.
And there it was.
Right there.
In your hands.
And thenâeverything hit him.
.
âYouâll like it eventually.â You giggled, chewing on the Sugar Quill Mattheo had reluctantly picked up for you at Honeydukes earlier that day.
He grimaced, visibly cringing as you crunched through the overly sweet treat. The sound alone made his teeth hurt. He could practically feel the sugar coating his molars just by watching you. It was going to get stuck between your teethâhe knew itâand while he wasnât exactly a stickler for dental hygiene like Granger (he smoked, for Merlinâs sake), Sugar Quills were where he drew the line.
Still, you tore into the next package with such delight, he couldnât find it in himself to berate you. He simply gaggedâdramatically, of courseâwhen you offered him a bite.
âIâm gonna Pavlov you into liking these.â You teased, that mischievous glint sparking in your eyes.
Mattheoâs brows furrowed, âWhatâs thaâ?â
He didnât get to finish.
You grabbed the sides of his face and kissed himâopen-mouthed, unrelenting, sweet as sin. He froze for half a second before melting into it, letting your sugar-coated tongue slip past his defenses and press the sickeningly sweet taste right onto his own.
When you pulled away, his lips were sticky, glistening with syrup.
He swallowed, stunned.
âSo?â You asked, clearly too pleased with yourself.
Mattheo blinked, then licked his lips, âTheyâre... not that bad.â
You laughedâbright, triumphant, and a little breathless.
.
It was another late night at the Astronomy Tower.
The stars were out, scattered across the sky like someone had spilled glitter over velvet, and the air had that sharp, biting chill that clung to your skin no matter how many layers you wore.
Mattheo leaned against the metal railing, eyes half-lidded, a cigarette dangling between his fingers.
âYou want one?â He asked, offering it to you with a lazy smirk, smoke curling from his lips.
You wrinkled your nose, âI'm not kissing you if you smoke that.â
He chuckled, teeth flashing, âIs that a challenge?â
You shot him a look and snatched the lighter from his hand insteadâsilver, scratched, familiar. It was always warm, always had just the right amount of heft to it.
âOi,â He said, eyebrows lifting, âThatâs mine.â
âNot anymore,â You replied, holding it up like a trophy, âFinders, keepers.â
Mattheo pushed off the rail, slow and predatory, âYou think stealing my lighterâs gonna get me to stop?â
âNo,â You said innocently, slipping it into your robes, the metal cool against your chest, âJust⊠now I have something that reminds me of you.â
He was close now. Close enough that you could see the flicker of amusement in his eyes, the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He tilted his head, âYou really need a souvenir to remember me by?â
You tried to sound casual, breezy, unaffectedâeven though your heart was thudding like mad, âMaybe I just like collecting little pieces of you.â
His smirk softened into something quieter. Gentler.
His fingers brushed your jaw, slow and deliberate, thumb tracing just under your eye. âYou already have me,â He said, voice low. âCompletely.â
You swallowed hard.
âI know,â You whispered.
And you did.
But you still kept the lighter.
Just in case.
.
One evening, he pulled a fast one on you.
You were sitting alone in the library, curled into the corner of your favorite window seat with a book in your lap, half-lost in the pages. Your hair was pulled back loosely, strands a bit wild from the wind that afternoon, but held together by your trusty hair tie.
Mattheo had been there a moment agoâpretending to study, but mostly just watching you with that unreadable expression he wore when he thought you wouldnât notice.
And then suddenlyâ Fingers. Gentle and quick.
He slipped behind you like a shadow, and before you could even register his presence, he plucked the hair tie from your ponytail in one smooth, practiced motion.
Your hair tumbled down around your shoulders, soft waves cascading freely as you gasped and whipped around.
But he was already gone.
All that remained was the faint sound of his laughter disappearing down the corridor.
You found him two floors down, strolling like he hadnât just committed a crime of war against your scalp.
âMattheo!â You called, breathless and irritatedâmore flustered than anything else.
He spun around with that devilish grin that made you want to slap and kiss him all at once. âWhat?â He said, all faux innocence, âIâm sentimental.â
You shot him a lookâequal parts annoyance and barely hidden affectionâthat made his heart stutter. It was the kind of look that made him want to drop to his knees just to hear you laugh.
âYouâre a kleptomaniac.â You said, marching up to him.
Mattheo held up the hair tie, lazily looping it around his fingers before slipping it around his wrist like a bracelet. âItâs not stealing if itâs love,â He quipped, âNow Iâve got something of yours, too.â
You narrowed your eyes, arms crossed, âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd yet,â He murmured, stepping close enough for his breath to tickle your skin, âYou still love me.â
You rolled your eyes but let him steal a quick kiss anyway. Just a brush of his lips against yours. Then you turned on your heel and walked away before he could get even more smug.
But later, at breakfast, you noticed.
He sat with his chin resting in his hand, pretending to listen to Theo ramble about god-knows-what, while the fingers of his other hand fidgeted absently with your black hair tie. Twisting it. Letting it snap against his wrist like a grounding tether.
You saw how he kept it during exams. How he twisted it when he was anxious. How his shoulders always relaxed a little more with it there.
You never asked for it back.
.
It was early spring, the air fresh with promise and the world just beginning to wake. You and Mattheo had slipped away from the noisy halls of Hogwarts, finding a quiet spot near the edge of the Forbidden Forest where wildflowers grew in soft clusters.
You spotted the tiny blue blossoms firstâforget-me-nots, fragile and delicate, like little pieces of the sky nestled in the grass. Their soft petals seemed to glow faintly in the dappled sunlight.
Without a word, you bent down and carefully picked one, holding it between your fingers like a secretâits slender stem cool against your skin.
Mattheo watched you with that rare softness in his eyes, his usual guarded expression melting away just enough to let you see the boy beneath the bravado.
You stepped closer, your fingers brushing lightly against the dark curls at his temple as you tucked the forget-me-not behind his ear. The vivid blue popped beautifully against the deep shade of his hair.
âYou look pretty good in blue, Matty,â You teased, voice warm and a little breathless, âPity you werenât smart enough to get into Ravenclaw.â
He smirked, one brow arching, âSmart enough to land you, thank you very much. Besides, I prefer being underestimated.â
You laughed softly, the sound bubbling up like a melody he wanted to bottle and carry with him forever, âSure, keep telling yourself that.â
And then, to your surprise, he didnât brush the flower away. He just stood there, letting you lean in againâtucking more blossoms into his hair, weaving them gently between his curls. Blue and lavender and a soft yellow bloom, until he looked like something half-wild, half-divine. He only rolled his eyes once, but never told you to stop.
âTheyâll think Iâve gone soft.â He muttered, not bothering to hide the fond smile twitching at his lips.
You tilted your head, mock-serious, âTheyâll think youâve finally gotten taste.â
He didnât take the flowers down. Not when you walked back together. Not when you kissed him goodbye just outside the castle, fingers brushing over his hand like you didnât want to let go.
But as the stone walls of Hogwarts came back into view, and the sounds of students filtered into the air again, reality sank in.
Your relationship was still a secret â something held in the quiet, in shadows and stolen spaces. Not because you were ashamed, but because the world wouldnât understand. Because in the daylight, things were louder, crueler, more complicated.
So Mattheo paused, just before you stepped into view of the courtyard. His fingers reached up slowly, brushing through his curls, dislodging the little blooms one by one.
He didnât look at you as he did it â maybe because he knew if he did, he wouldnât be able to go through with it.
By the time you reached the castle steps, his hair was bare again. No trace of the wildflowers youâd threaded there with so much affection. Just the same dark, unruly curls â and the carefully unreadable expression he wore so well.
But the forget-me-not? That one he kept. The first one you tucked behind his ear â soft, sky-blue, and still warm from your touch.
He palmed it quietly, slipping it into his jacket pocket like something far more precious than it looked.
Later that night, once the castle had gone quiet and his dorm was dark, he pulled it out again. Held it in the moonlight. Turned it gently between his fingers like it might crumble if he breathed too hard.
Then, like a secret he meant to keep safe forever, he slid it between the pages of a book and tucked it into the drawer beside his bed.
.
The first time you knew something was wrong, Mattheo flinched when you touched his arm.
It was late â one of your usual hidden meetups by the Black Lake. The sky was an ink spill overhead, stars scattered and silent. Heâd been jittery the entire night. Pacing. Checking behind trees. Lighting a cigarette only to toss it into the water before even taking a drag.
You reached for him, âMattheo, whatâs going on?â
He looked at you like he wasnât really seeing you â his eyes wide and distant, jaw clenched like he was holding something in his mouth that tasted like blood.
âMy fatherâs coming to Hogwarts,â He said quietly, âNot officially. But⊠heâs been asking questions.â
You felt the cold seep into your chest like water through fabric.
âAbout you?â You asked, voice hollow, âAbout us?â
Mattheo hesitated â just long enough to make the answer obvious.
âHe canât know anything,â He said, âBut heâs⊠suspicious. He doesnât like when I get distracted. When I get soft.â
Your breath hitched, âYouâre not soft, Mattheo. Youâreââ
âI am with you,â He said, voice breaking, âAnd thatâs the problem.â
After that, things changed.
He didnât say he was pulling away â he just did. His touches grew shorter, his presence tighter, like he was wound up and couldnât afford to unravel. He still showed up, but his eyes darted constantly â over your shoulder, into the shadows, like he was always expecting someone else to be there.
Then one night, he didnât come at all.
You waited at your usual place for over two hours, fingers frozen and heart pacing.
When he finally appeared, it was nearly morning. You were curled on the stone steps of the Owlery, eyes red from cold and fear and something worse.
âYou canât just vanish on me.â You hissed, standing up the moment you saw him.
âI was in detentionââ
âYouâre lying.â
And his silence confirmed it.
Then, suddenly â he did something he hadnât done in weeks.
He stepped forward, cupped your face in both hands, and kissed you like it was the last time. Like the world was ending and you were the only thing left worth saving. It was desperate, deep, a confession poured through parted lips.
When he pulled away, his shoulders were shaking.
âI need you to do something for me.â
âNo,â You said immediately, because your heart already knew where this was going, âNo. Donât you dare.â
âPlease,â He whispered, âYouâre the only person I trust. The only one Iââ
He stopped himself. Swallowed. Opened his eyes again â and this time, you saw it. Pure terror.
You backed away, âSo your solution is to make me forget?â
âNot you,â He said quickly, desperate, âMe.â
You stared at him, stunned, âMattheoââ
âIf my father reads my mindâif he sees youâheâll come for you. He wonât ask questions. He wonât give you time. Heâll just⊠take you.â
Your voice cracked, âYou know how to protect your mindâOcclumency, youâve been practicingââ
âItâs not enough,â He said, quietly, âNot against him. Not forever.â
âYou know how to do it,â He added, âYouâre brilliant. You always have been.â
âThatâs not the point!â You cried, âYou wonât remember me. Us. Anything.â
âIâd rather forget you than bury you.â He said.
And that was when the tears came.
âI donât want to,â He choked, âBut itâs the only way. You know it is.â
And deep down⊠you did.
You waited. Waited for him to change his mind. To reach for you and say never mind, say run away with me, say Iâll figure it out.
But he didnât.
He just closed his eyes.
And nodded.
Your wand trembled in your hand.
He reached forward, gently brushing your hair back behind your ear â his touch unbearably tender.
âIâm sorry,â He whispered, âIf things were differentââ
âDonât,â You said, stepping back, your voice a broken whisper, âPlease donât.â
And with hands that wouldnât stop shaking, with your throat tight and your chest split open, you raised your wand.
You didnât even need to say it loud.
âObliviate.â
The moment the light faded, you knew youâd made the wrong choice.
He blinked. Once. Twice.
And then⊠his eyes didnât settle on you. They moved right past you, like you werenât even there. Like you were just another shadow in the morning fog, barely even looking at you as he walked away, not saying another word to you.
Stranger. Stranger. Stranger.
You dropped your wand and cupped a hand over your mouth, falling to your knees before your legs could even register it. The sob tore out of you like a wound â raw and keening and endless.
Why had you listened to him?
Why hadnât you fought harder?
Why hadnât you told him you loved him one last time?
Why hadnât you heard him out â really heard him â when he tried to tell you about his dreams of a different life?
Now you were all alone, doubled over on the stone floor, sobbing into the fabric of your robes, fingers clutching the last thing you had left of himâ
His lighter.
Still warm from his pocket.
Still heavy with everything he forgot.
.
Mattheo staggered back a step, like heâd been hit.
You looked up at him, panic flaring in your eyes as you noticed the way he stared â wide-eyed, horrified, stunned. You immediately closed the lighter in your palm, like the damage hadnât already been done.
"Mattheo..." You whispered, voice barely audible.
He couldnât breathe. Couldnât think. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it might stop entirely.
"You," He said, voice cracking, trembling with something raw, "Youâ"
You stood quickly, as if trying to close the space between you might somehow take it all back, âItâs not what you thinkââ
"Donât," He cut you off sharply, eyes bright with something too painful to name, âDonât lie to me right now. Please.â
You glanced down at the lighter still clutched in your hand â tarnished silver, the initials worn smooth, familiar in a way you could never explain away. Your throat burned. Your heart twisted. The thought of letting it go felt like tearing your soul from your body.
But your fingers moved anyway.
You held it out to him, your hand shaking slightly, silently begging â donât take it. Donât make me give this up.
"I found it in one of the classrooms," You said softly, voice paper-thin, not meeting his eyes, "If itâs yours... you can have it back."
Mattheoâs expression crumpled. His gaze flicked from the lighter to your face â and stayed there.
Something cracked inside him.
Because now that he really looked at youâhe saw everything. The faint glassiness in your eyes. The twitch of your mouth as you tried to keep it from trembling. The hollowness in your expression that matched the ache inside his chest.
Salazar. How had he not seen you?
He'd looked right past you in that classroom. Days ago. Sat barely feet away and missed the way you blinked too fast. Missed the way your shoulders curled inward like you were trying not to fall apart. Missed every detail of the face he used to know better than his own.
How the fuck could he have forgotten you?
The realization hit him like a punch to the ribs.
Had he really let you go without a fight?
Now you were standing here, holding his lighter out like it weighed more than it should, like giving it up might tear you in half. And he could see the way your other hand was clenched behind your back, knuckles white, like you were physically holding yourself back from somethingâfrom reaching for him, maybe, or from falling to pieces.
He didnât take the lighter.
Didnât move.
Didnât even breathe.
âI want it back.â He said quietly, voice cracking.
Your hand flinched.
But he wasnât looking at the lighter anymore.
His eyes dropped to his wrist. Empty.
He remembered now. The hair tie. Black and fraying from how often he used to play with it.
âI want the hair tie back.â He whispered.
Your breath caught in your throat.
Mattheo took a step forward. Slowly, carefully, like you might disappear again.
And your hand began to shake.
Your eyes flickered all over his faceâhis brows, his lips, the curve of his jawâas if searching for proof, for something to hold onto. And when you finally found it, that flicker of recognition in his eyes, your breath hitched. Your heart began to thump wildly against your ribcage, like it knew what was coming before your mind could catch up.
âY-You⊠do you rememberâ?â Your voice cracked, brittle with hope and fear.
Mattheo's eyes didnât waver.
âRemember that Iâm in love with you?â He said softly, âI could never forget that.â
Your lips parted in a soundless gasp as the words landed. Your eyes filled with tears so fast they spilled over before you could stop them, hot and stinging as they traced down your cheeks. A sob escaped your throat as you closed the distance and threw your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder like the world might fall away if you didnât hold on tight enough.
And then your fist hit his back. Not hardâbut enough to make him feel it. Again. And again.
âYou horrible man,â You choked out between sobs, âYou awful man. You left me alone for so long. You left me alone with all the memories of you. You let me watch as you moved past me without even acknowledging meâwhile I waited and prayed and begged for you to look at me just once.â
Mattheo clutched you tighter, his own throat thick with emotion, his arms trembling around your waist.
âIâm sorry,â He whispered, voice wrecked, âIâm so sorry.â
And he meant itâmeant it with everything he was. Because now he could feel what heâd been missing all this time. Not just the memories. Not just the pain. But youâyour arms, your scent, the way your voice broke when you cried, the weight of everything youâd carried alone.
Mattheo clutched you tighter like he was scared youâd disappear if he loosened his grip. His voice trembled as the dam inside him cracked open, everything heâd locked away pouring out with it.
âIâm sorry, (Y/N). Iâm soâso sorry,â He murmured against your hair, the words shaky and breathless, âIâm sorry for leaving you alone. For making you carry it all by yourself.â
You hiccuped through another sob, your hands bunching the fabric of his shirt, your face still buried in his shoulder as if you were terrified this moment might end.
âI never could forget you,â He continued, voice raw, âEven when I didnât remember⊠it was like the essence of you had been interwoven with the very fabric of my soul.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy, jaw tight like he was barely holding himself together.
âI was looking for you, even when I didnât know who I was looking for,â He said, âI saw you in my dreams, I heard your voice in the empty echoes of a roomâI felt you there with me. Like my heart remembered you even when my mind couldnât.â
Your tears came harder at thatârelief, grief, love, and anger colliding inside your chest so violently it almost knocked the air from your lungs.
âI thought I was losing my mind,â He whispered, cupping your face like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world, âBecause everything felt wrong without you. Everything.â
His thumb brushed beneath your eye, catching a tear.
You were trembling, sobbing quietly as you leaned into his touch, hands clutching his wrists now like you needed to anchor yourself to him.
"Tell me." You whispered, voice trembling, raw. Vulnerable.
Mattheo paused, his breath catching in his throat.
"Tell me what you would do if things were different," You continued, "I asked you to stop that day... but Iâve regretted nothing more."
His features softenedâpain flickering across his expression like a ghost. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering there, like he wasnât quite ready to let go.
âIf things were different,â He said, voice hoarse, âIâd announce to the entire world that Iâm hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.â
Your breath hitched as his thumb grazed your skin again, so gently it made you ache.
âIâd tie myself to you with an unbreakable vow without a second thought,â He added, his throat tightening painfully around the words, âI wouldnât hesitateânot for a single second.â
You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears fall freely. Hot streaks down your cheeks. But Mattheo was already there, wiping them away as fast as they came, like he could undo the hurt if he just tried hard enough.
âWeâd graduate together,â He murmured, âand move into some tiny flat close to your workâsomething small, maybe a little messy, but cozy. Ours.â
You laughed softly through the tears, already imagining it. He smiled faintly too, the kind of smile that was equal parts love and heartbreak.
âAnd weâd argue about furniture,â He added, eyes glinting, âBecause obviously Iâd want dark woodârich and elegant, fits the whole brooding Slytherin vibeââ
ââand Iâd want something light,â You interrupted, a wobbly grin forming, âWarm and soft. Welcoming.â
âExactly,â He said, voice thick but fond, âWeâd compromise. Or maybe Iâd just let you win, because seeing you happy would be worth more than being right.â
You let out a shaky breath, and he pressed his forehead to yours.
âIâd support you completely as you started your career,â He whispered, âbeing the househusband of your dreamsâyour very own doting malewife.â
You laughed again, really laughed this time, and his heart nearly cracked open at the sound. He cupped your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
âIâd keep the place spotless, cook you dinner, be there every night when you got homeâjust to hug you and tell you how proud I am.â
You were crying again. He didnât try to stop you this time.
âThen once you were settled, really settled... Iâd ask you to marry me,â He whispered, âAnd youâd say yes.â
Your breath caught, and he leaned in closer.
âWeâd move far away from here. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere by the sea. And weâd build a lifeâpeaceful, messy, ours.â
He paused, his voice faltering with emotion.
âMaybe weâd have a kid. Or two,â He said, his hand moving to rest gently over your heart, âAnd weâd raise them right. With kindness. With patience. With love.â
He swallowed thickly, blinking fast.
âWeâd give them everything we never had,â He whispered, âWeâd give them a home. A real one. One where they never have to question if theyâre wanted. Or loved.â
Silence stretched between youâthick with longing and mourning and love that had never really gone away.
And in that quiet, you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his once more, tears mixing with his.
âI love you, Mattheo.â
The silence that followed was soft, reverentâlike the universe had paused just long enough to let the words sink into the spaces they belonged. Mattheoâs chest rose and fell, his jaw trembling as he took your face in both hands.
âI love you, (Y/N).â His voice was barely more than a whisper, but it was raw, certain, âMore than I can express. More than even I understand.â
You pulled back just enough to see his face, your eyes searching his. âWhat now?â You whispered.
He looked at you for a long momentâhis gaze steady, intense, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your face all over again. Then he shook his head with a small, breathless laugh that sounded half broken, half amazed.
âI donât know,â He admitted honestly, his eyes searching yours, âI really donât. I thought this plan of mine was foolproof. Now I realize that no magic on Earth could keep me from you.â
His thumb brushed softly along your cheekbone, grounding you in the moment, like he needed you to feel every word.
âBut weâll figure it out,â He murmured, âTogether.â
His voice dropped, fierce and tender all at once, âThereâs no way Iâm ever leaving you alone again.â
And you believed him.
The silence between you was thick with everything unsaid, everything still fragile and aching and hopeful.
You sniffled, tears drying on your cheeks as your lips curled into the ghost of a smile, âYou really didnât get sorted into Ravenclaw, huh?â
He blinked, âWhat?â
âIf you had just thought of all this months ago, we couldâve avoided⊠well, all of this.â
Mattheo let out a breath of laughter, warm and hoarse. His eyes shoneânot just with relief, but with something softer, something that looked a lot like joy. âBrilliant timingâs never been my strong suit,â He said, cupping the back of your head and pulling you gently toward him.
âAnd yet,â He added, brushing his forehead to yours, âYou still love me.â
Then he kissed youâslow and reverent, like a promise being made without words. And you kissed him back, like a vow being answered.
Not perfect. Not finished.
But finally, finally starting again.
***
Bonus (3 years later):
It had taken them months.
Theo had stormed through libraries and pubs, interrogated shopkeepers and old Hogwarts portraits. Draco had used every Ministry connection he had, even bribed a goblin or two. Enzo swore up and down heâd seen Mattheo in Paris (he hadnât). Blaise exhausted every last connection in his effort to find him.
They were chasing a ghost.
Mattheo had vanished the moment he turned seventeen. No note. No warning. Just gone.
You stayed behind. Finished the year. Graduated. And then disappeared too, vanishing without a trace.
Now, with the war finally overâVoldemort gone, the dust settledâthey were left sorting through the wreckage. And only now had the truth surfaced. Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lordâs son, had been funneling secrets to Dumbledore the entire time. A double agent. A traitor to his bloodline. A hero, some dared to say.
But no one had seen him since.
Until now.
After following a trail of half-clues and rumors, here they wereâstanding in front of a sun-washed cottage perched on a cliffside in Greece, the Aegean sparkling behind them like a dream.
Theo knocked.
Draco crossed his arms.
âThis is ridiculous,â Enzo muttered, âWe should still be checking those shady pubs in Transylvania. That prat always wanted to go drag racing there.â
The door creaked openâand there you were.
Their jaws collectively dropped.
âHi,â You said, startled but steady. A little older, a little differentâbut still unmistakably you, âCan I help you?â
âI know you,â Draco said, snapping his fingers, âYouâre that Gryffindor girlâthe one who used to creepily stare at Riddle.â
Your mouth fell open. Creepily? Really?
Then, from deeper inside the house:
âLove? Whoâs at the door?â
Mattheoâs voice.
Their hearts stopped.
Before anyone could react, he stepped into viewâshirtless, barefoot, hair messy and eyes half-lidded from sleep. He froze when he saw them.
Theo blinked like his brain wasnât catching up. Blaise muttered something about hallucinations. Draco looked ready to demand blood. Enzo just pointed, wide-eyed.
âMate,â He said slowly, âwhat the actual fuck.â
Mattheo ran a hand through his hair and exhaled like heâd just been hit by a Bludger, âWow. Okay. This is... unexpected.â
âWell, donât just stand there!â You whispered, nudging him, âInvite them in!â
ââŠRight. Uhâcome in. I guess.â
The four of them stepped inside cautiously, like crossing the threshold of something sacred. The living room was cozy and sunlit, scattered with books, candles, andâ
âHold up,â Enzo blurted, pointing at a pastel blue baby onesie draped over the arm of the couch, âWhat the hell is that?!â
Mattheoâs mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again.
Before he could say anythingâ
A soft, high-pitched wail echoed down the hallway.
And it hit them all like a Bludger to the head.
Theo staggered back. Blaise grabbed the bookshelf for support. Enzo looked like he was about to pass out. Draco let out a strangled âNo fucking way.â
You sighed, unfazed, and brushed past them all toward the hallway, âIâve got him, donât worry.â
Mattheo watched you go, rubbing the back of his neck, caught somewhere between pride and panic.
The room was silent for a beat before Theo finally broke it, voice rough:
âMattheo. Riddle.â
He turned slowly, lips twitching with a smirk.
âYou have a baby?!â
âHOW?!â Enzo yelled.
Mattheo deadpanned, âWell, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very muchââ
âShut the fuck up!â Draco and Blaise snapped in perfect unison.
Before anyone could add another word, you reappearedâcradling a sleepy, blinking infant in your arms.
His dark curls were mussed from sleep, one tiny fist clutched near his face, eyes fluttering as he took in the unfamiliar faces. He had Mattheoâs wild hair, the same furrowed brow, andâwhen his lashes finally liftedâthe same stormy, soul-piercing eyes as his father.
âThis is Leo.â You said gently.
Draco went rigid, color draining from his face. He pointed an unsteady finger between you and Mattheo.
