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"Summer nights like this had a way of unfolding secrets. The kind of nights when the air hung heavy with pine and smoke, the moon glinting like a shy voyeur against the rippling surface of the lake. This wasnât your first time at the Washington family cabin, but it was the first time that everything felt different. No parents. No rules. And, worst of all, no escape from the fact that Josh Washington was here, and he wasnât yours."
summary: Your best friend invites you to their annual summer trip to the family cabin in the mountainsâsomething you've done before. But this year is different: no parents. After years of secretly harboring feelings for your best friendâs brother, Josh, you decide this is the perfect chance to finally confess.
tags: best friend's brother!joshua washington x f!reader, childhood crush, both josh and reader like each other but act oblivious (josh more than reader), reader is low key obsessed with josh, minor age gap, alternative universe where Hannah and Beth are still alive, some angst, p in v (protected), virginity loss (reader), kind of fluff, josh talks you through it (yummy!!), fingering (f receiving), idiots in love đ«¶đ»
/á - Ë -ăâ© tokkis note đŻ âż hey... how yall doing... the rami malek fever is so real i had to write something. so i did. 6,45k words to be more exact, teehee! i dont quite know what this is, but i had fun writing it, like it got me giggling and shit so yeah đ if you see any typos close your eyes, forget you saw anything. enjoy!
7th grade. That was when you stopped thinking of Josh Washington as just Hannahâs annoying older brother. Between the way he stayed behind after soccer practice to teach you how to kick a penalty and the smirk he threw over his shoulder, like he knew you were watching him. The first time when you actually considered Josh not being a jerk like other boys. In 9th grade, he became the hottest guy you had ever met. or maybe you just got so used to his face that you didn't want to look at other boys. Fast forward to now, you're starting college in one month, and things have changed in a way. maybe for the worstă
Ą because he's all you can think about.
âYouâre staring again.â Hannahâs voice snaps you out of your daze. Sheâs grinning, nudging your ribs as the two of you sit on the couch at the cabin. âYouâre so obvious.â You blink and turn toward her, cheeks heating. âIâI wasnât staring!â
âOh, you were,â she teases, popping a chip into her mouth. âWhat is it this time? The hair? The jawline? Or did you finally notice his arms? I mean, have you seen him chop firewood? Thatâs peak Josh.â
âHannah!â You hiss, smacking her arm. She only laughs, and you canât help but roll your eyes. But sheâs not wrong. Somewhere between your senior year of high school and now, Josh had gone from the boy who made stupid puns to the man who could take your breath away just by walking into a room. Unfortunately, it seems like he doesnât notice.
âStill no move, huh?â Hannah says, lowering her voice. âYouâre not seriously going to spend another summer in silent agony, are you?â You sigh. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHey, Josh, remember me? The girl who used to wear braces and cried when I lost my retainer? Cool. Wanna make out?ââ Hannah snorts so loudly that Beth, sitting nearby with her book, looks over with a frown. âWhat are you two laughing about now?â
âNothing,â you and Hannah say in unison, though sheâs still stifling giggles. Beth looks at you both, arching a brow. âSure,â she says, clearly unconvinced, but she doesnât push. She returns to her book, leaving you free to squirm under Hannahâs knowing gaze.
Josh doesnât stick around to witness your humiliation. Heâs already disappeared into the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge opening and the clinking of bottles is the only thing tethering you to the moment. âDo something this trip,â Hannah murmurs, leaning close so Beth doesnât overhear. âSeriously. Youâve been mooning over him since forever. And nowââ she waves a hand at the open windows, the twilight stretching wide like a stageââthis is your moment.â
âHannah, itâs not like that,â you say, but even you donât believe it. Not when your heart skips every time Josh is within ten feet of you. âItâs exactly like that,â she shoots back, voice low but insistent. âHe likes you, too, you know.â You look at her sharply. âWhat?â
âOh, donât give me that face,â Hannah says, rolling her eyes. âIâve seen the way he looks at you. Heâs just... Josh. Oblivious as hell.â
Youâre about to argue, to tell her sheâs wrong, that thereâs no way Joshua Washingtonâ carefree, clever, confident Josh, could ever see you like that. But before you can, his voice carries from the kitchen. âYou two plotting something?â Your breath hitches, and Hannah, ever the instigator, grins. âMaybe,â she calls back. Josh reappears, beer in hand, and leans against the doorway. His green eyes flick between the two of you, and for a moment, you swear they linger on you. âWell, donât blow up the cabin,â he says with a crooked smile before heading out onto the porch.
That night, the cabin settled into quiet. Beth retires early, Hannah tucked away in the room youâre sharing, and yet you canât sleep. Your thoughts swirlâimages of Joshâs hands, the way his eyes looked into yours, his voice, smooth and teasing, the way his smile felt like a hook tugging you somewhere you shouldnât want to go.
The room feels suffocating, the summer heat pressing against your skin. You slip out of bed as quietly as you can, grabbing a towel and slipping into your swimsuit. The lake isnât far. Youâve been there a hundred times before, but tonight, it feels like itâs waiting just for you. The water is cold when you first step in, but itâs a welcome relief, a shock that clears your head. You wade in deeper, letting the towel drop onto the shore, and soon, the swimsuit feels like too much. You hesitate, glancing back toward the cabin, but itâs silent and still. âJust you and the lake,â you whisper to yourself. The swimsuit peels away, and the water envelops you like a second skin. You float, staring up at the sky, letting the cool liquid carry the weight of your thoughts.
But then a voice shatters the stillness.
âDidnât take you for a midnight swimmer.â
You jolt, water sloshing as you whirl toward the shore. Josh is standing there, hands in his pockets, his head cocked in that infuriatingly casual way he always manages. âJosh!â You shriek, sinking deeper into the water. âWhat are you doing out here?â
âI could ask you the same thing,â he says, stepping closer to the waterâs edge. âCouldnât sleep?â
âSomething like that,â you mutter, your cheeks burning even as the water cools your skin. His eyes sweep over the lake, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. âYou always were full of surprises,â he says softly, almost to himself. âAre you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you joining?â you ask before you can think better of it. The question hangs in the air, bold and daring, and for a moment, you think youâve scared him off. But then he grins.
âAlright.â
You watch, half in awe, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned lines of his chest and the faint trail of scars along his ribs. He doesnât stop there, shucking off his jeans until heâs left in his boxers.
The water ripples as he drops in, and suddenly, heâs closer than you expected, the space between you charged with something you canât quite name. âThis is nice,â he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. You nod, the words caught in your throat. âDo you ever feel like...â He trails off, his gaze fixed on the horizon. âLike thereâs something just out of reach? Like you want to grab it, but youâre scared of what happens if you do?â
Your heart thuds. âAll the time.â His gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think heâs going to say somethingâsomething that will change everything. Instead, he leans back, letting himself float. âGood thing weâve got the whole summer,â he murmurs.
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or himself. But one thing is clear: youâll spend every moment of this summer trying to pull him closer.
The next morning, the cabin feels alive with the quiet rustle of summer. Birds trill in the trees, and sunlight pours through the open windows, a golden invitation to start the day. Hannah is already on the deck with a cup of coffee, scrolling on her phone when you step out. âYouâre up early,â she says, not looking up. You shrug, trying to hide how restless youâd been all night after what happened at the lake. âCouldnât sleep.â
She raises a brow but doesnât press. âJosh is down at the dock,â she says, nodding toward the lake. âProbably sulking. You know how he gets.â
You hesitate. âWhyâs he sulking?â
She snorts. âBecause the rest of the group isnât getting here until tomorrow. Youâd think one day without his entourage wouldnât kill him.â You glance toward the lake. the memory of last night. Joshâs quiet words, the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, it's still fresh in your mind. âYou should go,â Hannah says, smirking now. âCheer him up. Or stare at him some more. Whatever works.â
âHannah!â But sheâs already gone, slipping back into the cabin and leaving you with no choice but to head toward the dock.
Josh is sitting on the edge of the wooden dock, his feet dangling in the water. The air smells like cedar and the faint tang of sunscreen. for a moment, you almost turn back. But then he glances over his shoulder and sees you. âMorning,â he says, his voice softer than usual. âHey,â you say, stepping onto the dock and sitting a few feet away. For a while, neither of you speak. The lake stretches out before you, endless and still, and it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you.
âBig day ahead of us,â Josh says eventually, his tone laced with sarcasm. âYeah,â you reply, matching his smile. âSo many exciting activities. Staring at trees. Staring at water. Staring at each other.â He laughs, and the sound is warm and unexpected. âCareful. I might think youâre obsessed with me.â Your stomach flips, but you keep your voice light. âWho says Iâm not?â
Josh looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a second, you wonder if youâve said too much. But instead of teasing, his expression softens. âI donât get you sometimes,â he says quietly.
âWhat do you mean?â He shrugs, kicking at the water. âYouâre just...different. Not like everyone else.â oh boy. âGood different or bad different?â you ask, your heart in your throat. Josh doesnât answer right away. His gaze shifts to the endless forest, and when he finally speaks, his voice pangs through you.
âGood,â he says. "Definitely good.â
The rest of the day is a blur of lazy activitiesâhelping Beth organize the kitchen, listening to Hannahâs playlist on the deck, and avoiding Josh just enough to keep your heart from imploding. By sunset, the air is thick with the anticipation of the groupâs arrival tomorrow. Hannah flops onto the couch beside you, phone in hand. âSam says theyâre leaving first thing in the morning,â she says. âSo, enjoy the quiet while it lasts.â
âQuiet?â Beth calls from the kitchen, laughing. âHave you met us?â Hannah rolls her eyes. âYou know what I mean. Tomorrow itâs going to be chaos. Jess and Emily bickering, Chris and Ashley pretending theyâre not totally in love, Matt trying to keep the peace...and then thereâs Josh.â
âWhat about Josh?â You ask before you can stop yourself. Hannah gives you a look. âYou tell me.â
That night, you find yourself back at the lake, drawn by the same restless energy that kept you up the night before. You donât plan on skinny dipping againâit feels too risky with everyone aroundâbut the water calls to you anyway, soothing and eternal.
And maybe, just maybe, Josh feels the same right now.
Youâre sitting on the shore, toes dipping into the cool water when you hear footsteps behind you. âCouldnât sleep again?â You donât have to turn around to know itâs him. âI could say the same to you,â you reply, glancing back. Josh sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, and the warmth of him is enough to set your skin buzzing. âItâs weird, isnât it?â he says after a while.
âWhat is?â
âBeing back here. Without... you know. Adults. Rules.â You nod, the weight of his words settling over you. âFeels different.â
âYeah,â he says, his voice quieter now. âMakes you think about stuff.â
âLike what?â you ask, heart pounding.
Josh doesnât answer right away. Instead, he picks up a stone and skips it across the water. One, two, three perfect skips before it sinks. âLike what happens next,â he says finally. âFor all of us. Feels like everythingâs about to change.â
You donât know what to say to that. So, instead, you reach for your own stone, throwing it as hard as you can. It skips once before plunking into the water. âGuess Iâll just have to stick around and figure it out,â you say, keeping your voice light.
Josh looks at you, his eyes shadowed and searching, and for a moment, you think heâs going to say something. what you want to hear, maybe. something important. But instead, he smiles, that same lopsided grin thatâs been haunting your dreams for years. âGood,â he says.
âIâd miss you otherwise.â
The cabin feels too small the moment the others arrive. Itâs a blur of bodies, laughter, and chaos as the others spill into the space, dragging in bags, cooler boxes, and enough energy to wake the dead. Itâs not that you mind themâyouâve known most of Joshâs friends for years, but something about the way the cabin hums now feels different. The tight, intimate bubble youâd shared with Josh, Hannah, and Beth is gone, replaced by noise and the easy rhythm of their group. You feel...adrift, to say the least. And watching Josh slip seamlessly back into his role as the charismatic center of attention only makes it worse.
By the time night falls, the cabin is alive with music, the sharp pop of bottle caps, and the low buzz of conversation. You find yourself perched in a corner of the living room, a half-empty drink in hand, watching the others like a ghost at your own party.
Josh is at the center of it all, as always. Heâs standing near the couch, laughing at something Sam said, and the sound is enough to send your stomach twisting into knots. Sam, of course, is radiantâeffortlessly pretty in her cropped sweatshirt, her hair catching the light like spun gold. Sheâs animated, gesturing with her hands, and every time Josh leans closer to hear her, you feel like the room tilts off its axis. âHey,â Hannah says, sliding in next to you with a knowing look. âYou okay?â
âYeah,â you lie, taking a sip of your drink. Hannah snorts. âSubtle.â You glance at her, frowning. âWhat?â
âYou know what,â she says, tilting her head toward Josh and Sam. âSeriously, if youâre going to keep looking at him like that, you might as well do something about it.â
âIâm not looking at him,â you protest weakly. Hannah rolls her eyes. âSure. And Iâm not your best friend.â She pauses, watching you for a moment before her expression softens. âLook, youâre not exactly subtle when it comes to Josh. But for what itâs worth? I think heâs just as clueless about how he feels as you are.â Her words settle into your chest, a mix of hope and frustration, but before you can respond, Jess calls out from the other side of the room.
âHey! Whoâs up for Spin the Bottle?â You couldnât escape it, let's be honest.
You donât know how it happens, but somehow, you end up in the circle. Maybe itâs the drinking, or maybe itâs Hannah giving you a pointed nudge as everyone sits on the floor, but before you know it, youâre sandwiched between her and Ashley, your pulse pounding in your ears. Josh is directly across from you, his green eyes bright in the firelight. Sam is to his left, Jess to his right, and the knot in your stomach tightens. âOkay, ground rules,â Jess says, grinning wickedly. âNo chickening out. You spin, you kiss. Period.â
Thereâs a chorus of laughter and a few groans, but no one protests. Chris goes first, spinning the bottle with dramatic flair. It lands on Ashley, who blushes furiously but leans in to kiss him. The group erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, and you canât help but smile despite yourself.
One by one, the bottle makes its rounds. Jess and Emily kiss, Matt kisses Ashley despite him protesting, and eventually, itâs Joshâs turn. He spins the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist, the glass neck twirling endlessly before it slows, stops, and lands on Sam.
Your stomach drops.
âOh, come on,â Jess says, clapping her hands. âThis is gonna be good.â Josh raises an eyebrow, glancing at Sam. She shrugs, smiling, and leans forward.
You canât look away.
Their lips meet in a brief, playful kissânothing dramatic, nothing earth-shattering. but itâs enough. Enough to make your chest ache, your fingers tighten around the drink in your hand. When they pull apart, everyone cheers again, and Josh laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. âYour turn,â he says, handing the bottle to Sam. But you donât care. Youâre too busy swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to ignore the way your vision blurs at the edges.
Later, when the game ends and the group begins to disperse, you slip outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the suffocating cabin. The lake stretches out before you, dark and endless, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe.
âYou okay?â The voice startles you, and you turn to see Josh standing there, hands in his pockets. âIâm fine,â you say quickly, brushing at your eyes. He frowns, stepping closer. âYou sure? You looked kind of...I donât know, off.â You force a laugh, crossing your arms. âIâm fine, Josh. Really.â For a moment, he just looks at you, his brow furrowed like heâs trying to figure out a puzzle.
âYouâre a terrible liar,â he says softly. The words hit harder than they should, and before you can stop yourself, you snap. âWhat do you want me to say, Josh? That I didnât love watching you kiss Sam? That it didnât suck seeing you two all cozy earlier?â His eyes widen, caught off guard, and for a second, you regret everything. But then his expression shiftsâsomething softer, something almost...guilty.
âI didnât...â He trails off, running a hand through his hair. âI wasnât trying to...â You shake your head, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. âForget it. Itâs not your fault.â Josh hesitates, like heâs weighing his next words carefully. âI wasnât trying to hurt you,â he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
You glance at him, your heart aching at the look in his eyesâconflicted, searching. âI know,â you say quietly. âItâs fine. Really.â But itâs not fine. And as you turn back toward the cabin, leaving Josh standing by the lake, you canât help but wonder if this summer is going to break you before itâs over.
The sun hung low in the sky, painting the cabin in hues of orange and gold. The group was scatteredâJess and Emily were bickering over sunscreen, Chris and Ashley were curled up on the deck talking in low tones, and Sam was by the lake with Hannah, skipping stones. It was all too perfect, too idyllic, except for the hollow ache in your chest.
Josh had been avoiding you all day.
It wasnât like he was being obvious about itâJosh had a knack for slipping into conversations, filling the room with his sharp wit and charm like nothing was wrong. But you felt it. In the way his eyes would dart past you when you entered a room, the way his laugh seemed just a little louder when you werenât around.
And maybe you were just as bad, lurking in the corners, pretending not to notice how often he touched Samâs arm when they talked.
Written across your heart was all of your will to make him seeâmake him realize there was no in-between. There was either you and him, or the hollow echo of âIâm so sorry for your loss.â And wasnât that what it felt like already? Like mourning something that never got the chance to live?
But it was his fault, wasnât it?
For making you want him so much that your heart bled angel tears. For teaching your lips to sing sweet once-upon-a-times about a boy who was all sharp edges and hidden softness, who didnât realize how much space he took up in your world.
By late afternoon, you found yourself back at the lake. It had become your refuge, the only place where you could breathe without the weight of Joshâs absence pressing against your ribs. Your toes skimmed the waterâs edge, the cool ripples kissing your skin. You werenât thinking about anything in particularâjust the endless horizon, the way the light danced on the surface of the lake. But then a voice broke through your thoughts.
âYou hiding out here now?â You didnât have to turn around to know it was him. Again.
âMaybe I am,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended. Josh sighed, stepping closer. You could feel the heat of him at your back, the way his presence wrapped around you even when you didnât want it to. âLook,â he said finally, his voice softer. âAbout the other night...â You turned to face him, cutting him off. âItâs fine, Josh. You donât owe me an explanation.â
âYes, I do.â His eyesâthose endless green eyesâsearched yours, his expression uncharacteristically serious. âNo, you donât,â you said, forcing a smile. âWeâre friends. Thatâs all weâve ever been, right?â
Josh flinched, like the word âfriendsâ was a physical blow. âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he said quietly. For a moment, you believed. But then you shook your head, stepping away. âYou didnât, Josh,â you said. âIâm fine.â
That night, the group decided to make a bonfire by the lake. The air was thick with laughter, the sharp scent of burning wood mingling with the sweetness of roasted marshmallows.
