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complicate me || leah williamson x reader ||
Coming back to Arsenal was a mistake, but you and Leah manage to make an even bigger one together.
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You had always known that you wouldn't be at Manchester forever. A three year loan was a pretty long time, and for a moment, you had hoped that it would become permanent. Arsenal had let you stay the couple years, but with Jonas out, management ended your loan early. They wanted you back in red, not that you could blame them. There were a lot of important games coming up, and even if you technically couldn't play in a couple of them, you were still an important piece for practices.
It felt weird for you to walk the training grounds at Arsenal by yourself. Jen was gone, and she had always been the person you could count on to still be your mate after everything. Leah had kept most of your friends after the breakup, and then you hadn't exactly helped your case when you just up and left after everything.
You could still remember the way that Caitlin had practically begged for you to stay with the team. If it wasn't for Jen, you probably would have been convinced to stay. A part of you regretted leaving, but you knew that you hadn't been in your right mind with Leah so close after everything. At the time, it all seemed like too much to be reconciled, but now you were hopeful that things could be fixed.
You'd never in a million years get back together with Leah, no matter how good she looked. It didn't matter how many drinks you had on a team night out. After the first couple to celebrate wins, however, you promptly decided that you'd be a loner at Arsenal. With Jen in California, you had lost your personal voice of reason, the only person who could truly keep you away from Leah for your own wellbeing.
"Come on, you have to come over. You never do anything with the team, everybody's gonna think that you hate them," Caitlin pleaded with you. The two of you had been going back and forth for the past week about you coming to the party she was throwing with Katie at their place. It was a bye week, so everybody was free to enjoy the weekend. You knew there would be a lot of drinking, and that was what scared you. You had always been able to hold your liquor pretty well physically, but you made absolutely terrible decisions sometimes.
"Cait, nobody wants me there. Let's face it, they barely even want me playing here again," you reasoned. Caitlin could see you start to move to get up and rushed to grab onto your wrist. "Caitlin, I don't want to argue about this."
"Then don't argue and just come over for a bit. You don't have to talk to anybody but me. Just please, I miss you. I've missed you since you moved and iced everybody out," Caitlin said. She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, and if it was anybody else, you probably would have just said no. But because it was Caitlin, you gave in despite your better judgement.
That afternoon when you got out of training, you went straight home and immediately called Jen. You had hoped that she would convince you not to go, but instead, she had fully agreed with Caitlin. You hated hearing how it was a good idea to bond with the women you'd be spending the next two seasons of your career with. Once your contract was over, you could go somewhere else, but for now, you were stuck at Arsenal.
A lot of things had changed since you left. The changes may not have seemed like much to people who had been around, but they had definitely taken you by surprise. The big one had been Caitlin and Lia. Caitlin had been clinging to Katie's side when you arrived, and Lia was stuck by Lia.
Years before, you had been close with Lia, even closer than Lia and Leah were. Now, you just had Caitlin, who you had only befriended because of Lia. It hurt for the Swiss woman not to even look your way, but you couldn't imagine how it looked to her. You were sure that everybody had gotten Leah's side of the story, which you weren't calling bullshit, but you knew had to be biased.
"You look good. Leah's staring," Caitlin said as she nudged you.
"Whatever." You brushed off Caitlin's comment, but only to force yourself not to glance over at the blonde. You couldn't let yourself get sucked over there, not when you knew where it would end up. Leah had an uncanny ability to complicate everything in your life, and she had been doing it for years now. Your relationship had been far from perfect, but you were happier then. Now, you were miserable while she was getting a chance to live her best life.
"(Y/n), I didn't think you'd come." Katie looked just as surprised as she sounded. Caitlin swatted at the Irish woman's chest, but Katie seemed unphased. "I'm glad you came. It's been boring without my favorite drinking buddy."
"Do you really want me to drink you under the table this early into the night?" you asked teasingly. Katie scoffed at that, but didn't deny that you usually did win the little competitions. You watched as Katie sent Caitlin a pleading look before Caitlin just nodded. Before you could react, Katie grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen where the alcohol was.