âI thinkâIâmâoh MerlinâI think Iâm having a heart attack. I need to sit down.â
Blaise put his head in his hands and groaned, âI canât believe I crossed international borders for this.â
***
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Trust Me, Heâll Never Know


Genre. Boyfriendâs best friend P.sh x reader
Warnings. CHEATING(donât do this irl!), infidelity, overstimulation, pussy eating, virginity loss, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, noncon, dubcon, public, in a bathroom, mentions of drugs, a bit of voyuerism, making out
WC. 3k+
a/n. Donât take this fic seriously! Donât like, donât read. MDNI. Separate fiction and reality. (lmk if I missed smthn!)
kizzmexoxo 2025 © all rights reserved.
You loved your boyfriend, Jake. He asked you out to be his girlfriend on Valentineâs Day. It was so romantic.
So tell me why right now youâre getting the best head in your life by his best friend, Park Sunghoon, in the middle of Halloween night.
During your first year of college, people, especially men, already had an eye for you. You werenât that popular in your old school so being praised was very new to you.
College was scary, you thought, but it became easier along the way since you had made new friends. You even gained a boyfriend.
He was the very popular and the kindest boy you knew, too kind. You remembered how you had same classes together and how you caught him staring at you in class.
He reached out for you first asking to be partners in an activity. From then on, you guys eventually had gotten closer as you talked to each other more and more.
Before long, you had met his friends in a party Jake invited you in. You had to admit, his friends were very attractive. Jay, Heeseung, Jungwon, and..Sunghoon, who Jake claimed to be his bestest friend. They all greeted you with a smile claiming that they already known or heard of you. Is it because Jake talks about you a lot? You secretly chuckle at the thought.
Him and his friend group separated by then. The party was going great but it wasnât really your type of place you turn up at. You try to look for Jake, a red cup in his hand, already mingling and having fun with other groups of people you donât recognize. You didnât want to disturb him. Although you were a bit bothered that he invited you to a party and left you there alone. You doubt the friends you had even attended.
You accepted your situation and decided to find a room to get you relaxed since the loud noises were bothering you a bit.
You left the area you were awkwardly standing at and went up the stairs that led to a hallway with many rooms. You try twisting the door knobs the to the doors youâve tried to enter in but itâs either locked or someone doing drugs in. You even accidentally entered to a woman giving a man head. They immediately told you to leave in an angry tone and you quickly ran and closed the door out.
You breathed out to process what youâve seen. That was disgusting. Though you saw something unexpected.
There was another door at the end of the hallway and you hoped no one was in there. You fairly just wanted to rest for awhile.
As you stepped near the door, you sighed because you knew that the room was already occupied due to the creaking inside. The innocent you did not know what those sounds were though.
You further realized the door had a tiny opening. You donât know why but the curiosity got the best of you as you peeked through the crook of the door. Your jaw slightly dropped.
You saw Sunghoon. His hips thrusting, really fast as the girl you donât know moans out his name. You stood there shocked.
You didnât realize it but you were admiring him. His groans to every thrust, his sweat dripping from his temple to his sharp jaw, his swollen lip from him biting it repeatedly.
You snapped out of it when his head turned to the side to see you peeking. You got caught off guard and couldnât move. You immediately left after you saw him smirking at you.
That was the last encounter you had with Jakeâs best friend.
A month or so after talking, you came to a conclusion that maybe Jake likes you and you liked him. After some time, Jake did ask you out and you agreed to be his girlfriend.
It all happened in Valentineâs Day when he asked you to come follow him after a movie you watched with him and his friends. It was in a parking lot when he opened up his trunk to reveal a banner saying âI like you. Be my girlfriend?â written.
Of course, you said yes. Jake gave you a hug and so did you. You then realize his friends were behind you, cheering for you both and recording this special moment.
You turn around and shyly chuckle. You did catch the eyes of Sunghoon. He looked expressionless but he did show a tiny smile. But you didnât care, you turn to Jake, your now and first boyfriend. You were happy.
It has now been months since being with Jake. You had always come over to his apartment to spend time with your boyfriend. You played games, cuddled, kissed, made out.. but never had sex yet.
You werenât ready.
Jake is a man. He has needs, desires, but you just couldnât give that to him. He understood it at first. But as soon as time passes by, you noticed how he became irritated by it.
He didnât show it, but you can feel it. Whenever your make out sessions would go too far and stop him, heâd sigh and nod, but not because he understood, but because heâs disappointed.
There had been ups and downs in your relationship but thatâs normal, you thought. Although this problem has been going on for awhile. Since this was your first relationship, you try to bring it up but he brushes it off saying he understands or he doesnât care. So, you stopped bringing it up.
It was Halloween season. Fun time to dress up and party. Jakeâs friend, Jay, initiated the Halloween party. You donât hate parties but youâd rather not attend. Knowing your boyfriend, Jake, would, you gave in and went with him.
Hearing it was a costume party, you wanted to have a couple costume with Jake, dressing up as peanut butter and jelly.
Jake disagreed, saying it was too corny. Of course, you laughed it off. He chose a cop and prisoner costume instead. You had no choice but to agree to avoid disappointing him.
You were the cop, the costume was a bit too tight that it aligned your curves pretty well. Itâs shorts barely covering ass cheeks that you have to pull the material down some more. You had a fake baton and a cop hat to fit the police aesthetic. While Jake simply wore an orange jumpsuit with buttons unbuttoned half way until his waist, revealing his white tank top underneath. He looked happy with the costumes he suggested. So you.. are happy.
Jake and you arrived Jayâs large modern house. It wasnât a mansion but it was pretty big. Cars surrounding it, colorful lights everywhere and the sound of muffled music blasted out loud. This was your first Halloween party, but you didnât know it would be this intense.
You and Jake entered and Jake was greeted with many people. He was popular after all. Though everyone knew he had a girlfriend, that was you, girls would still look at him the same way, like they had hearts on their eyes. You canât blame them, he is very handsome. You didnât mind it since you knew that he was yours. He chose you.
Itâs been hours since the party started. Music blasting out loud, people partying, dancing, drinking. It was suffocating. You had been following Jake all night as well. Him laughing and having fun while youâre just there at the side, like a puppy following her owner.
You even had 4 shots, to stand the loud noises. Though that didnât help. You gently tug Jakeâs cloth from his arm. He turned around to you, panting from all the dancing and laughing.
âWhatâs wrong, babe?â Jake still half smiling from all the fun time his having.
âI donât feel good. Can we leave?â
âAlready?â His smile faded bit by bit.
You couldnât stand him being sad by missing out a party he was having fun at so you give him a forced smile.
âJust kidding! Iâm probably just tired from all the shots. Iâll go to the restroom.â
He smiled again. He looks so adorable. He gives you a kiss on the cheek. âOkay, donât take so long!â
You nodded and left him there.
After minutes, that felt like hours, you couldnât find the bathroom. You panicked. You wanted to pee so fucking bad. You walked up the stairs, and due to squeezing your thighs to hold you pee, you accidentally trip and fell to a manâs chest. He caught you by holding both of your elbows with both your arms placed on his chest.
You shivered on the weird feeling between your thighs as you whined. âFuck, Iâm sorry-â you looked up to see Sunghoon, in a pilot costume, already staring at your disheveled look.
âS-Sunghoon!â
âHeyâ he smirked.
âDo you know where the restroom is?â You looked at him with a pleading look.
âI doâ
âWhere? I need to go!â
Instead of taking you there, he looks down to your costume. Clearly checking you out.
âSunghoon! I really need to go.â You say hitting his chest gently.
That snapped him out of his trance and chuckled. âCan you even walk? I donât think you can make it.â
âI could if you would just shut up! Take me now!â You say in the verge of wetting yourself. Fuck this is so humiliating.
He chuckles one more time before dragging you down the hallway and lead you to the bathroom. You finally got to go and sighed with relief.
As you opened the bathroom door to walk out, he was standing my the side with his arms crossed. He tilted his head to meet your eyes.
âThanks..â You mutter, looking away. It was silent for awhile.
Before you look back at him, he suddenly pushed you inside the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He leans his back onto the door and gave out a loud sigh with his eyes roaming all over your body. âFuck..â he groaned softly.
You gulped and blushed. You felt like you were naked just from his gaze.
âW-what..?â
âYou look uncomfortable in that costume.â He says so nonchalantly.
âWhy do you care.â You mumble, slightly looking away.
You could hear his steps, walking towards you.
âI ask myself that too.â He was in front of you, so close.
You softly gasp as you felt his cold, large hands on the side of your face, turning your head to meet his eyes. Soon you did, you can see his darkened eyes underneath that pilot hat. But a hint of something soft within them.
âSunghoon..â
âKeep saying my name like that.â He steps even closer. Now your lower back hitting the bathroom counter.
âStop it.â You say in a stern voice.
âStop what?â
âThis. You.â
He places his free hand on your other side, now trapping you. âI donât want to.â He says in a very low tone, almost possessive.
âI have a boyfriend. Your best friend.â
He sighs, your lips feeling his minty breath. He didnât say anything but leaned closer, his goal to smash his lips into yours. Is he really going to risk his friendship over you?
You stopped him by placing both your hands into his chest. âReally.. stop.â You shakily sigh from the sensation.
âShit. You little..â He drops his hand from your palm to place it on your other side to the counter and let his head fall to the crook of your neck. He sniffs your scent, letting out a little moan as he breaths out.
âYouâre driving me crazy.â He grinds his bulge to your clothed cunt.
âS-Sunghoon. No..!â
He ignores your plea, continuing to grind himself in you. Even if you were both clothed, you can still how hard and large his bulge is. Fuck he was huge. You would never let Jake do this. So why.. why are you letting Sunghoon-
He suddenly bites into your neck, replacing the sharp pain with his drool. Licking it up to your ear. His tongue reaching to your earlobe, gently biting it before his tongue enters your ear salivating it all over.
You gasp and whimper at the tickling and pleasuring sensation. You should stop him.. now. Do it now, your mind tells you to. But your body wonât move.
âHoon.. please..â you whimper. That was his last straw.
He pulled his tongue out of your ear and grabbed your thighs to push them up the bathroom counter, resulting you to sit on top of it as he held your thighs open. Your heart beats faster, seeing the sight of him kneeling down with his hands still resting on your lower thighs, spreading it open just for him.
Your thoughts of Jake faded slowly, bit by bit, while he starts to unbuckle your belt and drag your shorts down. Your soaked underwear was now exposed for him to see.
Sunghoon licks his lips before his face digs into your clothed cunt. Sniffing it before he licks the wet slick in your underwear. You gasp and whined at the sensation.
He couldnât wait anymore.
With no warning, he rips your white underwear.
âH-hoon!!â You softly yell at him.
âNeed your pussy so bad.â He says before digging his mouth in your wet cunt.
âF-fuck..!â You quietly moaned.
You had started to moan from his tongue swirling inside your tight hole while his nose pokes your clit. He didnât take long to move up to your clit and started sucking like his life depended on it. You tasted so good to him.
You could already feel your orgasm coming.
âH-hoonie.. I feel weird..!â
Gosh. He loves that nickname you made up for him on the spot.
âYouâre just feeling good.â He says in between sucking your clit.
Finally you reached your orgasm, which made you moan out, your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck.
âFuck, Hoonie, stop please!â He was overstimulating you. He continued to suck on your clit even faster and harder.. it felt so good. More than good.
âSquirt on my face, baby..â he moaned in your wet clit while he continues to slurp and suck. His mouth making lewd noises.
At long at last, you moaned out loud, hearing yourself squirt juices out of your pussy.
You leaned your head back onto the hard surface behind you, panting from just getting the best and first head ever.
You saw Sunghoon stand up from his knees, licking his mouth. His face was covered with your juices. He looked like he wanted more.
âE-enough..â you continue to pant.
He smirks down at you and trapped you into the counter again with both his hands. âWeâre not close to finishing yet, baby.â
He unbuckles his belt, his pants dropping down to reveal only his boxers with a bulge in between it. Should you tell him you were a virgin? You should have. You could have. But you didnât.
Instead you froze, your legs still opened, inviting him to enter.
He took his boxers off and disclosed his large dick. You can see his veins pulsing around it, needing release.
He positioned it onto your core, rubbing it between your folds to retrieve your wet slick to mix it with his precum.
You whimper feeling his dick between your folds.
âHoon.. we really canât do this. Jake..â
âDonât worry about him. Trust me, heâll never know.â
With those words that did not seem reliable at all, you squeal at the sharp pain you feel when his tip slowly entered inside you.
âH-Hoon! No please! Take it out!â
âShh..â he grabs the back of your neck and pulled you in to give you a gentle kiss. Suddenly pushing his whole dick inside of you, causing you to squeal loudly in pain onto his lips. He shut you out immediately by smashing his lips onto yours roughly. His teeth biting your lower lip that made you slightly open your lips, his tongue in a rush to enter your mouth.
Meanwhile, his dick pulling out of your walls, just to slide it back with full force.
You moan out loud as he continues to eat your face out while he pounds into your tight cunt.
He pulls away from you, âSo tight.â He groans, slightly leaning his head back, his pace starting to become faster.
âN-no.. hoonie!! Please pull it out..â Your hands stay on his shoulders from trying to push him away but to no avail since he wouldnât budge.
His pace quickens and pounds into your wet and tight cunt with no care in the world. He looks at you with a dark and lust in his eyes.
âWhy canât it just be me..â he groans, his mouth hung open from the feeling of your tight pussy clenching onto his hard dick. âI saw you first.â He grunts, every hard thrust he made, hitting your g spot.
You moan when you felt his tip hitting your cervix. âIâll treat you better.â His hips were now on full force, fucking you so hard, your back hitting the hard surface behind you. His head back to the crook of your neck, panting into your skin. The pain slowly turned to pleasure. You felt so wet inside, especially his dick dragging your walls up and down.
With the only energy you had left, you mumble his name, âHoon..â that made sunghoonâs hair in his arms rise and close to his orgasm.
âSay my name like that. Come on.â He groans.
âHoon.. Hoonie..â
He gave you a hard thrust one last time while pace slows down. His orgasm releases inside of you. You could feel how warm it is.. how wet he made you feel inside.
You both panted, he slowly pulls out his dick from inside your pussy as his cum leaks out.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He gave you one more kiss, that was passionate, on the lips.
You stared back into his eyes, now showing softness instead of lust. You return his kiss, a kiss that was risky. A kiss that was not supposed to happen. But what do you do now. Sunghoon was all you could think of.
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Satoru Gojo
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
Summary: Satoru is your best friend's boyfriend, you shouldn't like him.
Warnings: MDNI, Angst, Cheating (on Satoru, not from reader), Smut, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Sex, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Fluff, Hair descriptions for reader
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Youâre not sure why you sit with them instead of just being in your room. Theyâre here for your best friend, not you. You have no business being with them. It feels like youâre in high school all over again, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst them.
Every other night youâre fine with them being here, but tonight youâre out of it. Your eyes keep darting to Satoru and Ali, both sitting so close together that you almost feel upset. Ali is your best friendâ Sheâs been by your side for as long as you can remember. Sheâs like a sister⊠Yet you have conflicting feelings.
Whenever you look at her and Satoru together, you feel upset. A feeling that is quickly followed by remorse. You shouldnât like your best friendâs boyfriend; alas, you canât control your feelings. Even if you do act on your feelings (you only have a tiny crush either way, itâs no big deal), he wouldnât reciprocate them. Ali is simply stunningâ Itâs not that youâre ugly, but your whole life youâve watched her get praised for her beauty. She simply stands out while youâre just there. Just like this moment.
âHey, are you okay?â You hear your name from Satoruâs mouth, interrupting you from your trance of thoughts. Ali giggles, whispering something in his ear which makes the man chuckle. You unintentionally roll your eyes before nodding.
âOh my god, guys. I forgot to tell you.â Ali begins, drawing everyoneâs attention. Thereâs a grin on her face as she says, âItâs mine and Satoruâs third month anniversary.â
âWoah, for a moment I thought that you had something important to say.â Suguru, who sits beside you, comments. Ali clicks her tongue, sticking out her middle finger at the man. Suguru chuckles in response.
âItâs important! Satoru is going to propose soon.â She announces, sticking up her left hand. Satoruâs eyes widen, and he scoots away from her on the couch. Though theyâre details that you donât notice. Youâre just staring at Aliâs ring finger, knowing that itâll be adorned by a rock soon enough. You know sheâs very influential, and gets what she wants in the end.
âSheâs joking.â Satoru quickly clarifies but you know that itâs only a matter of time before Ali gets her way. In all of your years of knowing Ali, youâve never seen her get turned down. She isnât serious now, but sheâs dropping hints that she wants it to happen soon; if she doesnât get her way soon, the relationship will come to an end.Â
âI guess.â Ali chuckles before kissing Satoruâs cheek. It makes you take a deep breath and look away once again. You make brief eye contact with Shoko before quickly looking away as an uneasiness takes over you. You hear Ali ask, âIt wonât hurt to think about it, right?â
âYouâre still young, you have a lot of time.â Shoko chimes in, earning a glare from your best friend. That wasnât the input she needed, therefore, Ali looks at you.
âIt wouldnât.â You force the words out of your mouth. You can barely look at Aliâs face. Throughout the day whenever you look at her you just think of last night. You left your room to get some water and heard a rather obscene scene. You are rightfully uncomfortable⊠But youâre also sad.Â
You know you have no right to feel sad about this, but you canât help the feeling. Every time you look at her you just can hear her moan his name over and over again while he groans from pleasure. You froze in place, and heard more than you had to last night. You felt sick, and that memory replaying in your head doesnât help you.
Your breath hitches as you hear all of them laugh. You look around the room, feeling as if it gets smaller by the second. You canât stand it. You stand up from the couch, and awkwardly smile. You look back and forth between your best friend and her boyfriend before you tell them,
âIâm going to lay down. I have a lot to do tomorrow.â
No one says anything, letting you leave the room without a protest. Itâs not like you fit in the group either way. You feel like absolute shit, but itâs not their fault. Your personality just doesnât match with theirs, and thatâs not on them.
You lock yourself in your room and immediately bury your head in a pillow, letting the tears flow. An overwhelming flux of emotions flows through you. You like to think of yourself as confident, brave, and strong but right now youâre simply the worst.Â
You shouldnât like your best friendâs boyfriend and you shouldnât be upset at the fact that you heard them have sex the night before. Aliâs been with you through thick and thin, and this is how youâre repaying her.
Meanwhile, Satoru is staring at your bedroom door before looking back at Ali. He asks, âShouldnât you check up on her? Sheâs acting weird tonight.â
âThatâs just how she is. Sheâs always a little weird.â Ali rolls her eyes, and a slight frown comes on Satoruâs face. Maybe he shouldnât overstep, Ali knows you better than anyone but the comment still feels odd.
âIsnât that rude? Sheâs your best friend.â Satoru reminds her, and she clicks her tongue.
âI didnât mean it like that.â
Satoru is in his motherâs hospital room, watching as the one that gave birth to him sleeps. Suguru sits down next to him, afraid to make conversation since he doesnât want to wake the woman up. Suguru is just there for emotional support.
Satoru doesnât know what happened. He was on his way to visit his girlfriend, and his father suddenly called. His mother was ill, and they were on the way to the hospital. And here he is now⊠Waiting to talk to her. Theyâve been slipping her in and out of the room to run tests on her, and the moments that sheâs in the room she canât stay awake.
Satoru has been spending most of his days at the hospital for the past week. Heâs sick of it, but heâs not leaving his mother aloneâ She wouldnât be alone either way, his father is also practically living in the hospital, but Satoru still wonât leave. He texts Ali to kill time, though the conversations quickly get boring and he has to frequently change the topic.
âIâm going to get something to eat.â Suguru says, standing up from his seat. Heâs been glancing at Satoruâs phone, snooping in a conversation that doesnât concern him whatsoever. A conversation thatâs too boring for him to keep reading, which is a lot to say.
âIâll come with.â Satoru stands up as well, following Suguruâs lead. Satoru cracks his knuckles as they leave the room, commenting, âIâm so bored in there.â
âI saw you talking to Aliââ Suguru quickly bites his tongue when he realizes that heâs admitted to snooping. He canât shut up now, heâs already admitted to his crime, he might as well say whatâs on his mind. Suguru throws his arm over Satoruâs shoulder, slightly leaning on him as they walk to the elevator. âSheâs pretty, bro. Iâll give you that but⊠Sheâs kind of superficial.â
âWhy are you staring at my phone?â Satoru side-eyes his best friend, and Suguru shrugs. Satoru rolls his eyes at the lack of response before quickly defending his girlfriend. âYou know sheâs better in person.â
âSheâs not. She only ever talks about herself, and itâs never something interesting.â Suguru points out, which makes a frown appear on Satoruâs face. That isnât true at allâ At least Satoru hasnât noticed and heâs quick to pick up on stuff. Suguru continues trying to get his point across, âAnd I know she has⊠What, two million followers on Instagram? Like yeah, sheâs pretty but apart from that she has nothing.â
âShe has other qualities.â Satoru says as they both get to the elevator. He presses on the downwards arrow button, and they begin the long wait for either elevator.
âLike what? Please name one.â Suguru responds, and Satoru takes a minute to think about it. The elevator opens, and the men step aside to let the people out before entering the lift. The conversation dies down at that moment since itâs awkward to talk about Aliâs lack of personality when three other people surround them.
When they get to the first floor, Suguru brings up the topic again. Satoruâs annoyed, unwilling to listen at this point, and itâs written all over his face but Suguru does not care, âYou deserve better. Sheâs not the type youâd want to marry.â
âHow would you even know that?â Satoru scoffs, and Suguru rolls his eyes. Suguru knows that Satoru isnât going to actually listen. Satoru is defensive about this, and Suguru canât entirely blame him. Ali is still his girlfriend regardless, Suguru knows that heâd react the same way if Satoru began to bad talk Shoko.
âShe treats her best friend like shit. She treats someone that sheâs known her whole life like shit, and you think thatâs the woman you should marry?â Suguru answers, which makes Satoru roll his eyes.
âLetâs just drop it.â Satoru ends up saying, and Suguru sighs defeatedly.
âYeah. Letâs just eat something.â Suguru agrees. He checks the time and realizes he has to get going soon, âIâm leaving you after, Iâm going to see Shoko.â
After Suguru leaves, Satoru is left to go back upstairs alone. He doesnât mind the solitude, itâs not like he was talking to Suguru either way. Heâll probably ponder on Suguruâs words, and try to make an excuse for his girlfriend. Though if Satoru is being honest⊠He doubts the relationship is going to last long. Heâs turned a one night stand into a regular thingâ But maybe thereâs a future in the relationship. He likes to be optimistic about things, even if itâs a relationship that doesnât have much of a future.
âSatoru!â Heâs met by a voice that catches him off guard. Heâs a little surprised to be met by his girlfriend, but a smile comes to his face as he sees her face. Though the smile fades when he looks over her outfit.
Satoru isnât one to police what his girlfriend wears. Heâs fine with whatever that makes her happy. Heâs not the type to get jealous or control that aspect of her life⊠But he recognizes when an outfit is inappropriate for an occasion.
She wears a red cut out dress, as if sheâs about to go out clubbing. She smiles brightly at him, and Satoru canât help but feel bad. Sheâs a little ditzy sometimes. She doesnât mean any harm.
âWhat are you doing here?â Satoru sounds rather awkward, something that she doesnât seem to notice. Satoru would be more welcoming if she looked a little more decent for the place.Â
âI just want to visit my mother-in-law.â She says which makes Satoru cringe. He wonât correct her, he knows sheâs just joking. He thinks sheâs just joking. She gives him a tight hug, something that a few minutes ago he thought would be comforting; itâs anything but⊠But itâs not her fault.Â
âSheâs sleeping.â Satoru answers as he pulls away. Ali pouts, mimicking a sad expression. It feels like sheâs mimicking considering how she exaggerates it. Noâ Satoru is just overthinking everything after his conversation with Suguru. The dumbass was trying to brainwash Satoru.
âDo you want to go out to dinner then?â She asks, as if itâs the only reason why sheâs here. Satoru shakes his head which makes a slight frown appear on the womanâs face.
âI already ate something at the cafeteria.â Satoru responds.Â
âIâll go get something then. Iâm hungry.â She replies, and Satoru tries not to question it. Did she come here for the sole purpose of stealing Satoruâs attention? No, heâs just letting Suguru get to his head. Though heâd admit that itâs odd for her to show up at the hospital and immediately ask him out to eat.
She bites down her lip before asking Satoru, âDo you want to come with?â
âIâm going to my momâs room. You can come back after youâre finished.â Satoru answers, and she rolls her eyes. Satoru is going to pretend like he didnât catch that weird reaction. Itâs just his mind playing tricks on him. She leaves without a word, letting Satoru walk back to his motherâs room to wait by her side.
Satoru is sure heâs just reading into things as he sits down besides his mother once again. Stupid Suguru got in his head. The idiot has a way to mess with Satoru, it works ninety percent of the time. Though Satoru knows that he canât entirely blame Suguru since the man just mentioned certain behaviors that Satoru himself noticed. Ali is quite a bitch with you, and if Satoru were anyone else, heâd give you the advice to cut her off.
Perhaps youâre just sticking around because youâre roommates with Ali. He doesnât know the extent of your relationship either, heâs barely even scratched the surface so itâs not a matter that he has an opinion on. Ali is rising to fame as an influencer, and sheâs letting the attention get to her head so maybe this is just some new behavior on her end.Â
Satoru begins to question every little thing about Ali in the span of thirty minutes. Maybe she really is superficial like Suguru claimsâ Who is Satoru even trying to convince? Ali is most definitely superficial, heâs known about this since their very first date.