You sat with Hannah and Beth, listening as Chris tried to tell a ghost story that kept getting interrupted by Jessâs sarcastic commentary. Josh was across the fire, sitting next to Sam. He wasnât touching her, wasnât even looking at her, but it didnât matter.
Your hair cascaded like Niagara under the firelight, your lips so softâeven if he had never felt them under his. Josh couldnât stop looking at you. Your eyes glowed like an eternity, and your voiceâwhen you laughed at something - it was the only antidote heâd ever had for all those sleepless nights.
He didnât know how to fix this.
Didnât know how to reach across the chasm that had opened between you since that stupid game of Spin the Bottle. And maybe it was selfishâmaybe it was cruelâbut he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. Like he was something worth believing in.
The fire burned low as the group began to drift off, one by one. Eventually, it was just you and Josh, the silence between you heavy and unspoken. âShouldnât you be with Sam?â you asked, your tone biting. Josh frowned. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing,â you said quickly, standing. âIâm going to bed.â But before you could leave, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. âWait,â he said, his voice urgent. You froze, refusing to look at him. âCan we justââ He hesitated, his grip loosening. âCan we talk?â You pulled away, your chest tightening. âNot tonight, Josh.â He didnât stop you this time, and as you walked back to the cabin, you felt the weight of his gaze on your back.
Neither of you slept that night.
The stars were muted behind a veil of clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain. The cabin was quieter now. Days of forced smiles and lingering silences had worn you thin, and tonight, you found yourself outside again, pacing the gravel path that led to the lake.
You didnât mean to cry.
It started as an ache in your chest, spreading to your throat until the tears came unbidden, hot, and relentless. You wiped at them furiously, hating the way they betrayed you, but the anger only made it worse.
How could he be so blind?
You heard footsteps behind you, familiar and deliberate. You didnât need to turn around to know it was Josh. âGo away,â you said, your voice raw.
He didnât.
âHey,â he said softly, his tone careful, like he was afraid youâd shatter if he spoke too loud. âWhatâs wrong?â You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. âYou really have to ask?â Josh shifted, running a hand through his hair. âLook, if this is aboutââ
âItâs not about Sam!â you snapped, whirling to face him. âItâs about you, Josh. Itâs always about you.â His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his green eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â You threw your hands up, frustration spilling over. âDo you know what itâs like? To feel like youâre screaming into the void, hoping, praying, that someone will hear you? To love someone so much that it hurts, only for them to act like you donât even exist?â Joshâs expression shifted, the confusion replaced by something deeper, something raw.
âIââ
âYou donât get it,â you interrupted, your voice breaking. âYou never have. And maybe thatâs my fault. Maybe I shouldâve said something years ago, but I didnât, and now... now I canât even look at you without feeling like Iâm suffocating.â The tears came harder now, and you didnât bother to stop them. Josh took a step closer, his jaw tight, but he didnât speak. âSay something,â you demanded, your voice trembling. âAnything.â
He didnât.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âOf course,â you said, turning away. âWhy did I even expectââ But before you could take another step, his hand caught your arm, spinning you back toward him.
And then he kissed you.
It wasnât soft.
It was desperate, messy, like he was trying to say all the words he couldnât find through the press of his lips. His hands cradled your face, grounding you even as the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet. For a moment, you froze, too stunned to move. But then your hands found his shirt, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âIâm sorry I didnât see it sooner. Iâm sorry I made you feel like this.â Your chest ached, the anger draining from your body as quickly as it had come. âJosh,â you started, but he cut you off, his green eyes locking onto yours. âI donât deserve you,â he said, his voice cracking. âI know I donât. But youâre all I think about. You always have been.â The words broke something in you, and the tears came again, but this time, they werenât born of anger or frustration. âThen why didnât you say anything?â you asked, your voice trembling. âBecause Iâm a coward,â he admitted, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. âBecause Iâm an idiot who didnât realize what he had until he almost lost it.â You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest.
âI donât want to lose you,â he said, his hands still framing your face. âI canât.â You didnât trust yourself to speak, so you did the only thing you could: you kissed him.
This time, it was softer, slower, filled with all the things you couldnât put into words. And when you pulled back, his lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. âDoes this mean youâll stop avoiding me?â you asked, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and tears. Josh chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âYou'll start wishing I would."
The first low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as you and Josh lingered, the sound so faint at first that you barely noticed it. But then it came again, louder this time, accompanied by a flash of light on the horizon, pulling you both from your kiss. You glanced up at the clouds gathering above, your chest tightening. Josh followed your gaze, a grin tugging at his lips. âYou afraid of a little rain?â Before you could respond, the heavens opened up. The rain came in a sudden, torrential downpour, drenching you both in seconds. You yelped, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes as Josh let out a startled laugh. âCome on!â he shouted over the sound of the rain, grabbing your hand.
He led you up the path, past the cabin and deeper into the woods where a small gazebo stood, tucked beneath a canopy of trees. The structure was simple but charming, with its whitewashed beams and ivy creeping up the sides. Inside was a weathered but cozy couch, draped with soft blankets that someoneâHannah, probablyâhad left there.
You stumbled under the shelter just as another crack of thunder split the sky. The sound was deafening, but you couldnât help laughing as you leaned against one of the beams, rainwater dripping from your hair and clothes. Josh stood across from you, his hands on his hips, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made your heart race all over again. His hair was a mess, dark strands sticking to his forehead, and yet he looked unfairly goodâsmiling at you like this was the best night of his life.
âWell,â he said, shaking water from his hair, âso much for staying dry.â You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. âYou think?â He stepped closer, his grin softening into something warmer. âHere.â He reached for one of the blankets on the couch, shaking it out before draping it over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your arms as he adjusted it, and you shivered, though it wasnât from the rain. âThanks,â you murmured, your voice quieter now.
Josh sat beside you on the couch, his arm resting along the back as he leaned into the cushions. The rain pattered against the roof of the gazebo, a rhythmic hum that filled the silence between you. âYou know,â he said after a moment, his voice low, âI kind of like this.â You glanced at him, eyebrows raised. âGetting caught in a thunderstorm?â
âNo,â he said, chuckling. âBeing here. With you.â You looked away, focusing on the rain streaking down the gazeboâs wooden beams. âJosh...â âHey,â he said, his voice softer now. You felt his hand brush against yours, tentative, like he was testing the waters. âLook at me.â You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. The rain softened the world around you, muting everything except the warmth in his gaze.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was just the two of you, sitting close on that old couch, the rain falling like a curtain around the gazebo. You could feel it, that familiar warmth creeping up within you, curling in your stomach every time Josh was near. Your heart thuds as his rough palm drags itself up your exposed thigh. Before you could stop yourself, the words rushed out of your mouth. âIâm a virgin!â Your face flushed a deep crimson as soon as the words left your lips, and you immediately covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.
Josh froze for a beat, his hand still resting on your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you, but you didnât dare look up. And then, to your surprise, you heard him laugh softly, the sound low and warm. âWait... really?â he asked, his voice filled with amusement but also something softer, something affectionate.
You peeked up at him, still hiding half of your face behind your hands, the flush on your cheeks deepening. âYeah, really,â you mumbled, not sure whether you were embarrassed or relieved to finally say it out loud. Joshâs grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned a little closer. âI gotta admit, thatâs a little... surprising.â He paused, his tone teasing but gentle. âBut, hey, no rushing." Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being your first. You nodded, your eyes searching his face, still unsure whether to be embarrassed or... maybe a little proud?
His hand gently moved from your thigh to rest on your knee, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, reassuring circles. âDonât be embarrassed,â he said quietly, his voice soft. âI'm not trying anything unless you want to.â You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and found only kindness thereâ no teasing, no judgment, just understanding. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier. "I do want to... you know.." The words won't come out. âStill,â you muttered, âitâs... kind of awkward, donât you think?â Josh chuckled, that warm smile never leaving his face. âDon't think soâ he said, his voice low and serious now, âif youâre gonna share something like that with anyone, Iâm glad it could be me."
You nod, scooting closer to him, palms now flush on his chest. his eyes scan your every inch, and you try to look away, but he captures your lips into another kiss. his lips trail down to your neck with a low "can I?" And you hum, trying your best to stay quiet as you get used to the feeling.
in no time, you're under him, both entangled, half naked and out of breath. he finally pulls off your panties, tossing them to the floor as he spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers, and god, you looked so erotic, all shying away as he loomed over, fingers playing with your pussy. "You ever torched yourself like this before?" You nod bottom lip captive between your teeth. "J-just a little..." Oh, god. "You're so beautiful, fuckă
Ą" And he's already losing his mind. Nights of fantasizing couldnât have prepared him for this.
placing his palm behind your knee, he lifts up your legs, laying light pecks onto the plush of your thighs, thumb now tracing down to your puffy clit. Josh starts slowly, swirling his finger and still kissing your soft flesh. "Thank you for letting me do this." tracing the entrace with his index, he pushes his finger slow and deep inside, and you arch against him. this was it. he was where all of his dreams led him to. you looked like something straight out of a 80's porno. cunningly, josh moved his finger, and before you knew it he added another one. you squeezed perfectly around his digits, the sounds you and your pussy made driving him to the brink. "You hear that?" he asks, curling up his fingers, the wet sounds amplifying. "don't think I've ever had a pussy this wet before..." you whimper ans wrigle under his hold. "Josh.."
"What? It's the truth." he chuckles, speed picking up, his other hand now flush to your lower belly. "Want you to come. Can you do that for me?" he looks up, doe eyes searching for yours, and you can already feel your body convulsing. it didn't take long for you to finally give in and gift him what he asked for, coming just from his fingers. the way you thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them, soft pleads dripping from your lips like honeyă
Ą he was done for. you were embarrassed, to say the least, hiding your face into his shirt he had taken off long ago. "Stop that, heyă
Ą look at me, baby." Baby. did you just come again? "You did great. so good." he leans in over you, pressing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. "Do you wanna keep going?" and you say the most eager 'yes' known to man. "i got you." he smiles, eyes tracing every curve of your body. he takes off his pants along with hus briefs, letting his shaft spring free, small pearls of precum already gathered at the tip.
your eyes opened. what the fuck? is that normal? you knew your first would hurt, but seeing what Josh had going on for him you knew it would be the most painful experience for you yet. "Don't worry. I'll go slow." he stumbles a bit back, grabbing a hold of his trousers, palming his pockets before he mutters a soft 'there we go.' and takes out a shiny wrapperă
Ą a condom. the opens it and carefully takes it out, lining it with the tip of his aching cock. "If you ever wanna stopă
Ą" he start, whilst rolling the condom down his length. "Tell me. Yeah?" you nod.
taking his length into his fist, Josh pumps it a few times before he aligns it with your entrance that trickled with juices. he lets it slip in, and your eyes close as tears threaten to fall. you claw at his back, but Josh kisses you as he slides in some more, your walla wrapping perfectly around himă
Ą just like it was meant to be. "It's okay, you're okay, baby."
after going in the last couple of inches, he starts to move, gently holding down onto your waist as he lets you adjust. "Doing so food for me."
just a few strokes after he feels you wrapping your legs around his hips, urging him deeper. "Please.." You plead, the sweetest sounds escaping your plump and swollen lips, and he swears he could come just by that. "Fuck, yeah, okayă
Ą" he groans, with the way your teary eyes stared up at him. He starts to move his hips, harder, deeper, each sound you made an encouragement. His palms make his way under your back, pulling you up, almost to sit on his lap. He fucks up into you, your arms lazily draped over his flexed shoulders whilst his lips kiss soft blooms onto your chest. you clench around him. "J-Josh..." he shakes his head, laughing as his fingers dig deep into your flesh where you know bruises will appear later. "Don'tă
Ą ha, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." whines slip past your lips as his speed picks up. "Shit, shită
Ą" he pulls you closer, lips now stuck to your neck like a locket. "Y-you gonna come?" he prys. "Mhm.." you squeal as your eyes roll back. "Go ahead, for me." that's all it took. you come once again, nimbly wrapping around josh like a vine, walls squeezing him so tight. your mind goes blank, only soft moans gripping your throat as Josh pumps into you, finally releasing inside of the condom with a few thrusts.
you both breathe heavily, hearts beating in a sing-song, as you come down from your high. realization sets in as you meet each other's gaze. it was real. it really just happened.
"You okay?" he leans in, pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips. "Yeah... How okay can one be after having sex for the first time..?" and he laughs, playing with the strands of your hair. "Thank god for the rain covering the sound. You were super loud just thenă
Ą"
"Josh!"
#josh washington#josh washington smut#josh washington x reader#josh washington x you#joshua washington#until dawn#until dawn fanfics#rami malek#rami malek x reader
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matt sturniolo x ice skater!fem!reader
đ àŁȘË àœàœČàœàŸ You and Matt have a love-hate relationship... too bad that you have to see each other almost every day, since you are his little sister's coach.
warning: a little angst(?), matt is a little asshole, bestfriends to enemies to lovers trope.
a/n: this was really quick but i hope you like it ;) i think im gonna make this a series idk chat; english its not my first language!!! sorry for the mistakes.
Matt parked the car and turned off the radio, he sighed and looked in the rearview mirror where his little sister, Rosie, had fallen asleep on the way to her ice skating practice. Her head was resting on her jacket, she made a 'pillow' by wrapped the jacket between the door and her shoulder. Matt couldn't help but smile a little.
She started ice skating a few months ago and was amazed. She was always very excited to get to her practices and whenever they finished she would get sad. And the reason for that, was you.
Rosie loved spending time with you and always paying attention to you with her big, blue and curious eyes. And she always repeated how pretty you were to his parents and brothers.
Matt, specifically, knew who you were for many years. You were best friends in elementary school until mid-high school, and you guys stopped talking because he became 'too popular' to be spending time with you, his words. Then a year later, the YouTube channel with his brothers, Chris and Nick, blew up and none of you knew about each other until Rosie, for her 10th birthday, begged her parents to sign her up for Ice Skating classes.
And here you were, seeing each other every day...
Matt always treating you dry and never avoiding rolling his eyes every time you spoke. And you, just wanting to punch him in the face and never see him again.
While Matt was a total asshole with you. Rosie was the total opposite.
"Rosie... bub, we are here." Matt moved her knee gently to wake her up.
"mmhm" She muttered opening her eyes and then rubbing them. Matt got out of the car and walked to her door to get her bag and help her get out of the car.
Once that was done, and Rosie couldn't contain her excitement to seeing you. Running and jumping while Matt almost fell with the pink bag.
When you guys enter to the rink, the little girl screamed with joy when she saw you. Matt made a face and you did too, but that was gone when she hugged your legs.
"Alright alright, someone its excited" You said while laughing at the little girl excitement.
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Two hours had already passed and Matt was already getting tired of listening to you repeat the same thing over and over again. Once you did for final the class, Matt almost shouted hallelujah to the ceiling. He was getting tired.
And so were you, his annoying and exaggerated sighs for you to hear, every time you looked at him and he rolled his eyes... making sure you knew he was pissed. You couldn't give a big fuck, but it was the same in all the classes he brought Rosie.
And you were getting tired of his attitude.
When the girls went to one side of the blichers to untie their shoes. You took the opportunity to go straight to Matt.
When he saw you approaching him, he couldn't help but smirk a little.
"If this is too boring for you, I think is better for you to stop bringing Rosie. You are really distracting." You said while crossing your arma on your chest.
"Maybe you shouldn't be looking at me all the time and start paying more attention to your students. Some of them really need to perfect some skills" He said with a cocky smirk that almost made you throw up.
Before you could respond, Rosie approached with her shoes in her hand. Basically screaming with her eyes without saying anything to one of you guys to help her change her shows.
"I'll do it" Murmured to kneel and help his little sister.
You just roll your eyes in annoyed without Rosie to see.
Hoping that tomorrow it would be her parents who brought Rosie and not Matt.
sorry if this a completely shit.
btw the filter of the photos i got it from this beauty @sirenedeslily đ«¶đŒ
let me know if you want more parts :P or more introductions of the characters <3
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layla's relationship with jordan is just so interesting. When they were younger, she was liv's best friend. liv and jordan were also best friends. and layla pretended like jordan was just some annoying guy that hung around. sometimes, that was truly what she thought. most of the time, he was her best friend's brother. and on other occasions, he was one of her closest friends.
he was probably her first crush, but in a way that was never discussed because he was eww a boyyy and liv's brother. she'd secretly be glad when he showed up, while making a show of how annoyed she was that he was interfering with their time.
she would make an excuse when her head turned looking for him as they got older, and he stopped hanging around as much. she'd roll her eyes when he was around, though secretly enjoyed it. and around the same time that it seemed clear that jordan was interested in everyone but her, she thought asher and her made more sense.
and jordan became someone she sometimes hung out with in a large group who messed around with anyone but her. their easy intimacy never disappeared, but layla's feelings did. she never fully addressed or admitted to them, even to herself, and she felt that could never happen anyway. asher was her boyfriend. and then spencer arrived, and she was immediately interested in a way she hadn't been with asher in a long time. she felt disconnected from him, and spencer brought back a spark she hadn't felt since her mom died.
jordan was no longer a focus, was barely considered a friend, and he was still her best friend's brother. but for all her work reconnecting with liv, she never tried with jordan because, well, they were never friends in the first place. a lie she got very, very good at telling herself.
until he did become her best friend. until it was him she was turning to in her darkest moments. it was him that brought her relief, and it was him that she fell in love with but, once again, could not admit to. he was her best friend this time, though. he wasn't just a person hanging around. he wasn't just liv's twin brother. he was her person. and once she admitted that to herself, the rest was over. he was never going to be anything less, and she would not lie to him about her feelings for him after that. she needed to protect herself. he had walls he still needed to break down to get to all of her, but once he had, he had all of her, and he will for the rest of their lives.