You let Katie pick the alcohol, and thus, your competition began. You should have known better than to start drinking like this so early into the night, but you wanted to have fun. It had been so long that you believed that you deserved to have a good night out. Several shots later, and you found yourself having to help Katie stumble out of the kitchen.
"Katie, you promised you'd stop at 5," Caitlin huffed as she took her girlfriend from you.
"Hey, it's not my fault that she did doubles," Katie slurred. Caitlin glanced over at you, who just barely had a rosy tint to your cheeks. You didn't seem too out of it, so Caitlin left you there to make Katie sit down and eat something with the hope of sobering her up a bit. It couldn't have been more than maybe 30 seconds of you being alone for Leah to find her way over to you.
"I see that you're enjoying yourself," Leah teased. Your eyes narrowed at her, but your anger was fleeting. You couldn't hold onto any one emotion for too long before forgetting what exactly it was that you were feeling. "You're gonna be feeling that tomorrow."
"That's not your concern," you told her. Leah seemed a bit shocked by the snark in your tone. She shouldn't have been surprised by it, you had spoken to her in worse tones constantly by the end of your relationship. "Why are you over here? You told everybody that I ruined you. Nobody wants to talk to the woman who ruined them."
"(Y/n), I was hurt. You know that I lash out when I'm hurt, besides, I am much more mature than I was before," Leah said. She placed her hand on the small of your back, and it ignited something inside of you. Without an ounce of hesitation, you turned and tried to kiss Leah. "Hey, no, not like this. I want you, but I want you to want me back."
"Leah, it's complicated. I'm complicated now," you told her. Leah bit her lip and glanced at the bottle of alcohol just sitting on the table behind you. You followed her gaze and immediately knew what she was getting onto. "You want to be on my level?"
"I don't think I'd feel so bad if I was," Leah reasoned. You didn't like the thought of her needing to be drunk to want you, but the notion was gone as quickly as it popped into your head. Everything was fleeting, except for your desire to have Leah. You didn't necessarily want her sexually; you just wanted her close. If you had to crawl into bed and open your legs for that, then you were more than willing to do so.
The trip back to Leah's was a bit of a blur. Leah's place wasn't too far from Katie and Caitlin's, close enough for the two of you to walk there. The two of you had left fairly early into the night, but it was nearly 11:30 by the time that you had gotten inside. Neither of you seemed to care as you had both been guilty of stopping to kiss and feel the other up.
Your lipstick was smeared on Leah's mouth and neck by the time that you got back to her place. She paused as she caught a glimpse of herself, a little more disheleved than normal. Leah promptly turned her atttention over to you. You looked just as far gone as she did, pupils blown wide as you watched and waited for her to make another move on you.
"Come on," Leah said as she tugged you along with her. Leah tried to move quickly with you, not giving you a chance to take in the state of her home now that you were gone. She was scared that if the two of you stopped for too long, you would notice all of the little pieces of you that Leah had refused to give up.
The truth was that she had tried, and for a while, they had been gone. However, Leah had always kept the few boxes of trinkets and little things you left behind in her closet. Lia had begged Leah to throw it all away, but the blonde couldn't bring herself to do it. Eventually, she began hating the way that her house felt, so she slowly put all of your things back in their rightful places.
Leah kept the light in her room off, guiding you to the bed herself. She didn't think about you waking up in the morning and seeing anything, but Leah doubted that the two of you would be on speaking terms for a while after tonight. Any time that you let yourself get remotely close to Leah for a little, you always blanked everybody for about a week or two.
"Lee, it's dark," you said. Leah just hummed, neither of you stopping in your attempts to undress each other. You wanted to see Leah's body, but you weren't willing to pull yourself away from her to turn on the lights. You didn't need the lights on to know the look of concentration on Leah's face as the two of you ground against each other.