He grabs his phone to distract himself, heâs currently questioning his relationship because of Suguruâs dumb words. He canât let the little shit get to his head, Suguru loves to do this every time Satoru has a girlfriend and it always ends up with Satoru breaking up with his girl.
Satoruâs eyes narrow as he sees a new story from Ali. His thumb hovers over the screen as the man builds up the courage to click on it. Sheâs posing seductively for the camera, and Satoru sighs as he sees the story from a couple of minutes ago. Maybe itâs just a video from a couple of weeks ago; sheâs just posting content to keep her followers engaged.
Satoru taps on the screen, seeing sheâs posted multiple things in the last thirty minutes. Before getting to the hospital and while sheâs clearly in the building. Just five minutes ago she posted a mirror selfie in the hospital bathroom, and Satoru canât help but frown. Sheâs a bit ditzy but she canât be this unaware, right?
It clicks in his head at that moment. Suguru isnât trying to brainwash him, heâs just pointing out whatâs fairly obvious. Ali isnât here to actually check up on Satoruâs mom, sheâs here for another reason. She just wants Satoruâs attention.
He stands up from his chair and walks out of the room. He canât sit there knowing sheâs making a fool out of herself, and in the process, embarrassing him. He has to talk to her, ask for her to leave before she makes a complete and utter fool out of him as well.
Satoru gets to the cafeteria quickly, his eyes searching around the place for his girlfriend. Luckily, he doesnât have to look for too long before his eyes land on her as she poses for a photo. Sheâs treating the hospital cafeteria as a photo studio, he canât look at her for too long without embarrassment filling him inside. His eyes donât wander too far before landing on an all too familiar face.
Satoruâs breath hitches, gulping as he stares back at his father. His fatherâs eyes then fall on Ali. Satoru just should turn around and not acknowledge her at allâ If the situation is embarrassing now, he can only imagine itâs ten times worse if his father finds out that this oblivious woman is Satoruâs girlfriend.
âPookie! Come here!â Ali yells once her eyes fall on Satoru, making it loud enough for everyone to hear. Satoru can still turn around and pretend like he doesnât know her, especially since he sees his fatherâs brow furrows. Yeah⊠Itâs best if Satoru turns around and apologizes later.
âSatoru! Are you ignoring me?!â She calls out as she walks over to the man. Satoru freezes in his spot, making eye contact with his father who shakes his head disappointedly.Â
âAllison, now itâs not the time.â Satoru says through gritted teeth, not being able to even look at her.Â
âWhat? What are you saying?â She sounds offended, and frankly, she should be. Satoru looks ashamed to be near her because he is. He feels all eyes on him since Ali isnât exactly someone that blends into the crowd. Is this what it feels to be self-conscious?Â
Satoru grabs her hand and practically drags her out of the place. She posters him, demanding he tell her whatâs going on the entire time until theyâre finally outside of the building. Satoru lets go and she crosses her arms, huffing and puffing as Satoru runs a hand through his hair.
He canât lose his cool.
âWhy are you here?â He asks, taking a deep breath to ensure he remains calm and collected.Â
âI told youââ She begins only to be quickly interrupted by Satoru.
âWhy are you actually here? Actually. First of all you come here looking likeâ That. You tell me you want to see my mother but immediately ask me to go out and get something together. Instead of coming back up you begin to smugly post on your social media,â Satoru is too frustrated to care about the words that leave his lips. âYouâre posting for your millions of followers while youâre in a hospital. Youâre supposed to be visiting my mother and you look like this.â
âWhatâs wrong with my dress?â Sheâs trying to play dumb, looking down at the attire that is clearly inappropriate for the occasion. Sheâs ignoring everything else, knowing that she can easily win the argument if she only focuses on one detail.
âFor fuckâs sake, Allison. This is a hospital not a club. Youâre here to visit my sick mother, or what? Did you have other plans tonight?â Satoru argues and she scoffs.Â
âExcuse me for trying to be a good girlfriend. For the record, I do want to check up on my future mother-in-law. Next time Iâll just leave you alone.â She tries to sound threatening which makes Satoru roll his eyes. Before he can get another word in, she begins to walk away. Sheâs not going back inside, opting to walk to her car instead.Â
Satoru doesnât care to stop her, instead heâs agreeing with everything Suguru mentioned. Maybe he should reconsider everything about this relationship. But first⊠He has to go back inside and face his father.
As Ali and Satoruâs six month mark comes by, you notice that Satoru comes around less often. Satoru, who would come around every few days, barely shows up every two weeks. You think it started after Ali began to joke about getting engaged, but you know why Satoru is distant. It doesnât take a genius to figure it out.Â
You remember catching her before going out, telling you that sheâs about to go meet Satoru at the hospitalâ Before you could even question her outfit she told you that she was hoping heâd take her out to eat. Itâs shocking that he didnât break up with her right then and there, but you guess that he likes her so much that he canât bring himself to end things.Â
Though as you walk past her bedroom, you hear that some things donât change. No matter how bad she screws things up, this detail will never change. They could be a little less loud though, theyâre not alone. Or they could simply go to Satoruâs apartment since he lives alone. But no, they choose to come here.
You should probably cover your ears as you walk to the kitchen to get some water, but youâre unphased by this. Itâs not the first time it happens, and it certainly wonât be the last. You wonât lie and say that you arenât uncomfortable by the sound of it, and perhaps youâre searching for an apartment to move away soon because of how upsetting it is. But youâre slowly getting used to it.
âOh, fuck! Itâs so good!â She moans and you let out a sigh. She has no consideration for you. Itâs fine, youâll go back to your room and put on some headphones to block it out. But you freeze in your steps when you hear a voice that is not the one of her boyfriend.Â
You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you come to the realizationâ But no, youâre not going to get involved. You grab your glass of water and walk back to your bedroom, locking the door.
You plop down on the bed, grabbing your phone to check on your social media. You have a feeling that Ali isnât there with Satoru, and you want to check what heâs doing tonight. Satoru usually posts what heâs doing for the night in the most subtle ways. If he hasnât posted anything, then heâs probably with Ali and you should ignore the whole situation; but youâre quickly proven right when you see Satoru posting with Suguru.Â
The pictures could be from a different night though, but you notice that they were posted just a few minutes ago. Your eyes are wide, hands shaky as you stare at the picture. Regardless if theyâre from nights ago or tonight, Satoru couldnât have posted this while heâs getting busy with Ali.Â
You turn off your phone and close your eyes at the realization that your best friend is cheating on her boyfriend.
You try to convince yourself that the previous night is a misunderstanding. Youâre just getting the situation wrong, Ali would not do that to her boyfriend. But your best friend quickly proves you wrong when you walk out of your bedroom and see a random man in your kitchen, looking most indecent. Heâs covered in love bites, confirming that you werenât wrong in your assumptions
You almost feel like a prude for covering your eyes when you look in his directionâ You would think she would try to hide it the best she could, but she doesnât care. Sheâs letting him walk around freely in your apartment, even though you know sheâs awake.
âAllison.â You knock on her bedroom door, and within a few seconds she opens it. Her sandy blonde hair is neatly kept, letting you know that sheâs been awake for a while. Sheâs had enough time to get ready so sheâs certainly had enough time to kick the random man thatâs in your house out.
âHiâŠâ She bites her lip, looking guilty as ever. Just one swift look at you, and she knows that youâre not happy with her. She grabs your hand and pulls you inside before shutting the door. She doesnât want her loverboy to hear what she has to say.
âAli, what did you do?â Youâre stern, making it clear that this isnât a situation that youâre willing to laugh about. Maybe if Satoru deserved it you could turn a blind eye to this, but you canât. Satoru is a great boyfriend to her.
âIâm sorry.â Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she mutters an apology. An apology that should be to Satoru and not you. âI donât know what came over me⊠I told him I loved him and he justâ Just ignored me.â
âAli, thatâs no reason to betray your boyfriend.â You argue, and she buries her face between her hands. She cries, only making you feel guilty for even questioning her actions. You cross your arms and look away, refusing to feel guilty for her disloyalty.
âPlease donât tell himâ Iâm sorry. Itâll never happen again.â She pleads and you feel a heavy weight settle in your heart. No, you should tell him. Satoru doesnât deserve this.Â
Ali wraps her arms around you, resting her face on your shoulder as she continues to sob. âPlease, youâre the only person I can count on.â
âAliââ You begin, but you cut yourself off. You take a deep breath, before agreeing, âFine. Iâll keep your secret.â
Guilt is eating you alive. The very next day, Satoru comes over and you canât look him in the eye. You ignore him the entire time, and he notices something is up with you, but he wonât question it. If you donât want to talk to him, then itâs your own issue.Â
You feel like the responsibility of confessing to him is on your shoulders. But you donât want to betray your best friend by doing so. Sheâs made her own decisions about her relationship, if you snitch the blame shouldnât fall on you⊠But you still feel like it isnât your position to tell. Youâre not friends with Satoru at all, youâre friends with Ali. You feel like youâd be betraying her, not only because sheâs your best friend but also because you happen to like her boyfriend.Â
Youâre nearly driving yourself insane as you think about it. Ultimately, you decide to stay out of it. Satoru is going to find out in his own way eventually; youâre a firm believer that the truth always comes to light eventually, and in this situation you refuse to be the catalyst. And you certainly donât want to lose your friendship by telling him.
That is until the doorbell rings, a little later than usual on a Tuesday night. Ali isnât home, leaving you alone to welcome the uninvited guest.
âSatoru, what are you doing here?â You question, surprised at his presence. He should know that Ali is at a brand event right now, after all, sheâs gloating about it on any and every social media platform. âAli isnât here right now. She wonât be here in a while.â
âActually, Iâm here to talk to you.â He confesses, and you feel your stomach churn. You feel nauseous as guilt takes over you. Does he know? Is that why heâs here? Heâs most definitely here to question you, and you feel nervous.Â
âOh⊠What is it?â You try to smile to hide the fact that youâre freaking out. But it comes off as disingenuous, and Satoru is not an idiot that wonât notice it. Heâll choose to ignore it though.
âCan I come in?â He asks, and you move to the side, inviting him to the apartment. He steps inside, and looks around the place. Thereâs a different vibe to the apartment when Ali is gone⊠It feels oddly comforting.Â
âDo you want anything to drink?â You offer as you shut the door. But he shakes his head, and you feel oddly relieved by that answer. Heâs not going to be here for a long time, so heâs not going to bring it up.
Before saying anything, he takes a seat on the couch. He looks around the place for another minute, and he notices that you choose to stand instead of taking a seat. You couldnât make it any more obvious. He clears his throat before speaking up, âIs everything okay between us?â
âYeah! Yeah, why wouldnât they be?â Youâre stumbling over words, making your statement sound false. Heâs quick to spot the lie, and a frown comes to his face. You canât keep lying to him, you know.
âWhyââ
âSheâs cheating on you!â You blurt out, and to your surprise, he looks unphased. You feel the need to explain yourself after his lack of reaction, a response from your nerves. âI swore I was going to stay out of it when I heard her with her friend last weekâ I thought it was you two again but then I realized that it wasnât you, and I couldnât look you in the eye after it. I didnât want to say anything because sheâs my friend but youâre a really good guyââ
And as you ramble, you fail to notice that heâs stood up and heâs taken your hands into his. Heâs squeezing your hands to make you calm down as you explain your side of the story. Youâre not guilty in any of this, youâre just too damn good of a friend.
âHey, hey. Iâm not mad at you.â He cuts you off when he realizes youâre on the verge of tears. If heâs being honest, he was expecting something like this to happen with her. Heâs been waiting for the right moment to end things, and luckily he has the best excuse now.
âI shouldâve told you sooner, Iâm sorry.â You still apologize. You feel your face get warm as you realize heâs holding your hands, making you jerk them out of his grasp. âBut please, donât tell her I told you.â
âI promise I wonât.â He responds. âThank you so much for telling me.â
âSatoru, please donât tell her I told you.â You ask of him once again, and he nods in response. And though the weight is lifted off your shoulders, another worry begins to settle in. But you try to convince yourself that youâll be fine. If this marks the end of your friendship with Ali, then so be it. In the end, you did the right thing.
Satoru messages Ali on a Friday night, making sure that youâre out of the apartment before coming over. The message gets Ali excited since she thinks everything is going back to normal, especially since Satoru has been acting weirder than usual. The honeymoon stage is supposed to last longer than six months, but for some reason their relationship is going through a dry spell.Â
Ali begins to get ready for what she expects is going to be a steamy night. She checks the time every five minutes, waiting for Satoru to finally show up. While she promised you that she wouldnât do it again, sheâs not the type to keep a promise; especially when her needs arenât being met.Â
Meanwhile, Satoru decides how heâs going to break the news⊠Should he be gentle? He wonât lie and say that he isnât butthurt about her disloyalty. Heâs been thinking about ending things with her for a while, but it hurts his ego to know that she cheated on him. Maybe he should be harsh with her, after all, cheating is not a mistake one should take lightly. And Satoru is certainly mad at the offense.
Heâs set on making this as quick and easy as possible, so heâll be calm with her. Heâs grown to not care for her, so being angry will just waste his time. Sure, his ego is hurt but not enough to waste minutes of precious time. He takes a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
âPookie! Iâm so happy that youâre here!â Ali exclaims immediately as she opens the door. She throws her arms over Satoru, hugging him tightly. Satoru does not return the hug, something that she doesnât seem to notice.
They step inside, and Satoru awkwardly places his hands in his pockets. Heâs not unfamiliar with a breakup, but itâs still awkward. Ali walks to the kitchen to get something to drink for him. Something sweet, just how he likes it.
âIâve been thinking about you so much. I miss you.â She begins, and Satoru thinks about how to lay it on gently. She begins to tell him about a brand trip that sheâs been invited to, and all the magnificent details.Â
âHere.â She smiles brightly at him, handing him something to drink. Satoru hesitantly takes it from her hand, swirling the drink in his hand but not daring to bring it up to his lips. She takes a seat on the couch, waiting for him to join her. Satoru remains standing though. âYouâve been so quiet lately.â
âYeahâŠâ Satoru sounds awkward, but he knows that she wonât pick up on it. Satoru walks to the kitchen to put the drink on the counter, heâs not thirsty right now.Â
âIs everything okay?â Ali asks, and Satoru slowly walks back to her. Her eyes keep going back and forth between him and the couch, but Satoru is opting to stand.
âMy friend saw you with another guy in a compromising situation.â He finally admits, making her eyes go wide. A simple look at her, and Satoru knows that sheâs ready to deny the situation. He has no proof, why is he questioning her loyalty?
âIâ I donât know what youâre talking about.â She begins, immediately giving it away that sheâs guilty. Sheâs as pale as a ghost, something that almost earns a chuckle from Satoru in the very tense situation. He forgets about his hurt ego when he sees her reaction.
âDonât lie to me. He said everything I need to know, and I trust him.â Satoru changes a certain detail, one that will take away all suspicions that would surround you. Sheâs taken back by this, and sheâs not sure how to respond. She stands up from her seat, taking a step near the man.
âI only did it because youââ Sheâs getting defensive over her wrongdoings. Sure, she did it but she had a damn good reasonâ At least thatâs what she thinks. âI told you I loved you and youââ
âI canât tell you I love you when I donât.â Satoru cuts her off, and her face gets red from embarrassment. Sheâs still going to hold her head high and defend her actions, even if thereâs no good explanation for her decisions. âI was going to end things with you eventually, but what youâve done is unforgivable. I liked the possibility of us being friends but⊠I donât think I can do that either.â
âSatoru, we can talk about this.â Ali begins when she realizes that Satoru wonât care for any reasoning. Heâs set on ending things. Sheâs stepping toward him, and when sheâs within reach, she grabs his hands. âWe can work things out, letâs not throw everything awayââ
âYou threw everything away. Thereâs no way in hell Iâd get back with you after you cheated.â He interrupts her once again. Itâs just like Suguru said, sheâs very superficial. âYou told me you loved me, yet you went with the first guy you could find because I needed some time. What does that say about your character or your feelings toward me? Do you even care about me?âÂ
âI do! I was justâ Feeling so low. I was tipsy and made a mistake.â She tries to explain her side, and Satoru takes his hands from her grasp. He doesnât want to spend another minute here to hear stupid excuses for horrible actionsâ Horrible actions that hurt his ego but he doesnât care about as much as he should. He was over with the relationship for a while now.
âI donât care for a reason. This is over.â Satoru says, taking a step backwards. âPlease donât make this harder than it has to be. Weâre both mature enough to not make this a bigger deal than it has to be.â
She opens her mouth to speak, but Satoru walks away before she can get a word out. He doesnât care enough to hear what she has in mind, so sheâs forced to swallow her words.
Youâve never seen Ali as devastated as she is now. Sheâs crying on your shoulder, telling you how much she regrets her actions. Itâs good to hear that sheâs learned from her mistakes, but you feel extremely guilty knowing that your best friend is heartbroken because you couldnât keep a secret. Deep down, you know you did the right thing but still feel bad while your best friend is sobbing over her now ex-boyfriend.
âI donât know what Iâm going to doâ He was so perfect.â She sobs, and you hear your heart breaking. You shouldâve just bit your tongue about it.Â
You have conflicting feelings for Satoru, but you were rooting for them. Youâd never wish harm on your best friend, and you didnât tell him with the hopes that theyâd break up. Cheating isnât something that you can keep quiet about, even if itâs a mistake from your best friend.
âYouâll be okay, Ali. He wasnât worth it.â You embrace her, hand rubbing her back to soothe her. You donât believe the words leave your lips, but youâll say just about anything to comfort her. You know her, sheâs more upset about the fact that she got dumped than her so-called love for Satoru.Â
âYouâre such a liar! He was perfect!â She cries, and you canât argue with it. Youâre at a loss of wordsâ Whatâs the next step that you should take? You canât reprimand her and remind her that these are the consequences of her actions. âHeâs blocked me everywhere. Iâve been trying to message him on social media but I canât find his accounts.â
âMaybe you should let this go. Thereâs no way to go back from this.â You try to tell her, but your words fall on deaf ears. You know her, sheâs not listening to anything she doesnât want to hear. Ali wants something, and sheâll get it no matter the cost.Â
Sheâs looking up at you with glossy eyes, desperate to get what she wants. You know the look in her eyes. Sheâs determined to get back with him, and she needs your help. Before she can mutter something out, you speak, âNo. Iâm not getting involved.â
âPleaseâ Please, please, please. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â She pleads, putting her hands together to beg. You look away, not willing to fall for her trap. You feel the guilt of telling Satoru, slowly eat you alive; you know you did the right thing, but why do you feel so bad?
âThereâs plenty of fish in the sea, and youâre a pretty girl. Heâs not all that.â You answer, once again not believing a single word you say. You have to make her drop this absurd idea of getting back with Satoru though, and youâre willing to make up any lie.
She takes her head off your shoulder, dramatically crossing her arms and pouting like a child. You let out a sigh, knowing that this stupid idea of getting back with Satoru is not getting dropped any time soon.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you like him.â She murmurs, and you feel your face get hot. You donât say anything because youâd surely give away your feelings by uttering a single word.Â
âWeâll talk again when you grow up.â You stand up from the couch, planning to leave her behind to sort out her intense emotions. But just as youâre about to walk away, she speaks up,
âPlease, do this one thing for me and then Iâll leave you alone.â And you look back at her, the desperation in her eyes getting to you. Sheâs in this position because of you. The least you can do is help her out.
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips before you mutter out, âFine.â
Ali has an insane power over you, and itâs clear when she strings you along in her ridiculous plan. Though there is no plan, she just wants you to show up at Satoruâs place and beg. She canât show up anymore since he threatened her with a restraining order (thinking about it, youâre not sure why you agreed to come), so she pushed you to show up.Â
Though you arenât exactly doing what she wants you to do.
You texted Satoru in the morning, asking him if you could meet up to talk. Surprisingly, he agreed. You have no idea how to proceed though. How will you even bring up the topic without getting completely turned down?
Your mind is racing to find the answer as you sit down outside the cafĂ©. Youâre bouncing your leg, feeling your nerves rise as you wait for Satoruâs arrival. Ali is inside, trying to hide as her stupid plan unravels. Youâre like her puppet, and you fail to notice.
âHi.â Youâre startled by a welcoming voice. You look up to find Satoru with a subtle smile on his face. You stand up to greet him, though he assures you it isnât necessary.Â
His eyes look you up and down, and your face gets hot at the mere thought that heâs checking you outâ No, itâs absurd. He wouldnât be into you in any way. Ali is his type, and youâre nothing like her.
âIâm going in. Do you want anything? I heard you also like sweet stuff.â Satoru offers, and youâre about to shake your head since you donât want Satoru spending a single cent on you; but then you remember Ali is also inside.
âIâll get it, what do you want?â You quickly ask and he raises a brow.Â
âItâs fine, I need to walk a little more before stuffing my face.â He replies, and you insist. He lets out a chuckle at your insistence before telling you, âIâll ignore Allison, you donât have to worry about it.â
âOhâ You know about that.â You awkwardly respond, and Satoru nods.
âYou donât think Iâm dumb enough to not know, right? Youâre too good to her, you wouldnât reach out even thoughââ He cuts himself off before finishing his sentence. He doesnât want to embarrass you. âI know youâre here for her.â
âThen why did you come?â You question, earning a shrug for him. Before you can pressure him to give you a proper answer, he walks inside the cafĂ© to get himself a treat. You take a seat once again, and instead of focusing on your initial goal, your mind fills up with questions.Â
Heâs not here because he likes you⊠Right? No. Absolutely not. You quickly shake that thought out of your head. Itâs not that youâre not beautiful, but compared to Ali youâre nothing. Your whole life youâve always come second to her, and this situation is no different. Even if Satoru were to make a move on you, itâd be to get some sort of revenge on Ali.Â
As your mind races and goes through every possible scenario, Satoru comes back with a coffee and two treats. He places a delicious dessert in front of you before sitting down across from you. Your eyes get big at the sight of the sweet dish, your mouth salivating. It sure manages to push away any and all thoughts that were flooding your brain.Â
âWhat is this?â You ask, and he looks like heâs fighting back a smile.
âJust thought you might like it.â He acts unbothered. You lick your lips, about to taste the dessert but you end up holding back. You simply watch him sip on his beverage. Youâre reminded that youâre here to help Ali out.
âHow have you been holding up? Has the breakup been hitting you hard?â You ask, though you know the question is useless. Satoru has never looked better. A great weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and itâs noticeable.Â
âSure, you can say that.â He chuckles, taking the question as a joke. âGive me your proposal. What is she offering?â
âApologies.â Thereâs an unintentional mocking tone in your voice. Satoruâs brows raise as he picks up on it, but he quickly assumes that you donât do it on purpose. âShe really is sorry, Satoru. She regrets her decision, and she really misses you.â
âThatâs good to hear.â He says, and before you can say anything, he speaks up again, âI still donât want anything to do with her. You of all people should know that cheating isnât the only thing that led to this.â
âAli is a good person⊠Sheâs just out of it sometimes.â You defend her, and Satoru laughs. âShe misses you so much, and it hurts to see my best friend in this much pain.â
âYouâre too good for her.â He replies, and you hate to hear those words. Sheâs your best friend, youâre not too good for herâ Youâre just doing everything that a best friend should be doing.
âIâm doing what I should be doing. She loves you, Satoru.â You point out, and he scoffs. She told him that she loves him, but thatâs hard to believe. Satoruâs gotten to know Ali, and he knows that she has a certain way with words. Sheâs not very convincing to Satoru though.
âWhy should you be involved in this? Youâre a great friend, but sheâs not one. If she was, she wouldnât get you involved in this.â Satoru responds, and you sigh. You donât want to begin that conversation, mainly because you know thereâs some truth to his words.Â
âI should get involved because sheâs suffering.â You argue, and Satoru wants to laugh. Suffering, right. Sheâs too self-absorbed to care about someone else.Â
âCanât she just get a new boyfriend? Why does it have to be me?â He asks, and you furrow your brows.Â
âWhat do you mean? Who else would it be?â You question. âYou canât easily fall in and out of love.â
âSheâs not in love with me though. She just likes attention and expensive things, something a lot of other men can offer.â Satoru points out, making you bite your lip. Heâs not entirely wrong but you still choose to defend your best friend.
âShe does love you, Satoru. Sheâs been crying to me about this for so long. She misses you.â You defend her, and Satoru clicks his tongue.
âWill you taste the dessert I got you? I want to see if you like it.â Satoru tries to change the topic, and you puff out a breath. Itâs not going to kill you to taste it, and youâll quickly go back to the subject.
You take a small bite, and your eyes light up as you begin to savor the food in front of you. Satoru is watching your every move, finding your expression amusing. For the second, you completely forget why youâre here.Â
âIs it good?â Satoru asks, and you excitedly nod your head. Itâs good to know that he made the right decision. He watches you take another bite before standing up. The topic of Ali is tired, and he knows that itâs the only type of conversation heâll get from you today. He knew that the whole reason you asked him to meet up was to talk about Ali, but he doesnât regret coming.