#everyone was aware except for layla that jordan was in love with her and wanted to be with her for their entire lives#and no one had that same awareness with layla because she was very good at playing it off and convincing herself it wasn't there#he wasn't the person that was right for her and that became clear to her in middle school#but that changed and he became her best friend again#and during that time she fell in love with him!! but he was with simone and that was something she wouldn't come between#and now they're married ! because once she admitted that she loved him there was never going to be another outcome#it hasn't always been him but it also has do you get that#she won't rewrite history or pretend she was always wishing for them to be together because there was a long stretch when she wasn't#but he's always been more important to her than she was able to say until she COULD say it until she could say you're the most important#person in my life and i can't lose that#anyway they're meant to be fr soulmates fr and everyone can see that too#(spencer + liv + asher still responsible for the way they treated her tho xoxo)#muse: layla keating#meta: layla keating#dyn: lean into love (layla x jordan)
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You know sometimes I think that the reason I stopped being on the sokai ship online is that the reasons why I think the ship is nice are so separate and different from how I see most people interpreting the characters and wanting the ship to be that it just loses all appeal to me.
#it's about vulnerability and peace to me okay#It's about sora being unwilling to leave kairi behind where she is a bit slower than the rest of the group#it's something I could absolutely project headcanons on disability on#it's about kairi signifying home and peace and stability#where sora's world became incredibly chaotic#it's about being accepted as who you are not what you can or cannot do#and sora being appreciated because of who he is beyond the keyblade#and kairi's life being valued even if she is not a big strong warrior#it's about the drama of kairi clinging to a past sora desperately wants to have again but cannot go back to#and kairi having the POTENTIAL to relate to that struggle due to her own past#it's about both having the experience of being left behind#and both being kind at heart and clinging to normalcy where they can#it's about being selfish about it too and not recognizing the ways in which the other grew#stubbornly clinging to the way they knew each other because the leap of change is scary albeit necessary in the long run#and stepping on each other's toes because of this because they don't recognize their goals and personalities shifted#that's what's yummy to me#whereas with soriku I am very aligned to fandom interpretation hence why I am waaay more intense about it here#but yeah I... don't want kairi to be a super goddess girlboss that saves sora that's not why she is appealing to me#as someone who struggles with not shining for skills and being left behind I treasure the fact that she is narratively important#and treasured by her friends - but still not super OP and the best of the best and a perfect flawless problem solver and hero#I enjoy that she is weaker and her best friend would STILL risk it all to see her safe - she is not disposable or an afterthought#and she matters because of who she is and the friendship she brings not because of what she can bring to the team of keyblade wielders#i need to find a tag for personal updates
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no actually. Can I be honest for a second. I know I said I wasn't gonna talk about it anymore but idgaf
#AGAIN detransitioning is absolutely okay!!! i have absolutely nothing against that. it's totally fine that you figured out that simply#didn't work for you#i NEED to make it clear there's nothing wrong w detransition#the thing that makes me feel so uneasy about this specific case is that she told us she was doing it BECAUSE she became#a christian again#not becasue she simply figured herself out. but i don't know what's going on inside her brain maybe she did i have no idea#but the way she said just#made me feel like she now thinks being queer is a 'sin' again#and also she was one of the only people i could talk about my dysphoria with#and it hurts. it fucking hurts man#i feel so alone and like i will never be able to escape my past with this religion that i want nothing to do with anymore#i respect my friends and their beliefs. im not asking them to change them#it's just that. im afraid of being The Queer One#and that they only pretend to accept me#i know its not the case for all of them. one of them is my childhood best friend and she supports me wholeheartedly#so does this other friend that i think is the only other non-christian here. even though he doesn't fully understand it#he's still supportive#it's not like they're all awful or something. No! theyre my friends and i love them!#i just feel. alone yknow. about this specifically#and afraid#Anyway Rant Over#lennie.personal#negative
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Why did my brain randomly dump story lore on me. Do you really want me to make a sad one piece ripoff
#it was basically about this girl who had a little brother and her dad dies in the future and she used a memory she had to manipulate time#or something#to talk to her dad but she was too nervous she started shaking the boat a lot and the enemies came on#her dad was a slow fighter because he was confident about being the strongest#he got killed before he could use a syringe or something and then the enemy kills him#the girl knew the enemy was coming and they only got a split second longer#the enemy didn't want to kill the kids despite the enemies pets wanting to eat them#and left them to die on the ship#they sailed away i guess and went to this world and met a baby who was obsessed with them#and the baby grew up like idk three years. and kept trying to hangout with them#and they are like 'i lost my brother and father once i won't do it again'#basically the ''''one piece'''' is a journey of bringing her dad back#which was just me venting about how i miss my dad a lot#the baby became named Cadence Persistent of the Sea and went back home to see the MCs parents#and Cadence owns a dinosaur my childhood fav BTW#the girl MC is about 30 but she's stuck in her brain or something and she's a kid so her brother doesn't die#bc he does die like the dad but for some reason the enemy didn't kill him too#even tho she was canonically 31 in my dream i might change it bc she generally acts childish#(she IS her child self so i could twist this to be her also '''' regressing '''' back into it)#i would 100% try to put my faith in here somehow. Cadence becomes a nun and her Dinosaur is still her best friend and she's a boss that#never marries#who knew it was that easy to pump out lore i got a huge chunk of it after sleeping this is awesome
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pov: you are leon and your best friend just found out about you and his sister
#oc: emery marlowe#oc: faye marlowe#x: faye x leon#they became an item not to long during and after raccoon đ„âšđ€Ą#i was looking at my brother playing and i realized with the remake i can talk about this and them again skzjjzhx#he was like he heard a voice in the background of his call with leon before spain it SOUNDED familiar but was like eh itâs his imagination#she was asking him about if he packed or not sjzjxjhx she was still thinking they were going to get married that weekend đ„âšđ€Ą WRONG#i dont think they got married until ? after 4? maybe after six? im not sure?#and THEN leon (đ€Ą) forgot he had his engagement ring on and emery NOTICES and is like hmmmm inch resting right#and leon had to give an excuse of like OH THEIR NAME IS LIKE FLORENCE sjzjzhhx#bc heâs like heâs gonna have my hind end I can feel it u know aksjzhh#and then sheâs with ada right emerys beloved and i think she kisses him before she leaves and leo forgets heâs there bc hehe pretty wifey#and leon is looking at him like đ„âšđ IM GONNA KILL YOU LEEEEONNN#*emery is looking at leon skzjzhzh#but is also like đ„âšđ„č bc itâs his best friend and his sister#leg.txt#leg.ocs#older brother mode ACTIVATED ig ajsjzhzh#i changed the images bc i liked these better skzjzhhx#but emergy has no room to make excuses for not being in touch with his sister given he has been ghosting her since â98 đ„âšđ€Ą#he WOULD have known if he called his sister the moment he could but NOO he said he âforgotâ when in reality he thought it was safer if she#thought he was dead? unbeknownst to him she was an agent and a coworker of his beloved ada đ„âšđ”âđ«
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Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.
Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.
Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.
Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.
Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.
A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.
Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.
The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.
Some notes:
It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.
It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.
Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?
Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.
This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.
Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.
Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.
Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.
Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?
I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.
Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.
#dc x dp#villain!everlasting trio#dcxdp#villain danny phantom#teen villain alliance#c: danny fenton#c: sam manson#c: tucker foley#c: jazz fenton#c: kyd wyckyd#c: klarion the witch boy#c: batfamily#c: damien wayne#they don't have an agenda like most villain team ups#they're there to support each other commit crimes and play pranks on the justice losers#dp x dc#dp crossover#dc crossover
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#happened to wake up at 4am and my first thoughts are of our fight#and my mind starts to play out him ending our friendship like some kind of intrusive thought#and just the idea of him leaving me is enough to damn near send me into hysterics#my chest is tight and my throat hurts and Iâm pushing back the tears#we havenât even gotten to that point yet and we may or may not ever get to that moment#and yet Iâm having this horribly visceral reaction#I just had a breakdown like two days ago for other reasons so why am about to break again#is it the shame and the guilt making me think like this?#all I want is to go back to sleep but my body wants to turn into a wreck#I somehow turned into my mother and thatâs killing me too#I watched her make these same stupid mistakes in real time and I made so much fun of her back then#and now Iâm ashamed because I just became another version of her doing the same stupid shit#I knew better from the beginning but I let things happen anyway#maybe because I was desperately lonely or bored or some other third thing at the time#and now I just feel so foolish because look what itâs all turned into#sometimes I wish heâd never come into my life at all because look at how heâs changed me and fucked me up#but Iâm stuck so deep now because heâs everything to me#heâs my best friend and he knows so much about me and heâs entrenched himself into my life#Iâm just so tired of shit like this happening#Iâve learned enough lessons to last a lifetime#when can I have something real that can actually be mine?#Iâm tired of going through this#Iâm tired of pain and longing and sorrow and depression and anxiety and stress#Iâm tired of all of it#sometimes I wish I were just dead instead of stuck dealing with this shit all the time#I guess if he left I wouldnât have to keep guarding this stupid secret so closely#Iâd be free in a sense and could just open up and tell whoever and get my closure in that way#itâs going to be a very long day it would seem#personal
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đ€give up heaven: sunghoon
pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 10.6k
synopsis: when you run into your best friend's ex-boyfriend at your favorite coffee shop thinking it was just a coincidence until seeing him became a daily thing. You can't get him out of your head and start to feel guilty at the very thought of him and things take a turn when he starts making advances towards you.
genre: hockey player!hoon with small mentions of figure skater!hoon, ex-bestfriend bf!hoon, hoon's ex-girlfriend best friend, friends to lovers, slight smut.
warnings: swearing, implied sex, make-out session, fingering, jerking off, verbal fight between reader, the ex, and sunghoon, MINORS DNI. lmk if i've missed anything!
You tried to avert your eyes when you saw him walk into the coffee shop. Pulling the scarf around your neck up higher and turning your face in the opposite direction.Â
His voice echoed throughout the small shop, ordering his regular drink. Why do you still remember how he liked his coffee?
You slowly glanced up, his back was facing towards you, his hand reaching for his wallet from the back pocket of his blue jeans.Â
After paying, he stepped back from the counter. You quickly turned your head away again, praying he didnât see you or would even notice you.Â
âY/N?âÂ
Well, shit.
There's no point in hiding now. You slowly lifted your head, seeing the soft smile on his face as he slightly leaned to the side to get a look at your face, âIt really is you.âÂ
You awkwardly smile, âYes, itâs me.âÂ
Get your shit together, Y/N, come on.
He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped short when his name was called, âSunghoon! Your iced coffee is ready!âÂ
âBe right back,â his knuckles tapped on the table, his smile growing.Â
You carefully watched as he got his coffee and made his way back to your table, pulling the chair across from you out and seating himself.Â
âHow have you been?â he asked excitedly, his long fingers wrapping around his coffee, taking a small sip, âItâs been what? A year?âÂ
You nodded, wrapping your fingers around your warm coffee, âI see you still drink iced coffee even during the winter, some things never change huh?âÂ
Sunghoon softly chuckled, his smile just growing brighter and wider, his natural fangs peeking from his lips, âEveryone knows iced coffee is superior,â he leaned his elbows onto the table, âYour hair is longer, it looks good. You look good.âÂ
You smiled, âThank you, you look really good as well, Sunghoon.âÂ
Sunghoon gave you a soft smirk and flexed his arms, âWhy thank you! Been working out a lot lately.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your coffee, âYou really havenât changed.âÂ
His laugh was enough to make you laugh as well, the corners of your lips curving upwards no matter how hard you tried to push it down.Â
It felt like old times.Â
Speaking about old timesâŠ
His smile finally faded, the happy expression he once had was also gone, his face relaxing into a kinda of sad softness.Â
His voice trembled, âHow is uhhâŠhow is she?â his eyes darted to the corner of the table.Â
OhâŠheâs still in love with her.
Your lips thinned into a line, trying to figure out what information was appropriate to give out.Â
âSheâs really good.â it wasnât a total lie.Â
Sunghoon nodded, the corner of his lips barely curling, âThatâs⊠umâŠthatâs good then. Iâm glad sheâs doing well.âÂ
It broke your heart that he couldnât even say your best friend's name. It must still hurt even after a year.Â
Sunghoon dated your best friend for almost three years. You remember when the two of you first met him at your college's hockey game.Â
He bumped into the two of you, spilling his soda all down your best friend's outfit. Oh, man was she pissed. It didnât take Sunghoon long to convince her to let him make it up to her.Â
After that, they were inseparable.Â
Sunghoon was a part of the hockey team, but due to a leg injury, he had to sit out until he was completely healed. But that didnât stop him from attending every hockey game to support his teammates. He even dragged your best friend along with him. Which eventually led you to tag along as well.Â
The three of you became that trio that was inseparable. A package deal. If you saw one of us, the other two were sure to be right behind.Â
Everything was perfect until it wasnât. Their relationship got toxic. They fought more than normally and on hangout days, either your best friend was missing, or Sunghoon was missing. Nothing felt right and the air between your friend group grew thick. Hard to breathe.Â
Sunghoon eventually stopped talking to you, and then they broke up. Your best friend stopped hanging around you and slowly stopped speaking to you as well. You figured it was due to the heartbreak, that she just needed her space. You didnât think it would lead to your friendship slowly becoming nonexistent.Â
You two werenât exactly best friends anymore, but after she healed from the breakup, she came back around. It just wasnât the same as before Sunghoon came into the picture.Â
You two still barely talk, and barely see each other, but still kept that contact and hung out when you could.Â
You never understood why she pushed you away, but the heart does crazy things when itâs hurting.Â
And you havenât seen Sunghoon since a couple of months before the breakup, until today. A little over a year later.Â
âWell,â Sunghoonâs voice brought you out of your deep thoughts, âI have to get going, need to catch practice.âÂ
Your eyebrows raised, âYouâre playing still?âÂ
Sunghoonâs doctor finally cleared him to get back on the ice after almost a year of being off it, but due to the team setup they had at that time, he wasnât able to fully rejoin the team again until around the time of the breakup. He was able to practice and attend the games as a sub if needed, but it was enough for him to keep his mind busy for a little bit.Â
Youâve secretly kept up with the scores of the hockey team, knowing Sunghoon was back on the team officially. But after a while you quit. Clearing Sunghoon from your life completely.Â
Sunghoon nodded, âHell yeah Iâm still playing, who do you think I am?â he teased, standing up from the table, âBut, I am actually not going to hockey practice.âÂ
The surprise must have shown on your face because Sunghoon was giggling like a child at your confusion, âI joined an ice skating team as a figure skater.âÂ
You sat up straighter in your chair, âSince when?!â
âSinceâŠwell.â He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, it was all you needed to know.Â
Being a sub on the hockey team eventually wasnât enough for Sunghoon to keep his brain busy after the breakup. Until he was officially able to play again, he needed another distraction. Come to find out he loved figure skating as much as hockey, deciding even after being fully back on the hockey team, he kept up with figure skating as well.Â
You slowly nodded, âI am really glad youâre doing well for yourself, Sunghoon.âÂ
He softly nodded back, âThank you, Y/N. I have to get going, the ice is calling my name.â
You waved at him as he walked to the entrance, him turning back around as his back touched the doors, âIt was nice seeing you!âÂ
You agreed.Â
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Your best friend sighed as another customer walked into the smoothie shop, holding up her index finger towards you as she walked away and up to the register, taking the customer's order.Â
You leaned against the counter, moving the seat back and forth with your hips like a child.Â
âOkay,â she said, returning to you after the customer's smoothie was made, âWhat were you telling me?âÂ
âJust that the materials you missed in bio today weren't too hard. I took extra notes for you,â you pulled into your backpack taking out the pretty iced blue folder, âHere they are!â you pulled out the stack of notes you made for her, her taking them and holding them to her chest.
âThank you SO MUCH YN!!!â she placed the papers in a drawer under the counter, âI could kiss you right now. What would I do without you?âÂ
Probably survive perfectly fine since you had no problem cutting me off after you and Sunghoon broke up.Â
You shrugged with a smile, âFail bio.âÂ
She laughed and nodded, âYeah, probably. But I have you to help keep me in the loop!âÂ
You honestly hated how the two of you could go DAYS sometimes even WEEKS without talking or seeing each other yet she has no problem acting as if nothing ever happened.Â
But she was all you had, so you played along with her.Â
You dropped your backpack onto the floor, wondering if telling her the other thing was right or wrong.Â
You decided to anyway.Â
âI also saw Sunghoon the other day.âÂ
Her movements slowed and her smile faded, âIs that so?âÂ
You nodded, âWe talked for a couple of minutes, but he had to go practice, so it was a short moment.âÂ
You could see the gears were turning in her brain, âPractice? Guess he was able to get back on the team after all. Thatâs good at least.âÂ
âHe actually is figure skating now too, thatâs where he was headed.âÂ
Your best friendâs eyes widened, âWow, I did not see that one coming.âÂ
You agreed, âIt was definitely not something Iâd expected Park Sunghoon to do, but I guess it kinda suits him.âÂ
Your friend nodded, seeing how deep in thought she was.Â
You wanted to ask her to speak her mind, but unfortunately, the two of you werenât that close anymore.Â
A couple more customers walked in, sending her back away from you.Â
You stood from the seat, grabbing your things, giving her a smile and wave as you walked out. You only came to give her the notes she missed anyway.Â
Usually, when she skips out of class she gets the notes from one of the boys sheâs secretly messing around with. But every blue moon she asks you.Â
You guessed it was the only way to keep in contact with you in some way.Â
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You quickly stepped into the coffee shop, brushing off the slight snow from your hair, ready to get a sip of your favorite coffee.Â
The barista noticed you, giving you his famous thumbs-up, âAlready on it YN!âÂ
You gave him a thumbs-up back. You were so happy you discovered this place, it became one of your comfort places to be. Itâs quiet enough to do homework or read, the coffee is amazing and all the baristas know you and your order. What isnât there to love?
âFancy seeing you here again,â you whipped around, seeing Sunghoon sitting in your usual spot, a book in his hands and his iced coffee half empty on the table.Â
Your brain spasmed, what was he doing here again?