You could vividly imagine everything happening around you. This was far from the first time that you had closed your eyes and just tried to imagine all of the things you remembered about Leah. Now, it was much more real than before with Leah panting and moaning in your ear.
"I want to feel you. I want to be inside of you," Leah told you. You had never been glad to be laying down before in your life. There was no way that Leah wouldn't have known how her words would affect you. You were sure that Leah could feel the surge of arousal as it coursed through your body.
"Fuck me, Leah, please," you begged her. You pushed a needier tone than usual, letting Leah really hear every ounce of desperation inside of you. Leah groaned as she sat back on her knees. One of her hands slipped between your legs while the other went between her own.
Leah could just barely make out the twisting of your body in the moonlight. She was so much closer than you were, but Leah wanted to make you cum. She wanted to feel you clench around her fingers at least one more time. She didn't know whether or not she'd get another chance to touch you like this again, and so she tried her best to savor the moment.
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The hangover from hell was the least of your problems whenever you had woken up the next morning. With Leah fast asleep next to you, you quickly snuck out of her home. It had once been your home too, but once again, you were running from it. A few quick phone calls to Arsenal's management staff about taking some time off for your mental health and a hasty plane ticket purchase later, and you were dead set on leaving the country.
Leah would be mad at you, as would Caitlin and everyone else, but you had to go. You watched as a text was sent out from management about you taking the next month off. Text after text began flooding in as you packed a bag. You didn't know how long you'd really be away for, but you just had to get the fuck away from London for a while.
"Jen? I know it's early for you, but I fucked up. I'm not over her, and I just need to clear my head for a couple of days. I swear that I won't be long, they're giving me the month, so I'll probably go back to Glasgow for a bit too. I just, I'll see you later." You had always hated leaving voicemails, but the words just poured from your mouth. You knew that your best friend was going to kill you when she saw you, but she'd also take care of you too.
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okay sooooo
i had this little thought right
okay so maybe like reader has been a part of the inner circle for a looooong time like since the batboys were kids and they've all been friends forever, naturaly azriel has been in love with her since then, and a few years ago he realised they were mates (she doesn't know)
this one time she walks into the townhouse in just a bra and trousers, casually just walking in drinking coffee while the rhys and cass are just flabbergasted (cass being cass is eyeing the goods real hard because shes always been hot and he knows it) rhys is smirking and all (hes no less honestly)
then az walks in and hes just like what the fuck, she tries to explain smth happened to her shirt on the way and hes just grumbling and takes off his own shirt and is like put this own (cass is naturally making comments that make az's blood boil)
then you can choose where that goes from there
lmfaoooo im so sorry i couldn't get this idea out of my head
its okayyyy if you can't write it!!!
hi! sorry it took me so long to post but i've been really busy with university and only now have i had some free time.
anyway, here it is! thank you so much for this request, i loved writing it!
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my hero
summary: a small but very happy incident.
warnings: none
pairings: azriel x reader
words: 2.2k
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"ugh," a heavy groan escaped your lips at the sound of the clock. you seated slightly, your head pounding without mercy.Â
as you looked at the window, your eyes fought against the early sunlight, before adjusting and finally allowing you to fully open them.
it took you a few seconds to remember your surroundings, and to be honest, to remember anything.Â
the confusion didn't last long when all the memories from last night hit you all at once.Â
you had gone out for the night with morrigan. you went to rita's for a girls night.
a night with a lot of drinking and dancing and singing and drinking again â mysterious headache solved.
you looked down on you, seeing the shiny short black dress you had chosen for last night specifically.Â
you passed your hands through your messy hair and took a glance at your bedroom, absorbing the chaos that a very drunk you had caused.
how could just a person cause such a mess?