âWhere are you going?â You sound funny, your mouth full of food as Satoru grabs his drink. Itâs obvious heâs leaving, but you ask with the slight hope that youâre wrong.Â
âFor the record, I came here because itâs always nice to talk to you.â Satoru tells you, and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. He clears his throat before pointing inside, âWe can meet up again soon, just not with her around.â
âWaitâ! Weâre not done here.â You try to stop him but Satoru turns his back to you and begins to walk away.Â
Unluckily for Ali, youâre not running after him to talk. Heâs made his decision and you arenât willing to interfere in their relationship anymore. And unluckily for you, you know that Ali wonât accept the decision and continue to press you about the matter.Â
Satoru furrows his eyebrows as he sees the long line of the shop. He thought that showing up early would reduce the amount of people in the place, but heâs been proven wrong. He canât help but sigh, knowing that heâll spend at least twenty minutes waiting just to get a treat. But all the time in line is worth it.
Satoru looks around the place, hoping that heâll find somethingâ Even if he stands so far away that he canât make out anything he sees. He freezes when he sees a familiar head of curly brown hair, way ahead in line. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before stepping forward.
âWhich one should I get?â You mutter yourself, mouth watering as your eyes scan all the desserts behind the glass.Â
âThe macaroons look good.â Youâre startled by an all too familiar voice. You put your hand over your heart, feeling as if itâs about to beat out of your chest as you look at him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask him, as if itâs impossible for you to end up in the same place. You know he has a sweet tooth as well, it shouldnât be a surprise to find him here. You look back, and see the long line behind you. âOh, youâre using me to cut line, I see.â
âCanât you believe I just wanted to greet you?â Satoru responds, and you chuckle.Â
âItâs fine. You can use me.â You respond, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Itâs weird to talk to him without using Ali as an excuse. âIâve been waiting for a while, itâs fine.â
âDid you just get off work?â Satoru asks and you nod. âWhat do you do? Iâm sorry I neverââ
âHurry up! Weâre waiting!â Someone cuts off the conversation, and you feel your face get warm from embarrassment. Satoru glares back at them, as if he has the right. He did cut the line, but he doesnât care.Â
âIâll take two of those.â You tell the worker behind the counter. You donât even look at the food that youâre pointing at, you just want to get out of line. âPick what you want.â
His order is more intricate than yours. Itâs clear that he wouldâve waited an hour if he had to.
âIâll pay.â He insists when you get to the register, and you want to argue with him that you got yourself covered. But he pays before you can even open your mouth.
âThank you.â Youâre forced to thank him when you exit the store. You expect to go your separate ways, after leaving the place but Satoru offers,
âHow about we take a seat? I want to talk to you.âÂ
âOhâ Yeah.â You respond. You bite down your lip before telling him, âIâm a tech analyst, by the way.â
âHuhâ Oh, yeah.â Satoru replies. He stares at your face for a moment before letting out a low laugh. âI wouldâve never guessed.âÂ
âWell now you know.â
Ali calms down a couple of months after her breakup with Satoru. She certainly leaves you alone about the matter which youâre grateful for. Youâre more than willing to help your best friend with any issue, but her relationship with Satoru is a mess youâd rather stay out of.
Knowing Ali, sheâs certainly not given up on Satoru. Sheâs just leaving you out of the mess, and by doing so, sheâs completely forgotten about you. Even though you miss your friend, you certainly donât mind not being involved in her romantic issues.
You know that sheâs looking for ways to get close to Satoru again, not knowing that using you again would actually offer some sort of result this time around. But you wouldnât dare tell her.Â
It wasnât something you planned out, it just happened. Your shared love for sweets led you to the same shop in townâ And you keep meeting up by chance. There aren't many shops in the area like that one. Sure, you can buy a dessert anywhere, but you wonât find the variety and quality anywhere else in town; itâs what attracts you two to the same place.
You met a handful of times by chance, and each time you began to talk. Conversation flowed smoothly each time, which led you to talk more on the phone. Now youâre texting to meet up, agreeing to grab a sweet treat at least once a week. You slightly feel guilty for meeting him behind Aliâs back, but you know that you arenât doing anything wrong.
Youâre simply friends with Satoru. Everything is completely platonic.
âI got this for you.â Satoru puts down a little box on the table, sliding it over to you. Your eyes narrow as you try to decipher whatâs in the box. You wonder what heâs picked for you. While youâve gotten close, you doubt that heâs really noticed your preferences in sweets.Â
âYou didnât have to, thank you.â You immediately respond, opening the box to find your favorite dessert. Your eyes widen, a smile coming to your face as you realize that heâs noticed what your favorite kind of treat is. Itâs sweet to know that heâs noticed. âI really appreciate it, Satoru.â
âIt was no problem.â He smiles back at you. Heâs always buying something for you, making you feel special in a way that heâd never guess. You almost feel guilty for never getting him something in return.
âDo you want a bit?â You offer, but he quickly shakes his head. He got it for you because he knows that you like it, but he isnât particularly fond of the dessert that he got you. You look delighted with his response, making Satoru scoff.
âYou do know the place has more, right? It wouldnât kill you to share either.â He says, and you stick your tongue out at him jokingly. âYou can enjoy your yucky dessert alone, donât worry.â
âYucky? Really?â You respond and he hums in response. âYou sound like a child.â
âI canât find a more fitting word.â He replies which makes you giggle. He can criticize the food all he wants, as long as you donât have to share. Satoru clears his throat before speaking up again, âYou know, I was thinkingââ
âThis is so good.â You unintentionally cut him off as you taste what he got you. You swear youâre in heaven with the first taste. You donât understand how Satoru doesnât like it, but itâs fine, youâre happy as long as you donât have to share. Satoru chuckles at your reaction.
âI really donât understand why you like it so much. Thereâs so many other options.â He says, but you donât pay much attention to what he has to say. And just like that, the courage for what he was going to say is completely gone. âBut if it makes you happy.â
âYou know something? Youâre actually a really picky eater. I never figured you as the type.â You tell him, and Satoru clicks his tongue. You arenât wrong though. âI did cut you off, didnât I? What were you going to say?â
âNothing.â He shakes his head, dismissing the topic. You furrow your brows, getting curious as to what you interrupted.Â
âAre you sure?â You question and he nods in response. The reason youâre here today is because Satoru texted you that he wanted to talk about something. You seriously doubt that the reason heâs here is to simply give you a free dessert. âI donât buy it.â
âYouâre right.â He sighs. He bites his lip, fidgeting his fingers. Heâs feeling nervous, something that rarely comes to him. Satoru has the right to feel confident in every situationâ But heâs not sure how to approach this considering the weird dynamic that you have. He finally spits out, âHow about we go on a date? Would you like that?â
âSatoruââ Youâre caught speechless. You slowly blink, feeling as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest. Did you hear that right? You begin to laugh, as if Satoru just told you some sort of joke. âYou got me.â
âIâm not joking.â Satoru almost sounds offended by your response.
âIâ I canât, Satoru.â You answer, feeling dirty for even saying that. You like himâ Itâs no longer a stupid crush anymore. After spending time with him, and getting to know him better, youâve realized that you like him as a person. Youâre not just attracted to him. You can picture a future with him, although you shouldnât.Â
âWhy?â He asks. He knows you like him, heâs known for a long time. Itâs clear that you two have chemistry. You didnât just say no, you specifically told him that you canât. âIf itâs about Aliââ
âIâm sorry.â You stand up. You walk away, leaving your dessert half eaten.Â
âShouldâve known.â Satoru mutters, quickly followed by a sigh. Itâs clear that you like him, but your loyalty towards Ali is stronger.
âHey⊠What are you doing here?â Satoru opens the door, only to find you completely distressed. Itâs almost midnight, so heâs shocked to find you at his door. You look distressedâ Itâs clear to him that youâve just woken up, given that youâre wearing your glasses instead of your usual contacts. âIf itâs about earlierââ
âWe have to talk.â You cut him off, and Satoru moves to the side to let you in. You take a deep breath before stepping into his apartment. You awkwardly look around the place, wondering why youâre here. Youâre listening to your heart instead of your brain, you should turn around and go back to your best friend.
âWhat do you want to say?â He asks, shutting the door behind him. He steps near you, and you feel your breath get caught up in your chest.Â
âI was thinking about it⊠I do like you, Satoru.â You confess, something that isnât news to Satoru. Heâs known for a while. It was clear that you were trying to hide it, so it wasnât something that concerned him while he was with Ali.
You sigh, âBut Aliâs been my friend since childhood. She loves you. I canât do this to her.â
âPleaseâŠâ Satoru grabs your hand, putting it over his beating heart. You feel your face get warm, looking up at him to make eye contact. âYou shouldnât be unhappy for her.â
âWe make great friends, Satoru. I canât hurt her like this.â You tell him, hating yourself for the words that leave your mouth. If you were anyone else, youâd jump at the opportunity to be with him, but you canât do that to your best friend. âI came here to tell you that. I donât want to ruin our friendship.â
âYou know that weâd go really great together.â He tries to convince you, and you know he isnât wrong. You look into his adoring eyes, feeling your heart skip a beat. âYou canât base your decisions on her feelings.â
You shouldnât. You really shouldnât.
âIâm sorry.â You mutter as your hands go to the back of his neck, bringing him down to meet your lips. Youâre not apologizing to him, that part is clear to him when your soft lips meet his. Youâre listening to your heart and not your mind for once. Though it swells with guilt, the feeling is overshadowed.
Satoru shuts his eyes, giving in to the soft feeling of your lips against his. You pull away, your gaze meeting his adoring eyes for a moment. You shouldnât, yet your lips meet again. It starts sweet, but his wandering hands escalate things. Your tongue enters his mouth as his hands land on your ass.Â
You feel as if your body is burning up as your tongue presses against his. You need him in every explicable way. Your body needs more. Satoru picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to his bedroom, gently putting you down on his bed. Are things going too fast? Or has this been brewing up for a while? Either way, things arenât stopping now.
He pulls away, taking off your glasses and putting them down on his nightstand before focusing all his attention on you. He cups your face and lovingly kisses you as your fingers trace down his body and stop at his sweatpants.Â
You escalate things by pulling down his sweatpants, unable to waste any more time. You pull away from the kiss. You look up at him with dark, lust-filled eyes. As he pulls away, you push down his underwear.Â
You shouldnât be surprised by his size, but heâs bigger than average. Your hand wraps around the base and you give it a couple of strokes before your tongue circles around the tip. You start off slow and unsure, but quickly become confident as you hear a soft moan leave Satoruâs lips.
You lick his length before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.Â
You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. Itâs not how he usually likes to start off things, but right now he swears heâs in heaven with how your mouth feels around his cock. It feels so perfect around him.Â
Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and he bites down his lip. He doesnât want to embarrass himself by being too loud, even if it is because youâre making him feel good. He stares down at you, watching as you suck him off with no problem, looking so perfect while youâre preoccupied. He sighs, relieved.Â
You look up at him, wanting his approval. Heâs a little too caught up in his own feelings, too engrossed with how your mouth feels around him. He canât form a sentence to praise you on how good youâre doing.Â
He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. As gentle as he wants to be with you, he canât hold back for too long. Youâre gagging on his dick, tears filling up your eyes and quickly spilling as he makes you take every inch of his dick in your mouth.Â
âFuckâ Fuck-â He moans, watching as a couple of tears leave your eyes. It should be a sin for someone to look so pretty as they begin to cry. He finally lets go of you, allowing you to retake control of the narrative. âYour mouth is too perfect.â
You take his dick out of your mouth, stroking it a couple of times before wrapping your mouth around it again. Satoruâs breath gets caught up in his throat as his release nears.Â
He shuts his eyes, throwing his head back, groaning in pleasure as his come hits the back of your throat. You take his cock out of your mouth and before you can say a word, his lips land on yours again.
Satoru wastes no time in getting you undressed. He makes sure to praise every inch of your body, kissing every corner. He wants you to know just how much he likes you, and how attractive he finds you. There is no better way to tell you than just by kissing every inch of your body.Â
âGet on all fours.â He tells you, and you waste no time. Satoru takes a moment to look at your pretty pussy before spitting on it a couple of times.Â
Satoru aligns his cock with the entrance of your pussy, running the tip through your folds and teasing you. Satoru slowly pushes himself inside of you, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You loudly moan as his thick cock stretches you out.Â
Satoruâs hands go to your hips, searching for balance before he begins to move. The man canât help but loudly moan as he feels your tight pussy wrap around him. Youâre so perfect, itâs going to drive him insane. He hasnât properly tasted you yet but heâs surely to get obsessed.Â
âItâs so good!â You moan, his cock filling you up just right. You hate to admit that youâve thought about this moment so many times, but you never imagined itâd be this good. Itâs hard to feel guilty when your body feels this amazing.
Your back arches as your head presses against the mattress, muffling any noise that comes from your mouth. Satoru slaps your ass as his eyes watch it jiggle with his every movement. He canât keep his eyes off it.Â
âYouâre so tight.â Satoru tells you through gritted teeth. He holds back on moaning, not wanting to sound too pathetic as he fucks you. Itâs hard when your cunt is so nice and tight around him though.
âItâs so good, daddy.â You moan, stumbling over your words. Satoru can die and go to heaven when he hears you call him daddy. Everything you do is so perfect, he canât believe heâs waited so long to pursue you.
One of your hands goes under and you begin to play with your clit, making you squeeze around his cock. He moans your name out of pure pleasure. Heâs surely going to be thinking about this for days on end. Heâs never felt like this with anyone else.Â
âDaddy, itâs so good!â You stop playing with your clit, your hands gripping the silk sheets underneath as your orgasm takes over your body.
âGood girl. Youâre doing so good.â Satoru breathlessly praises you, knowing that he wonât last much longer. He isnât alone though. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, orgasm rapidly approaching.Â
Your body finally spasms, reaching your peak. Satoru slaps your ass a couple of times, praising you for being so good and so perfect for finishing around his cock. He keeps telling you how perfect you are, moaning your name. Heâs making you feel like a goddess.
Satoruâs thrusts become unregulated. Itâs hard for him to contain himself, but he doesnât want this moment to end. He doesnât want you to come to your senses yet. He wants to stay like this for a while. Alas, he canât hold himself back forever.Â
He pulls his cock out, coating your ass with his cum. He swears he hasnât seen a prettier sightâ Apart from your face, of course. But your ass being coated with his cum is a close second.
âThat wasââ Satoru plops down on the bed beside you, as you lay on your stomach. Heâs out of breath, and needs a moment. âAmazing.â
âYeah.â You chuckle, staring at him as he looks at the ceiling.Â
Maybe youâll regret it in the morning, but not right now. Right now, you feel euphoric.
Your hand goes to his face, thumb caressing his cheek. He looks back at you so lovingly, and your heart skips a beat.
âWeâre not done yet.â You tell him, and a smile comes to Satoruâs face.
He couldnât agree more.
The sunlight peeks into the room, causing you to open your eyes first thing in the morning. You slowly take in your surroundings, realizing that youâre not back at your place. You feel a heavy arm over your body, cuddling you. It takes you a minute to remember the events of last night before you quickly sit up on the bed.
You feel your face get hot, embarrassment quickly flowing through you. Quickly followed by regret. No, you shouldnât be here. You do like him, otherwise you wouldnât have shown up last night⊠But doing this to your own best friend? You donât know how you could ever face her again after this.
âGo back to sleep.â A sleepy Satoru mutters, and as much as your sore body wants to lay back down, you canât. Youâre pulling the bed sheets off your body and searching for your scattered clothes. Satoru ends up fully waking up when he realizes what youâre doing. Youâre leaving as if this is a one-night-stand.
âPlease donât ever tell anyone that this happened.â You tell him, grabbing your bra from the floor. Satoruâs eyes focus on your assâ Granted, itâs the worst time to focus on your ass, but itâs hard to ignore when it looks so perfect in front of him. Your next words bring him back to reality, âWhat happened last night shouldnât have happened. Iâm sorry.â
âHey.â He calls out your name, making you freeze in your spot. Youâre hesitant to look back at him, but you end up doing it. âYou know you donât regret it.â
âIâ I donât.â You canât lie to him. You try to continue to get dressed to get out of the apartment as fast as possible. Youâre scared that youâre going to commit another mistake if you stay for too long.
âWhy donât you stay?â Satoru asks, and you canât give him an answer. He knows why, but he needs you to say it for you to realize how ridiculous you sound. âYou shouldnât put yourself second. Ali made her own mistakes, and you shouldnât pay for them.â
âSheâs my best friend, Satoru. She loves you.â You respond, and Satoru scoffs. Itâs too early to deal with this. How many times does he have to tell you that she doesnât love him for you to drop the subject. âI know that she doesnât deserve another chance with you, but I canât do this to her.â
âDo what to her? Sheâs going to move on eventually, and youâre just going to be miserable. Youâre passing up on a great relationship for a girl that doesnât care about you enough.â Itâs harsh, but Satoru canât help but tell you the truth. As painful as it is. If he isnât harsh with you, youâll never open your eyes.
âYouâre right.â You end up sighing. You take a seat on the bed again, mind heavy with thoughts.Â
âIf you want this to stop now, we can end it now.â He says, reaching over to grab your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. âJust know that we like each other, and thereâs actually nothing keeping us apart.â
For a long minute, the room is silent. Heâs right, as much as you donât want to admit it. Thereâs no reason for you to not be together. Ali wonât react well, but youâre not going to let her dictate your life.Â
âYouâre right.â You respond, and you watch as his face lights up. âBut please, letâs keep this a secret for now. Until I figure out what to say to Ali.â
âMy lips are sealed.â
Thereâs something up your sleeve, and Ali canât help but notice. She doesnât know when it started, but one day she realized that the place was dirty. Dishes were piling up, the floor needed to be mopped and she didnât have a single article of clean clothes.Â
Even when you found out that she cheated on Satoru, you continued to do everything for her, so she wonders if something is wrong with you⊠The place is filthy, time is running out and she refuses to pick up a single dish. Youâve always taken it as your responsibility to do every chore in the house, you canât just stop now. What could she have possibly done to upset you this time? She tries to talk to you about the subject, but when she knocks on your door, youâre not home.
Thatâs not the only thing though. When you do come home, she notices you have some expensive items. Items that youâd never willingly spend money on, she knows that much about you. The signs are all there: youâre seeing someone.
âHi, babe.â Ali startles you when you get home, a little past midnight. Youâre a bit disheveled, making it clear what you were up to. She stayed up for you, waiting for you on the couch, and it makes you feel uneasy.
âHi, Ali.â You sheepishly smile at her, feeling as if youâve somehow gotten caught. You cover up your tracks damn well, you know that she has no way of knowing that youâre dating Satoru behind her back. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing much.â She responds. You feel your breath get caught up in your chest, waiting for her to say something else. You begin to take small, subtle steps to your room as she makes up her mind. âAre you mad at me?â
âNo⊠Why would I be?â You question, though you know why she asks. Sheâs worried because youâre barely coming around.Â
âYouâre seeing someone then, right?â She asks, standing up from the couch and stepping towards you. You feel your hands get shaky, nerves taking over you.
âNoâ Why do you ask?â You slightly stumble over your words, and you hope that she doesnât notice. You hope that Satoru is right about your best friend when he says that sheâs too self absorbed to care about anyone else but herself.Â
âYouâre here late andâŠâ She looks you up and down, judgment written all over her face. âYou look like that.âÂ
âI just had a rough day.â You claim, trying to play it off. Much to your dismay, she snatches the purse that you hold in your hands. She closely inspects it, trying to check if itâs authentic. You shouldâve known better than to accept Satoruâs very expensive gifts.
âItâs real. You wouldnât spend this much money on a purse.â She points out, and you get increasingly nervous. You snatch the purse back before answering,
âIs it that hard to believe that I would slowly save up for a purse?âÂ
âFine.â She rolls her eyes. Itâs very clear that youâre seeing someone, but you wonât tell. Youâll come around eventually, she just has to give you the cold shoulder for a whileâ Sheâs not too sure if itâll work this time around.Â
She dramatically turns away from you and begins to walk to her room, taking small steps to give you time to speak up. But you donât say anything. On the contrary, you begin to walk to your room as well.
âYouâre the worst.â You stick out your tongue at Satoru, getting mad at the 4+ card that he puts down on the deck. You wish you could easily take defeat, but your boyfriend sure loves to brag about his victories. He drives you insane.
âThe worst? Why? Because Iâm better than you?â Satoru is so smug about it, and youâre filled with rage. You take deep breaths, reminding yourself that this is just a game.Â
âYou suck!â You respond, throwing your cards on the coffee table. Satoru chuckles, watching you stand up and head to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, making him follow like a lost puppy.Â
He engulfs you in a hug, filling up your face with kisses. He mutters baseless apologies for his great luck and strategy for the game. Youâre trying to push him away, but heâs too overbearing.Â
âHi, guys.â You hear and your blood runs cold as you hear an all too familiar voice. You finally manage to stop Satoru, who looks unphased by Shokoâs voice. Youâve been caught, yet he doesnât seem to care.
âJeez, have you heard of knocking?â Satoru finally looks at the woman, who holds up the apartment key.Â
âI came here to pick something up. Suguru left his jacket here.â She looks around for the item she came for, not really questioning why Satoru was kissing you.Â
âWeâ We can explain.â You begin, and she furrows her brows in a confused manner as she looks back at you.Â
âWhat is there to explain? Satoru told us that youâre dating.â She answers, and you glare at the man that stands right next to you. He looks just as confused as Shoko by your reaction.
âWas I not supposed to?â He questions, and you cross your arms.
âI told you that this is a secret.â You mutter.Â
âYeah, a secret from Allison. Not my friends.â Satoru reiterates, and you sigh. So his friends know, great. Itâs only a matter of time before your best friend finds out as well. You have to find the right time to break the news to her before she finds out on her own.
âSatoruâŠâ You shake your head disappointedly. You want to show off your relationship as much as possible, so youâre not hiding this because you want to. Youâre doing whatâs best for your relationship for Aliâ As selfish as it is to do this to Satoru.
âIâm sorry, I misunderstood.â He apologizes, as a heavy weight sets on your shoulders. You have to tell her eventually, you canât keep your relationship a secret forever.Â
âI have toââ You begin, but youâre cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Shoko grabs it from the coffee table and hands it to you, a look of annoyance coming to her face on your part. You feel your heart drop, looking back at your boyfriend. âItâs her.â
âJust pick up the phone. She wonât call you unless itâs an emergency.â Satoru tells you. Heâs noticed that your best friend rarely communicates with you; granted, unless she needs something from you.Â
âHi, Ali.â You answer the phone, stepping away from Satoru because youâre scared that a single breath from him will get you caught. Satoru keeps his gaze on you as you talk to your best friend. âOh, Iâm so sorry. Iâll be right there.â
âWhat happened?â Satoru mouths, but you ignore him as you comfort your best friend. You stay on the line for another minute before hanging up.Â
âA family member of hers died, and she wants me to go with her back to our hometown.â You answer, and Satoru raises his brows. He wonât ask who, itâs too intrusive. Youâre together, but thereâs some things about Ali that you refuse to tell him because you feel like youâre telling too much about your best friend.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â Satoru isnât sure how else to respond. You kiss his cheek before walking over to the couch to grab your stuff.
âI have to go. She sounds pretty devastated.â You tell him, and Satoru purses his lips together. The great night that he had planned has been ruined, and for Ali of all people. But he tries to pull his feelings to the side, knowing that thereâs a possibility that youâre affected by all of this. After all, you and Ali grew up together.Â
âDo you need anything? I canââ He begins, only to be interrupted by you.
âI didnât know him well, he was one of Aliâs uncles and I saw him maybe a handful of times.â You reassure him, somehow managing to read his mind. âBut⊠Can I ask something from you?â
âAnything.â He responds.
âPlease refrain from communicating. Right now is not the time to break the news to Ali.âÂ
Satoru is slowly dying inside, knowing that he canât contact you in any way. For two weeks, heâs forced to blankly stare at his phone, hoping that youâll send him a message. It doesnât have to be long, just a sign of life from you.
Heâs told his parents about you. Itâs obvious that he takes this relationship very seriously, and he sees a future with youâ One that he never saw with Ali. Which means heâs miserable knowing that he canât contact you. He counts down the hours till he gets to know that youâre coming back.
Itâs fair to say that heâs overjoyed when you finally call. He wants to pick up the phone immediately, but he doesnât want to seem desperate by picking up within the first ring. He waits a couple of seconds before bringing up the phone to his ear.
âHi, baby. I miss you.â Satoru immediately says, not helping his case of not looking desperate. Thereâs only so much he can do though.
âHi.â Youâre not as affectionate as he is, which lets him know that youâre not alone. He wonders why youâre calling when sheâs nearby but at the same time he couldnât give a damn. As long as he gets to hear your voice, heâs happy. âIâm calling to let you know Iâm back home.â
âWhen can we meet?â He quickly asks, hoping that youâll say tonight. Heâs quickly filled with disappointment when you tell him,
âAre you going to Suguruâs party tomorrow night? How about there?â You suggest. He bites down his lip, holding back a sigh. Itâs better than waiting for days on end.
âYeah⊠Iâll see you then.â He responds, hoping that youâll say something more. But you end up hanging up the phone before he can get another word in.
He still canât help but smile, realizing that heâll finally see you tomorrow.
Satoru bounces his leg anxiously, waiting for you to finally show up at Suguruâs apartment. Youâre lateâ At least a lot of people are showing up before you which is rare. You usually show up early to things, but youâre still not here. Perhaps Satoru is a little earlier than usual today; heâs simply too excited with the fact that heâll finally see you. It feels like an eternity since the last time he saw your face.