You just nodded, âYouâre in my spot.âÂ
Sunghoon shrugged, âI can move?âÂ
Well shit, now you feel bad.Â
You shook your head, âNo, itâs okay. I donât mind sharing.âÂ
Sunghoon smiled, eyes flickering back down to his book.Â
The barista called your name, turning your attention back to him, âThank you, Taehyun.âÂ
His sharky smile warms your heart, âAlways,â his eyes darted over to Sunghoon then back to you, âDo you know him?âÂ
You sighed, âYes, heâs an old friend.âÂ
Taehyun nodded, his tongue sliding into his cheek, âHeâs been here every day since the last time you were here.âÂ
You froze, narrowing your eyes, âHonestly?âÂ
Taehyun nodded again, âI just wanted to make sure you were okay and that he wasnât some creep.âÂ
You smiled softly at him, âNo need to worry. Heâs harmless.âÂ
Taehyun gave you a half smile, then walked off to finish working.Â
You sat down in front of Sunghoon, his eyes not leaving the page of his book.Â
You cleared your throat, taking a sip of your coffee.Â
Sunghoon glanced up for a second at your throat clearing, âYes?âÂ
You cupped your hands around your coffee, âWhat?âÂ
Sunghoon sighed and closed his book, setting it on the table, âYou only clear your throat like that when you have something to say.âÂ
Damn, does he remember the small details of you?
âYou remember that?âÂ
Sunghoon chuckled, picking up his iced coffee, âYN, Iâve known you for almost, what? five years? You think Iâd just forget everything?âÂ
Well, noâŠjust didnât think youâd care enough to remember. you didnât date me after all.Â
All you could do was shrug, âMy barista told me youâve been here every day,â
Sunghoon raised a brow as he sipped on his coffee, finishing it off, âYour barista?âÂ
âNot like that!â you snapped quietly, wishing you could jump over the table and tackle him, âIâm a regular here, Taehyun just happens to be the barista who always takes care of me.âÂ
Sunghoon mouthed out a âwowâ and leaned back into the seat, âFirst name bases too?âÂ
âSunghoon,â his name falling off your lips felt foreign, mostly since you were speaking to him, âWhy are you here every day?âÂ
He thinned out his lips into a line, eyes looking down at his Converse, âBeen looking for a good coffee shop to regular, and this one surprised me when I first came in here. You just so happened to be here the day I decided to try it.â
That soundsâŠcompletely true. This coffee shop is incredible. You donât blame him for wanting to become a regular. It was all a coincidence.Â
You sipped down your coffee, feeling the stare of his eyes, âYes?âÂ
âSo back to Taehyun being your barista,âÂ
You laughed, kicking your leg into his shin, âStop!âÂ
Sunghoonâs fangs slipped out as he smiled.Â
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Sunghoonâs appearance in the coffee shop became more regular, just like he said.Â
Taehyun knew his order by heart, just like yours, and would always have it ready the moment he saw Sunghoon walk in.Â
You had to admit, it felt good having him back in your life. It felt like old times when youâd hang out when your best friend was too busy working. You three all used to be so close.Â
Yet you didnât have the heart to tell her you were even hanging out with Sunghoon again. It technically wasnât even hanging out, you two just happened to sit, talk, and drink coffee together at your favorite coffee shop.Â
Another week has flown by with Sunghoon making his appearance at the shop.
You laughed together over a book you both read, Sunghoon feeling Taehyunâs eyes on you.Â
You stood up, âIâm heading to the bathroom,âÂ
Sunghoon nodded, his eyes darting to Taehyun, watching him as he watched you walk to the bathroom. A small sigh escaped Taehyunâs lips.Â
Taehyun then made eye contact with him, and the look he was giving Sunghoon made him clench his fists.Â
Your return to the table had Sunghoon relaxing, and Taehyun returning to work.Â
Sunghoon couldnât take his eyes off you. He felt so at home in your presence. His mind telling him to tell you the truth, that you deserved to know. But the moment you locked eyes with him and the corners of your lips curled into that precious smile, he couldnât do it.Â
âWhatâs up?â you asked, âYouâre deep in thought?âÂ
âAhhâŠâ Sunghoon tried to collect his thoughts, then quickly smiled, settling on the topic change, âWhat are you doing tomorrow?â
âTomorrow?â you thought about it, âI just have class, why?âÂ
âCome to my hockey practice tomorrow night.âÂ
That invite took you by surprise, âHuh?âÂ
Sunghoon smiled even more, leaning forward on the table, âCome watch my practice tomorrow. Please?â
You tried to find an excuse to get out of it, but nothing came to mind. How could you just show up to your best friendâs ex-boyfriendâs hockey practice?
âThe guys would love to see you, I bet.â Sunghoon mentioning his friends only hit you in the heart harder, âCome on, YN, just like old times.âÂ
Without a second thought, you agreed. Not knowing exactly why, but feeling as if it would be okay. It was just hockey practice.Â
He jumped up from the table, âI have to get to figure skating practice, is your phone number still the same?â
You nodded, heart beating faster at hearing he still had your phone number.Â
With a jump away from the table and a small skip, he said, âIâll text you the details!âÂ
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Sunghoon twirled his hockey stick in hand, eyes darting to each entrance of the stadium.
Heeseung skated past, quickly stopping in front of him, eyes also following each entrance, âBrother, what are you looking at?â
Sunghoon snaps his attention at Heeseung, his mouth open to speak, but no words coming out.Â
âHeâs waiting for YN,â Jay says as he also skates past, skating a circle around them.Â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, âDude.âÂ
Jay smirked, âShouldâve kept your mouth shut.âÂ
âClearly, thatâs the last time I tell you anything,â Sunghoon said, sliding his helmet over his head.Â
Heeseung raised a brow, âWait youâre speaking to YN again?âÂ
Sunghoon just nodded, âYeah. We umm, ran into each other at a coffee shop.âÂ
âYeah, âran into each otherâ, weâll call it that.â Jay teased, leaning forward on his hockey stick.Â
âShut the fuck up or Iâll kick your stick from you and laugh when you hit the ice,â Sunghoon said with a snarky smile.Â
âWoah now!â Jay said, holding his hand up, âYouâre a figure skater now, canât be talking like that anymore.âÂ
Sunghoon skated forward, Jay also scooted backward sticking his tongue out.Â
Heeseung seemed to be the only one who was concerned, âHow did the three of you make up?âÂ
Sunghoon awkwardly chuckled, âYou mean the two of usâŠâ
Heeseung looked at his friend confused, âYou andââ
âNo,â Sunghoon quickly shook his head, âWe arenât talking.âÂ
Heeseung just nodded, finally putting the pieces together, âSorry for assuming that you rekindled with both of them.âÂ
Sunghoon swung his hockey stick around again, âJust YN. And from what Iâve noticed, the two of them arenât really friends anymore.â
It didnât take long for Sunghoon to figure it out. The way it used to be, his ex would always talk about you, and you would always talk about his ex. The two of you were inseparable. A package deal. With one you got the other. And the fact that you havenât once brought her up over the last week that heâs started talking to you again, it didnât take a genius to figure out that she also pushed you away after the breakup.Â
Heeseung just nodded, âDo you blame them?â Sunghoon just looked at him, not knowing what to say, âYN doesnât know, does she?âÂ
Sunghoon shook his head, âNo, and she wonât.âÂ
âHoon-â
âI am not ready to tell her,â Sunghoon snapped, âI finally got one of my closest friends back, I donât want to cross that bridge.âÂ
Heeseung sighed and nodded, âOkay man, just donât get butt hurt when it backfires at you.âÂ
Sunghoon knew this secret could backfire on him, he wasnât stupid. But it was worth the risk.Â
âIâm going to see if she texted me,â he said, âJust in case she said he couldnât make it.âÂ
Heeseung watched as Sunghoon skated off towards his gym bag.Â
Dropping his gloves to the ice and carefully stepping off the ice, he sat down on the bench, opened his gym bag, and pulled out his phone, quickly finding your messages and seeing youâve read his last text.Â
Sunghoon felt stupid getting his hopes up. What did he think inviting you would do?Â
I just wanted her back in my life again.Â
He tossed his phone back in the bag and stepped back onto the ice, pulling his gloves back onto his hands.Â
Iâm so fucking pathetic.Â
Sunghoon adjusted his gloves, now waiting for practice to start.Â
Jay whistled at him, causing a glare to shoot from his eyes.
Jay tilted his head up, âLook.âÂ
Sunghoon turned back around, seeing you walking in, your arms wrapped tightly around you.Â
He couldnât stop the smile that formed on his face, immediately skating in your direction.Â
âYou made it!â he said, sliding his helmet from his head.Â
You smiled back, nodding, âSorry that I am a bit late, my class got out later.âÂ
You walked up to the wall Sunghoon was now leaning against, his helmet resting on top of it.Â
âYou showed up, and thatâs all that matters,â Sunghoon couldnât hide how happy it made him that you were here right now.Â
You nodded again, smiling wide back at him, âItâs cold as balls in here though!âÂ
Sunghoon pointed over to his gym bag, âI have my hockey varsity jacket in my bag, wear it if you get too cold.âÂ
âI am definitely going to wear it,â you shivered, âI forgot how cold it gets in here.âÂ
The memory of the last time he saw you replayed in his mind, it was during a hockey game. His team was a couple of points away from winning. Sunghoon and his ex were too busy fighting off on the side of the bleachers, her stomping away not wanting to finish the conversation. His eyes wandered over to you, the sad look you gave him broke his heart even more. Your heart was also breaking due to watching your closest friends tear each other apart. All Sunghoon could do was shove his hands into his hoodie pocket and walk out of the stadium.Â
He watched as you walked over to his things, your hands immediately reaching for the jacket and sliding it onto your body.Â
Oh fuck I am a goner.Â
Sunghoon loved the way you looked in his jacket. The way it loosely hangs against your body. How cute it made you look. His heart dropped onto the ice.Â
Your body started warming up a bit more, sliding your hands into his jacket pockets. Your eyes traced the other players on the ice. Jay and Heeseung waving at you. You waved back. Gosh, you couldnât remember the last time you saw either of them.Â
Youâve seen them out and about around the college, but not so personally like this. Itâs been way too long.Â
Sunghoon skated back over to his friends and teammates.Â
âItâs weird seeing her again,â Jay said, watching you sit down, eyes wandering around the stadium, âMostly seeing her without her twin at her hip. She looks really good though,âÂ
Jay was lucky Sunghoon was in a better mood than earlier, or else heâd be wiping the ice with Jayâs face, âCan we not talk about my ex, please, and she does look good. Eyes off.âÂ
Jay wanted to make a smart remark, but with a quick look at Sunghoon and then you, he decided to leave the teasing off the ice, giving him a nod, âYeah, sorry man.âÂ
Their coach finally started practice.Â
It went by in a flash. You waited outside the stadium for Sunghoon, his jacket still wrapped around your body.Â
âWell, what did you think of our practice?â Sunghoon said, sneaking up on you, and giving you a little jolt.Â
âIt was very interesting, you played well.âÂ
Sunghoon walked closer to you, his hands reaching up to fix the collar of his jacket, his cold fingers brushing against your skin, âMy jacket looks really good on you.âÂ
Your heart sank.Â
Is heâŠflirting???
âOh, shoot!â you tried to play it off as if you forgot, wanting to find an excuse for the blush on your face to go away after his comment, reaching to take the jacket off, âHere, I forgot I was still wearing it.âÂ
Sunghoon grabbed your hands and shoved them back at your side, âYN, keep it.âÂ
âButââÂ
Sunghoon interrupted, âItâs okay! I promise! Just keep it for now, okay? I have another jacket I can wear.âÂ
You nodded, feeling your body getting hot from his hands still touching yours.Â
Why are you getting so bothered??? Youâve known him for years. Why is every little thing heâs doing affecting you???
âAnyways,â he said, finally letting go of your hands, âWe have a game this weekend, youâll come right?âÂ
You wouldnât mind going, it could be an excuse to get you out of your apartment for once and not just sit at the coffee shop either.Â
âYeah, Iâll come.â
Sunghoon smiled, his eyes darting to the ground to try and hide just how big he was smiling, âIâll save you a ticket.âÂ
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You walked into the shop, giving Taehyun a smile and wave. Giving you the normal thumbs up.Â
You dropped your backpack to the floor at your normal table and slumped down into the seat with a sigh.Â
âRough day?â Sunghoon asked, his yellow highlighter moving across his textbook.Â
You nodded, âI forgot to set my alarms last night, so I woke up late and got to class late. On top of that I had to take double the notes becauseâŠâ you stopped yourself, not wanting to bring your best friend's name into the mix.Â
Sunghoon stopped highlighting, he didnât even have to hear her name to know what you were going to say, his eyes slowly rising to meet yours, âYouâre still taking notes for her?âÂ
You just shrugged, âMaybeâŠâÂ
âYN,â he dropped his highlighter into the textbook, âYou need to stop doing that.â
You didnât know how to respond. Mostly because you knew he was right. She was just using you at this point.Â
Taehyun interrupted your thoughts by setting your coffee down in front of you, âTae! I could have gotten it from you.âÂ
His cute sharky smile came out, âDonât worry about it, I donât ever get to bring the coffee to you. Plus I needed to get away from behind the counter.âÂ
You smiled up at him, âThank you.âÂ
Taehyun rested his hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze, âItâs no problem at all, YN.âÂ
Sunghoon clenched his fists under the table, eyes burning holes into his hand that was touching you.Â
As Taehyun walked away, he locked eyes with Sunghoon as if to say âYour move now, buddy.âÂ
Oh, Iâll play your game, Taehyun.Â
âHe totally has a crush on you.â Sunghoon spat out.Â
You softly giggled, âWho? Tae? No,â you giggled again, taking a sip of your coffee, âHeâs just a good friend.âÂ
Sunghoon rubbed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes darting back to Taehyun who was now back behind the counter, âI can see it in the way he looks at you.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. He sounds jealous.Â
You glanced up at him, seeing how he kept his eyes on Taehyun.Â
Oh, heâsâŠactually jealous??? No. It couldnât be. Heâs still in love with his ex.
You shook the thoughts from your head, deciding to change the subject, âAre you ready for the game tomorrow?âÂ
Sunghoonâs eyes made their way back to you, his face relaxing and a small smile formed, âYes, youâre still comingâŠright?âÂ
You nodded, âI wouldnât miss it,â you took another sip of your coffee, âWasnât able to see you play back then, so Iâm excited to see you play now.âÂ
Hearing you say that warmed his heart. Knowing youâll be in the crowd cheering for him and only him. He had to make sure he was on his âa gameâ tomorrow.Â
âMake sure to wear my jacket tomorrow,â Sunghoon gave you a wink, picking his highlighter back up and continuing where he left off.Â
You giggled, âWhy? What will your jacket do? Bring good luck?âÂ
Sunghoon chuckled, stretching the highlighter across the words on the textbook, âIt has an S.H. and my last name on the back,â he glanced back up at you, âAnd you know, yeah, you wearing my jacket will bring good luck. Youâll be my good luck charm.âÂ
Sunghoon took notice of the slight blush on your cheeks, his smile growing more as he looked back to his textbook.Â
God, sheâs so cute.Â
You tried to slow your heart rate. Why is he making you feel like this?Â
âItâs getting kinda late,â Sunghoonâs voice pulls you from your thoughts, âAre you hungry? Want to grab a bite to eat? Then I can walk you to your apartment?â
You nodded.Â
You werenât sure what these butterflies in your stomach meant, but it made you feel guilty for even having them.Â
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It was game day and your nerves were all tied together in a knot.Â
You took one last look at your outfit in your mirror, fingers twisting in the belt loops of your ripped skinny jeans, pulling them up further above your hips.Â
Your collegeâs hockey team t-shirt had a small hole at the bottom of the shirt, which was to be expected. This was an old shirt and you havenât worn it since the last game you attendedâŠthe night Sunghoon pushed you out of his life.Â
Your black high-top vans looked like theyâve seen better days, but looked good with the outfit.Â
Grabbing a hair tie from your vanity, you pulled your long hair back, wrapping the tie around it, just to pull it out right after. Â
You tried different hairstyles, not liking a single one.Â
Why do I even care how my hair looks?Â
You settled for a ponytail, deciding itâs what matched the outfit better.Â
The last final piece was Sunghoonâs jacket, pulling it over your shoulders. You turned around in the mirror, glancing back to see his initials on the back.Â
âYouâll be my good luck charm.âÂ
You caught yourself smiling at the memory, bringing the hems of the jacket up to your nose, breathing in the smell.Â
It still smelt like him, even after youâve had it for the last couple of days. The familiar smell of blackberry and floral filled your senses.Â
His scent brought you comfort, the knot of nerves unraveling and disappearing.Â
While the nerves found their way out, other feelings crept their way in.Â
Your heart raced faster, thinking about the smile on Sunghoonâs face heâd have when he saw you.Â
The more thoughts of him that flooded your brain, the more guilty you felt.Â
Heâs your best friendâs exâŠyou canât be thinking about and getting so giddy over him.Â
You slapped your hands to your face, hoping it would be enough to kick those feelings out.Â
Unfortunately, they didnât.Â
You sat down at your vanity, pulling open one of the drawers, revealing a photo booth picture strip of yourself, Sunghoon, and your best friend.Â
You held the fragile paper in your hands, staring at each set of photos one by one. Eyes locking onto Sunghoon.Â
You didnât feel this way about him back then, so why now all of a sudden does he have your stomach tied in knots?Â
His smile in the photos sent your heart racing. The way he was looking at your best friend, you couldnât help but wish he looked at you like that.Â
You quickly shoved the photo strip back into the drawer, slamming it shut.Â
You stood from the chair, grabbed your phone and keys, and walked out of your room.Â
By the time you showed up at the stadium, the opposing team and Sunghoonâs team lined up on each side of the rink doing their warmups.Â
Your eyes searched for him, seeing the number 23 skating by quickly, him swinging the hockey stick, sending the puck flying into the goal.Â
Even though it was just a practice shot, you clapped anyway.Â
Sunghoon skated back into line, eyes wandering the crowd until he found you. Your smile sends butterflies in his stomach fluttering about.Â
God, you look so good right now. The way your hair was pulled back, the way your thighs peeked out from the rips of your jeans, and how perfect his jacket looked on you.Â
Sunghoon never let his ex wear that jacket, it was so special to him, so much that only he wanted to wear it. But it was so different with you.Â
He gave you a wave, letting you know that he does indeed, know youâre here.Â
The game finally started, and the butterflies did not calm down one bit. He had to do well in this game. He couldnât disappoint you.Â
Heeseung patted his back, âCalm down buddy, youâre our best player. Canât have you tapping out on us.âÂ
Jay agreed, âThis isnât even the first game of the season, whatâs got you so worked up all of a sudden?âÂ
âYN is here,â Niki, one of the only freshmen on the team, teased.Â
Sunghoon shot the younger one a glare, âBrother, you donât want to tease me right now.âÂ
Niki smirked, âMan, I know enough about your life and I barely have been on the team.âÂ
Jay slapped Sunghoonâs shoulder, âJust ignore the kid, heâs just a little silly.âÂ
Niki agreed, âJust a little bit.âÂ
Sunghoon waved his teammates off, âI am fine, my nerves have nothing to do with YN being here.âÂ
His friends looked at him with telling faces, they knew he was lying. Knew he was full of shit. But deciding to let it go.Â
The game went on, each of the teams scoring left and right.Â
You sat on the edge of your seat, hands clasped together at your chest. There were five minutes left on the clock, your team was only a point ahead.Â
Your eyes followed Sunghoon on the ice, you could tell by his body language he was stressed. The way he stretched his arms out over his hockey stick behind his neck was enough to tell how absent-minded he was in this moment, the only thing he could focus on was getting one last point. Swinging his stick back down onto the ice, slightly bending over, ready for anything.Â
Jay passed the puck to Niki, pushing the puck across the rink, Sunghoon positioned himself, screaming for Niki to pass the puck towards him. Â
Niki passed it quickly to him. Sunghoon grabbed the puck, pushing his feet and legs as quickly as he could against the ice, the only thing on his mind was to keep the puck against the stick.