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"ugh!" a loud annoyed groan left your lips again
at the sound of the clock that kept attacking your brain.Â
before you could think twice, you turned and reached out to punch the clock, causing it to fall to the ground.
you lowered yourself on the bed sheets with an arm over your head.
this was going to be a very long day.
and that's when it you.
your eyes and two seconds later, your legs were fighting against the bed sheets.Â
after losing that battle, you ended up falling to the ground with a loud noise.Â
a small 'huff' came out of your mouth before getting up and running to the clock as quickly as possible to check the time.Â
10:07 am
"oh, shit."
you were late for your internship at the clinic.
"oh, shit."
you quickly begin to look for clean clothes at the same time you try to get rid of your dress.Â
you manage to find something that looked relatively clean and put it on, your heart racing as you tried to get your hair to not look like a complete mess.
when you finished putting your hair in a more presentable state, you hurried to put on your shoes, but when you noticed the time again, you only managed to put on a sock before grabbing the first pair of shoes in sight and running out of your room.Â
as you run for the stairs, you didn't have time to react before a body collided with yours and spilled coffee all over your t-shirt.
the hot contents against your skin forced you to let out a small scream and dropped the shoes to the floor as you struggled to pull the fabric of your t-shirt away from your body.Â
"shit, shit, shit!" you cursed at the same time you blew on your t-shirt.
great, as if your day wasn't already going badly.Â
"sorry," a small voice said.
you met your attacker's gaze as you looked up to see a beautiful female with green eyes and brown hair â morrigan's friend.Â
right, you had forgotten that she had come home with the two of you â with mor.Â
the female looked mortified as you stared at her annoyed. when you saw her opening her mouth to say something, you quickly stopped her.
"don't," you raised your hand at her, you didn't have time for this, "just. . .just go."
you pointed at morrigan's bedroom, whose door was slightly open. the female followed your direction, shrinking a little as she passed through you.
"idiot!" you cursed quietly.Â
you looked at your bedroom and considered your options: the chances that you may find a new clean t-shirt in the middle of that mess, were very low and you were already late.
so you gave up and made your way down the stairs, starting to unbutton your shirt before completely taking it off, leaving you in your black lacy bra, and entering the kitchen.
rhysand and cassian who had been enjoying a late breakfast found themselves speechless upon your entrance.Â
their gazes followed you as you moved to the sink and started working on removing the stain.
the males shared a gaze between them, identical smirks forming on both of their faces.
"good morning, y/n." rhysand greeted you as he took a sip of his tea cup.
you jumped startled, your eyes found theirs immediately, "gods, i didn't see you there."
rhysand's smirk grew wider. "oh, we know."
"did you get mugged?" cassian asked as he took in your figure.
you were barefoot with only one sock and shirtless.
"what?" you asked confused.Â
cassian's eyes roam over your body.
"oh, no, morrigan's friend though it was a good idea to spill her coffee over me. freaking idiot," you murmured the last part, still focused on the task in hand.
cassian let out a snort "well, i'll make sure to thank her personally for this amazing view."
you rolled your eyes at his comment "oh, shut up, cassian. we grew up together, we've all seen each other naked at one point."
rhys smirked and grew before adding "sure, but we were either kids or teenagers at those times."Â
cassian glanced at his brother, amusement all over his features "maybe we should go back to those times."
with another roll of your eyes, you tried to suppress a smile at your friend's comment while trying to get rid of the stain.
as on cue, the shadowsinger entered the kitchen to join his brothers for breakfast.
instead, he was surprised with a view of you shirtless â his shirtless mate.
the very reason, rhys and cassian had begun to tease you in the first place.Â
what made this whole situation much funnier â the fact that you weren't aware of this detail.Â
and things had just become a lot more interesting now with azriel in the room.Â
his eyes widened at the sight of you but when he turned to find his brothers, his eyes darkened and a low growl was released.
"nice of you to join us, brother," cassian said casually as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
he can practically feel the heat coming off of azriel, like smoke coming out of his ears.
"what's wrong, az?" rhys asked him, knowing exactly what was going on but seeing azriel riled up was too funny to miss it.
at the sound of their voices, you looked up and your eyes found a pair of hazel ones.