He canât wait to hold you or kiss you again, which is why heâs impatient. Heâs slowly becoming needy by your side, and he isnât particularly mad about it.Â
âHeyââ He excitedly greets you, standing up from the couch to hug you but he freezes in his spot when he sees your best friend right behind you. The smile on his face drops, realizing that his plans for tonight have been delayed even further. âHey. I didnât expect to see you here.â
âYeah⊠Me neither.â You try to play it off. You watch as your best friend happily greets your boyfriend, only to be ignored by Satoru.Â
âShoko!â You call out, walking over to her since you donât want to awkwardly be put in the position of being between Satoru and Ali. No matter what you say to her, sheâs still going to do everything in her power to flirt with him. As uncomfortable as it is to know that your best friend is hitting on your boyfriend, you know that youâre doing something wrong by dating him so you wonât intervene.
âHow are you, Satoru? I havenât seen you in a while.â She begins, only for the man to completely ignore her and follow after you. He doesnât bother to hide it, but he knows that she wonât notice. She thinks that youâre beneath her, she doesnât think that heâs following after you.Â
âWhat is she doing here?â He asks you as he approaches you. He interrupts Shoko as she speaks to you, and Shoko crosses her arms, annoyed that sheâs been cut off by Satoru.
âTheyâre best friends, why wouldnât she be here?â Shoko argues, and Satoru clicks his tongue.Â
âI didnât ask you.â Satoru glares at Shoko. Knowing Suguru, he most definitely didnât invite Ali.Â
âSheâs feeling a little down and asked if she could tag along.â You answer, and Satoru hates the fact that youâre such a great friendâ Especially to such an undeserving woman like Ali. Satoru gives you an unintentional but nasty look and you kiss his cheek, âI couldnât say no to herââ
âShe saw that.â Shoko quickly tells you, and you begin to panic only for Shoko to laugh in your face. âI was joking, but man, that look on your face is priceless.â
âShoko!â You yell and she laughs even harder than before. You roll your eyes at her before turning your attention to Satoru,
âI think itâs best if we stay away from each other for the night⊠Iâll come over after the party.â Which makes the man sigh. He got too excited for tonight, only for Ali to ruin it all. âI donât want her to think somethingâs up if weâre attached to the hip tonight. Sheâs still very fragile.â
âFine.â Satoru agrees. As much as he thinks that Ali is undeserving of you, he wonât go against your wishes. Though his night had suddenly turned sour.
Ali has lost track of time. Sheâs been chasing around Satoru the entire night, all to no avail. Itâs like heâs running away from her. But that doesnât seem plausible in her head. Why would Satoru want to run away from her?
She asks around, hoping that one of his friends can pinpoint where Satoru is and lead her to him. She doesnât seem to realize that the majority of the people she talks to are Satoruâs friends, all who know the type of person she is. All of them who luckily keep their mouths shut about you.
âWhere is he?â She questions, going upstairs when she comes to the realization that he isnât anywhere on the first floor. Is he upstairs with somebody else? Surely Satoru hasnât moved on yet⊠Right? No, he wouldnât.
Ali chases after him, hoping to have a conversation with him where she can explain her truth. Her side of things about the very straightforward mistake that she made. She hopes that a couple of tears are going to be able to move him. After all, who can say no to her?Â
She confidently opens a door, only for her eyes to widen when she sees whatâs happening. Her blood runs cold before it begins to boil at the sight. Youâre on top of Satoru. Youâre kissing him. Heâs kissing you back.Â
No, this canât be happening. She pinches herself, checking if what she sees is a dream. But no. Satoru has moved on, and with you of all people. How pathetic. Satoru Gojo can get just about any woman he wants and heâd choose you?
âWhat the fuck?!â She yells, causing you to come to an abrupt stop. Your eyes widen at the sight of your best friend, and you begin to panic. But before you can even get a word out, Ali grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you off Satoru. âYou stupid little bitch.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You cry out as she begins to hit you. Youâre not doing anything to stop her because itâs something that you genuinely believe you deserve. A good friend wouldnât date their best friendâs ex-boyfriend.Â
âAllison, let go of her.â Satoru tries to pull her off you, but heâs unable to unless he uses force. He doesnât want to harm Ali in any way, knowing that itâll upset you. Even when sheâs pulling your hair and scratching you like a cat.Â
âYou call yourself my best friend and this is what you do?! Youâre a stupid homewrecker.â She spits on you, and it drives Satoru over the edge. Heâll deal with the repercussions later but he canât stand to watch it. He forcibly pushes Ali off you, making her back harshly hit the wall.
âAre you okay, baby?â Satoru cups your face, thumb going over the scratch on your cheek. Itâs bleeding. Tears are streaming down your face, completely ignoring what Satoru says as you apologize to your best friend.
âIâm sorry, Ali. I didnât mean for this to happen.â You sob, but sheâs not listening to what you have to say.
A couple of people are gathering around. They heard some commotion, and of course, they had to come around to see. All to add to your embarrassment.Â
âYou stupid bitch!â Ali yells again, trying to reach for you but Satoru doesnât let her. Someone steps in to hold her back, but that doesnât stop the barrage of insults that roll off her tongue.
âIâm so sorry.â You continue, trying to pay no mind to the insults that she spews. Youâre trying to block them out, but they still hurt like hell.
âHey, itâs okay.â Satoru tries to get you to look at him, but you keep your focus on Ali. The woman that youâve betrayed.
Even when sheâs taken out of your line of sight, sheâs the only thing on your mind. No matter what you do, your friendship will never be the same.
You shouldâve known that Ali wouldnât stop at dragging you by the hair and hitting you. The woman that youâve lived with for years is vengeful, and she wouldnât change a thing for you of all people. Though you didnât do anything to change it because you believed you deserved it.
The very next day, Ali had changed the locks to your shared apartment. When you managed to get inside, you noticed all of your clothes and accessories destroyed all over your room. It was fine. You deserved it. Even though Satoru reassured you that you didnât, you still believed she was right to do it.
A week later, your carâs tires were slashed, and two of the windows were broken. To top it off, Whore was keyed on it. You called Satoru about it, complaining that youâd get late to workâ Something that annoyed Satoru. It was clear who the culprit was, yet you refused to do anything about it because it was Ali. You believed you deserved it even though you didnât.Â
Satoru knows that you can stand up for yourself, heâs seen it before, so why canât you do it with Ali? He knows that youâve spent a lifetime together, but thatâs not a good reason for you to let her walk all over you.
But no matter what he says, you wonât do anything to stop her. You apologize for what sheâs done to you. Ali can ruin as many cars as sheâd like, he can easily replace them; however, it pains him to see you suffer because of her.Â
Satoru wonât overstep, not until he receives a call a little after five, and you sound completely distressed.
âIâ I canât do this anymore, Satoru.â You sob, and he quickly becomes alert.Â
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Do I need to pick you up?â He asks, quickly searching for car keys to leave and pick you up. Whatever it is, he knows that itâs tied to Ali.
âIâm covered in eggs. Some of her crazy followers know where I work and theyââ You sob, and Satoru feels his heart break as you explain the situation. He can only hope that you finally open your eyes and realize the type of person Ali is. âI canât do this anymore, Satoru. We should end this here.â
âWaitâ No. Absolutely not. Youâre not letting her win.â Satoru quickly responds as he exits the house. Heâs going somewhereâ Either to your apartment or your workplace to talk to you. No, he should go to the police station to deal with Ali. She needs to be stopped, and itâs clear that youâre not going to take action.
âIâm not letting her win. Iâm tired.â You sound completely defeated. Itâs not easy to deal with constant harassment. âIâve been getting death threats nonstop all week. Iâm genuinely scared for my life now.â
âCome live with me.â He offers, but you doubt that itâll fix anything. âIâll protect you, but please.â
âItâll just drag you down with me, Satoru.â You respond, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. âI donât want you to get affected by her craziness.â
âI love you.â He blurts out. Ali made the same attempt with him once upon a time, but he actually means the words that leave his lips. âI donât mind being affected by her craziness because I love you.â
âIâm sorry, Satoru.â Youâre about to hang up the call before he can change your mind. But he successfully manages to get another word in.
âI promise I will make all of this stop. Just come to me, please.â He sounds like heâs on the verge of tears, and thatâs the last thing you want. You just want all of this to end, you want your best friend back even if sheâs clearly awful, and you want to live in peace. âI will fix it all, even if I have to beg her.â
âI canât. Iâm sorry.â You end up hanging up the phone, leaving Satoru with a broken heart. But as much as you care for himâ You can even say that you love him, but you canât keep doing this. It hasnât even been a month, but your life has been a living hell.Â
You hear some loud laughter from Aliâs room, and you furrow your brows as you hear it. Itâs cackling. It feels as if she knows what happened to you, and itâs causing her joy.Â
You know that you should walk to your room, and ignore her. Youâre apartment hunting, you know that you canât live under the same roof for too much longer. Instead of seeing what sheâs up to, you should lock yourself in your room and figure out a way of how to get out of here.Â
But you canât help but press your ear against the bedroom door to hear what sheâs doing.
âI wouldâve killed to see the look on that bitchâs face. Can you send me the video?â You hear, and you donât have to listen to another word. You know sheâs talking about you. âItâs only a matter of time before she breaks up with him.â
And those words send you over the edge. You clench your fists as your blood begins to boil. Thatâs all she wanted, for you to end things with Satoru, and youâre not going to let her have her way.
You love Satoru, and youâre not going to let her ruin things between the two of you. She might be miserable with her life, but youâre not going to let her drag you down with her.
You grab your phone and donât hesitate before calling Satoru. You begin walking to your bedroom, getting ready to have a long heart-to-heart conversation with him.Â
âSatoruâŠâ You say when he picks up the phone, unsure of how to proceed. An apology is in order but should you tell him that you want to get back together first? Maybe you should ask him to meet up first, having this conversation over a phone call seems improper.
âYouâre calling because you regret it.â He says before you can get another word out. He can read your mind so well, itâs ridiculous sometimes.Â
âI do.â You canât help but awkwardly chuckle. âI love you too, Satoru. Iâm sorry.â
Ali quickly realizes that she isnât untouchable when she messes with your car againâ Not that you would do anything against her. She might be horrible to you, but you still treat her like the little girl that was once upon your best friend. Her error lies in messing around with a car thatâs under Satoruâs name.Â
âI canât believe she did it again.â You comment, still in your pajamas as you look at the damage. Youâre staying in Satoruâs apartment for a while, and you wouldâve sworn that she wouldnât do anything while you were staying with him. But now your car is completely destroyed.
âYou sound unphased.â Satoru says, taking pictures of the damage. âYou shouldnât be used to this.â
âSheâs going to chase me for the rest of my life. Iâm convinced.â You answer. âBy the way, can you drop me offââ
âI got you.â He cuts you off, and you kiss his cheek. You couldnât be luckier. Until he opens his mouth to speak again, âBut after we talk to the cops.â
âSatoruââ
âTheyâre already involved. Iâve been working with some people behind the scenes, and weâre building up a harassment case against her.â Satoru interrupts you, and you feel your heart stop. âItâs going to stop whether you like it or not. That woman wonât leave you alone no matter what.â
âOkayâŠâ You sigh, giving him a subtle nod. You canât stop him. Either way, you know heâs right. She wonât stop unless she faces some serious consequences. âFor how long is sheââ
âSo far three years.â He reads your mind. âIf she pulls something else, we can make it four.â
âThatâs not too bad.â You answer, though you donât believe it. You feel guilty for not stopping him, but heâs right. You know heâs right.
Ali has beaten off more than she can chew, and unluckily for her, Satoru wonât let her get away with it.
You couldnât be happier a year after your friendship with Ali ends. You were so caught up in the past, that you failed to realize that Ali was a negative in your life. Even though you canât help but miss the bond that you had once upon a time, youâre excelling without her.
Satoru made sure that Ali paid for her behavior. He got law enforcement involved and she was penalized with a year in jail, and with a hefty fine that ensures she stays off your back. When she found out, she begged that youâd help her but you refused. You listened to Satoru for once, and left her to deal with the consequences of her actions.Â
Your social life couldnât be better without her. Youâve gotten close to Shoko, and now consider her as your best friendâ And your friendship is so much different than the one you had with Ali. You notice itâs much healthier than whatever you had going on with Ali. Shoko genuinely cares about you, and you feel appreciated by her side.Â
Romantically, things couldnât be better either. Satoru loves you like no other, and he lets it be known. He treats you like his queen, always spoiling you and letting you be right even when youâre so clearly wrong.Â
Though thereâs something wrong with him lately. Heâs been acting odd around you, and you canât help but feel nervous⊠As if youâve done something to upset him. So it comes as a shocker when he invites you on a date out of the blue.
âWhere are we going?â You question him as you look out the window. Heâs singing along to his favorite song as he drives you to your destination. He completely ignores you, which makes you nervous. âSatoru.â
âI told you, itâs a surprise!â He exclaims, and his tone takes some weight off your shoulders. He sounds playful⊠So it canât be too bad, right?
âCanât you give me a hint?â You question, and Satoru shakes his head. Heâs smirking, which annoys you. He has something up his sleeve and itâs written all over his face.
You finally get to your destination, and no matter how much you bug him for an answer, he refuses to give you a response. You furrow your brows when you realize youâre at the beach. Itâs a little late for a beach day, so youâre questioning what youâre doing at the place.
âWhat are we doing here?â You ask him, but he refuses to give you an answer. Instead, he grabs your hand when you exit the car and drags you along. Youâre not letting him get away so easily. âYouâre so quiet today, what are you up to?â
Your eyes narrow as you see an odd scene at the beach. Are those⊠Candlelights? Rose petals? Oh, someone is getting proposed to, thatâs good for them. It makes you wonder when Satoru will do the sameâ Itâs not like youâre expecting it any time soon but seeing that makes you wonder.
Then it hits you. Satoru makes an abrupt stop and gets on one knee. Yes, someone is getting proposed to but itâs not a random stranger. Satoru is proposing to you. Your jaw drops, quickly followed by a gasp of pure disbelief.
âI love you so muchââ He begins his speech and youâre pinching yourself to check if this is reality. Two years ago you wouldnât have imagined that Satoru would be proposing to you of all people. Heâs in love with you.Â
âYes!â You exclaim, even when he isnât close to being done to asking his question. âIâd love to marry you!â
Tears of joy well up in his eyes as he slides the very heavy rock on your finger. It fits just perfectly. Satoru stands up from the ground, kissing you ever so lovingly. After all, you are doing him the grand honor of becoming his wifeâ Allowing him to become your husband.Â
He picks you up from the ground, spinning you around as if you were his prized possession. He tells you over and over again, âI love you, dear. So much.â
âPut me down, Satoru!â You chuckle, and he does as you ask of him. But he doesnât let you go before filling your face with kisses first.
You wouldâve never imagined that youâd end up here with him, but you did. And you couldnât have asked for a better destiny.
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NO CREEPY GUYS ALLOWED NEAR MY WIFE
pair: dad!will smith x f!reader
genre: domestic fluff, protective dad, subtle angst, romance.
warnings: unwanted flirting (non-graphic), strong emotional themes, overprotective twins, soft husband!will, hockey dad pride, will being hot when heâs mad.
summary: as a dad, willâs always blended into the background at the twinsâ games, cap low and presence quiet, itâs a shadow of love instead of a spotlight. but when a stranger crosses a line while will is away for the first time, the twins step up to protect their mom. and when will returns, he realizes itâs time to stop hiding the family heâs so damn proud of.
fiaâs notes: the idea originally came from a post on fiakive (me), and after seeing a few anons and moots show interest in the concept of dad!will, i figured that why not write one? so here it is! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed bringing it to life. also in this story, eliâs mom can be a hockey mom in this, but sheâs never really been into hockey herself. maybe her husband is the fan, but sheâs never been all that interested in the sport.
tagging team fia ! â @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @dancerbailey3 @mashmashi @kell9rs @nokiaholland

âMorning, gorgeous,â Will murmured,
âYou ready to cheer our boys on without me?â
You turned in his arms, smiling up at him. âIâll manage. But you owe me for doing this solo, Smith.â
He grinned, that boyish charm still as potent as the day you met.
âName your price. Dinner out? Back rub? Iâm at your mercy.â
You laughed, swatting his chest.
âLetâs start with you not being late for practice again. Coach was not happy last time.â
Willâs face fell, his blue eyes clouding with guilt.
âI hate missing their games. Charles and Theo are gonna be out there, probably pulling moves I taught them, and Iâm stuck doing line drills.â
You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing his stubble.
âYouâll be there tomorrow, and theyâll light up when they see you. Iâve got this. Iâm their loudest fan today.â
He leaned down, kissing you, the kind of kiss that reminded you why youâd said yes to him all those years ago.
âYouâre the best, you know that?â he said, pulling back.
âTell the boys Iâm proud of them, win or lose. AndâŠâ
His tone shifted, taking on that serious dad edge he used before every game. âMake sure they remember the rules.â
You nodded, mimicking his stern voice.
âEnjoy the game, have fun, and be brothers on and off the ice. No rough stuff, just clean hockey.â
âExactly,â he said, but his expression softened.
âAnd one more thing, tell them to look out for you. Protect Mom when Iâm not there.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart warmed. âWill, itâs a middle school rink, not a war zone.â
âDoesnât matter,â he said, stealing one last kiss.
âYouâre my world, and theyâre my boys. Gotta keep you safe.â
âLove you,â you called as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
âLove you more, babe.â he shot back, winking before the door clicked shut.
At 11, the twins were carbon copies of Will, tall for their age, with his sandy blond hair and blue eyes, though Charles had your smile and Theo had your quiet intensity but still they had a big love for hockey. They stumbled downstairs, already in their hockey mindset, their jerseys draped over chairs, Charles in #2, Theo in #43. Those numbers were Willâs from his USA Hockey days and his time with the Sharks, but the boys thought they were just his âweekend gameâ numbers from pickup games with friends. You and Will had kept his NHL career under wraps, wanting them to grow up as regular kids, not as âWill Smithâs sons.â or whatever nickname others people would gave them. Privacy was sacred, a shield against the mediaâs prying eyes.
In the car, the boys were a whirlwind of energy, their gear bags rattling in the trunk. Charles, the chattier one, leaned forward.
âIâm scoring at least two goals today, Mom. Watch.â
Theo, in the back, smirked.
âOnly if I donât block you first. My teamâs defense is solid.â
You glanced at them in the rearview mirror, grinning.
âOkay, hotshots, whatâs Dadâs rule?â
Charles groaned, flopping back. âHave fun, play clean, and be brothers on and off ice.â
âAnd donât go too hard on each other. Oh and protect Mom when Dadâs not here.â Theo added, his voice softer but firm.
âGood,â you said.
âYouâre on different teams, but youâre a team at home. Dad said heâs proud of you, no matter what.â
Charles puffed out his chest, his jersey crinkling.
âWeâve got you, Mom. Nobodyâs gonna mess with us.â
âYeah,â Theo said, his eyes narrowing. âWeâre Smiths.â
You laughed, pulling into the school parking lot. The rink was a hive of activity, coaches barking last-minute instructions. The boys hopped out, hoisting their bags like pros.
âGo get ready,â you called. âPut your gear on, lace up, and Iâll meet you inside.â
They waved, disappearing into the crowd of jersey-clad kids. You parked, grabbed your jacket, and headed to the rink, you spotted Charles and Theo already in their warming up position, their names bold on their jerseys with number #2 SMITH and #43 SMITH. They skated with Willâs effortless grace, weaving through cones, firing pucks with precision. Charles flicked a playful shot at Theo, who blocked it with a grin. Just like their Dad, their focus unbreakable.
You found a seat in the front row, close enough to feel the thud of the puck. Lisa, the mom of Eli, Theoâs teammate, slid in beside you, her red scarf bright against the gray bleachers.
âHey, girl!â she said, nudging you.
âYour boys look like theyâre ready to run today game.â
âTheyâre hyped,â you said, grinning.
âTheir dad gave them the full pep talk before he left for practice.â
Lisa raised an eyebrow. âWillâs not here? Thatâs new. Heâs usually glued to the glass, yelling like heâs coaching the Sharks.â
âYeah, heâs got practice. Heâll be here tomorrow, though. The boys are counting on it.â
The game kicked off with a roar, the puck zipping across the ice. Charles, left wing for the Blue team, was a blur, dodging defenders and rifling a shot that hit the net five minutes in. The crowd erupted, and you leapt up, screaming,
âThatâs my Charlie!â
Theo, right wing for the Red team, wasnât about to let his brother steal the show. He snagged the puck, deked a defender with a move straight out of Willâs playbook, and snapped a wrist shot into the goal. You clapped wildly, your heart swelling.
âGo, Theo Smith! Go!â
Behind you, parents whisper, their voices a mix of awe and curiosity.
âThose Smith boys are unreal,â one dad said.
âThatâs not just practice. Theyâve got serious talent.â
âLook at that footwork,â a mom added. âTheir dad mustâve been a hell of a player.â
Lisa leaned over, her eyes twinkling.
âThatâs all Willâs doing, right? Heâs got those boys skating like pros.â
You smiled, keeping your answer vague.
âHeâs taught them a lot. Theyâve been on skates since they were three.â
You never mentioned Willâs NHL career, not even to Lisa, who was as close as you got to a rink-side confidante. It was a promise you and Will made early on to keep the boys out of the spotlight, to let them be kids. The less people knew, the better.
The first half was a showcase of the twinsâ skills. Charles threaded a no-look pass to a teammate, who scored. Theo blocked a shot, then set up a goal with a pinpoint assist. They were competitive but never crossing into dirty play, just as Will had drilled into them. You could see their personalities on the ice for Charlesâs flair, Theoâs quiet intensity but they respected eachother, even as opponents.
At the break, you grabbed a hot chocolate drink, chatting with Lisa about the teamâs playoff chances. Thatâs when a man approached, his smile a touch too warm. He was tall, with dark hair and a kidâs Blue team jersey slung over his shoulder, his son probably one of Charlesâs teammates. His name tag read âJoseph.â
âHey, youâre Charles and Theoâs mom, right?â he said, offering a handshake.
âIâm Joseph. My son, Max, plays with Charles.â
âNice to meet you,â you said, shaking his hand out of courtesy.
âYeah, thatâs me.â
âThose boys are incredible out there,â he said, stepping closer.
âYou must be so proud. Raising twins on your own must be a lot, though.â
You frowned, caught off guard.
âOh, Iâm not, my husbandâs just at work today.â
He either didnât hear or chose to ignore it.
âStill, youâre doing an amazing job. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime, swap stories about the chaos of hockey parenting.â
His tone was unmistakably flirty, his eyes lingering a bit too long.
Youâre already felt the discomfort. You hadnât worn your wedding rings today, they were at the cleaner, and youâd left your engagement ring at home, worried about losing it in the chaos of the game. Maybe thatâs why heâd misread the situation.
âThanks, but Iâm okay,â you said, stepping back.
âI need to get back for the second half.â
âSure, sure,â he said, but his smile didnât falter.
âThink about that coffee, though.â
The second half was just as intense, with Charles and Theo trading goals and assists. The game ended in a 3-3 tie, the kids spilling onto the ice in a flurry of high-fives and laughter. You stood, clapping, but your smile faded when you saw Charles and Theo skating toward you, their faces etched with concern.
âMom, you okay?â
Charles asked, his helmet tucked under his arm, sweat matting his hair.
âThat guy was weird,â
Theo said, his voice low and protective. He glared toward the stands, where Joseph was chatting with another parent.
âHe was talking to you all funny.â
You forced a smile, not wanting to worry them.
âItâs fine, boys. He was just being friendly. Letâs get your gear off and head home. Dadâs waitingâ
They exchanged a look, more of Willâs look, all fierce protectiveness and skated to the locker room. You exhaled, relieved they didnât push it further. On the drive home, the boys were back to their usual selves, dissecting every play and plotting strategies for tomorrowâs game. They didnât mention about that guy, so you assumed theyâd let it go.
When you pulled into the driveway, Willâs car was in its spot. The boys bolted inside, their gear bags thumping against the doorframe.
âDad!â
They shouted, tackling Will as he stepped out of the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder.
âWhoa, slow down, champs!â
Will laughed, ruffling their hair. He was still in his practice sweats, his face flushed from a hard skate.
âHowâd my superstars do?â
Before you could answer, Charles blurted,
âSome guy was talking to Mom, and she looked super uncomfortable.â
Theo nodded, his arms crossed.
âYeah, he was all smiley and weird. We told him we had to go, and he backed off.â
Willâs eyebrows shot up, his gaze snapping to you. You saw the jealousy, but it was tempered by humor, his lips twitching into a smirk. He crouched to their level, his voice conspiratorial.
âIs that right? Whatâd you do, huh? Give me the play-by-play.â
Charles grinned, puffing up.
âWe skated over after the game and said we had to leave. He looked like he was gonna run.â
âGood job, boys,â Will said, high-fiving them.
âYou gotta protect Mom when Iâm not there. No creepy guys allowed near my wife.â
âWill,â you said, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your shoes.
âIt was nothing. Can we eat? Iâm starving.â
Will stood, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.
âNothing, huh? Weâll talk later,â
He whispered, his tone teasing but with an edge of curiosity.
To the boys, he said, âGo wash up. Dinnerâs almost ready.â
Dinner was a lively affair, the kitchen table covered in takeout pizza and garlic bread. Charles and Theo recounted every goal, their voices overlapping in excitement.
âDad, I used that spin move you showed us!â Theo said, waving his slice of pizza.
âThe goalie didnât even see it coming.â
âAnd I passed like you do in your games,â Charles added, mimicking Willâs wrist flick.
âIt was so smooth.â
Will leaned back, his smile wide and proud.