As he neared the goal, the goalie prepared himself for Sunghoon to make a shot.Â
Sweat dripped down the side of his face, hands gripping tighter on the stick as he lifted it from the ice and puck.Â
You stood to your feet, hands hovering over your chest, gripping at the fabric of your shirt.Â
Sunghoon swung the stick using all the force possible and hit the puck, watching as the black disc flew across the ice.Â
The world seemed to go in slow motion for Sunghoon, his eyes wide as the anticipation of waiting for the puck to reach the goalie, it sliding gracefully between the goalie's legs, the guy barely missing to stop it.Â
Sunghoon pivoted, stopping his motion on the ice. His eyes locked onto the puck, confirming it hit the net.Â
He turned his body towards his teammates, the world around him going back to normal speed. The crowd cheered, and his teammates surrounded him, slapping their hands against his chest, shoulders, and back. The clock hit its final second, the buzzer sounding. The game was over. We won.Â
We won..!!
Sunghoon started screaming and cheering with his teammates, hands slapping them as they continued to slap him.Â
You rushed down to the wall, the upper half of your body leaning over it, cupping your hands to your mouth, âSunghoon!!!âÂ
He didnât hear you over the screams of his mates and fans. But it felt as if he knew you were waiting for him.Â
His eyes found you and started pushing past his teammates, sliding his helmet off and handing it and his stick off to Heeseung.Â
Using what was left of his leg strength, he pushed himself towards you quickly.Â
He stretched his arms up in the air, shouting, âWE DID IT!!âÂ
You couldnât stop your smile from falling, not when Sunghoon looked as happy as he did at that moment. His fangs were on full display from how wide he was smiling.Â
His body crashed against the wall, his gloved hands wrapping around your waist, connecting his torso to yours.Â
His wet sweaty hair tickled your cheek as he pulled you into a hug. The first hug youâve received from him sinceâŠwell the breakup.Â
You patted his back, leaning your head against his, âYou played so well! I am so proud of you!âÂ
Youâve never gotten to tell him how exactly proud of him you were. For all the years youâve known him, heâs always given his one hundred percent, but because of the past circumstances, you werenât able to voice how proud you were of him, your best friend wouldnât have allowed it.Â
Hearing you tell him how well he did was enough to risk everything. It did something so deep to his heart that he couldnât hide it anymore.Â
Itâs now or never Park Sunghoon, just do it.Â
âI told you. I told you that you were my good luck charm,â he whispered in your ear, brushing his cheek against yours as he moved his head up. Brushing his nose against yours softly before moving in, pressing his lips against yours quickly.Â
So fast that you didnât have time to process it as his hands left your waist and he was skating backward away from you. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes stayed locked with yours.Â
Your fingertips touched your lips, your ears blocking out all sound as the rest of your senses focused on the man in front of you.Â
He kissed youâŠOh my god, he kissed you!!!Â
Sunghoon gave you a wink and said âMeet me by my car!â then turned back around, skating to his teammates, all of them huddling together.Â
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He pressed you up against his front door, using your body to completely shut it, his fingers flipping the lock as his tongue invaded your mouth, your brain going fuzzy.Â
You met him at his car after the game and convinced you to have dinner with him and the team.Â
You sat beside him in the booth at this fancy diner, his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, his fingers softly rubbing against your arm. Once the food arrived at the table, his arm went from being behind you to his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers sliding between the rips of your jeans, squeezing the plush skin.Â
His touch was driving you crazy, and with your new emotions towards him, it made his contact with your skin make you hot and bothered.Â
Sunghoon couldnât keep his hands off you, and you liked it. Liked the attention he was giving you.Â
Liked it so much that you didnât even think twice when he drove right past the street of your apartment building and pulled into his apartment building.Â
He held both your hands tightly, his smile so bright as he guided you up the stairs to his apartment. Soft laughs leaving his lips at just the thought of being with you.Â
He was dying to kiss you again. Like properly kiss you.Â
He wanted to kiss you so bad that the moment you were inside his apartment, his hands and body were pressed against yours, using his weight to push you against his door. Lips connecting to yours as if he were running out of oxygen and your lips were the sole source of air.Â
His hands moved from your hips, sliding up your torso, fingers grazing against your breasts and up to your neck, hands cupping your jaw.Â
You kissed him back forcefully, pushing your tongue between his lips, rubbing the muscle against his own, mixing your saliva.Â
You tasted so sweet to him. He couldnât get enough.Â
Sunghoon went to pull away, wanting to attach his lips to your neck, but you werenât ready for his lips to leave yours.Â
You caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting a bit harder than you expected.Â
Sunghoon hissed out in pleasure, rolling his hips against yours, his clothed hard length pressing at your heat.Â
You released his lip, his hands taking yours and lifting them above your head, pinning you against the door, his lips attaching themself to your neck, âKeep acting up baby and I just might have to punish you.âÂ
His words sent chills down your spine as he left open mouth kisses on your neck. Your imagination running wild at what these punishments would be, but being too afraid to test his limits.Â
Sunghoon loved hearing the soft moans escaping your pretty little mouth. It was music to his ears.Â
He placed his leg right between yours, using it to spread them further apart, giving him more access to press his cock against you.Â
You were shaking, wanting to completely feel him against you, skin to skin.Â
âHoonie,â you whispered in his ear, âPlease,âÂ
Sunghoon reached down, cupping the back of your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around him. His hands sliding to cup your ass, lips finding yours again.Â
âSay less princess,â he mumbled against your lips as he carried you to his bedroom.Â
He laid you down gently on his bed, his right hand stayed on your thigh, squeezing it tightly to keep it wrapped around him as his left hand flew to his shirt, fingers working their magic at the buttons.Â
You became impatient, sending your hands to help undress him.Â
You slid the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms, your fingers feeling every muscle as they traced down his skin and off his body.Â
Your eyes took a moment to appreciate his body. You already knew he worked out, but good lord was his toned, buff body beautiful.Â
Sunghoon kissed you again, his hands sliding his jacket off your body then finding their way under your shirt and up and over your head.Â
He worked with the button of your jeans as you worked with his.Â
He slid his jeans and underwear down together, leaving him completely bare to you.
His fingers looped between your jeans and panties, lifting your hips up as he pulled them off your body.Â
âFuck, YN,â he moaned out, hands snaking underneath you to unclasp your bra, your breasts falling to their natural place once the material was on the floor. His eyes looked your bare body up and down, before laying his body on top of yours, âYouâre so beautiful.âÂ
Your fingers tangled in his hair when he kissed you again, your tongues dancing together in perfect rhythm, his hand sliding down your body and stopping at your thigh to pull it back over his waist.Â
Sunghoon was completely turned on just by the skin-to-skin contact, by just feeling your pretty legs wrapped around him.Â
He rolled his hips, rubbing his dick against your clit, his hand fumbling at his nightstand drawer for his box of condoms.Â
You woke up that next morning with the sun shining through his bedroom window.Â
Sunghoon had his head on your chest still fast asleep.Â
His arm was wrapped around your waist, the bedsheets were tangled up between yours and his legs. His leg hung out from the sheets and they hung at his hips, his bare back exposed.Â
Your heart raced at the site in front of you.Â
Did this actually happen?? I am not dreaming?
Your hand touched his bicep, fingers softly moving up and down his arm.Â
Sunghoon moved his head up, tucking it in your neck, arm tightening around you. He was still fast asleep.Â
Guilt washed over you once again. You just had sex with your best friend's ex-boyfriend. She would kill you both if she knew what happened last night.Â
Did you regret it? Absolutely not. The sex was perfect. Sunghoon is perfect. But that still didnât stop the thoughts that it shouldnât have happened.Â
Would you do it again? Regardless of these thoughts? Also yes.Â
Your relationship with Sunghoon was different now. You had deep feelings for him. And the fact that he kept inviting you over, inviting you to his practices and games, asking to see you after classes, and randomly showing up at your front door, proved enough to you that it wasnât about the sex that night, that his feelings also ran deep for you too.Â
Your coffee shop days were more intimate, instead of sitting across from each other, youâd sit beside each other. Hands locking together as youâd drink your coffees.Â
He would be waiting outside your apartment door every single morning to drive you to class.Â
You would cheer him on from the bleachers at every practice, and have dinner with him afterwards.Â
The sex got more intense the more comfortable you both got. You saw a whole new side of Sunghoon in the bedroom. A side you never thought youâd ever see or even thought about seeing until recently.Â
He explored every inch of your body, his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. Shoving his fingers in your mouth as he pounded into you from behind. Bruises were left on your hips from how his fingers would grip your skin.Â
You got more bold too. From being his little submissive princess to a dominant queen. The way youâd jerk your hand up and down his cock sending his head flying back, body shaking from your touch as you straddled him.Â
Sunghoon became a part of your daily life, just like he was all that time ago.Â
You showed up to every game wearing his jacket, being that good luck charm you knew you were to him. Everything felt right.
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Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down onto your couch with him, âBabe, cuddle me! I am touch starved!âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip, âWe just had sex, yet youâre still touch-starved?âÂ
âObviously!â he nuzzled his face at the nape of your neck, hands gripping the hem of your shirt, âLetâs have sex again.âÂ
âHoonie,â you giggled at the feeling of his lips kissing your neck, âYou have practice in thirty minutes, you need to get ready soon.âÂ
Sunghoon groaned against your neck, but he knew you were right.Â
Sunghoon went to propose skipping practice tonight but got distracted by your phone ringing, eyes darting over to it, being the nosey guy that he is, and seeingâŠhis exâs name on the caller ID.Â
His smile faded, why would she be calling you?
You sighed at seeing your best friend's name on your phone, finger-hitting the decline.Â
Calling her your best friend seemed pointless now. Right before things kicked off between you and Sunghoon, she found another boy toy to mess around with, completely ignoring you. Youâve also tried many times to hang out with her, to go by and see her at her job, to invite her over to do homework, to try and just hang with her when Sunghoon was busy, yet all she did was ignore you. So the fact sheâs hitting you up now only means she needs something from you. And to say you were exhausted from it would be an understatement.Â
Maybe it was karma for keeping your relationship with Sunghoon a secret from her. But you also knew you couldnât tell her. At least not right now.Â
You felt bad declining the call, deciding to shoot her a quick text saying you were busy in the shower and couldnât answer the call just for her to reply saying it was fine, but was wanting the notes from class today and then sent a smiley face :)Â
Sunghoon shook his head, âPlease donât.âÂ
You set your phone down, not responding to her, âDonât what?â you knew the answer, but tried to play dumb anyways.Â
âYN, stop playing this game with her, sheâs using you.âÂ
You knew it was true, but hearing it come from his mouth didnât mean it didnât hurt any less.Â
Sunghoon bit his lips in a way to keep himself calm. He hated that she was doing this to you. He saw firsthand how badly the breakup affected you too. You lost both of your best friends because of it. But the shitty part was you werenât supposed to lose her, but you did anyway. She was supposed to stay by your side but didnât.Â
She abandoned you. Even after she promised him she wouldnât.Â
The secrets he wishes he could tell you in hopes of you cutting her off for good, but he couldnât break that trust with her, even if she deserved it.Â
The only thing he could do was try and convince you in other ways.Â
âBaby,â he whispered, âLook at me.âÂ
You did, shifting yourself in his lap to face him.Â
He tucked your hair behind your ears, âYou deserve better than that. I know you love and care for her, and that sheâs your best friend, but this friendship is toxic. All it is doing is hurting you.âÂ
You looked away from his chocolate eyes and to the floor, âI know.âÂ
Sunghoon pulled your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look back at him, âI donât want you to hurt anymore, not just because of her, but because of me too. We both did some damage to you and I have to live with that. I am so fucking lucky you let me come back in your life. And well, I am not saying to completely cut her out of your life,â even though that is what heâs wanting, âbut donât do things like this for her anymore.âÂ
You nodded. He was right. The only reason you kept doing things for her no matter what they were was to keep her in your life. You kept holding onto a rope that was torn a long time ago.Â
âPromise me,â he asked, holding up his pinky finger, âPlease.âÂ
You wrapped your pinky tightly with his, sealing the promise.Â
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It was the final game of the season, if the boys win this game they move on to the championship.Â
Sunghoon stood with you by the wall, his hands trembling in his gloves.Â
He was nervous, scared even, it was written all over his face.Â
âSunghoon,â you saying his name always sounded so beautiful to his ears. He looks over to you, giving a nervous smile, âItâll be okay. Youâre one of the best damn players on this team. The championship is calling your team's name!âÂ
You could only hope your words were reaching him, helping make him feel better.Â
Which it did. His hand stopped trembling just from your smile. You were his good luck charm after all.Â
He slid his hand from his glove, cupping the side of your face, âI am the luckiest man alive to have you.âÂ
You leaned into his hand, his thumb rubbing against your skin.Â
His couch blew the whistle for warm-ups to start.Â
âGimme a good luck kiss princess,â he said pulling you closer to him, âItâll give me strength.âÂ
You giggled against his lips and pouted as he skated away, giving him a thumbs up.Â
Little did you know, your âbest friendâ was sitting in the bleachers, watching the entire thing.Â
The game went in a flash, Sunghoon once again scoring the winning goal.Â
You jumped from your seat and pressed against the wall, arms stretched out and waiting for Sunghoon to embrace himself into you, his lips crashing against yours in celebration of his win.Â
You stood at the end of the bleachers, eyes staring off down the hallway that led to the locker rooms, heart racing at wanting to see Sunghoon again, to be able to give him a proper hug for his win.Â
âOMG! You came to the game too?!âÂ
Your heart sank at her voice, your friend connecting her shoulder to yours as she stood beside you.Â
Your body tensed, âY-Yeah, it was their last game so I came to support them.âÂ
âHmmm,â she hummed, her hands flying to Sunghoonâs jacket, âIsnât this Hoonâs?â She forced you around, seeing his name printed on the back.Â
She knows sheâs got to know.
She hummed again, âWhy do you have his jacket, YN?âÂ
You shrugged, leaning back against the bleacher, âI was cold and he offered it to me I guess.âÂ
She crossed her arms, âHe never let me borrow it, weird.âÂ
âI was freezing,â you tried to play it off, âYou know how cold I can get sometimes.âÂ
She nodded, âThatâs true,â her eyes darted down the hallway, âSince when did you and Hoon start hanging out again?âÂ
She definitely knows.Â
You knew it was a matter of time before she found out, but you didnât think it would be like this.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, only for her face to light up with excitement and her hands clapping.Â
The boys finally were leaving the locker room, âHere come our winners!â she said.Â
Sunghoon was with Jay, the two of them doing their handshake and walking in separate directions, Sunghoonâs smile fading after looking in your direction.Â
âOH EM GEE!!!â she squealed, grabbing your hand and rushing you both to meet Sunghoon halfway, âYou are such a star Hoonie!âÂ
She wrapped her arms around Sunghoonâs neck, but he was quick to pull her off of him, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
You were surprised how calm he was.Â
âAm I not allowed to come and support you?â she asked, raising her eyebrows.Â
âYou lost that right when we broke up.â he scoffed, âWhy are you actually here?âÂ
She pouted, pulling you to her side, âI missed you guys, wanted us to rekindle and be a trio again.âÂ
Sunghoon could smell the bullshit radiating out of her mouth.Â
Does this bitch think I am stupid?
âRekindle?â he chuckled, âRekindle what? Exactly?â oh he was pissed now, âExplain yourself. Now.âÂ
She let go of your arm, taking a step closer to him, âI miss you, Hoon.â She reached to touch his face, but he caught her arm with his hand, shoving it away from him.Â
âDonât touch me.âÂ
You didnât know what to do or what to say, this fight didnât involve you, it was something they had to settle.Â
âHoon,â she begged, âI want you back, please.âÂ
Sunghoon took a step back away from her, âCut the bullshit.âÂ
She rolled her eyes, âWhat bullshit?!â
âI am in a relationship,â he spat out, âI am happy.âÂ
A laugh escaped her mouth, a laugh youâve never heard her do before, âI know, I am not stupid,â she took a step back, wrapping her arms around you, âYouâre fucking our sweet YN.âÂ
Sunghoonâs grip on his duffle bag tightened and his jaw locked. What the fuck was she trying to pull here?
She smiled, knowing she got you both where she wanted you to be, âThe fact that youâre both quiet speaks volumes, lemme tell ya.âÂ
âWhat the fuck do you want?â he said through his locked jaw.Â
âI want to know why,â she pulled a piece of your hair behind your ear, âI want to know why you both betrayed me like this. Why my ex-boyfriend decided it was okay to fuck my best friend, and why my best friend decided it was okay to fuck my ex.âÂ
Oh, sheâs going there? Game on.
Sunghoon chuckled, âBest friend? Best friends don't abandon each other!â
âThatâs rich coming from you,â she retorted.