"oh, hi, azriel." you greeted him with your sweet smile â the one he liked so much.
the shadowsinger found himself melting at your words, at the way you said his name.Â
his eyes instantly softed, a small blush coming to his cheeks and a goofy smile on his lips, "h-hi, y/n."Â
you gave him a warm smile before going back to your task.
azriel regained his composure at the sound of his brothers' muffled laughter.Â
he sighed and rolled his eyes at their behavior, he hadn't catched a break from them since he revealed the mating bond on one drunken night.
cassian elbowed rhys gently in the ribs to get his attention, when his eyes found his, the general gestured with his head to the shadowsinger.Â
"hey, az" cassian tried to contain his urge to laugh, he knew what was about to happen.Â
"what?" azriel managed to say, his eyes still on your figure.
"we were just talking. . ." cassian started, his voice teasing "about going back to those times when we were teenagers."Â
azriel face scrunched in confusion, he shot his brother a look.Â
"you know," cassian continued, his peripheral vision caught rhys trying to control himself "those times where we didn't care about being naked in front of each other."Â
both rhys and cassian snorted at the sight of azriel's face turning red.
"what?!" the male let out a little too loud then he had intended.
rhys proceeded, "yeah, you know. when we didn't care so much about formalities. don't you agree, y/n?"Â
you rolled your eyes again at rhys comment, "i think you two have too much free time" you chuckled, "cauldron has mercy on the poor females that will ended up as your mates."
"hey!" both cassian and rhys protested.
azriel smiled at your comment, but it fell when he observed both of his brothers eyes roaming over your body, grins splattered on their features.
azriel moved to the edge of the table, placing his hands on the surface of it before giving them a glare and clenching his jaw.
"stop looking at her like that before i break your faces" he threatened through gritted teeth.Â
cassian and rhys were quick to lift their arms in surrender, both muttering a small "yes, sir."Â
azriel rolled his eyes in annoyance. his attention was caught when he heard you cursed quietly.Â
he sent one last warning look to the two males before moving to stand behind you.
he was so close, that all it took was another step of his for your back to be pressed against his chest.
azriel would love to know the feeling of that sensation, but he remained where he was.
he peeked through your shoulder and saw that you couldn't get rid of the annoying coffee stain.Â
"gods, madja is going to kill me for being late."Â
without a second thought, azriel took a step back.
"here," he told you.
you turned to find him taking off his own shirt.
your eyes roamed his body â his sun-kissed skin, his muscles, his illyrian tattoos.Â
you loved those tattoos.Â
"put it on," he extended his hand to you, holding out his shirt.
"oh, that's not necessary, az. i-"
"it's okay, y/n. i- i want you too. by the way, why don't you go get your shoes and i'll take you to the clinic? it's quicker that way and you don't have to walk."Â
your face softened, "really? you would do that?"Â
the corner of his lips lifted for a small smile, only you to make him feel this way.
"of course."Â
you grabbed his shirt, "ugh, thank you, az."
you put it on and azriel tried to not let the sight of your small feature into his too big of a shirt to affect him, but he failed when his heart skipped a beat.
you moved forward and grabbed his cheeks, kissing him on the left one.
caught off guard, azriel tried to hide the fact that his skin had heated up under your touch.Â
a new blush came to decorate his cheeks.Â
"hm. . .i-" the male couldn't find his words with the sound of his heart roaming in his ears.Â
"you're my hero, az" you gave a big smile before making your way to the stairs to collect your shoes.Â
azriel stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a hand making it's way to his face to touch the place you kissed him.
cassian and rhys burst out laughing, not being able to remain composed of their brother in love.Â
cassian got up from his seat and walked towards his brother, clasping a hand on his back.
"behold of the big bad scary shadow-," cassian leaned over in laughter, "shadowsinger" he managed to complete.Â
rhys appeared on his other side, "oh, brother. only if your enemies could see you now, they would think how big of a fool they are."Â Â
azriel clenched his jaw again, and when he turned to answer them, he was stopped by a honey-sweet voice.