âYou guys had fun out there? Thatâs what matters. Iâm so damn proud of you, you know that?â
âDad, you said âdamn,ââ Theo pointed out, smirking.
Will laughed, holding up his hands.
âOops. Donât tell Mom Iâm corrupting you.â
You shook your head, grinning. âToo late for that.â
After the boys went to bed, their gear bags neatly stowed for tomorrow, you and Will settled on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand and his arm around you. Will tilted his head, his voice low.
âSo, this guy⊠whatâs his deal? Hitting on my wife when Iâm not around?â
You sighed, leaning into him.
âHis nameâs Joseph. Heâs a dad on Charlesâs team. I didnât wear my rings today, theyâre at the cleaner, and I left my engagement ring at home so I wouldnât lose it at the rink⊠he probably thought I was a single mom. I shut it down, but the boys noticed. I feel bad for not wearing something to make it clear.â
Willâs jaw tightened, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.
âNo rings? Babe, thatâs like leaving the goal unguarded.â He kissed your temple, his voice softening.
âBut seriously, you okay? He didnât push too hard, did he?â
âNo, it was just awkward,â you said.
âI was polite, but he mentioned coffee or something. The boys swooped in before it got weirder.â
Will chuckled, pulling you closer.
âThatâs my boys. Got my back. But tomorrow? Iâm coming with you, and weâre making sure that whole rink knows youâre mine. Charles and Theoâs mom, my beautiful wife, no question about it.â
You laughed, swatting his chest. âYouâre ridiculous, Will Smith.â
âRidiculous and crazy about you,â he said, kissing you deeply, his hand cradling your face.
âNobodyâs forgetting who you belong to.â
Sunday morning dawned bright and early, the alarm blaring at 6:00 a.m. You groaned, but Will was already up when you shuffled downstairs, wrapping your robe tighter.
Will glanced over, grinning. âMorning, Mrs. Smith. Ready to show that rink whoâs boss?â
âYouâre way too chipper for this hour,â you muttered, but you smiled, grabbing a coffee.
Will was in full dad mode, checking the boysâ gear with the precision of an NHL veteran. He sharpened Theoâs skates, tested Charlesâs stick tape, and packed their water bottles with the same care he put into his own pre-game routine.
âCanât have dull blades or sticky tape,â he said, more to himself than you.
You woke the boys, who stumbled down, rubbing their eyes but lighting up when they saw Will in his Sharks cap and hoodie.
âDadâs coming!â Charles cheered, fist-bumping Theo.
âGonna yell louder than Mom?â Theo teased, dodging Charlesâs playful shove.
After a quick breakfast, Will drove, his hand resting on your thigh as the boys chattered in the back. At the school, you spotted Joseph near the entrance, talking to another parent. Theo nudged Charles.
âThatâs the guy from yesterday.â
Charles nodded, his eyes narrowing. âThe one who made Mom look all weird.â
Willâs grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he kept his cool, his jaw set.
âDonât worry, boys. Iâve got this.â
Inside the rink, Will claimed a front-row seat by the glass, pulling you close and kissing your cheek for good measure.
âGonna make sure everyone sees us,â
He whispered, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. You noticed Joseph a few rows back, his expression unreadable.
Will turned, his smile polite but razor-sharp.
âHey, man, didnât get to meet you yesterday. Iâm Will, her husband. Play for the Sharks. Had practice yesterday, so she was flying solo. You a big hockey fan?â
Josephâs face went white, and he stammered,
âUh, yeah, I, uh, my son plays. Nice to meet you.â
âLikewise,â
Will said, his tone friendly but with an edge that said, Back off. He turned back to the ice, his arm around you, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.
The game was a thriller. Will was on his feet the whole time, banging on the glass and shouting.
âNice hustle, Charles! Keep your stick down, Theo!â
When Charles scored with a slick backhand, Will roared, âThatâs my boy!â Theo answered with a goal, his shot a carbon copy of Willâs, and Will high-fived you, grinning like a kid.
Theoâs Red team won 2-1, but Charles skated over to hug his brother, their helmets clinking. After the game, kids swarmed Will, recognizing him from Sharks games on TV.
âMr. Smith, can you sign my stick?â
One boy asked. Another shoved a phone at him for a selfie. Will obliged, his arm around you the whole time, while Charles and Theo stood nearby, confused.
âDad, why do they know you?â Theo asked, his brow furrowed.
Lisa, Eliâs mom, laughed as she approached.
âNo wonder your boys are so good. Theyâve got an NHL dad coaching them at home.â
You and Will exchanged a look. It was time. That night, over pizza and root beer, Will sat the boys down.
âGuys, I play hockey for a job. Thatâs why Iâm at practice a lot, why I travel for games. Iâm with the San Jose Sharks.â
Charlesâs eyes widened. âLike, the real Sharks? On TV?â
âYup,â Will said, grinning.
âBut you two? Youâre already better than me. Got your momâs heart and my moves.â
Theo smirked. âCool. But weâre still gonna beat you in the backyard rink.â
Will laughed, pulling you into his side.
âThatâs my boys. Now, whoâs up for ice cream?â
As you watched them bicker over chocolate versus vanilla, you leaned into Will, his warmth your anchor. He was the best dad, the best husband, and your boys were growing up just like him, protective, passionate, with ice in their veins and love in their hearts. On the rink and off, they were yours, and you wouldnât trade this life for anything.
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Pretty When You Cry [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]
pt. 2
Word Count: 1916
Warnings: manhandling, kinda munch! Charlie, one slap, mean! Dom Charlie, blasphemy (they fuck in the churchđŹ)
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You weren't a religious person by any means. But staying the night at your parents had you up early, trying to find the most church-appropriate outfit. of course, your parents failed to tell you that they were planning on bringing you along to church. Your skirt was a bit too short. But it is not like you had room to complain with such short notice!
You remember going to high school with Father Charlieâ or as you knew him Charlie. The two of you didn't run with the same crowds-- but you knew each other.
Now, here you were. Paying no attention to the words coming from his mouth and all attention to how good he looked. Damn-- maybe you should have shot your shot years ago when he was a personal trainer.
As you watched him at the head of the room, you allowed your mind to wander.
One extremely long and boring sermon later, you stand awkwardly behind your parents as they talk to what Seems like every member of the church. God how you regret agreeing to come-- It's not like you knew anyone here- none of your friends went to church. But here you were, being judged by middle-aged churchgoers. How fun.
The sound of your name being called catches your attention.
You whip your head around to the noise, "Father Charlie!" The name is unnatural as it falls from your lips. You quickly look at your parents- too engrossed in a conversation. âIt's been a while!" You awkwardly step closer to the man.
He hums, "It has been, hasn't it? The first time in the church as well.â
âWell, you know...â You gesture back to your parents.
"I'm assuming this wasn't on your schedule.â He looks you up and down, âGiven your attire.â
You gasp sharply, heat rising to your face as you pathetically try to pull your skirt down. "I-uh,â you try to think of an excuse, "I didn't pack any pants..." You lie-- lying in a church is one thing but to the priest?
If Charlie sensed your lie he didn't comment on it. "Well, I hope you enjoyed today's sermon.â
"I did!" You lie again, a little too enthusiastically.
Charlie narrows his eyes at you, "You weren't paying attention, were you?" His voice is playful.
"No, I was not," You quickly confess.
He laughs, you have to fight to not stare shamefully at his beautiful face for too long. "That's oddâ because when I looked at you, you looked very focused," He teases.
âI wasn't paying attention to your voice. Just your fa-" you stop in your tracks. Utterly petrified at the situation you have just found yourself in. His eyebrows raise in surprise at your slip-up. âI mean I didn't even know that you could see me in that crowd-- I-I- just figured that-â
âThat every time we locked eyes it wasn't on purpose?â he finishes your thought.
You nod pathetically, your shoes suddenly extremely interesting.
Charlie takes a step towards you, the proximity making you look up at the man. Has he always been that tall? "I want you to go into my office and wait for me.â His voice is a seductive tone you have never heard him use before. It sends a shiver down your spine.
âBut what about my parents?â you ask, voice just above a whisper.
âDont worry about them,â he assures before walking away. Leaving you standing aloneâ stunned.
To say you were terrified was an understatement. Sure, you weren't in any danger-- at least you didn't think so. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? Here you sat, in a priest's office. Surrounded by biblical Imagery. And you were 99% Sure you were soaked through your cotton panties, you didn't care. No one but you was going to know... right?
Five minutes turned to ten. You sat anxiously in the chair across from Charlie's desk. A clock on the wall ticked away obnoxiously. You had figured when you walked in it would take him a while for him to return. how long should you wait? Has he forgotten that you were sitting in his office, impatiently waiting? You didn't dare to snoop, or even scroll on your phone. Charlie said to wait for him, and that's what you would do.
For thirty minutes you're alone in that office. you straighten your posture when you hear the clicks of Charlieâs boots nearing. The sound of the door opening makes you flinch pathetically. You don't dare turn around. Eyes glued on the desk in front of you.
Charlie is silent as he moves around behind you. Your pulse pounds in your throat at the anticipation.
âYou seem nervous.â You tense at his voice, still refusing to turn around and face the man.
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, âI am nervous, Father.â You press your thighs together in an atempt to find some sort of relief to your throbbing center.
He groans quietly from behind you, âlook at me.â
Like a magnet your head whips around to look at the man. His sharp gaze made your breath hitch. You felt hazy as he stepped towards you. Your eyes locked on his as he comes to stand right in front of you. Your breath quickens when he captures your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.
Charlies predatory gaze on you deepens, his lips curling into a smirk, "you--" he rubs the lipstick on your mouth, smudging it. "Are such a pretty mess for me, darling.â
You bat your eyelashes up at him, âI don't know what you mean, Father.â
He grips the sides of your face harshly, cheeks smushing together into a pout. âShowing up to my church dressed like a slutââ he spits, âshamlessly eyefucking me the whole time like you were the only one in the room.â
You whimper at his wordsâ he was right of course. But that didn't stop your face from flushing in embarrassment.
âNow look at you. Slut. Sitting before me like a doe as if you didnât wait in my office hoping I would come in here and fuck you like the whore that you are.â
You moan shamelessly when he lets go of your face, while your whole body was screaming at you to submit to the man before you. You could help but push his buttons just a little bit further.
âYou know for a priest you sure do have a filthy mouthââ His eyes narrow on you as you speak. âim such a slut but here you are hard in your pants over a damn mini skirt.â If looks could kill, youâd surely be dead. You needed more.
You open your mouth to speak again. But before you could even get a sound out, Charlie strikes his large hand across your cheek. You moan again, âfuck!â
Wordlessly, he turns to the desk before you. You watch curiously as he haphazardly pushes the clutter on his desk onto the floor. Your hands tremble in anticipation as you watch him bound towards you. He effortlessly picks you up from the chair you sat on, as if a reflex you cross youâd ankles behind his back as his hands greedily grip your thighs and ass.
He gently places you on the recently cleared off desk. A stark contrast to the way he effortlessly hoisted you from your seat. You attempt to grind down in the wooden desk under you for some kind of stimulation, but Charlieâs grip stops you.
âSo impatient,â he purrs. He captures your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. You whine at the loss of him, but you donât have to worry for long as his hands greedily grasps at your skirt, tearing at your legs. He leaves you with one last opened mouth kiss as he begins to trail wet kisses down your neck.
He mumbles something you canât quite hear. But you donât really care when he sinks to his knees, his strong hands prying your legs open. He trails more kisses to your inner thigh all the way up to your core. He licks a stripe over your soaked through panties, your legs try to close but his hands are holding your thighs open. His eyes lock on yours as he pulls them down your legs, the speed agonizing as you whimper. In a second his lips are back on you, his wet kisses up your thighs driving you mad.
âCharlie,â You thread your hand through his hair as he bites and licks at your heat like a starved man.
He mumbles a quick âno,â as he pulls away from you. His chin slicked and shiny from you. The scene is pornographic, if you had a camera youâd take a picture. He fumbles with his belt buckle and throws it to the side, the metal clanking to the floor loudly. You shamelessly stare as he stands back up, towering over you again he gets close enough that you feel his breath on your face.
âLook at you,â he tuts. You lurch forwardâ pulling him into a greedy, filthy kiss. When he moans into your mouth itâs the most heavenly sound youâve ever heard. Pushing you back into the desk, once again heâs muttering something, a prayer. You paw at his zipper and he lazily watches you has you pull out his angry cock.
âPlease?â You beg, tears welling up in your eyes from sheer sexual frustration.
âSince you asked so nicely~â he steals a quick kiss before dragging his leaking tip through your folds.
He pushes into you fully in one smooth motion. Your back arches up off of the desk, wood painfully digging into your spine. You didnât careâ all you cared about was him.
Fast sharp deep thrusts have you screaming as the sounds of skin ring throughout the office. You curse- throwing your arms over your head. Charlieâs mouth gaping while he groans, pressing and thrusting himself into you.
"Just, like that, oh.. god." You wail as he slams himself into your g spot repeatedly.
Charlie greedily paws at your clothed breasts as his hips slap into yours. You clench around himâ you can already feel your orgasm building from the rough pace set. Charlieâs hips stutter from your action and you clench again. A low groan leaves his beautifully shaped lips as he digs his fingers into your hips.
You moanâ you try to form words but Charlie feels so good inside of you that your brain feels like mush. He seems to be able to tell your close however by the way his thumb reaches down to rub sloppy circles onto your clit.
Your vision turns white as you come undone. Your nails dig into the desk below you as Charlie chases his own release. He leans down, pressing kisses into your cheeks and necks, unlike the kisses before; these are gentle and caring. You hiss when he pulls out of you, missing the feeling of him inside you immediately.
âHow much convincing will it take for you to come to next weeks service?â He breathily laughs against the side of your face.
âIf itâs gonna end like this againâ none at all.â
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warnings âș bottom male reader. A faceclaim for him, if you need visuals. Based on my short Drabble. Changed some things to keep it fresh.
plot âș a stalker (you) who becomes an idol, experiences withdrawn feelings from not being able to stalk your bae anymore due to scheduling issues. So your sister forces you to make some online friends, one you get particularly close to.
kinks âș phone sex
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Arakawa Naoki had a stalker.
Naoki couldnât exactly remember when you began watching him. He just randomly noticed you appearing in places you werenât before. At first he was creeped outâwondering what trusted adult he should tell.
Until he saw you trip over your own shoelace when trying to discreetly follow him into a grocery store.
Then he just started seeing you as a kid who wanted attention but would rather die than directly ask for it.
You were pretty harmless. After six months of your âstalkingâ, you began leaving him gifts and food. It was mostly his favorites too. How could he not appreciate you?
Once he had graduated middle school and moved to high school, he honestly expected to never see you again. Until he noticed you in his assigned classroom. Judging by how quickly you shoved a book in your faceâyou werenât expecting him.
His luck.
Thatâs when he learned your name.
Momoi (Name).
Your last name was cute. Peach well? Adorable even.
He couldnât find you scary at all. Though your classmates seemed to disagree. No one would talk to you or even glance your way unless they had no choice. He didnât understand why, you were cute.
Sure, you didnât put any efforts into your looks. Your tie was a mess, white shoes that were caked with dirt, cardigan missing buttons, a strange black stain on your blouse. Your face was permanently in a frown, eyes staring off into space if they werenât looking at Naoki.
Okay.
Okay, maybe you werenât cute to the average person.
But Naoki saw past that. He began paying attention to youâhow could he not? He noticed that you were into music. One of the rare times you actually did something that wasnât dedicated to him.
He saw you staring almost longingly at the music club last week. But you didnât attempt to walk into the room, opting to quickly walk away.
You hardly knew how to hide your diary, having it out on your desk, wide open even when you left to the restroom. It made sense, no one ever went near you at all. Only Naoki cared enough to see what you couldâve possibly written.
5æ10æ„ Arakawa-San recently got a bad haircut.. itâs really bad⊠but heâs still cute⊠so Iâll ignore it
5æ11æ„ Sis keeps bothering me to audition, stupid. How do you nicely tell someone to shut up?
5æ16æ„ Sis told me writing in the diary everyday would help me but honestly I feel like a psycho. Besides, Iâm not sure what to write sometimes, should I just put nonsense?
5æ17æ„ ăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©, ăăă ??????? æČăăćŹăă !!!!!!!! What if I jumped in front of the train, would it be an instant death? Hm
Mostly nonsense for the most part. Especially after May 17th. Seemed like you gave up actually writing your feelings in it. Oh well, it was a nice look into his weird stalker.
âDonât you think Momoi-San is a bit⊠strangeâŠ?â
Naoki glanced up from your diary. He had taken it up from your desk yesterday and it seemed you hadnât noticed yet. You were both now seniors and were once again in the same class.
âWhat do you mean?â Naoki questioned, glancing back at your diary. His friend, Nakamura groaned as he rubbed at his hair. He scooted closer which caused Naoki to quickly position your diary so Nakamura couldnât get a passing glance.
âI feel like he follows you around! Iâve just started noticing!â
Naoki held back a laugh. Nakamura was about four years late.
âYouâre imagining things. Why would anyone follow me? Iâm not anyone important.â
âI guess⊠butâŠâ
10æ4æ„ Momo-Chan died yesterday. I didnât think hamsters could live ten years. Sis really cared for that rodent
11æ7æ„ Iâve been watching æȘăé«Ș for four years now but I havenât even spoken to him this is bad, I got rejected from the university he applied to I havenât even told mom and dad I only applied to one⊠theyâll kill me
12æ19æ„ forgot I had this stupid thing sis is dragging me to an audition next year maybe by then sheâll forget I can just be a full time stalker
3æ23æ„ she didnât forgetâitâs next week. Oh god, èĄăăăăȘăăèĄăăăăȘăïŒć§ăăăăéĄăă ăă
âNaoki! Since when did you read???â Nakamura snapped his fingers, catching Naokiâs attention.
âWhat?â Naoki closed the diary and shook his head, âyou have no proof. No sense in getting paranoid over hearsay. Just leave it alone.â
Nakamura sighed and rolled his eyes, âfine. But Iâm not being weird, that guys a freak. I wonât be surprised if he has nothing going for him after we graduate.â
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To say Nakamura was dead wrong would be an understatement. You and your sister mustâve went to that audition and passed with flying colors. Because next thing Naoki knew was that you were on a poster at his part time job with your sister, teasing your debut. Mo to Mo.
You had cleaned up nice for the photoshoot, Naoki felt validated for thinking you were cute underneath all that âdirt.â It seemed the agency was leaning heavily into an alternative and more edgy look with you and your sister.
Naoki didnât think heâd ever seen your bare arms before until that poster. That stare that your past classmates saw as terrifying was oddly sensually. He was happy that you had something going for yourself, his stalker.
ButâŠ
He didnât expect that meant heâd only get to see you on the tv from now on.
2 years later
â(Name), stop wallowing in your stolen hoodie please. You canât keep getting so sad every time itâs his birthday.â Hiyori, your sister said, kicking your back as she walked past you to the kitchen.
You only whimpered, curling into Naokiâs sweater that you stole on December 19th, your 2nd year at high school. He had left it in his locker one day and you just wanted it, luckily he often forgot to lock his locker.
âBut⊠SisâŠâ You whined, wiping away a few tears with your hand. âI only know what university he went to⊠I have no time to see him anymore.â
âItâs not like you ever spoke to him.â Hiyori muttered, tossing an apple up and down as she walked back over to living room. She kicked you once more before plopping down onto the couch, resting her feet on your body.
You made no effort to move. âBut⊠I liked seeing him⊠even if didnât say anything to him. Seeing him.. helped.â
âYouâre lucky he never noticed just how insane you are. You couldâve been in jail right now.â
âMhm.â You glanced over at your phone, tapping on the screen. âDo you think heâs having a good birthday?â
Hiyori only hummed, âmaybe. Arakawa Naoki, right? Howâd you even start stalking him?â
âHe helped me.â
âHelped. Yea, thatâs enough information,â Hiyori shook her head, deciding she was done with you for the time being. She began tapping away at her phone, occasionally giggling. Probably her girlfriend.
You watched the time tick on your phone, right when it reached midnight. The day was now December 25th, Christmas Day. No longer Arakawa Naokiâs birthday. You groaned and turned off your phone, glancing over at Hiyori.
âMerry ChristmasâŠâ
âMerry Christmas. Letâs go to the aquarium, thatâll cheer you up.â Hiyori said, taking her feet off your body.
âAquariumâŠâ You muttered, shifting over to glance up at her. âTokyo Sea Life Park?â
âIf thatâs what you want. It shouldnât be too busy when we go.â
It was very busy.
âWhat the hell?â Hiyori groaned, pulling down her hat to cover her face. She squeezed past a group of students pressed against the windows. âTch, these kids have no respect. Hogging up the glass, canât even see shit.â
You hummed absentmindedly, glancing around. âItâs fine. I just want to see the voyagers.â Your face was properly covered with a mask and sunglasses, a hat resting on the top of your head.
âItâs a Sundayâwhy are so many people here! Iâm sweating too much.â Hiyori complained, her mask slipping down a bit. âGo off without me, I need a water.â
âYou sure?â
âGo!â She waved you off, already walking away.
âAh, okay..â You only shrugged. Better to let her cool off than aggravate her any further. You dodged and weaved through the crowds, coming across couples and families that were taking photos of the fish. It had been two years since visiting Tokyo Sea Life Park in Edogawa City.
Youâd come frequently on Mondays and Wednesdays because Naoki would usually have baseball practice. Despite how much you loved him, watching him practice could only be so much fun after awhile.
âLook, isnât he cute?â
âAh, donât point at him! Itâs rude.â
âIs he a model?â
âYou canât even see his face, his hatâs hiding it!â
You glanced over at the two girls whispering about, not paying any attention to the fish swimming behind them. Ah, young love. Cute. You shook your head and looked over at the sign on the walls. Voyagers of the Sea⊠Voyagers of the SeaâŠ
âExcuse me, are you looking for something?â
âAh,â you glanced up, coming face to face with an employee. They were dressed a bit weird. Wearing a hat and mask. Could employees wear something like that? âUh, hm, whereâs the Voyagers of the Sea? Itâs been awhile since Iâve been here.â
The employee turned their head to the map on the wall, muttering to themselves. Shouldnât an employee know where everything is? You were about to just tell them to forget when they suddenly reached over and grabbed your hand.
âI found it. Câmon.â They sounded like a man. You gasped as he tugged you along. The path was bumpy, constantly having to skid to a stop due to the large crowds. You winced each time you bumped right into his back. Gosh, he had broad shoulders.
Two more sharp turns and another knock to your nose on his shoulder, you arrived at the Voyagers of the Sea. You rubbed your nose, groaning to yourself before glancing over at the tanks.
You couldnât help but grin. âItâs still pretty.â You whispered mainly to yourself, stepping close to the glass. âBluefin tuna,â you pointed as it swam past, âeagle ray, scalloped hammerhead.â
âYâknow,â you glanced back at the employee who was standing near you. He hadnât left yet surprisingly. âBluefin tuna are the largest tuna species. My sister says theyâre also the tastiest. And scalloped hammerheads have a 360-degree vision, but then that means they canât see in front of them. One time, when I was here as a student, one of the fishes was hiding in front of the scalloped hammerheadâs nose. Andââ
ââYou really like these things. Are you a marine biologist?â He suddenly interrupted you, tilting his head.
âOh, sorry. Iâm not. I couldnât study something like that.â You didnât elaborate. You glanced down at your hand, the employeeâs hand casually holding yours. âUhm. You, uh, donât need toââ
ââSorry.â He quickly dropped your hand as if he was burned. âSorry. You just have⊠soft hands. Very comfortable.â
âThanks,â you glanced at his name tag. âNakamura-San.â
âNakaâ?â He interrupted himself letting out a laugh, nodding slightly. âRight, right⊠Iâm Nakamura.â
âMhm. Thatâs what your name tag says.â
âIt does, doesnât it?â Nakamura laughed. âDo you have anymore fish facts?â
âArenât you working right now? I donât want to bore you.â
âItâs okay. Iâm interested in learning.â
âAh. Okay. Well, hammerheads give birth to live pups, and usually a female hammerhead can fertilize her own eggs without a male. But as soon as she has the pups, the baby hammerheads learn how to survive all on their own.â
âReally? They donât need a parent?â
âNo. They do just fine.â
âSelf sufficient.â Nakamura hummed, pulling down his hat. âYouâre interesting. Are you in school?â
âNo. I uhm, work in the music industry.â
Nakamura perks up at that, looking over at you. Though you werenât too sure due to his hat covering his eyes. âReally? Do you know Mo to Mo?â
You felt yourself freeze. âAh, uhm, Iâve heard of themâŠâ
âMy friend really likes them. She blasts their music all the time, I think I know the lyrics by heart by now.â
âMhm, theyâre good, so Iâve heard.â
âYea, have youââ
ââItâs Momoi Hiyori!!!!â
âHiyori-San, sign my tits please!!!â
âSign my forehead!!!â
âMomoi Hiyori?â Nakamura whispered as you felt yourself panic. The sounds of fans grew louder with the accompaniment of loud heels clicking against the floor.
There, your sister, hat long gone and mask off entirely, was sprinting your way. She was frantically motioning for you to start running as a crowd of fans were right on her heels.
âCrap.â You whispered, ready to book it but Nakamura grabbed your arm.
âWait! Can I get your LINE ID?â
âLINE ID?â You whispered in shock. Only your family and manager had your LINE ID.
âHurry up, Seabrain!!!!â Hiyori yelled, rushing past you.