âYou abandoned her!!â he snapped.Â
âSo did you!!â she snapped back, âYou walked away just as much as I did!âÂ
âI walked away because I cared about you! I cared about your feelings! You promised youâd stay by her side, not leave her to fight alone and use her for your own personal gain, thatâs not a friendship!âÂ
âOh, here we go,â she laughed, âItâs always about YN.âÂ
You wanted to speak up, to ask them what that meant, but before you could, Sunghoon was reaching for you.Â
Heâs heard enough. Heâs HAD enough. He couldnât let this conversation continue, not when she might spill everything.Â
He pulled you to his side, pushing you in the direction towards the exit door, âYN, baby, letâs go.âÂ
âHow long did you think you could hide? Hmm?âÂ
Both you and Sunghoon stopped walking.Â
âIâve known for a while now,â you turned and faced her, waiting for her to finish, âYou think I wouldnât notice? Wouldn't notice either of your cars at each other's apartments?âÂ
Sunghoon laughed, âSo youâre stalking us now? Thatâs so fucking low.âÂ
âHow could I not? Not after I saw the two of you leaving that diner downtown a while ago,âÂ
Sheâs known since the beginning.
âI thought maybe, at first, you two were just hanging out again. I minded my business. But then I thought, hmm, I should surprise visit YN. And I bet you could imagine my surprise when I pulled up to her apartment and saw your car parked there and her riding your dick on her couch.â your face flushed, embarrassed, âMaybe next time make sure your blinds are closed before fucking in the living room.âÂ
Sunghoon sighed, pulling you closer to him. He felt like shit because of all this happening to you.Â
âThis doesnât excuse your shitty stalking behavior,â Sunghoon said.Â
She shrugged, âI only caught you by coincidence at first, the second time surprised me too. The rest I had to ask around campus to find out.âÂ
Sunghoon was getting more pissed by the second, âYN doesnât deserve this!!âÂ
âYouâre so right!â she clapped her hands, âShe does deserve better friends, I know. We were so shitty to her. But you know what she also deserves? The truth.âÂ
TheâŠtruth?
Sunghoon shook his head, âNo, letâs go,â he tried pushing you toward the exit again, he wasnât ready for you to hear what she was about to say.Â
You forced Sunghoon off you, taking a few steps back towards her, âWhat truth do I deserve to know?âÂ
Mostly since Sunghoon seemed so set on me leaving just now.Â
Your friend smirked, âThe truth about the reason why we broke up in the first place.âÂ
Sunghoon snapped her name, âKeep your fucking mouth shut!âÂ
You look back at him, âWhat is so goddamn secretive?âÂ
Sunghoon sighed, his eyes dropping to the floor.Â
You looked back at her, âWell??âÂ
âThe reason we broke up was because of you.â she crossed her arms over her chest, eyes darting at Sunghoon.Â
âBecause of me?â You couldnât wrap your head around why, âW-what did I do?âÂ
âYou didnât do anything, YN,â Sunghoon finally said.Â
âThenâŠwhyâŠâÂ
âBecause heâs in love with you,â you stood there frozen, âHe confessed to me a few months before we broke up on how deeply in love with you he was.â she said snarky, âThat he caught feelings for you early on into our relationship, but kept it hidden all those years until he couldnât. The guilt ate him up. Plus I caught him practically eye fucking you at one of the last parties we all attended together.âÂ
You looked back at Sunghoon, his eyes glossed over. Heâs been in love with you the entire time youâve known him?Â
âItâs truly sad, isnât it?â your friend continued, âThe night we fought, was me making him promise to never come near you again. Guess it worked for a while.âÂ
âWhy would you promise that!â You yelled at him, âWhy would you even agree to that?!âÂ
âBecause I still cared about her!â Sunghoon shook his head, âI wanted to respect her wishes, I wanted to respect you! You had no feelings towards me whatsoever, and after the last couple shitty months of my relationship with her, I wanted you to heal and find peace with losing me, had I known she would also walk away from you, I would have never let you go.âÂ
âWhy did you stay with her as long as you did if you wanted me?â It was a shitty question to ask, but you had to know.Â
âBecause I was already a shitty person for falling in love with my girlfriendâs best friend. I didnât want to hurt either of you. So I kept my feelings hidden until they eventually overflowed to the point I couldnât contain it.âÂ
With tears in your eyes, you stomped over to him, fists hitting his chest, âWhy would you leave me then?! I needed you!â you cried it all out, releasing the frustration, and he just took it, âDo you know how lonely I was when you left? How terrible I felt watching you walk away that night? I lost part of my soul.âÂ
Sunghoon pulled you to him, âBaby I know and I am so fucking sorry I did that to you.âÂ
You cried into his chest, fingers gripping his shirt. Too many emotions were fighting you at all once. You were the sole reason your best friends broke up, how could you not feel like shit?
You pushed yourself off him, turning back towards your friend, âWhat is your excuse for leaving me?âÂ
Her facial expression tightened, âHow could I have stayed? Every time I looked at you all I could remember was the fact that my boyfriend wanted you, not me.âÂ
Fair enough. But that was also such a shotty excuse.Â
âGuess our friendship didnât mean shit to you,â you scoffed, âA boy meant more to you than I did. Meant more than our lifetime of friendship.âÂ
She had nothing to say to that, just thinned her lips in a line, looking away.Â
âIâve heard enough,â you softly said, âTake me home, please Sunghoon.âÂ
He nodded, extending out his hand for you to take it, and you did. The two of you walking away.
âEnjoy my seconds, YN.âÂ
Oh, she did not.
Sunghoon beat you to running his mouth, âAt least YN pleases me. You should see the mess she makes of me since you want to stalk us so bad.âÂ
You bit the insides of your cheeks to keep from laughing, was their sex life that bad?
Her face turned red you could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears, âGo to hell Sunghoon! Itâs where you belong!âÂ
He chuckled, âGladly, Iâd give up every piece of heaven for YN.âÂ
She rolled her eyes, it was always about you. Itâs always been you for him.Â
âOh and by the way,â Sunghoon added, âI know you cheated on me multiple times with Mark from calculus, way before I confessed my feelings for YN. So us breaking up wasnât just because of her. Suck a dick.âÂ
Sunghoon wrapped an arm around you, a smirk on his face as you both listened to her yelling more nonsense.Â
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He drove you home and walked you into your apartment.Â
âI really am sorry, YN.â Sunghoon wrapped you into his arms, âI never wanted to hurt you.âÂ
You cupped his face, thumbs wiping the tears that fell, âDonât ever apologize, okay? You were caught in a situation.âÂ
âItâs no excuse,â he took your hands in his, âI love you, I always have. I shouldnât have walked away.âÂ
You just nodded, standing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose, âI love you, Park Sunghoon. Youâre with me now, and thatâs all that matters.â
It was true. He was so lucky to have you. To finally have you after waiting for you for so long.Â
Thank god he decided to try that coffee shop out.Â
âWas sex with her really that bad?â you asked, a giggle escaping.Â
He laughed too, âYeah, never came once.âÂ
âI guess that means I win in that department too since I make such a mess outta you,âÂ
Sunghoon bit his lip, sliding his hands to squeeze your waist, âKeep talking like that and Iâll ruin you.âÂ
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips then escaped his arms, running towards your bedroom, âCanât ruin me if I make a mess of you first.âÂ
Sunghoon chased after you, his heart pounding at the happiness on your face.Â
God, he really was the luckiest man alive.
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F***ing FINALLY!!! I've been looking for stuff with a Reader saving Dogday since he's been introduced and I've only got like, three so far-
And I want this Reader to be resourceful, using anything to patch Dogday up(including scraps of Miss Delight's dress)
I hear your calls <3
...............
"You're wasting precious time, angel. Poppy needs you. I'm only gonna slow you down. Just leave me here, and tell her I'm-"
"You'll get to tell her that yourself, Dogday. Because I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not."
With a huff, you used the grabpack to wheel in a cart filled with an assortment of items you picked up around the Playcare area: doll parts, plush felt, metal bars, and even Dogday's other missing leg, which you have miraculously found in the playhouse.
You did your best to stitch them back onto his body, although the real challenge was fixing them up first--considering how badly they got mangled by the smaller Smiling Critters. Through sheer luck, you were still able to recognize them as his legs.
And conveniently, you've retained some of your craftsmanship skills from your days working with Playtime Co.
You were given some praise for being able to speedily patch up broken and torn-up toys, but you've never touched upon any of the "Bigger Bodies" despite seeing similar injuries on them. They simply never gave you that clearance, and dealing with blood and organs (and possible death) was something way above your paygrade.
But with Dogday, you were able to apply similar techniques you used in doll repair. You made patches out of Miss Delight's polka-dot dress to cover up any tears, and you created small mechanisms to put inside his legs that would (hopefully) enable him to walk again.
It was like you were performing a surgical operation..
Except, well..that's exactly what was going on.
Despite your unwavering determination--and the fact that you succeeded in reattaching one leg to him so far--he insisted that you were only putting yourself at risk trying to help him.
Hell, you nearly got torn apart by those little Smiling Critters who chased you both down, being scared off by the flares you shot at them. He didn't think you'd have enough..but by the grace of god, you did. And you escaped and found a safe place where Kissy Missy and Poppy were also hiding out.
Not only did you finally get a breather, but also a chance to help one of the few toys left here who somehow didn't lose their humanity.
Even so, Dogday still feared for your safety.
"You know..this will only enrage Catnap, right?" He rasped, choking out a wet cough. "He'll know that I'm missing. And he'll know you have something to do with it.."
"Wait.." Pausing in your work, you glanced up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Why would he care about where you are? Or better yet..why would he keep you alive at all?"
"...because I was his favorite."
"Huh..?"
"Before the Prototype became his sole focus, we did everything together." He explained somberly. "We helped the others fall asleep, stayed out of trouble. Catnap and I..we were like day and night. Two peas in a pod. He brands me a heretic now, but...somehow, I don't believe he likes doing so. Maybe..he hasn't forgotten our friendship, after all."
'Well, stringing someone up by belts and ripping off half their body doesn't sound like something a good friend would do..' You thought to yourself, although you understood where he was coming from.
Yet it didn't change the fact you still wanted to kill that stupid purple cat. Especially after he gave you that hellish nightmare of Huggy crawling out of a television.
"I know you wanna believe there's still good in him, but..he's long gone." You shook your head. "Those critters..they tried crawling inside your body, and he was just gonna allow it all because you didn't wanna follow the Prototype's will."
"........"
Silence was your only reply, but you decided to shift your focus back on repairing the other leg. Dogday allowed you to work, no longer protesting as he instead looked at the stitches on his arms, feeling grateful yet unworthy at the same time.
Him and the others...they were all monsters. He never killed a single human in his existence (or at least none that he could recall), but he felt like he was just as terrible as those who did.
Eventually, you finished, and his ears perked up at your sigh of relief as you set down your tools and pushed the cart away. "There we go. Try to stand up, but take it slow. Okay?"
He nodded, feeling quite nervous as he looked at his legs, before he slowly pushed himself off the ground. For a few moments, he was able to stand, but he wobbled a little and had to hold onto the nearest wall so he didn't lose balance.
'When was the last time I had my legs? It's been so long...'
Then he felt your grabpack's hands gently steady him, and soon enough he could stand on his own without their support.
You smiled and retracted them. "How do you feel?"
"Much better...thank you, angel." Dogday looked down at you, the corners of his wide smile turning further upwards. "You truly are something divine. You've come to heal us, mend all of our broken pieces, even when we do not deserve such kindness. How could I ever repay you?"
Right as you were about to respond, you heard sounds of plush feet moving and turned around, seeing Kissy and Poppy entering the room.
You didn't really he'd nearly be as tall as Huggy's spouse.
"You fixed him! What can't you do?" The redhaired doll gasped in awe, hopping onto Kissy's hand before she was carefully transferred over to Dogday's paws, stepping into them.
He held her gently, smiling. "Poppy."
"It's so good to see you, my friend." She smiled, although it was quick to disappear. "I thought all of you were gone."
"It's just me now, and...I'm....I-I'm...." He began to sniffle, his voice breaking as the weight of everything that's happened came crashing down. "I'm so sorry...I tried so hard, but...I-I failed! I couldn't protect them!"
Thin streams of tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, darkening the fur along his cheeks. "Kickin'...B-Bobby..they all died because of me! I was supposed to be their leader, but all I did was lead them to their demise! I-I should have joined them in-"
"There, there..it's going to be alright." Poppy softly hushed him, patting his arm in comfort. "You did your best to protect them given the circumstances. I promise we'll have our chance to avenge them. But you must live, for their sake..and for [y/n]'s sake, too. They went through a lot to fix you up."
"I know but..I-I'm so scared. I don't wanna face him alone-"
"You won't be alone, because I'm gonna take care of him."
With another sniffle, Dogday looked down at you, feeling you gently petting his ear as another comforting gesture. Your eyes held nothing but sympathy and heartache for this poor creature. "I'm sorry, but we have to put him down. It's the only way we can move forward."
"Are you sure?" He mumbled. "He's gotten more powerful, and hungry-"
"So were Huggy and Mommy, but I saw how [y/n] dealt with them..and they're more than capable." Poppy remarked. "But now that Catnap's onto them, they'll need all the protection they can get."
"Then..I'll do my best to help." He finally declared, smiling at you.
You blinked, surprised that he was willing to stand up against the one who tortured him. But you simply nodded and smiled back, watching as he returned Poppy to Kissy, before he turned back to you and crouched down.
He enveloped you in a warm hug, the vanilla scent still seeping from his suit and helping you feel more at ease.
"Thank you, Dogday." You chuckled, hugging him back.
"No..thank you, my guardian angel. I will follow you to the ends of the earth."
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blank canvas: the epilogue.
pairings. ryĆmen sukuna, fem!reader
genre. past lovers, angst, opposites attract
tags/warnings. mentions of toxic relationships, purple hearts-ish themes, maybe some heartache
notes. 2.4k wc. i said itâll come in a few days, but i had free time so here it issss!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
TWO YEARS LATER
Tonight was Yuki and Chosoâs going-away party.Â
Their decision to migrate to another side of the world was because Yuki had always talked about wanting to live abroad, and so when Choso was offered a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity in another country, it became the perfect chance for them to make that dream a reality.
So despite your apprehensions, you couldnât miss the chance to see Yuki one last time and accepted her invitation to the party.
The evening was alive with laughter and chatter as their families and friends gathered to celebrate their bittersweet departure. Among the crowd, you spotted some familiar faces who exchanged greetings with the couple, as well as some strangers you had never seen before.
But one person was conspicuously absent.Â
It had been two years since you had seen Sukuna, and the thought of potentially running into him again filled you with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. However, deep down, you knew he wouldnât be there. There was no chance of him ever showing up because you hadnât heard from him since that fateful night. The apartment you once shared together now housed a new tenant, and the tattoo shop across the street had transformed into a record store. Neither Yuki, nor Choso (even Yuuji), had mentioned anything about Sukuna since then, possibly avoiding any mentions of him to you out of his request. He had simply disappeared, evaporated from existence, leaving behind nothing but a fading memory.
As you scanned the room with a forlorn smile, your thoughts were interrupted by Yukiâs cheerful voice. âY/N! So glad you could make it! I thought you werenât gonna come, too.â
Your first instinct was to hug her tightly. âOf course, not! You know I canât not see you before you go.â
âAww.â She embraced you tighter before pulling away with a sad smile. âIâm gonna miss you so much. Youâre like a little sister to me.âÂ
Indeed, and she was the big sister you never had. Things would feel different without her here, but you supported her decisions and would always wish her the best in her future endeavors. So, despite the distance you two would soon have, you gave her a reassuring pat on the back. âWe can still keep in touch. And maybe, Iâll pay you a visit there, too.âÂ
âHonestly, I would love that!â she enthused, âPlease do, even if I have to harass Getou and Gojou about it.âÂ
You chuckled as she mentioned the duoâs name and spent the next few minutes with you chatting for a bit, catching up with your life, talking about your future plans. It was amazing how much can change in two years, and how some things can also stay the same. Like your friendship. And this bond that you would never find with anyone else.
For now, the night was still young, and you knew Yuki still had many more guests to accommodate, so you didnât want to take all of her time. Eventually she did excuse herself to greet more guests, and you found yourself standing by the kitchen island, absentmindedly stirring your cocktail.
As you stood in the corner of the room, surrounded by the chatter and laughter of the party, you felt a sudden jolt run through your body as loud voices boomed across the room. They were Yuuji and Chosoâs exuberant greetings cutting through the air, drawing everyoneâs attention, including yours.
âNii-san!â
âThere he goes, Mr. First Lieutenant!âÂ
Your eyes widened as you saw the figure they were addressing with playful saluteâa man in a crisp military uniform, standing tall and confident. It took you a moment to recognize him, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat.
It was Sukuna.
He looked different, transformed almost, his demeanor more composed, his smile softer yet still retaining the undeniable aura of masculinity. He looked a lot more muscular than the last you remembered. His hair, now dyed back to its natural color, was neatly trimmed. You recognized that the uniform he wore was of the Japan Self-Defense Forces, adorned with badges and insignias that spoke of his achievements. The reckless, wild look in his eyes had been replaced by something steadier, more focused.
It wasnât just the sight of him that made your heart skip a beatâit was how different he looked.Â
âThatâs so cool!â Yuuji raved about his older brotherâs badges, his starry eyes genuinely intrigued at the sight of Sukuna in a uniform.Â
Choso, on the other hand, was pulling him in a hug in an emotional jest. âDammit. You said you couldnât make it!âÂ
âDonât cry now,â Sukuna teased, patting the younger brotherâs back. He seemed to be genuinely having fun teasing his brothers. âHad to pull some strings. I was on duty, but do âya think Iâd let you go without seeing you?âÂ
You felt a pang of nostalgia in their interaction, but also recognized the visible difference in the way your ex-boyfriend spoke to others. He was genuinely happy. He was all smiles. He was the healthiest version of himself, both physically and emotionally.
It was clear to you that Sukuna had turned his life around, and it was evident that he was doing well in his field of work. The man you once knew, who had been consumed by his reckless way of life, was now standing tall and respected as an honorable member of the military.