"i'm ready," you told him from the entrance.
once again, the shadowsinger was left completely disarmed.
a goofy smile reappeared on his face.Â
he didn't even spare a glance at his brothers before making his way to you, "let's go then."
cassian and rhys were left in the kitchen laughing to themselves.
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the trip to the clinic was quick.
azriel landed softly on the ground, keeping a hand on your waist and another on your back to make sure you were stable.
you took a step forward before turning to him.
"thank you again, az. you literally just saved my morning."Â
and there it was that goofy smile again.
"oh, it's nothing really. my pleasure."Â
you let out a small giggle. you reached forward, surrounding his neck with one of your arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek again.
azriel's heart raced and his voice caught in his throat.Â
you took a step back "you're my hero, azriel. what would i do without you?"Â
you caressed his cheek with the back of your hand before giving him one last smile and moving towards the clinic.
"hm, i-" was all the male managed to say while watching you entering the clinic with his shirt.
he watched as you grabbed the door, and turned to him to wave goodbye.Â
azriel returned the gesture. it was at that moment that he realized how much power you had over him.
he didn't push away that feeling, in fact he embraced it.
it was about time to let the walls he had built so long ago disappear.Â
and you were the right person for that.
azriel made a decision at that moment.
at the end of the day, he would come pick you up and ask you out on a date.
he would buy you flowers, tell you how he felt and take you to dinner.
he just hoped you felt the same way.
and that you said yes.
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I wanted to write about Buck and Eddie going in the ocean and I'd written most of it before I thought to check what the weather in LA is actually like right now (look, I'm in New England, I just think of it as Warm down there, okay?) and I decided to go with it anyway. as @frightfullytreeish said, get chilly, idiots
(806 coda, 1900 words, also on AO3)
"Hey, what brings you joy?"
Eddie is expecting some waffling in Buck's response. Maybe some suspicion. It's a weird thing to ask, obviously. Joy isn't a word he uses much, isn't a go-to. But even if what makes you happy is a more normal question, it's not right. He needs something deeper.
And of course there's the Tommy of it all. Buck hasn't exactly been mourning or anything, but he's obviously down. It wouldn't be unreasonable for him to say that nothing is bringing him joy at the moment. It's not a particularly joyful time.
But Buck doesn't hesitate, doesn't question. He just says, "The ocean," and doesn't even ask why Eddie wants to know.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I never saw it until I left Hershey. We never went to the beach or anything when I was a kid. The first time I saw it, I fell in love. It was the best thing I'd ever seen."
"I didn't know that."
Buck shrugs. "Doesn't come up that much. And I guess I always think I'll get used to it? But it's amazing every time. I never get tired of it."
He should have known, right? They've gone to the ocean together. Or--well, they've had calls near the water before. That guy who got struck by lightning. The shark.
The tsunami.
But they've never just gone. Buck has never tagged along with him and Chris on any of their trips, and he and Buck have no reason to just take a beach day together.
Joy doesn't need a reason, right? He can just do it.
"Cool," says Eddie. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"What else are we doing?"
It hasn't been a problem, exactly, their lack of things to do. It's just kind of new, the way they're hanging out in the last week. Usually they have Chris, or girlfriends, or boyfriends. They have some reason to stop being together, and now they justâŚdon't. And Buck just keeps on coming over, hanging out on Eddie's couch, in his space, like he can't bear to be in his loft now that Tommy isn't there.
Or something.
"You got some trunks I can borrow?" Buck asks.
"Are we swimming?"
"You want to go to the beach and not swim?"
Most of the time, that's what he does. When Chris was younger he'd get in the water, but the last few years it's been Eddie supervising while Chris does his own thing far enough away that it doesn't look like he's being supervised.
But Chris is in Texas. And, yeah, it's November, but Buck doesn't seem to care.