You cursed and pulled out your phone, fumbling to open up LINE and show your QR code. âHere, here. Just scan it and add me.â
Nakamura rushed to scan the code, humming once he got it. âI got it. Letâsââ but as soon as he glanced back up, you were long gone.
ââhang out sometimeâŠ?â
He pulled off his hat and rubbed at his head. âHeâs fastâŠâ he glanced down at his phone and looked at your account.
Account Name: ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
âă±ăă±ăâ â ć„œăă§ă
The profile picture was of a koi fish, a hand reaching into the pond to touch its scales.
âSeabrain? Cute.â
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ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăłăĄăă, hi~ itâs âNakamuraâ
âGood, good. Lean down further, please. Beautiful.â The photographer said. The sounds of camera flashing and continuous talking almost caused you to miss your phone ringing. Which was strange.
You had little to no contacts. Who could be texting you? It had been nearly two weeks since you had went to Tokyo Sea Life Park. You opened LINE and were surprised to see a request.
âNaoise? Naoise?â You struggled to pronounce the name, tilting your head. What type of name was that? It was just nonsense. âSeabrain-Chan? Is he making fun of meâŠ?â You huffed and turned off your phone, placing it face down on the table.
âWhoâs making fun of who?â
You squeaked, glancing up to see Hiyori. She was dressed in a skintight bodysuit, hair slicked back with copious amounts of gel, sharp dark eyeliner and black lipstick. âHah, answer me.â She said, reaching over to grab your phone.
âAh, wait!â You reached over to stop her but she easily grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and unlocked your phone.
âHm? N-Nao-Naoise? Hm, strange name. Seabrain-Chan, hi, itâs Nakamura. Whoâs Nakamura?â
âJust an employee at the Tokyo Sea Life Park. He asked for my LINE ID before we had to leave.â You grunted, trying to pull your hands free. How the hell was your sister stronger than you?
âArenât you going to answer him? Heâs your first contact thatâs not family or a coworker. Here, Iâll answer for you.â
âWait!!â
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
(ââœâ)â hey, Nakamura-Kun~ I thought youâd never text me
âAre you insane?! Why did you use the a text face?!â You whined, as Hiyori showed you the text she sent. âAnd I sound so desperate!â
âWhy not? Itâs cute.â
âCute?!â You groaned. âNot at all, only kids use that!â
âNot true. My girlfriend sends them to me all the time.â She released your wrists and hands over your phone, pulling out her own to text her girlfriend. âAnyway, talk to this Nakamura guy, maybe heâll get you to forget Arakawa.â
You frowned. Thereâs no way youâd ever forget him. Not someone like him.
ăăȘă€ăč
Arenât you cute? æȘăăȘ, æ”·æŽăăă
I got busy, my parents and siblings came to visit me since they missed my birthday Couldnât refuse them
Marine-Kun? You rolled your eyes. Well, it wasnât like he knew your name. You didnât really feel like entertaining this any longer but you thought about how your life has been so far. Sure, you technically had fans but you did feel a bit lonely.
Back then, you could watch Naoki and feel moderately okay. Just seeing him was good enough to brighten your mood. But you havenât been able to see him in two whole years.
Maybe you should⊠try to forget him?
You shuddered at the thought. Okay. Not forget him. Just, gain a friend.
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
æ°ă«ăăȘă ă
I was busy too. I have to prepare for an upcoming single
ăăȘă€ăč
Single? Woah
Are you a producer? Songwriter?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Ah
âSis!!!â You suddenly shot up, startling Hiyori. She glared at you. âWhat should I do?â
âWhat? Why are you screaming?â
âI told him I have to prepare for a single! But! I donât know what to say? Who do I pretend to be? A singer? Or maybe a makeup artist? Songwriter? I told him I worked in the music industry, I canât possibly be a makeup artist, oh what should sayâ!â
âJust say youâre a backup vocalist and are participating in the music video.â
âAh.â You grin. âSmart. Youâre so smart, Big Sis!â You give her a wet kiss on the cheek that she quickly wipes away with a groan, turning your attention back to your phone.
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Backup vocalist. I was just asked to participate in the music video.
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mjk? ăăăïŒ
Youâre cool. Iâm just studying meteorology.
Probably become a weather forecaster ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Weather forecaster? Is that what you want?
ăăȘă€ăč
No way
I was a baseball player but
Fucked up left leg, it was bound to happen, I already sprained it once
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
ăăăȘ are you okay now?
ăăȘă€ăč
Yea. Itâs been a year now, Iâm
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You froze, raising an eyebrow. âKsnjd⊠is this roman alphabet slang I donât know?â You began typing the letters into the search bar when he suddenly texted you again.
ăăȘă€ăč
æȘăăȘă
I need to head back to work, almost got caught by my boss (ïŒäșșïŒ;)
See ya~ ă·ă„ăąăŻă¶ăĄ (^_^)/~~~
âHammerhead shark?â You grumbled, unable to hide the slight smile on your lips. âHeâs going to call me everything in the oceanâŠâ you finally took the time to actually see his profile picture. It was of a teddy bear, brown with an eye missing, close to the camera. Though you could still see the background of beach sand.
âThat was fast, did you forget about Arakawa by now?â
âNever!â
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âIâm not doing that again, Nakamura, those aquariums are stressful.â
Naoki sighed, shoving his phone into his back pocket. His hair was pulled into a ponytail as he slipped on some gloves. He began cutting up some fish.
âWhy are you even in the kitchen?â
Nakamura rolled his eyes, âitâs my momâs restaurant, I can go wherever. But câmon, please? Theyâre only free on Sunday and I used up most of my vacation days already.â
âSorry, I can hardly handle standing in here for three hours straight. Iâm not doing your job for you again.â Naoki held up the knife, pointing it at Nakamura when he attempted to get close.
âDidnât you get some guys LINE ID because of me?â
âBecause of you?â Naoki chuckled, shaking his head. âKeep talking and youâll replace this tuna.â He slid the knife clean against the tunaâs body, the head off without a second slice.
Nakamura rubbed his neck. âSheesh. Fine fine. Iâll figure something out⊠so cruel. Ah, that Momoi kid is having a comeback soon. Do you still keep up with him?â
âNo.â Naoki muttered, pulling out the spine from the tuna. âI havenât since my accident. He stopped stalking me.â
âI still canât believe you actually liked that he was stalking you.â
âYou wouldnât get it. But Iâve gotten over him, alright?â
âIâm glad I donât. Try to form a healthy relationship with this new guy, okay?â
âStop asking me to take your Sunday shifts for your mysterious babe, okay?â
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4 years ago
You were a senior in middle school, staring down at the lake beneath you. Your shoes were placed down beside you. Your backpack resting on the ground as you peered over the railing. You were a bit short back then, still lagging behind the other boys who were finally getting tall.
Hiyori had teased youâd probably end up her height. Lo and behold you were only an inch taller than her in the present.
âIs that⊠hm, whatâs that one?â You whispered, pushing on your toes a little, trying to see what was floating above the water. It was a bit hard to seeâthe sun going down being your only source of light.
âThey really need to make more light posts.â
You pulled at your uniform to only to feel your button pop loose, falling into the lake below. A curse was on the tip of your tongue as you looked down. It fell with a quiet plop, not even making enough noise or movement to seemingly bother the inhabitants of the lake.
The drop wasnât high by any means. But the lake wasnât safe for people to get in. It was deep and the current was surprisingly fast. Once you got swept in, it would be hard to leave. You were honestly wondering if this was actually a lake. It had to have been a river that was just unnaturally wide.
As you pondered what to actually call the body of water underneath the bridge, you heard someone yell.
You glanced to your left just before you tackled to the ground. A delayed cry left your lips from the sudden force. You awaited the pain but didnât feel anything. The person who tackled you had managed to take the fall damage, now that you were laying atop of them.
You slowly gazed down, noting their middle school uniform, and to your shockâa leg brace on their left leg. A shocked gasp left your lips, catching sight of their forgotten crutches on the ground not too far from you.
This person⊠was insane?
Said person began to cough violently, their hands digging into your back. You sat up and made sure to not accidentally touch their left leg. The sunset was your only light at this point. Yellow-orange rays shined down on the boy beneath you.
His black hair formed around on the ground, resembling a halo. A little cut on his cheek. On his right cheek there was a mole, almost directly on his cheekbones. His hands slowly slide down your back before falling limply to the ground.
âHey⊠Oi. Did you hit your head?!â You whispered, reaching down to touch the back of his head. Sure enough, as you brought your hand back, there was a bit of blood on the tip of your fingers.
You fished out your phone and quickly called for an ambulance. As you waited, you heard a little laugh. You glanced down to see the boy staring up at you, his lips slowly pulling into a little grin.
âAt least..â he muttered, his voice hoarse. âThe ambulance is for me.â
âWhatâŠ? Iâdid you think I was going to jump?â
He didnât answer, his gaze unfocusing. You gently rubbed his cheek, hoping to keep him awake.
âI was just looking at the water. Iâm sorry, please donât be too hurt because of meâŠâ You frowned. The only reason your shoes were off was because the right shoe had torn open. You were just waiting for Hiyori to get back from the nearby convenience store with some flip flops.
Now you were waiting for an ambulance.
âProb⊠just a concussion.â He suddenly whispered, humming slightly. âDonât worry.â
âDonât fall asleep. Whatâs your name?â
âArakawa.. Naose.â
âNaose?â
âSe?â He began to giggle. âDid I say se? Nice? Ki⊠meant Ki.. NaokiâŠâ
âNaoki?â
âHm?â
âStay awake, please. Theyâre almost here. Think about, ah, maybe the amount of sea life that can live in a river. How they live different to like, uh, ponds or lakes? Do you like koi fish?â
âSorry⊠but thatâs really boringâŠâ He muttered, groaning. âIâm falling asleep.â
âSea life is boring to you?â
âVery⊠but itâs nice that you like it. I think.. I like.. the sky? Dunno, heheh. Koi fish, is that your name?â
âHuh?â
âKoi-Kun, you⊠hehe, should be⊠hm⊠what was I gonna say?â He began to giggle, raising one hand to gently point at your nose. âDo you, poke fish noses?â
âFish noses?â
âThe weathers nice.â He changed the subject, eyes struggling to stay open. âYâknow⊠legsâ real âurt. Tink ade t rse. Heheh.. ably never play gain.â
âPlay what?â You gently patted his face, causing him to open his eyes again.
âBaseball. Mhm⊠just for a second⊠lemme..â
You tapped him again. âStay awake please.â
âSo meanâŠâ he gazed over at you, a little smile on his lips. âYouâŠ. Pretty.. in a weird way. Koi-Kun.â
The sound of sirens caught your attention before you could respond. âAh, theyâre here! Hey, hey, Naoki-San, Naoki-San!â
That was how you met him, giving him a concussion and perhaps ruining his baseball career.
Young love (ââÌŽÌáŽâÌŽÌâ)
àœàœČâ€ïžàœàŸ
ăăȘă€ăč
ăăăăă, ăăŻăăïœ(ă»Ïă»)ă slept well?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Jellyfish? Thatâs new, are you going to stick with a nickname or just keep calling me new ones each time?
ăăȘă€ăč
â ( á ăâ )ïŒż of courseïœ ă§ăïŒyou know the kanji for jellyfish, right?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
æ”·æ? Umi? Tsuki?
ăăȘă€ăč
Ya, Sea Moon, if you directly translate it in English wwwww
Itâs what I think of you, cold and deep, so mysterious, like the seaïœ and round, bright, and shiny, like the moonïœ
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Bright? The moon?
Most people wouldnât agree with that, the moon doesnât provide its own light
ăăȘă€ăč
Right
But it still shines, even if it needs some help
Think of me as your sun, helping you shine,
Sea Moonïœ (ââÌŽÌáŽâÌŽÌâ)
Later, I have class
âHoly shit.â Hiyori cursed, staring at your phone in shock.
You and âNakamuraâ have been chatting for around two months now. The conversations were pretty boring for the most part. Honestly you assumed heâd stop talking to you due to how dry and cold you were. But heâd always respond quickly.
He always made time to respond to you. He even said his name wasnât âNakamuraâ but he never told you his actual name. Not like you asked, you probably should.
He was really into using text faces. At first you viewed them as childish but you got used to them. They could be cute, occasionally.
You two shared pictures but never of yourselves. Just of dinner or any other item that was interesting enough.
âHe.. he must like you!â Hiyori whispered, looking over at you. âWho could say something so.. casually?!â
âHe canât. He doesnât even know what I look like! Or who I actually am! Heâd freak out.â
âI doubt that.â Hiyori sighed, rubbing her hands through her hair. âYou should try sending something, see if heâs just those friends who are poetic platonically.â
âWhat would I send?â
âSomething sexy.â
âNo way.â
You sighed, rubbing at your face as you stared down at your phone. Okay, youâve always had a problem with saying no to your sisterâs ideas. After some goading, you reluctantly took a video.
Hiyori already told you what to say once you pressed send. The video was just of you recording yourself in one of the outfits for your recent music video. It was one of your more scandalous outfits, skin tight pants with holes throughout. A see through shirt and a choker. Chains decorated the outfit.
It was a whole thing.
The video was only about ten seconds. You made sure to have your face out of frame as you pointed your phone down at your pants. There was a mirror right across from you, you laid on a couch, legs spread out, back slightly arched. Your hand was shaky as slid down to your crotch.
Pants button was already open as you gently gripped the edge of your shit that was tucked into the pants, slowly pulling it out. The slightest glance at the thin, tight black briefs you wore before quickly ending the video.
Hiyoriâs âexcuseâ was a simple and planned: âoooh, sorry sorry! I didnât mean to send this video!â Then youâd send a normal video just showcasing your outfit in the mirror, standing up.
Good enough excuse since you could feign innocence, both videos did have you in the same outfit. And so long as you goaded âNakamuraâ into asking for what you wore for the videoâitâd make sense.
Hiyori had said that âNakamuraâ would either forget and push past the video, or get horny.
You didnât know what exactly you wanted.
You were a bit scared at the thought of making him uncomfortableâlosing your first and only friend you have right now. But there was a small little part of you that was curious, deadly curious to how he felt about you.
ăăȘă€ăč
Did you go to bed yet?
I canât sleep (ïœĄ Ìïžż ÌïœĄ)
You shot up from bed, staring at your phone.
This was your chance.
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Still awake
Is everything okay?
ăăȘă€ăč
Iâm ok (˶âŸá· â»Ì« âŸá·
Ë”) just a bit of pain in my leg again
But it stops after a few minutes
WhatïœdidïœyouïœdoïœtodayïœïŒá¶ á”ᎄá”á¶
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
I filmed the music video
It was for a b-side song for the artistâs album that came out a few weeks ago
Very fun, so busy, the outfits were nice
ăăȘă€ăč
wowowo âȘ( ŽΞïœ)ă ăăăăïŒ
What were the outfits? The singer didnât make you wear trash bags so you wouldnât outshine them, right~? (ïŸoïŸ;;
Today I just had class, my friend was blasting Mo to Moâs new album, itâs catchy
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
ww no they didnât do that
We got good outfits
Oh, you changed your profile pic
You glanced at his picture, taking note of the new one. It was of that same teddy bear now directly in the sand. A human hand held out a peace sign, acting as if that was the teddy bearâs own hand.
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
You really like that teddy bear
ăăȘă€ăč
You noticed?
Yea, I do, it was given to me in my senior year at middle school
Donât remember who gave it to me, just woke up in the hospital with it in my arms
Mom said the person left a note, just telling me sea life isnât boring wwwwwwww â(âŻ3â°)âź
Anyway~ send send!!
You paused. Sea life isnât boring? No, it couldnât be. You shook your head. Sure, it was very specific, butâyou couldnât be the only person to write a note like that. Besides, that teddy bear is basic. Yea, itâs not you. No way. No, way.
You rubbed your face as you pulled up the video. You hesitated. Should you really do this? Wouldnât it be more mature to just ask him if he might like you romantically? That would be smarter. Less manipulative.
Not like you could talk. You stalked a boy for four years straight. The only reason you stopped was because your schedule was overwhelming and any free time you had, you just wanted to sleep. Besides, you didnât know where Arakawa Naoki really was anyway.
Sure you knew the school but it was a well known and large university. There were so many students. You didnât even know what major he went in for. Itâd take you awhile to find him.
Just as you were debating to yourself, your finger pressed against the screen. You glanced down to see that you sent the risky video.
Wellâ
You almost screamed in panic, ready to unsend the message but it was too late. It showed that he saw it. He viewed it. He more than likely just finished watching the full ten seconds.
Oh god.
It was a slow and agonizing minute as you stared at your phone, almost waiting for him to cuss you out. But instead, you got a video.
Your finger hovered over the video before pressing play. You quickly paused it though, reaching over for your headphones. Even if your room was on the other side of the shared apartment, you didnât want to risk it.
After a deep breath and the little beep telling you the headphones were connectedâyou pressed play once more.
The video was a bit dark, the soft glow of the moonlight being your only light. A shuddered sigh left âNakamuraâ before he pointed the camera to his pajama pants. He tugged at the waistband, pulling it far before letting it snap right back against his skin.
A tight grunt left him just as the video ended.
ăăȘă€ăč
Am I overthinking things?
It wasnât an accident, right?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
It technically was
But I recorded the video with you in mind
Silence. You almost wondered if you went too far.
ăăȘă€ăč
Can you show me more?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
Like another video?
ăăȘă€ăč
Yea
Iâll send too
Not even a second later, he sent another video. You didnât hesitate to play it. The video was mostly silence, the sound of sheets rustling as he kept the camera at his pants. His free hand returned to the waistband and tugged, but this time his pulled it further down.
You expected him to have been wearing boxers but to your surprise, his cock was now free. It was already leaking wetâcoating white pre cum on his soft stomach. Now free, his hand grasped his cock, his thumb rubbing the pre cum across the head.
ăăȘă€ăč
Kinda, hard to type one handed
Do me a favor
Masturbate like youâre alone
Donât hold back
Your body involuntarily shivers as you reach over and turn on your fairy lights, allowing a little bit of light. You pointed the camera to your lower half, kicking the sheets off the bed.
You hesitated for just a moment before pressing record. Should you talk? You didnât really speak a lot in general unless spoken to. Shaking your head, you slip two fingers into your mouth and suck, coating them with your saliva.
Despite feeling a little anxious, you didnât attempt to muffle the wet sounds. You pulled your hand away and reached down, using your thumb to pull down your boxers. Your cock plopped out free, beginning to harden due to your rising excitement.
A low sigh left your lips as you reached down between your legs. Because of the angle, he wouldnât be able to see much. But he would be able to hear the squelch as you easily slipped in two fingers inside your ass.
He would be dumb to not realize you mustâve masturbated an hour or so ago.
You ended the video just as your cock sprung to life, pressing send immediately. The wait for his response almost felt like torture. Your cock leaking dejectedly on your stomach. Your legs shifted on the bed as you tried not to continue on to reach your third orgasm of the night.
Not even a minute later he replied to you.
His video was straight to the pointâthe teasing long forgotten.
His hand grasped his cock as he jerked himself off. The sound of his shallow breaths and wet gasps filled your ears. You forgot all about recording another video, thrusting your fingers in and out, easily reaching your prostate.
You dropped your phone and gripped your cock, sighing at the relief. His moans were driving you insaneâyou wanted to hear it in person. Wanted to be the one touching him. Hearing every sharp gasp, watching his body shake from the pleasure.
ââŠ.gonna.. cumâŠâ
A grunt your lips at his words. It sounded as if he struggled to even say those two words, his voice wet and shaky. You couldnât hold back anymore. Being overstimulated from your previous masturbation didnât help. A rub right against your prostate and a wet stroke of your cock, you were cumming right as he released a wet whimper.
You bit your lip to muffle yourself as much as possible, eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head. Your phone pinged again just as you remembered you forgot to record something.
ăăȘă€ăč
Sorry, havenât really
Properly masturbated in awhile
Did you cum at least?
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
ăă
I came early too, donât worry about it
Itâll be longer next time
ăăȘă€ăč
Next time? â ( á ăâ )ïŒż
Do you like me, Sea Moon~?
You paused. You liked him enough to masturbate but. You wiped your dirty hands on your boxers. The word like was always associated with Arakawa Naoki.
Even now. Even after your little session with âNakamuraââŠ
You could only see a mole on a cheek and messy hair.
No. You didnât like him.
Just as you were about to respond, he sent a picture. You opened it without a second thought, expecting a risky photo.
But the sight caused you pause.
It was of him.
âNakamuraâ.
Even with only the moonlight as your guide, you knew him. You knew Arakawa Naoki. Even if only half of his face was visible. The infamous teddy bear was in his arms. Half of his face resting on the pillow, a shy grin on his lips.
The mole rested on the same spot it always has, greeting you in the moonlight.
His hair messy and wild. You wondered if you were delusional for thinking it looked like it formed into a halo on the pillow.
ăăȘă€ăč
Since you canât actually see me
Post sex wwww (*ïŸÏïŸ)
Pretty, right~?
ç„ăŁăŠăă?
You couldnât think. What should you say? Of course he was pretty. Heâs been the only person youâve ever constantly thought about. Even in two years that you havenât seen himâheâs only gotten more beautiful.
But, you couldnât possibly do this to him. Stalking him for four years and suddenly you had semi phone sex with him. Sure Hiyori never out right said anything but you knew she wanted you to act more ânormal.â
Especially with you now in the public eye. You canât just watch him in the shadows. You were an adult, you had fans, two years of leaving Arakawa Naoki alone to live his life peacefully.
You should end it here.
But hereâs the thing about you.
You needed Arakawa Naoki as much as you needed air to breathe.
And here he was, offering himself on a silver platter.
Two years without him and it felt like torture. It felt as if you couldnât live without him. Before you could watch him from afar and survive but nowâŠ
Now you canât stand by anymore.
Youâve experienced life without Arakawa Naoki and you promised yourself to never experience it again.
ă·ăŒăăŹă€ăł
èć·çŽæšč
ăăȘă€ăč
???
Huh? Howâd you get my name?
From my account? Did I tell you and just forgot?
You smirked at your phone, going to your account and changing your name. It really was him. To think he returned your affection after all these years.
ă·ăŒă ăŒăł
You probably donât even know my name, but Iâve been watching you since our senior year in middle school
I thought I lost you
But youâre here, itâs like you were waiting for me
Were you, Arakawa-San?
ăăȘă€ăč
Momoi-San�
Did you
You knew this entire time?
You ignore me for two years then knowingly make me believe Iâm texting someone else this whole time?
Youâre sick, is that singing career of yours not fun enough? Your girlfriend?
Some man you are â I hope the videos were worth it
He was typing too fast for you to even respond to one of his messages. Girlfriend? You didnât know he was Arakawa until today, what the hell was he talking about?
ă·ăŒă ăŒăł
What? What are you talking about?
Hello?
Arakawa-San?
Each message you sent was sent with an error. You tore off your headphones as you sat up, staring down at your phone in complete shock.
He blocked you.
Lol. Yall want a part two? Youâre basically turning into a yandere btw. Comment if you wanna be tagged!
Words/Slangs:
ăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻăŻă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©ă©, ăăă ??????? æČăăćŹăă !!!!!!!! â Kukukukukukukukukukukukuku Klaralalalalalalalala, ohhh ??????? Sad and happy !!!!!!!!
æȘăé«Ș â bad hair
èĄăăăăȘăăèĄăăăăȘăïŒć§ăăăăéĄăă ăă â I don't want to go, I don't want to go! Please, sister
âă±ăă±ăâ â ć„œăă§ă â âparaparaâ I love it (itâs the Japanese onomatopoeia for rain sounds)
æȘăăȘ, æ”·æŽăă â sorry, marine-kun
æ°ă«ăăȘă ăâ donât worry
mjk? â ăŸăă (majika) Roman alphabet slang. Means âreallyâ
ăăăïŒâ amazing
ăăăȘ â Sorena, to express sympathy
ăăăăă, ăăŻăăïœ â morning, Jellyfish-San
ă§ă â but
wwwwww â Japaneseâs lol or lmao
ăă â mhm
ç„ăŁăŠăă? â heaven-sent; out of this world. Heâs basically asking if his looks are godly
ă·ăŒă ăŒăł â sea moon
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Jealousy, I Know your Name

"Ahyeon, Ahyeon, Ahyeon!" Snapping out of her trance, Ahyeon finally turned to the person trying to get her attention.
"You've been distracted all day. What has your brain all tied up?"
"Nothing Ruka Unnie"
"Are you sure Ahyeon? It seems that ever since we met the new employees, you've been somewhere else".
"Sorry, just a lot on my mind with the project deadline coming up."
"Hmmm, normally I would accept that except for some crazy reason, your eyes keep drifting in a certain directionâŠ"
Trying to act not nonchalant, Ahyeon responded "I have no clue what you're talking about Unnie".
"Are you sure Ahyeon? Because it seems that every time, we get a new coworker who happens to be a woman our age, your mind seems to wander somewhere else and your eyes seem to magically keep an eye on a certain someoneâŠ"
Accepting that lunch in the work cafeteria wasn't the right place to have this conversation, Ruka accepted her answer. "We don't have to talk about this now, but we are going to talk about this tonight when we get drinks Ahyeon".
"Fine Unnie"
--- A few hours later ---
"So Ahyeon, are you going to finally tell me the truth because we both know that I know you better than anyone else. We have been friends for almost a decade"
Knocking back a shot of shot, Ahyeon sighed and started to answer: "Okay okay, I guess its been long enough that officially telling you won't be the worst thing in the world. Yes, I was thinking about Y/N⊠and maybe making sure that he wasn't getting too friendly with any of the new hiresâŠ"
Ruka responded with a simple raise of her eyebrows and a tilt of her head.