When you said you had never met Sukuna again in your lifetime, that was true. Because the Sukuna you knew was no longer here. It was an entirely different man, changed for the better, just not for you.Â
As if sensing your gaze, Sukuna turned and your eyes mirrored each otherâs surprise. For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, as if you were characters in a movie screen seeing each other for the very first time. It was as though your eyes were the camera, and he was the actor. You could say you were starstruck, your heart thumping so loud that you could hear it vibrate through your ears.Â
Two freaking years, and Sukuna still had that effect on you.Â
You didnât know what to do. You found yourself at a loss, the red cup in your hand now shaking from the sudden surge of anxiety. Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, a kaleidoscope of heavy emotions, a tornado of nostalgic bliss, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of memories.Â
You wondered if Sukuna hated having to see you here. And if so, should you leave to spare yourselfâor perhaps himâfrom any potential discomfort?
Caught in this internal struggle, you felt paralyzed, uncertain of what to do next. But then, you saw a flicker of recognition and regret in his eyes.Â
Before you could even contemplate your next move, Sukuna was already excusing himself from his brothers. Their knowing looks exchanged in silence spoke volumes, indicating they were aware of where he was headed. The realization then hit you like a wave. Sukuna, your ex-boyfriend of two years, was coming toward you, and you were suddenly faced with a decision between confronting the past or making a quick escape.
âY/N,â he greeted with a boyish grin, his voice deeper, more controlled. The bad boy persona he used to carry was completely gone.Â
âSukuna,â you replied, struggling to keep your voice steady, a complete opposite from his confidence.
There was a moment of awkward silence before he spoke again. âYou look great.â
âThanks,â you meekly replied, clearing your throat and gesturing to his uniform, âYou, too. Military suits you. I never saw that coming.â
He smiled in agreement, seemingly happy about his current appearance. You had never seen this kind of bliss from him before, like he was filled with content and a sense of self-worth. He was proud, and truth be told, you were, too.Â
âItâs been a good change. It gave me structure, purpose,â he paused, taking a red cup from the kitchen island nearby, âI finally got something âbetterâ to do with my life, huh?â
You smiled softly, not missing the implication of his last statement. âIâm happy for you. Really.â
âThank you.â
âOf course.âÂ
âMhmm.âÂ
The minutes that followed were some of the most agonizing of your life, not because of Sukuna, but because of the overwhelming awkwardness that enveloped the two of you. It felt as though you had nothing else to discuss, knowing full well that delving into your shared past was a territory you could never comfortably navigate. However, Sukuna, always the more vocal one in your relationship, had finally broken the silence.
âDo youâŠâ he began, leaving you on edge, anticipating his question, âDo you wanna get some fresh air outside?âÂ
Right. And with a smile, you nodded. âSure.âÂ
â â
You were grateful for the opportunity to escape the stifling atmosphere of the party and find some solace in the cool night air. Both of you were at the front porch, sitting over the pavement talking about anything but your past.Â
Sukuna excitedly talked about his time in the military, where you learned that he had enlisted two years ago and joined the army. After enlisting, he quickly excelled in the rigorous training required for the Special Operations Group (SOG). It didnât surprise you that his physical prowess, sharp intellect, and determination made him a standout candidate.
âI actually completed advanced courses in counter-terrorism, reconnaissance, and combat survival,â he shared, his gaze set on the clear starry night above you. âOh, and last month, I was deployed on a high-stake mission overseas. We extracted hostages from a conflict zone. Remember the action movies we used to watch? It was exactly like that. It was fun, thrilling.âÂ
You listened intently, an elbow propped on your leg as you absorbed the enthusiasm in his stories. Pride and joy swelled in your heart as you heard him talk about something he was passionate about, because it was a stark contrast to the old Sukuna who wouldnât have shown interest in these things. And this time around, you felt like you were infatuated again, but with the new him.Â
âIâm really proud of you.â Longingness dripping from your voice. âVery proud. And youâre First Lieutenant, too? Wow.âÂ
The compliment seemingly made him blush, a sight so rare to see that you havenât seen it throughout your relationship. âI wanted to become a better man.âÂ
You felt a squeeze in your heart. You recalled the words he said that night at the parking lot, of him telling you that he had his own insecurities, too. That he knew all along that your uncertainties about him were rooting from his way of life. That he was aware that he couldnât give you the life you deserved.Â
âY/N.â Your name rolled off his tongue in an affectionate manner. He soon rose from his seat, prompting you to follow suit, before turning to face you. âI forgot to mention.â
You swallowed hard. âYeah?â
His smile was sweet and genuine. âIâm engaged now.â
Oh.
Of course.Â
What did you expect?
His words settled in your heart like a suffocating shroud. Despite the ache in your chest, you managed a polite nod, concealing the storm of emotions swirling inside you. But you couldnât contain itâthe damn tears that pooled in your eyes. Please, not now. You turned away, hoping to shield your reaction from him.
But it was all too late.Â
He was already pulling you into an embrace, the familiarity in his warmth only making you weaker inside. âYou are and will always be my greatest love,â he whispered into your ear, pressing his lips against your temple, âAnd also my biggest regret.â
Damn it. You covered your face with your hands, feeling ashamed of the tears streaming down your cheeks. What an absurd twist of fate. You could have gone about your day without encountering him again, yet here you were, shedding tears over the same man who had broken your heart two years ago.
âWhen I say regret,â he continued, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you lovingly. He ran his thumb across your cheeks, wiping your tears away. âI meant regret of not being that man for you. I didnât treat you the way you deserved, or respected your boundaries like I thought I did.â Sukunaâs charm had you holding your breath still, too enamored by his beauty under the moonlight. He used to be a man of a few words, and now he didnât shy away from pouring out his raw emotions. âIâm sorry I was two years too late. Iâm sorry I had to let you go and be with someone else. But you and I know that itâs for the best.â
You werenât crying because you wanted to get back together with him. You werenât crying because he had promised marriage to someone else. You were crying because it felt like he was the one who slipped through your fingers, the one that got away, the one who could have been your forever if circumstances had aligned differently. It was the regret of a lost possibility, the ache of knowing that in another universe, you and him could have shared a lifetime together, untouched by the mistakes of the past.
He had dreams of making you his wife, dreams of having your children, dreams of growing old with you.
But the old Sukuna was dead, replaced by the new Sukuna who was happy and free from loveâs toxicity. You realized it was time to let go. Time to bury the past and instead celebrate the future.Â
âCongratulations on the engagement,â you offered your well wishes, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze with your tear-filled eyes. âI hope she doesnât find you a handful.â
He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. âNo, no. I have to behave or else Iâm a dead man,â he joked. âShe's in the army, too.â
âWell, Iâm glad you met her, Sukuna. You deserve it,â you said, your voice filled with genuine warmth as you wiped your lachrymose eyes.Â
Gratitude and comfort shone in his gaze. âAnd Iâm glad you found your peace, Y/N. You always deserved better.â
You smiled in appreciation of his words as he helped you dust off your pants. Just then, your phone buzzed in your pocket, briefly taking your attention away from the current scene. âUh, I think I need to go,â you hesitated, glancing back at the house. âBut I think Yukiâs pretty busy.â
âItâs fine,â he assured. âDo you want me to call you a cab or?â
âNo, itâs okay,â you replied, shooting him a grateful expression. âSatoruâs on his way to pick me up.â
He nodded, smiling. âCool.â You were surprised when he offered his hand, a gesture to finally close whatever remained between you two. âIt was nice seeing you, Y/N.â
You shook his hand and gave him a playful salute. âLikewise, First Lieutenant Ryomen Sukuna.â
As he returned to the party, immediately attacked by his friends, there was no hint of yearning or longing in him, as if the poignant exchange with his ex-girlfriend had never occurred. He was back in the scene in a fluid motion, laughing, catching up with his loved ones, telling stories about his life. No heartbreaks, no painful memories.
While as you stood there, knowing you had shared respect and love for each other, you were happy that there was a sense of closure in seeing Sukuna as the man he had become. You had both grown, both changed, and in that moment, you knew that your story, though painful, had led you two to where you needed to be.Â
That your loveâs canvas, once blank, now held colors to complete the portrait.
#sukuna angst#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk angst
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What You Wanted
Richard wanted to better himself. At first, as a wide-eyed new freshman, he was looking to make a change. Having always been more nerdy and unathletic, Richard prioritized his studies rather than his physical fitness growing up. But after years of fearing the gym, he took his first step. And the rest was history. He grew lean with muscle and learned the ins and outs of the gym routine. He found a gym buddy and quickly climbed the social hierarchy. Smart, fit, and now entering his junior year- he was living his best life.
âRichard!â Thomasâs nasally voice cut through the air, âAre you even paying attention?â Beady eyes narrowed behind his thick rimmed glasses.
Richard shrugged, âSorry, I mustâve zoned out.â He was thinking more about his gym session earlier that day instead of paying attention to whatever nerdy movie Thomas picked, âIâm just not feeling it today.â
Richard and Thomas were friends since middle school. Both unapologetically nerdy, each surviving their fair share of bullying. But while Richardâs interests in fitness blossomed, Thomas remained entrenched in all things nerdy.
âYouâre never feeling it anymore.â Thomas lamented, âIâm worried about you.â He looked at his friend closely, âAre you becoming like them? One of those stupid, smelly meatheads?â Richard knew Thomas never approved of his new friends- especially since many of them gave off the same vibes as their former bullies.
âThomas, look.â Richard started, âI just... Weâre obviously very different people now.â
âNot true! We both study Biochemistry! Weâre both applying to graduate school in a few months!â Thomas interjected.
âYeah, but Thomas, Iâve changed. I donât really like superheroes and Battle Monsters and all that stuff anymore.â Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair, âI mean, its fun from time to time, but youâre obsessed with it.â
âObsessed?â
Richard nodded, âLook, I need to get going. I have an exam.â He grabbed his backpack and started towards the door.
âIs that how itâs going to be?â Thomas yelled, âSo you think youâre better than me too? Just like all those stupid jocks, right?â Thomas continued, âFine, if you want to be a stupid, smelly jock so bad, go for it! Donât come crying to me!â
âWhatever.â Richard said, âSee you around.â
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Richard worked through his thermodynamics exam with ease. It became such a mindless activity that his thoughts wandered to Thomas. They had been close for years. And Thomas gave him an outlet for some of his more nerdier interests. Sure, he wasnât as interested in all that nerd stuff like he was back in middle school, but Richard did value the time he spent with Thomas. He frowned. Maybe he was just a bit too harsh. Â Heâd apologize once he got done with his exam. But as he continued to write down the answers to these complex questions, he felt something welling up from within him. Something physical... something...
BUUUUURRRRPPPPP
Richardâs eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth. He felt his cheeks flush red and looked around the room, noticing a few looks of disgust, as well as a few snickers from some of his classmates.
âRichard?â The professor said, looking up from her book.
âYo, my bad dude.â Richardâs eyes widened, as did the professorâs, âWhoa, brah! Didnât mean to say that!â His face reddened even more.
âRichard, please focus on your test.â She said sternly.
He nodded, trying to tune out the snickers from his surrounding classmates, âWhat the fuck was that?â He thought to himself, trying to regain his composure, âOkay... just focus.â
But as he stared at the problems on his exam, he noticed small drops of water appearing on his paper. He raised an eyebrow as more drops appeared on his test, smudging his work.
âWhat the...?â He whispered, âSweat?â He rubbed a hand across his forehead, âWhat the fuck?â He said aloud, again disrupting the class.
âRichard!â The professor slammed her book down.
âDude, just back off.â Richard snapped back. He heard a few audible gasps from his fellow students and his face flushed red, âBro, that came out wrong. I don't get why I'm sounding like this, bro.â His face flushed red again and he suddenly stood up and headed towards the door, âI gotta take a breather.â He said. But as he approached the door he could feel the same heaviness in his stomach, âNo, no no... buuuuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.â
He slammed the door behind him, and fled from the classroom.
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Richard walked across campus as fast as he could. He needed to get back to his apartment as soon as possible. Or maybe to a doctor. But wherever he went, he just needed to be somewhere private. The young man wiped some sweat from his brow and cringed.
âNo way dude, Iâm like a waterfall.â He whispered, âOh fuck, look at my pits.â Dark pit stains rapidly formed beneath his arms and continued to grow larger. Richard stopped in his tracks and raised his arms, taking a deep whiff of his own stench, âHuhuhuh thatâs ripe, dude.â He chuckled to himself. It was the judgmental stares of nearby students that broke him out of his train of thought, âIâm sorry!â He whispered, blushing deeply, âI didnât mean to... burrrrppppppppp.â His face reddened even more.
âHaha nice one bro!â A nearby jock laughed.
âYeah dude! Been dropping bombs all day.â Richard replied with a grin. He quickly shook his head and ran towards his dorm room, ignoring the jock's attempt for a fist bump.
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Richard slammed the door to his dorm room shut and threw his backpack across the room. At this point, he didnât know what to do. His shirt had soaked through from his sweat and a new manly musk was clinging to his sweaty body.
âOkay, I just gotta go to an urgent care.â Richard whispered.
He walked over to his dresser to change his shirt, and he quickly stripped out of his soaked t-shirt. But when he looked down at his body, something wasnât right.
âYo dude, since when did I get abs?â Richard mumbled, âOh shit, look at my boulders.â He rubbed a hand across his large shoulders, giving them a squeeze and chuckling dumbly, âHuhuhuh why do I need a shirt?â He flexed his bicep and watched as it bulged with strength, âWoah fuck look at that!â He watched as his bicep seemed to get a bit larger too, âDude... thatâs buuuuuuurrppppppp.â Richard chuckled, âFuckinâ new protein powder. Makinâ my gassy as fuck.â
His plans to visit an Urgent Care were quickly leaving his mind. Instead, he continued to focus on his various poses, and amused himself with each growing muscle. Richard walked over to the couch and fell back onto it, grabbing his phone and posting a new picture of himself on his social media. All the white, he absentmindedly scratched as his massive chest, which was starting to sprout a light dusting of hairs. He grinned as various likes started appearing on his picture, and he felt his cock start to grow. He grabbed his massive cock and started stroking it, moaning with each tug.
âFuck yeah.â He moaned, âFuck people would be lucky to ride this dick.â He grinned, âDickâs dick huhuhuh.â A knock at his door broke his concentration and he groaned with disappointment. His cock remained tented in his pants, but he didnât care. He opened the door, casually scratching his hairy pit, âOh fuck, Thomas dude! Whatâs up?â
Thomas grinned, âRichard?â He asked, âWow.â
âImpressed broski? And donât call me Richard. More of a Richy.â Richy grinned, âCome in, bro! Look, Iâm like totally sorry about earlier. All that nerd stuff that you like. Didnât mean to be a dick about it.â
âYou donât have to worry, Richy. You made it quite clear that youâre not a nerd anymore.â Thomas chuckled, âYou wanted to be a stupid jock, well now you are.âÂ
Richy raised an eyebrow, âStupid jock?â Something about that wasnât right. Stupid jock? The words kept echoing in his head, âStupid jock?â He repeated again, scratching his head, âThatâs not... I...â Richy grabbed his head and looked at his friend. For just a second, the dull, dumb look in Richyâs eye was replaced by a knowing intelligence. A horrific realization evident in them. But it quickly lost its spark and his eyes dulled, âHuhuhuh yeah, I guess Iâm pretty stupid. But doesnât really matter when youâve got this.â He grabbed his bulge and smirked, âDude, you see that pic I posted? You think I could make it on OnlyFans?â
Thomas nodded, âYes, I think you could. But I ought to go.â
âNo wait bro!â Richy said, blocking his path to the door, âI mean... I know you always say you hate jocks. But its âcause youâre into us, right bro?â Thomasâs face reddened, betraying his secret, âSo like...â Richy smirked and walked up to Thomas, whoâs own khakis were now tented, âYou wanna star in my first OnlyFans vid?â
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Richy stretched his hands above his head and sniffed his ripe pits. His dick twitched at the smell and he grinned. Itâd been a few weeks since he posted his first video to OnlyFans. And yet here he was again, rewatching his first video: âbuff jock fucks gay nerd.â Without fail, it always made his dick hard. And even though he posted several more videos since then, he always found himself coming back to this one. But even a masterpiece gets dull and Richy pulled out his phone. He ignored several horrified texts from his parents asking why he dropped out of school, as well as deleting multiple invites to interview for grad programs, whatever those were. Instead he found Thomasâs contact info.
âHey bro.â He messaged, âBe at my place ASAP.â He took a quick selfie and threw in a few eggplant emojis to get his point across.
Afterwards, he tossed his phone somewhere on his bed. He didnât need to see Thomasâs response. Sure he was stupid, be he did know one thing. No one, especially not Thomas, could resist this dick. And the knock on his door not even ten minutes later was all the confirmation he needed.
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Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.
Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "đ I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.
Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?
(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author đȘ)
These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.