"I'll see what I've got," he says and finds he has two pairs of trunks in good enough shape that he's not embarrassed about anyone wearing them. Small miracles.
He throws the bigger pair to Buck and then goes to change in his bedroom. Buck will be doing the same thing in the bathroom, not for the first time, but he's never been changing into Eddie's trunks before. Did Ana ever wear anything of his? Marisol didn't. Buck might be the first person since Shannon.
As long as they fit, it's fine. Not a big deal at all.
They take Buck's car, the podcast he's listening to about the issues with the keto diet resuming as soon as he turns it on. Hen has gotten tired of explaining why his diets might be a problem herself and is outsourcing, which Eddie can't blame her for, but he doesn't find the resources nearly as interesting as Buck does. He already knows he doesn't want to do keto.
"You don't need to cheer me up, you know," Buck says, about halfway to the beach, without bothering to pause the keto thing. "I'm doing okay."
"I know."
It's mostly true. Buck has seemed fine with the breakup. Not happy, but not heartbroken either. He's been a little quiet about it, more so than Eddie was expecting. All he'll say is that Tommy initiated it, but he understands why.
"I'm trying to be happier," he tells Buck. "For me."
"Is that a thing you can try? Like, aren't you just happy or not?"
"If that was true, the ocean wouldn't bring you joy, right?" He lets out a breath, his stomach tied in inconvenient knots. "Someone pointed out that when I had the choice between something that would make me happy and something that wouldn't, I picked the one that wouldn't."
Buck mulls this over for a long moment. "I always figured that's because you're more mature than I am." It's only half a joke.
"Yeah, that's one way of looking at it." His breath shudders more this time. "Anyway. I'm not doing that anymore. I'm looking for things that bring me joy. So I figure if the ocean does that for you, maybe it'll do it for me, too."
"I hope so."
They set up like Eddie would with Chris, towels and belongings planted in the sand, the only difference that they left their phones in the car since no one is staying behind. He keeps his back turned as they shed the layers of clothing they have on, but when Buck hands him a tube of sunscreen, he has no choice but to stare at the expanse of bare back. The motions are familiar, nothing he hasn't done a thousand times for Chris, butâŚ
Well, he's never done it for Buck.
Buck makes him turn around so he can return the favor, a much less familiar process. These days, he usually leaves his shirt on.
But he knows Buck's hands. They're familiar, all heat and callus. Careful, incongruously so. Buck looks like he's built clumsy, someone who can't do delicate work, and maybe he knows that too. Like happiness to Eddie, precision doesn't come naturally to Buck. He has to put the effort in, and he does. Eddie's skin lights up with every stroke of Buck's hands, so he's sure that Buck gets every inch.
And then he keeps going a little longer. Just to make sure.
"Okay," says Buck at last. "We're good to go."
Eddie is expecting Buck to run into the ocean like an overgrown puppy, all bright enthusiasm despite the chill, but he's cautious. He dips a toe in, then his foot, then the other. He walks in slowly enough that Eddie overtakes him, even though he's not running. He's just eager.
"The first time I went into the ocean, I was in Virginia Beach," Buck explains without making Eddie ask. "It was May, and I thought it would be warm enough, it was a hot May. But I ran in and it was so cold. I ran right back out."
"Goes to show," says Eddie.
"What, exactly? I know how the water's going to be today. It's cold."
The water is probably around the same temperature as it was in Virginia Beach in May. Eddie shivers, but doesn't stop, not until he's up past his knees. He smiles at Buck, who's still just letting the waves lap his toes. "Yeah, it's nice anyway. It's hot out."
"Not hot enough."
"It's fine."
He's in up to his ankles now. "You're not getting the joy, though."
"I am."
"Eddie."
"I'm getting used to it."
"You're not supposed to get used to it. You're supposed to be be making choices that make you happy right away, right?"
"I am happy," he says again, and it doesn't feel like a lie. "It's nice, there's no one else here. And it's not cold enough for us to get hypothermia."