"⊠Yes like I always do. IDK, I just don't like when new hires get too friendly with Y/N too early. While he has a bit of a killer instinct when it comes to his coworkers and upward momentum in the work place, he is also Y/N. I still see him as the sweet, cute, nerdy guy I met in the middle school. I know he can handle male coworkers who want to snake him; but when it comes to girls our age, he can be too kind for his own good and I want to make sure that non of these skanks take advantage of him".
Hearing Ahyeon call their female coworkers caused Ruka to smirk, but Ahyeon didn't notice as she was too engrossed in her little tirade.
"I mean come on, remember Sullyoon,I mean all she did was touch his arm a little bit and flutter her lashes, and suddenly he was helping her whenever she asked. Don't even get me started on that bitch Julie, I mean how much sluttier can you dress. We are professionals and she wears the tightest skirts possible and the lowest hanging tops that whenever she just so happens to lean over my Y/N's desk, her tits are nearly falling out."
Hearing this, Ruka started to giggle.
"Don't start Unnie. You are nearly as bad. I mean you know how I feel and yet you constantly are talking to Y/N at his desk and while walking to meetings".
Sensing the change in Ahyeon, Ruka decided to cut off Ahyeon before she said something she might regret.
"Ahyeon, relax. I know how you feel about Y/N, but you need to remember that I am his sunbae just like I am yours and I have known him just as long as you have."
"Sorry Unnie, I know, I just get so worked up about Y/N and I don't know why"
"Well it doesn't help that you've been in love with him since you two were in the 8th grade. Plus you went to middle school together then high school then college and now work together⊠and you still haven't confessedâŠ"
"He's supposed to! He's the guy Unnie!"
"Ahyeon, you've liked him for over a decade, I think this is equally if not more on you. You also haven't done anything to make it obvious to him and you know Y/N is completely oblivious to anything when it comes to romance. He's only dated 1 girl and that was barely for 3 months when he has been liked by multiple girls between 7th grade and nowâŠ"
Staring at Ahyeon, Ruka continued "Oh wait, I forgot something seemed to happen anytime a girl showed any interest in Y/N. Any interest was suddenly dropped. It was almost like someone either scared them off or made sure that every girl knew that Y/N was taken".
Ahyeon simple crossed her arms and muttered "It's not my fault that those girls needed to know that he's mine."
Raising her voice, "They don't understand him like I do and they would've broken up eventually too. Y/N is too in love with me to date anyone long term".
Sighing, Ruka responded to her delusional but well meaning junior "you two are somehow a combination of infuriating, delusional, and the cutest couple ever. Sometimes I regret telling you that Y/N has had a crush on you since the 7th grade as well."
Hearing the word couple, instantly brought a smile to Ahyeon's face. Seeing this, Ruka just sighed and said "God, you and Y/N are the worst. We should probably get going, it's already 10pm and we have a long day tomorrow."
---- The Next Day ---
Walking into the cafeteria, Ruka looks around for Ahyeon so they could sit together and instead she found someone who looked like they were planning a murder.
Approaching her junior, Ruka cleared her throat to try to get Ahyeon's attention before finally speaking "I don't think you are supposed to just stab the salad."
"It's better I stab this salad than that bitch Sian. God she's such a pick me. 'Oh Y/N could you help me print this doc. Oh Y/N you're so good at excel. Oh Y/N you're such a kind and caring sunbae'. Such a phony bitch. I had to sit there grinding away on our project while that whore practically offered herself as a public fuck toy for my Y/N."
Sighing, Ruka tried to calm down her junior "Ahyeon. I love you but I am sure you're overreacting."
"Unnie, I know I normally do; but trust me, this is different. You'll see tonight at the team dinner. That bitch is practically throwing herself at Y/N thinking that she will be able to get him to do all her work and the worst part is that it'll probably work."
"Well if she starts giving him her work or asks for too much help, I'll step in as team lead and make sure she asks someone else for help or does it herself if it's within her abilities".
"Thanks Unnie; but Sian gets too friendly tonight, I have to take things into my own hands"
Hearing this, Ruka just shook her head; but secretly, she hoped that Sian would flirt with Y/N because this decade of mutual pining has taken a toll on her.
--- A few hours and a few drinks later ---
The team had been dropped off by a couple of the companies vans earlier that night and the drinks had started flowing the second they stepped into the restaurant for the monthly team dinner. Most of the team would indulge in a few drinks at these dinners, but the younger employees always seemed to find a way to elevate the celebration to a point where it was almost an HR hazard to keep having them. The team would naturally split into the respective age/hire groups with the older team members huddling together spectating their younger colleagues while the newer and newest hires would often rope in the 2-3 year tenured employees into joining them in indulging in as many free drinks as possible. Each of the new hires had seemingly grabbed a slightly older sunbae to cling on to throughout the night and Sian had decided that Y/N was hers for the night. Ever since they had clocked out, Sian had been inseparable from Y/N. She literally grabbed hold of him on the way out of the building and had not let go of him since. Ahyeon of course instantly noticed this but had done a remarkable job of holding herself back; but that resolve was quickly fading. Ruka could practically see the steam coming out of Ahyeon's ears and decided that it was best for the team (while also being a wing woman for her best friend) to distract Sian for a bit. Walking up to Sian and Y/N, Ruka could see the mixture of happiness and also pure terror in Y/N's eyes from the proximity and amount of physical touch he was having with Sian. "Sian, come chat with me and Asa, we want to hear more about you outside of work. You can hang out with boring old Y/N anytime." "Okay Sunbae, bye Y/N" Sian said before giving a quick peck to Y/N's cheek and following Ruka to talk with Asa.
Giving a sigh of relief after finally getting some separation from your good meaning but clingy junior, you looked around to see what everyone else was doing. You saw your sunbaes gathered as far as possible from you and your fellow young coworkers. Your sunbaes always loved to chat amongst themselves while also spectating their drunk juniors. You also saw a few other teams who had also decided to come here for their monthly team dinner. Finally, your eyes landed on the girl who had lived rent free in your head for almost if not over a decade long, Jung Ahyeon.
She was your middle school, high school, college, and now work crush. You two had first met when you transferred into her middle school in 7th grade and had been smitten ever since. She was the class president so she gave you the tour of their building; but you had to keep asking her simple questions because you couldn't focus due to her beauty and charisma. That crush had stuck with you throughout their schooling and had even intensified when they got to college. Being the beauty and kind hearted person she was, Ahyeon had dozens of guys who were interested and her and all of them were far better than you, so you had never even thought about actually asking her out. Throughout the years, your friends had asked you who he were interested in or who your dream girl was and the answer was always Ahyeon. One night during your Junior year of college, Ruka, who was a year older than you and Ahyeon and who you had also known for a decade, asked you who you were interested in. Being a little more than tipsy, you answered her truthfully and said Ahyeon. Ruka asked why and you started going into detail about how beautiful, kind, etc. Ahyeon was and after 15 minutes of you showing how you had been practically obsessing over Ahyeon, Ruka finally laughed and told you to shut up. The next day, you had woken up in a panic and called Ruka to beg her to not tell Ahyeon about any of what you had said. Ruka told you not to worry about it and after a few days of treading lightly whenever you saw Ahyeon or Ruka, you were finally able to start acting normal again, trusting that Ruka hadn't told Ahyeon about your embarrassing and somewhat obsessive confession.
That was four years ago now. After graduating college, you and Ahyeon had actually joined the same company and team as Ruka. Being the only 2 new hires for that year in the team, you two had gotten closer while still not being super close. You had gone from people who go to school together to close work colleagues or even potentially work friends, although your relationship still hadn't moved past talking in the office or hanging out with each other at work events; but when your eyes landed on her after finally getting some space from Sian, you could tell something was wrong⊠mostly because it looked like Ahyeon was trying to melt a hole through you. Confused as to what you did wrong, you started to wrack your brain for any fuck ups you had at work that day or if you had taken any of the meat Ahyeon liked while eating dinner; but you couldn't for the life of you figure it out. Suddenly Ahyeon started marching at you like someone ready to start a fight. You were then grabbed by your t-shirt and roughly pulled into the hallway then supply closet of the restaurant.
"Ahyeon, I don't think we are supposed to be in here"
"I don't care Y/N. What the fuck is up with you and little miss princess Sian?"
"Uh, nothing? She's just a coworker."
"Really? Then why has she been holding onto you like a life craft and why are you practically doing her job for her?"
"Woah woah woah Ahyeon. She's just new and hasn't gotten close to anyone. She asked me a question yesterday and after helping her out, she has just had me as her go to person."
"Are you sure its not because you're fucking her? Are you seriously already fucking her? God, why do you fall for the eye fluttering and flirty touches of every woman who works with us. You are such a spineless coward. Falling for anyone who shows you any attention. You know what, screw you Y/N. I can't believe I've been in love with you all these years"
Looking shell shocked, you just stared at your crush of over a decade.
"What Y/N? Too scared to confess that you've been fucking the new hire. She's practically a fetus. Still fresh out of college. She hasn't even been out of school for 6 months".
Not hearing a word she said, you just stared at her like an idiot and said "You're in love with me?"
Clearly annoyed at you, Ahyeon stared at you dumbfounded "Is that seriously all you heard Y/N? Or are you just playing dumb?"
Still not hearing a word she said, you just repeated "You're in love with me?"
Practically ready to blow, Ahyeon spat at you "No, I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU. I thought you were cute when I gave you that tour in 7th grade and the more I saw you and got to know you throughout the years, that infatuation turned into love; but now it's gone because you can't keep your dick in your pants and you are a pathetic simp".
Not hearing half of what she said, you just looked at Ahyeon and were completely captivated by her beauty. Not sure whether it was the soju or a sudden surge in confidence, you, not thinking, softly raised your hand to her face to cup it. Stunned by your sudden touch, Ahyeon paused her tirade and looked like she was short circuiting. Still moving without an ounce of thought, you moved your other hand to her waist and brought her close before capturing her lips with yours. After breaking out of her stupor, Ahyeon pulled you even closer and responded to your kiss tenfold. Needing to break for air, you and Ahyeon finally separated after what felt like eternity. Still holding her by the waist, you gazed lovingly into Ahyeon's eyes before saying "I love you". Hearing that caused Ahyeon to blush and she started to pull away, but you weren't about to fuck up this opportunity of a life time. Pulling her flush against you, you raised her face so her eyes met yours and said it again "I love you Ahyeon". Seeing your sincerity and the love behind your eyes, Ahyeon took a second before responding "You're an asshole". Confused you loosened your grip on her, sensing this, Ahyeon grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours again. Stunned, you barely were able to reciprocate before she broke away again. Grabbing your hand, she led you out of the supply closet, through the hallway, past your team, and out of the restaurant.
Still not saying a word to you, but muttering to herself, Ahyeon continued to lead you by the hand through the streets of Seoul before finally coming to an apartment building which she scanned in and led you through the lobby and into one of the elevators. Once the doors closed, Ahyeon was on you like a lion. Pushing you against one of the walls, she practically mounted you while capturing your lips with hers. Trying your best to match her fervor, you put both of your hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Deciding this wasn't enough for her, Ahyeon moved your hands from her waist to her ass and made sure that you had firm grasp of it before letting you take hold alone. After making out for a bit, the elevator finally signaled that it had arrived at her floor. Hearing the noise, Ahyeon let you off the wall, but made sure to grab one of your hands so she could lead you to here apartment. When you two finally arrived at her door, she made sure that you had both your hands on her waist before punching in her code. After inputting the code, she turned and gave you a quick peck before pulling you into her apartment. Letting her lead the way, you walked through her apartment before stopping in her living room. Turning around, Ahyeon looked at you with a mixture of happiness and fear. Sensing that she needed some more reassurance, you grabbed her again by the waist and captured her lips once again with yours. Not wanting this to turn into a full on makeout session, Ahyeon separated from you after a few seconds. Taking a second to look at her in her eyes, you see the fear and happiness melting away and being replaced with something else⊠lust.
Feeling a renewed sense of purpose and anger, Ahyeon once again grabbed you by your shirt and dragged you into her bedroom before shoving you onto her bed. Landing on her bed, you are then met with the sight of a lust filled Ahyeon. This along with the previous makeout sessions caused your dick to start to harden. Seeing this, Ahyeon smirked before sitting on your lap and straddling you. This only caused you to harden more and you released a slight moan. This caused Ahyeon to start to grind herself on top of you. Deciding that you need take back some control, you flipped yourself and Ahyeon so now she was on her back. Taking a second to truly take in the sight of her, you noticed what she had been wearing the entire night. While not inappropriate, it was borderline non work attire. She wore a small black skirt that at the right angle would reveal the bottom of her ass and a tight white button down with a black tie that was begging to be ripped off. Seeing your loss of focus, Ahyeon thrust her clothed core to meet your hardened dick which once again caused you to moan. Deciding you truly had had enough, you ripped off your shirt and pants before starting to strip Ahyeon. Seeing how excited she was for you to do so, you chose to taunt her a bit by slowly dragging down her skirt inch by inch.
"Y/N just take it fucking off"
"Language Ahyeon. I don't want to fuck a foul mouthed whore"
"Listen Y/N, if you don't hurry the fuck up. I will tie you to this bed and will ride you until you can't even think of getting your dick hard".
"Now Ahyeon, how is that supposed to dissuade me". "Fuck you" she replied. "That's the plan babe".
"How about this. The faster I get naked, the faster you get to bury your cock inside of me and the faster you get to see my naked tits. Don't pretend like I haven't caught you staring at my tits or my ass throughout the year⊠oh and, the faster you get to find out how much of a whore I am for your cock. Maybe I'll even let you fuck my ass tonight".
Hearing this certainly motivated you and you practically tore of her skirt and shirt before actually tearing her panties before struggling with her bra. Seeing you struggle, Ahyeon decided to help you out and unclasped it for you. Seeing her bra drop and her tits barren in front of you, you hovered over her practically panting. Seeing you frozen, Ahyeon rose up enough to meet your ear before whispering "You can suck them you know." Hearing that, you dove face first into her tits before capturing one of her nipples with your mouth and groping the other tit with your hand. Swapping back and forth, you feasted on her tits before finally she had to physically tear you off of them. Annoyed at being separated from your prize, your head was then shoved down past her delectable abs and in front of her neatly shaven cunt. Realizing what she wanted, you slowly moved towards your next feast. Slowly licking down from her abs, you gave her inner thighs some much needed attention before diving in. After a few minutes of burying your head in her cunt, you sensed that her orgasm was approaching. Ahyeon started to pant your name "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, please" Tearing yourself away from her glorious cunt, you raised your head and said "What babe, what do want". "Please Y/N." "Please what Ahyeon" "Please just fucking make me come" Hearing this you dove back in and started to truly feast on her, burying your tongue so deep that you felt her nearly come from any movement. Coyly moving your right hand in front of her puckered hole, you inserted one finger into her ass right when you captured her clit with your mouth. Feeling this Ahyeon, instantly came and showered your face in her cum. After making sure to lap up her entire orgasm, you removed your finger from her ass and met her face to face. Seeing her dazed, you softly grabbed her face and kiss her, making sure she got a tase of her own release.
After recovering, Ahyeon then slapped your shoulder before kissing you again. "Yah, I didn't say anything about putting a finger in my ass"
"Really? Oh well, because it certainly seemed like you liked it Ahyeon" you cockily responded.
"Whatever Y/N. You're lucky I like you".
"Love honey. Love me"
"Shut up Y/N. Swap spots with me so I can return the favor."
Not wanting to look a gift blowjob in the mouth, you quickly swapped with Ahyeon so now you were laying on your back and she was on top of you. After pulling off your shirt, Ahyeon gave you soft kisses down your chest before hovering over your lap. She then tore your pants off before slowly sliding your underwear off revealing your bare cock which had been hard since you two had made it to the bedroom. Like the little minx she was, she then gave slow, long licks along your hardened shaft causing you to moan like a little bitch. Hearing this caused a smirk to come over her face. "Ahyeon" you groaned. "Ahyeon what, Y/N?" "Ugh, you know what babe" Giving another long lick and cupping your balls, Ahyeon asked you again "What Y/N?" "Fuck you" you angrily spat. "Just say it Y/N" "Fine⊠please Ahyeon please blow me" you begged. Hearing you final beg, Ahyeon started to take your cock inch by inch. Each inch caused you to moan even louder causing Ahyeon to smirk even more before you finally bottomed out. Ahyeon gave you a second to relax before she fucking her throat on your cock, drooling and letting spit leak out of her mouth. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you gave Ahyeon a warning about your upcoming climax; but hearing this only caused Ahyeon to fuck her throat with your cock even more before finally your orgasm overwhelmed you and you fill Ahyeonâs throat with your cum. Ahyeon, being the good little slut she was, took your entire load drinking it without abandon before letting your cock pop out of her mouth and then opening her mouth to show you that she had swallowed your entire load.
Ahyeon then straddle you and lowered her face right over yours before saying "Don't even think about passing out on me Y/N. I have wanted too damn long for this and I am getting what I deserve". She then captured your lips in a kiss that was filled with both lust and love. You then flipped yourself and Ahyeon again so she was on her back and you were above her. You then softly placed your hand on her check and were about to speak before she beat you to the punch. "Y/N, I love you; but will you for God's sake, stop being a gooey romantic and just bury your cock in my aching cunt". Hearing this along with her grabbing your cock and giving you a handjob got you hard once again. You then positioned your dick in front of her entrance before looking at her for one last bit of reassurance which she gave you by whispering in your ear "Y/N, want to know a secret. You're going to be my first" This got you even harder than you thought possible. She continued "Think about it Y/N. You are going to be the first and only person to fuck Jung Ahyeon. Think about your tight I am going to be then imagine burying yourself in there night after night filling me with your seed. Breeding me over and over again until all I can think about is your cock. And then after you have filled me with so much of your seed that I am leaking, then you get to fuck my ass. That tight little ass that looks so good in mini skirts and leggings. Don't you want to breed my greedy little cunt. Don't you want to fuck my puckered little hole." Finally breaking your resolve, you slowly slid in inch by inch into Ahyeon's waiting cunt, giving her time to adjust to each inch before you finally were fully sheathed in her cocksleeve. Looking at her for reassurance, Ahyeon pulled your face closer to hers saying "Fuck me Y/N. Give my aching cunt your seed and breed me" and capturing your lips with hers. Hearing this, you start to hammer into her waiting cunt like a piston with each thrust causing Ahyeon to moan more and more into your mouth, moving your hands to grab her ass as you fuck her cunt like a madman. After a few minutes, you begging to feel your second orgasm nearing. Sensing this too, Ahyeon wrapped her legs around you to lock in you place and make sure that you couldn't pull out. She then whispered again in your ear "Breed me. Fill your cock slut with your seed and mark me as yours". Hearing that triggered your release and you began to fill Ahyeon's pussy with spurt after spurt of your load. This along with your finger which you had once again sneakily buried in her puckered hole triggered Ahyeon's second release as well. Finally after both of you had the felt the last moments of your respective orgasm leave you, you both glanced down at your combined loads leaking out of Ahyeon's pussy which caused your dick your dick to twitch which Ahyeon immediately felt causing her to moan as well. Finally raising your eyes to meet hers again, you gave Ahyeon once last soft kiss on her lips before you flipped you two over once last time and passed out with your cock in the warmth of her pussy.
--- The Next Day ---
Waking up after a night of intense fucking was nothing like you imagined especially with the girl of your dreams with you. After a few seconds of your blinking your eyes and regaining your awareness, you then become aware again of where you were, what you had done last night, and who you did it with⊠and also who you were still buried inside. Realizing the situation you were in, you slowly tried to pull your cock out of the tight embrace of Ahyeon's cunt. Feeling the loss of you, Ahyeon's legs were instantly wrapped around you and she once again leg locked you so your cock would remain buried inside of her. Feeling the tight embrace of her pussy once again, your cock started to harden. You then shifted your eyes towards Ahyeon's waiting and annoyed face. "What were you trying to do Y/N? she angrily asked. Stuttering, you respond to her "I was trying to pull out because I was still inside you and I thought that it would be impolite to" You started to say before Ahyeon cut you off. "Y/N, I begged you to not only fuck me but to also breed me multiple times last night. I leg locked you so you wouldn't be able to pull out and then I made sure you were buried inside of me before we passed out⊠since you clearly are terrible at picking up even the most obvious signs, I want your cock to be buried inside me like the good little cocksleeve I am as often as possible". This statement caused your cock to once again stand at full attention, although this was a little hard being buried in Ahyeon's warmth. Feeling you once again ready, Ahyeon pulled you close to her once again, whispering "Now am I going to need to tell you what to do again or are you finally going to pick up on my signals and take some fucking action". Capturing her lips with yours, you started to makeout with her once again. Tearing her lips away from yours, Ahyeon looked at your angrily and once about to start lecturing you; but before she could, you began to fuck her without abandon and all thoughts left her brain with you two spending the rest of the morning trying your best to catch up on lost time.
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tokyo rev boys as clichĂ© relationship tropes đđ
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ᥣđ© ft: manjiro sano (mikey), ken ryuguji (draken), sanzu haruchiyo, chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke
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â§ MANJIRO SANO â§ â âTHE GOLDEN BOY WHO ACCIDENTALLY FALLS FOR YOUâ
heâs the one everyone expects to be untouchable â heâs the golden boy, after all. but then thereâs you, and something in him softens. he doesnât confess. he just starts showing up. heâll wait for you outside school on his CB250T, saves the extra dorayaki just for you, sits beside you during sunsets in quiet, comfortable silence. everyoneâs shocked â âmikey? with someone???â he falls first, wayyyy harder than he admits. heâll not say âi love youâ (at least not yet) but heâll mutter âdonât leave meâ like itâs second nature.
â§ KEN RYUGUJI â§ â âTHE GRUMPY PROTECTOR WHOâS SOFT ONLY FOR YOUâ
heâs tall, scary & unbothered â well thatâs what everyone thinks⊠until heâs patching up your scraped knee and asks âyou okay?â. acts like he doesnât care but heâs literally the first to notice when youâre not feeling well. heâs the type to lift you with one arm and then goes âtch. donât get used to it.â absolutely ruins anyone who tries to hurt you emotionally or physically & will probably never say âi love youâ directly, but will say âyouâre mine,â like itâs a fact carved into stone.
â§ SANZU HARUCHIYO â§ â âTHE UNHINGED LOVERBOY WHO WOULD BURN THE WORLD FOR YOUâ
oh you already know that heâs wayyyy more unhinged than the rest. everyone tells you to stay away from him. heâs dangerous, violent & unpredictable. and he is â to everyone except you. when youâre around, heâs still chaotic but thereâs a slight restraint. gets jealous at the thought of you smiling at someone else. âyouâre the only thing keeping me from going completely off the rails.â heâs 100% the type who would say âi love youâ in the middle of a murder confession. âi did it for you, baby. always for you.â
â§ CHIFUYU MATSUNO â§ â âTHE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BESTFRIEND TURNED LOVERâ
your best friend whoâs been in love with you for YEARS. he knows your coffee order, remembers all your little quirks, and glares at anyone who flirts with you. heâll deny heâs jealous with a quick, âi just donât like his vibe.â he ends up confessing by accident while half-asleep whispering, âi wish you were mine.â heâs loyal to a fault & literally your ride or die. and when you finally get together??? heâs the most thoughtful boyfriend ever. he brings your favorite snacks, leaves handwritten notes on your locker, reminds you to eat, to rest, to take care of yourself â because he always has. even before you knew he was yours.
â§ BAJI KEISUKE â§ â âTHE GUARD DOG WHO BITES EVERYONE BUT YOUâ
the untamed boy who learns gentleness through you. he turns into a blushing menace whenever you compliment him. âiâm not soft. now donât look at me like that!â (he is.) but if someone even thinks about hurting you? he would burn down the city without a second thought. he secretly keeps band-aids in his pocket just for you. says itâs âfor emergenciesâ but youâve never seen him use them on anyone else. acts like heâs not into romance, but the moment you cry??? heâs holding you tighter than anyone else ever could.
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#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers x reader#manjiro sano#ken ryuguji#chifuyu matsuno#sanzu haruchiyo#baji keisuke#mikey x reader#draken x reader#chifuyu x reader#baji x reader#sano manjiro x reader#chifuyu matsuno x reader#baji keisuke x reader#ken ryuguji x reader
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⥠ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! âĄ
katsuki loves you throughout the years.
a/n : BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx
fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33
"for you."
katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.
you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.
"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.
"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.
"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.
you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.
"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.
"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"
katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.
"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.
"mhm !"
"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.
wait till stupid deku hears about this.
valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.
besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.
katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.
it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.
you fucking liked it.
the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)
you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.
and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.
he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.
valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.
katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.
until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.
dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.
these were different. these were just for him.
his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.
"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.
and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.
and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.
he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.
the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.
and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.
and due to prior experiences and feelings heâs had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.
but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.
"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.
with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it justânot rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..
"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.
you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."
oh. fuck.
katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."
you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.
katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.
"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.
"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.
"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.
"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuckâso," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."
and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"
he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.
he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "butâfuck, i justâyou've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.
"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.
"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.
"yeah, major pain..but even still iâwhen i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."
"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."
" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.
"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.
except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.
but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.
his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."
"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'
he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"
and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'
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