#And when Dipper regains his memory perhaps Mom!Mabel does too? That's gotta be pretty weird for them#Or maybe it's like 'wow. Huh. Well I guess that explains a few things#since they always acted a bit more like siblings than the average single mother/ cursed child dynamic#Sorry I just love this concept so much. I've actually thought about it a few times but I couldn't tell if that was like. a weird thing to do#An old bond once again rekindling itself by chance and the opportune nature of infinite lives <3#Mabel would be a good mom I think even though she looooves embarrassing her son so so much#He's way too caught up in stuff like fitting in and having friends when all he REALLY needs is to find one hot guy and lock that in#I think if the birthmark became the omen that it so clearly is Mabel would hype him up and try styling his hair to emphasize it#What a handsome and doomed young man! So SO cosmically doomed <3 She's very proud of him and his inescapable fate#And let's not be modest here. It was a teen pregnancy and she doesn't give a damn who the father is so long as there's this cutie patootie#She may also be one of the first parents after Dipper's first death who names him 'Dipper' again. Something about it. The name spoke to her#Okay but I don't wanna linger on just this because I love ALL of your tags and also it's way too late for me to rant about motherly love#I always just kind of assumed their cheating arrangement kicked in once Dipper was. Ya know. *Dipper* again.#Makes for at least a handful of awkward sweaty kisses for him to cringe about late at night until his husband arrives to clean the slate#The thought of it being an ETERNAL agreement I can also see. Bill's too possessive for his (Dipper's) own good smh#He's like. Five. It doesn't even mean anything when he kisses her. Just that he likes that she knows stuff about bugs and that's cool.#And she explodes. Not the best introduction into the world of romance. It causes a shit ton of trauma regarding romance and his own intimacy#He doesn't know that Bill's the one person he *CAN* kiss and it tears him up inside wondering what those lips feel like#First time Bill really reads the mood right and tries closing in on him Dipper shoves him away. THAT'S a miscommunication#Or maybe he just sort of. Thinks people explode when they get romantic and that's normal. He's kind of surprised Bill *didn't* explode#thank you for leaving room for angsty fanfictioners because I love terrible awful things happening to the mc that leave them forever changed#Some guy gets. Too close. Far too close. Dipper didn't even *want* to be there in the first place so why in the hell does it happen to him?#God that is just overflowing with character struggle and future issues with intimacy in his personal life. How would Bill even approach this#Who's more upset? Dipper for 'letting' it happen? Or Bill for not being able to protect him when it did?#They're both a mess in this scenario of course. Just a couple of guys unable to communicate how much they want to touch but just. Can't.#It's just so hard- Dipper wants to hold him. He wants to stay away. He has fantasies that make him sick to his stomach with lust and guilt#Bill's boiling beneath the surface but the threat's already been long dealt with. Still. There's the damage left behind in Dipper's chest#They'll figure it out eventually. Their love is a lot more than physical touch. It's spiritual. Even Dipper's nerd brain knows that#Dipper's first time with someone *Not* Bill back in his teen years is so bad that he just assumes sex is supposed to be 'meh#Then his husband comes along and shatters the goal post that is his expectations and it is great. Find someone who is so hot and so annoying
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Ever see a depiction of St. George and the Dragon? It's pretty fair to say if you've seen one, you've seen them all: Georgie on a horse stabbing a flailing dragon creature, princess piously kneeling in the background, vague landscape alluding to the homeland of the artist's patron.
The most varied part is the dragons. No one had a real definition for the thing, it seemed. For your pleasure and entertainment, I have ranked some medieval depictions based on how impressive George's feat seems once you see the dragon.
Paolo Uccello, 1456
This is a terrifying beast. The hell is that. Uccello was one of the first experimenters with perspective, so the thing also looks surreal, like it's taking place on Mars, or a Windows 95 screensaver. I would not want to fight that, I would not want to be tied to that. (Sometimes the princess is tied to the dragon for some reason.) 10/10
Horse thoughts: Maybe if I look at the ground it will be gone when I look up
Unknown artist, c. 1505
This is a rare change of form for the dragon; it's the only one I've seen actually flying (or at least falling with style). It doesn't look particularly deterred by the spear through its throat, either. Also, George looks appropriately nervous. On the other hand, it hasn't got teeth, it seems to be fuzzy rather than having scaly armor, and George is bolstered by his army of Henry VII and his children, most of whom definitely didn't actually die in infancy. Still, wouldn't want to fight it, wouldn't want my pet sheep near it. (Sometimes the princess has a pet sheep for some reason.) 9/10
Horse thoughts: I am so glad I wore my mightiest feather helmet for this
Raphael, 1505
We are coming to Dragons With Problems. This guy looks about comparable in size to George, and does have wings, but doesn't seem to be using these things to his advantage (and has he only got one wing?) And how does he deal with the neck? He does have a comically small head, but holding it up with such a twisty neck seems complicated at best. But most egregiously, he is doing the shitty superheroine pose where he is somehow simultaneously showcasing his chest and his butt, with its unnecessarily defined butthole (more on this later) (regrettably). 8/10 bc it's Raphael
Horse thoughts: AM I THE BESTEST BOI? AM I DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB? WE R DRAGON SLAYING BUDDIEZ
The Beauchamp Hours, c. 1401
We had a spirited debate about this one at work. Again, the dragon has gotten smaller, and this one hasn't got even one wing. He's basically a crocodile. So the debate became: would you want to fight a crocodile if you had a horse and a pointy stick? Would the horse trample the animal, who can't get on its hind legs, or freak out and throw its rider? Would the pointy stick be enough to pierce the croc's thick hide? In this case, George seems to be controlling his horse and putting his pointy stick in the dragon's weak spot, so we can be impressed by his skill and strategy. However, his hat is dumb. 7/10
Horse thoughts: Dehhhh
Book of Hours, c. 1480
Here we have the same kind of croco-dragon, but George's focus on his strategy has gone out the window. He's flailing around, not even looking at his target, he's about to lose his pointy stick, he hasn't got a hand on the reins, and his sword seems to only be poking the invisible dragon over his shoulder. All he's got going for him is that his hat is slightly less dumb. 6/10
Horse thoughts: Yay, new friend! Come play with me, new fr- what is happening
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Rogier van der Weyden, c. 1432
I'm thinking this guy is at least semi-aquatic. Webbed feet, wings that seem more like fins, bipedal but top-heavy, jaws that seem more for scooping than biting. Maybe she's crawled up here from the nearby body of water to lay her eggs, and this is all a big misunderstanding. Moreover, George's dagged sleeves seem entirely impractical for the situation. 5/10
Horse thoughts: i got my hed stuk in a jar and now it is this way forever
Unknown artist, c. 15th century
I hate this. I hate everything about it. Why has it got human eyes and teeth. Why is its nose melting. Why has it got a dick on its face and balls under its chin. The fin/wings are back but they look even more useless. Also, George is shifty as hell, schlumped over in his saddle with his bowler hat thing over his eyes. The baby dragon at the bottom eating some hapless would-be rescuer is kind of metal. 4/10 at least the thing is gonna die
Horse thoughts: I Have Smoked So Much Crack
Book of Hours, c. 1450
Remember what I said about the buttholes? First, sorry. Second, yeah, we're back to that. I'll admit this one is less about the danger from the dragon itself than the very specific choices the artist has made. They didn't need to do that. It's a lizard. They don't even have. And it's like they had an orifice budget and they skipped an exit wound for the spear to focus. Elsewhere. It's so detailed. And George had an even dumber hat. 2/10 take it away
Horse thoughts: I Have Smoked So Much Weed
Book of Hours, c. 1415
This is just bullying. There isn't even a princess. That is clearly an infant. Look at that smug look on George's face as he swings his sword that's bigger than the whole little guy. This is the equivalent of when DJT Jr. hunted those sleeping endangered sheep. 1/10
Horse thoughts: ....yikes
And this is the previous one, but now the baby dragon is cute. He's chubby. He's got toe beans. He's Puff the Magic Dragon. His eyes have already gone white, implying that George is just kicking its corpse around for funsies. What's the difference between the dragon and the lamb in the background? That the dragon is dead, like our innocence. This George is truly deserving of the dumbest hat of all. 0/10 plus one more butthole for the road
Horse thoughts: Perhaps it is we who are the buttholes.
#art history#nonsense#hot takes#I am doing a St. George painting and have been wading through reference material#manuscript#fuck me I didn't notice van der Weyden managed to sneak a butthole in his too#the definitive list#when knighthood was in flower#dragons georg
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can you do a vinnie x fem reader smut where she (reader) is stressed out and vinnie fucks her good on the balcony and they didnât care anymore if they get caught of what đ
ofc my lovesss
BREATHE BABY | v.hacker
â MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD â
stress never stood a chance against a tall blond with an unyielding love for you.
BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, fucking in a pool over the city, vinnie LOVES u, praise kink, hickies n love bites
word count: 2.5k <3
a/n: idfk if vinnie has a pool in his apt, i added one for the plot đ
Stress was one of the most constant presences in your life. University, friendships, family relationships. It was as if stress was an obsessive ex that you couldnât get rid of creeping back into your life once it got good.Â
The only thing that could keep it a bay was Vinnie, your best friend of 12 years, ever since you were nine years old the boy was like a walking calmer for you. His presence made you relax and he always reminded you when you needed to take a break.
Ever since he moved out to LA at 18 the stress slowly crept back into your life, and you had to adapt again. More friends in uni and new found appreciation of swimming.Â
If you weren't studying or with your friends, you were swimming. Sometimes the water made you calm down, it felt as if all your stress floated away as the water touched your skin.
Thatâs where you were again, the pool attached to Vinnie's apartment.Â
It was so odd, the lanky scruffy boy who you became friends with grew into the type of men you would see modeling- and you did.
Everything was so much more intimidating about the boy. His height, the tattoos littering his skin which make your skin turn hot.Â
His new found fame which made your head dizzy the longer you thought about it. The idea of the boy you first became friends with turning into this man who had girls falling over him left in right made your stomach flip and you had no idea if it was good or bad.Â
You had kept an eye on what he was up to in LA, his friends, his business, that one fight that made you nearly throw up out of fear.Â
And of course who he was dating.
It always said he wasnât seeing anyone but you were never convinced, no one looks like that and is single, you always thought to yourself.
But it wasnât just him who had changed.Â
Looking back, being stuck to one boy's side for all of elementary, middle, and high school was a hindrance.
Once you branched out in university you flourished.
You grew into a new woman.
Your features were sharper, your curves more defined, your entire face had what your friends called, âa glow upâ.Â
Regular visits to the gym and taking care of yourself made you stand out.
Also being more active in your sex and love life made you more in touch with your body. Your last ex boyfriend taught you so much about what you did and didnât like, you got better and sex and the burst of confidence helped you in tremendous ways.
You walked with more purpose in your steps and it really did seem like you left Seattle and turned into a different woman.
But this new Vinnie made you feel like a little girl again. Floundering in the big kids pool, kicking your tiny legs for a chance to come up and breathe again.
All of your confidence was for show as when Vinnie walked in you returned into that stressful anxious girl again.
You relaxed lackadaisical at the edge of the pool looking over the edge.Â
Everything looked so small, everyone down there had their own lives, your worries seemed miniscule compared to what everyone else down there had to go through.Â
An ambulance rushed by and the only thought you had was someone was about to get the most devastating news of your life.
It was like a trance the city of LA put you into.
The city of angels.Â
âYou look deep in thought.â The velvety voice of the boy who the house belonged to piped in.
You turned and saw Vinnie resting against the sliding door of the balcony. His hands were in the pockets of his swim trunks whilst he had an unbuttoned linen shirt barely converting his ink filled torso.Â
âIâm always deep in thought Vinne, you know that.â A small huff left your plump lips as you turned and said that.
âI know but especially today.â He explained whilst walking over to dip his feet in the pool, âIs LA freaking you out? I felt like that for the first year I was here.â
He always did that. Trying to figure out what made you uncomfortable and trying to fix that. He was always kind like that.
âNo Vin, itâs everything. Itâs so weird. You left Seattle as a scared boy and now you seem like someone Iâd see plastered on magazines talking about how many girls he sleeps with in a year.â The crude stereotype aside, Vinnie laughed at your remark.
âIâm still the same guy, you know that.â He said and continued a second later, âBesides, look at you. You're like a different person.â
It was your turn to laugh now, âYou can come in you know that? Itâs like you're trying to stay away from me.â
He smiled, âThanks for the invite into my own pool.â
Despite the sarcasm he took his shirt off and entered the pool, walking over to where you were floating.Â
He towered over you.
âI donât think Iâve changed that much.â You toyed with your bikini strap, âIâm still the same anxious girl you met.â
His hands rested on your waist, âSure, but you're more confident, you're more talkative, plus you look so different.âÂ
Itâs quiet until Vinnie breaks the silence again.
âI kept checking on your Instagram now and again. You seem happier.â You both know what he means when he says that.
âI am. Moving out of Seattle was hard but in the grand scheme of things I couldnât stay there after you left, it felt empty.â You tell him as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.
âMâ sorry, I had to leave but my biggest regret is that you couldnât have come with me.âÂ
You laugh pulling away from him and turing back around, facing the city again, leaning over the edge of the pool.
âEven if you have asked I wouldnât have come. I love you Vin, but I was always was gonna go to university. You were the unconventional one out of the 2 of us.â You sigh pulling you hair to one side and playing with the ends, a sort of nervous tick you developed after your first months in university.
âI know.â He breathes out, âThatâs why I didnât ask but a part of me always hoped you would come.âÂ
He comes closer to you, his hands wrap around your waist and now your back is hitting his chest. His head practically rests on top of yours.
You nearly start crying.Â
You donât know why.Â
âYou think anyone down there is going through the same thing were going through?â Itâs a dumb question on your part but you like talking to the blond.
âAre any of them dealing with 2 friends you love each other and have been apart for so long that they donât know what to do,â He pauses, âAlso one of them if famous and the other is the most amazing person on earth? Nah I donât think so.â
âMhm that makes sense.â
It goes quiet again.
The wind rustles against the palm trees and if you really focused your ears you could hear the waves crashing along the shore.
âYou keep tabs on my insta?â You ask with a smile creeping up on your face
He smiles him self letting a huff of laughter out, âYeah, I was hoping you forgot I said that.â
âWhy, whatdâya see on there?â Another dumb question, you know exactly what he saw on there.
âYou look happier, also you have new friends, ones I would like to meet,â His heart skips a beat, âAlso yâknow that guys on there.â
You laugh internally and turn around so you can see his face.
âTheir some of my friends, I think you would like them.â You know he wouldnât.
âWhat about Tyler?âÂ
Your ex-boyfriend, the one you meet during finals week of your sophomore year. You had dated for nearly 9 months before you broke it off.Â
It wasnât anything serious, he didnât cheat, he didnât lie- your lives were too different and you both knew that.
It was a mutual decision but Vinnie didnât care. Anyone the broke up with you or even hurt you in anyways was evil in his eyes, how anyone could do that to you, he couldnât explain to himself.Â
âTylerâs Tyler it doesnât matter.âÂ
He blinks at you.
âWhat you want me to bring up all the girls your rumored to be dating?â
âFuck off you know that isnât the same thing. Half of those girls I only follow on tiktok and I havenât been in a single committed relationship with any of them⊠Why the fuck did I find out about your long term relationship over fucking INSTAGRAM, Iâm your best friend what hell?â
He steps back, with his hands in the air like heâs being accused of something.
âI donât know Vin I just didnât know how to tell you, everything was too much. I was so worried what you were gonna think and then it got to late. I felt like there was no point in telling you-âÂ
You ramble and he cuts you off.
âItâs fine, breathe pretty girl, just relax, Iâm right here.âÂ
He pulls you closer to him and the moment you look into his eyes that calming effect he has on you just corses through your body.
Something just clicks inside the both of you and heâs kissing you so gently itâs like hes afraid of breaking you.Â
His lips slot perfectly into yourâs, itâs like you were made for him, his hands fall onto your ass as he pulls you closer, his eyebrows are knitted together in focus and heâs holding you as if heâs afraid to lose you.
It feels so fucking right.Â
You the one that pulls him harder into you, your hands tangle into his hair, deepening the kiss.
Your nails rake the back of his neck and he hums in content.Â
Your the one that pulls back, a trail of saliva linking the 2 of you and he looks at you so intently as if heâs studying you.
âYour so beautiful. I donât think I tell you that enough.â And his lips are back on yours.
Your the one who pulls the strings of your bikini of and his lifting you up so your flush against his body, most likely so he can feel your tits pressed up against his chest.Â
Heâs grining in the kiss, as his hands grope your thighs and ass trailing up towards your hips. His hands are all over you and your ecstatic they are.
âMoreâ you whisper into the kiss like itâs a secret only the two of you can share or else yoru lives would ruin.
âPlease Vinnie Iâm begging you.â You know your not telling him what you wnat but you pray heâll save some of the embarrassment for you.
âTell me what you want, Iâll do anything for you.â Itâs like a prayer or promise of worship.
âFuck me please, do whatever you want, I just need you.â Itâs desperate and it turns Vinnie on so much more.
His fingers link around the straps of your bottoms and he pulls the down, your fully nude under him as he fiddles with his own shorts.
Your legs link around him as he slowly slides his dick in letting you get used to the size if anything.Â
You head falls onto his shoulders as you sigh out, your eyebrows knit and you nearly loose your shit.Â
He feels so much bigger than anyone else youâve ever had sex with and your entire body feels like its getting shocked.
The sensation to crynearly hits you before you pull your self together, latching you lips onto Vinnieâs neck as he starts to move you.
Itâsa rhythmic pace and itâs a kind one faring his size but you want more. Youâve waited years for this and you want more than him just being kind.Â
âVinnieee,â It comes out as a needy whine as you cry out his name, âMore, harder, anything just please needa feel you everywhere.âÂ
You ramble but he knows what you want. He knows your body, he knows you better than you know yourself.Â
His pace speeds up and he tries to keep kissing your but you keep writhing. He finds it adorable but your trying not to cum as quick to draw this out.Â
You wanna feel him everywhere, you wanna be able to only see him.
âVin,â You words are loosing power as he keeps thrusting into you, your thighs are sore and your mind is clouded with the thought of yoru impending orgasm.Â
âChoke me please, need to feel you.â His pace falters as he tries to grapple with what you just admitted to him.
The look on your face proves your not joking but he swears he nearly came just by the sentence alone.Â
His dick twitches inside you as his hands wrap around the base of your neck, he pulls yoru face up and you look into his eyes.Â
You look drunk and delrious and he wants you to have his kids right there on the spot.Â
He canât even tell you what it is, heâs just so much more in love with you.
As his hands add pressure your hands comes to weakly wrap around his, not realy doing anything, just an unorthodox way of holding hands.
Your sense are flooded with just, Vinnie.Â
The same boy practically trained to teach you how to breathe when your mind rabbles, cutting your breathe off, and the way he looks while doing it.
His pupils are blown out and his face looks like a mix of lust and love. The whole scene out of a porno but even his eyes canât hide how deeply heâs in love with you.
When he lets your neck go you inhale so deeply you nearly start coughing and he pulls you closer to him as his thrusts become sporadic.Â
Your forehead rests against his as you both cum, nearly blacking out as your vision goes white.
Your panting as he puts you down on the edge of the pool as he finds you a towl and the rest of your clothes floating around in the pool.Â
You end up in the bath making sure the get the chlorine off and the residues of sex off the both of you.
Your lying ontop of his as his hands rake through your hair.
âJust breathe baby weâll take about it tomorrow.â And thats what you do, breathing to the sund of his heartbeats.Â
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