"Are you sure this isn't just for me?" Eddie cocks his head, and Buck clarifies, "For my benefit."
"Should it be?"
Buck kicks at a wave. "He said I wasn't ready. Tommy. That's why he broke up with me. I asked him to move in with me, and he broke it off instead."
"So he's an idiot," Eddie says. "Always knew there was a chance, but I was hoping I was wrong."
"Is he, though? Was he wrong? I didn't really want him to move in. I just wantedâŚ" He huffs. "I want to be done with this, you know? I'm ready to be with someone. And I think it could have been him."
It's not like getting shot, or even like getting punched. It's like a bullet or a fist going past him, close enough to graze the skin. Close enough that he's thinking about how much it could have hurt.
"But that's shitty, right? Like, how long could I have kepg going just because I didn't have a reason to break up with him? He wasâŚfun. I liked him. I liked feeling like I'd figured it out. Like that was the last piece. I like guys too."
"Maybe it was," Eddie says. The water is lapping against his legs, the surf gentle. He's used to the temperature where he's submerged, but it's only halfway up his thighs. Every time the droplets splash higher, there's this shock of sharp little pinpricks.
He's so fucking happy.
"Maybe that was the last piece, but that doesn't mean Tommy is it. Maybe you're ready, but you're not ready for him."
"I'm just tired," says Buck. "I'm tired of waiting for someone to want me enough, you know? I'm ready to settle."
"You shouldn't," says Eddie. "You shouldn't be with someone just to be with anyone."
"You can build it," he argues, like Chris angling for a later bedtime or more video games before homework. "Love. Like you and Shannon did."
Nausea roils his stomach. "We didn't. It wasn't like that."
"I know it wasn't perfect, but you two were working on it. You were going to--"
"She wanted a divorce. Before she died. That was one of the last things she told me. We weren't going to have another kid, we weren't going to get married again, we weren't going to be together." He's not crying, but in that way where he is very aware that he's not crying. Where Not Crying is currently defining his existence. "I think we could have been friends," he says. "And maybe we could have figured it out. Been together again, made it good. That's what I told myself. And that'sâŚeasy."
"Easy?" Buck asks, in a small voice. Like Eddie is telling him a fairy tale he wishes could be true.
Which Eddie is, actually.
"If she was the love of my life and I lost her, then that was it. No one else would ever measure up. Nothing else could ever be as good. It was never going to work."
"But she wasn't?"
"Maybe she was. Or maybe--" He's Not Crying. "Maybe I don't just get one love, or even just one life. Maybe it doesn't have to be about finding her again. It can be about finding someone new. Someone whoâŚ"
He chokes then, the words dying in his throat. Buck is dazzling in the sunlight, his eyes as blue as the sea, his expression open, waiting. His whole existence focused on Eddie.
Eddie would marry him today. Eddie would marry him tomorrow, Eddie would marry him yesterday. Eddie would tie himself to Buck in any way Buck could think of, in every way, with wills, with contracts, with mortgages, with handcuffs, with string.
"Someone who brings me joy," he finishes.
"Joy," says Buck. He looks over the horizon, smiles, shakes his head.
Eddie's chest is too small and too big. He's never had so much in him.
"I've never had that," he muses. "Someone who makes me feel like the ocean."
"Like the ocean," Eddie says. "Yeah."
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The Watcher ~ Part Two
Part One
Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After you find the surprise he had left for you, you choose to believe that his threats were empty and try to turn him in. But, your plans are interrupted and you take an unexpected visit to Tannyhill.
Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!
Word Count: 3.5k
Author Note: Part Two is here!! I know this chapter is shorter than the previous, but I figured it's better to get what I had out. Also...I'm not sure if I like where this is going, so please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on the first part of this story. Especially with this being my first work I've published on tumblr, I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!!
CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!
The blinding morning light shines into your room through your curtains. You sit up and rub your eyes. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand which currently reads: 10:34 am. Those sleeping pills really worked, you think. Your parents are already at the restaurant, probably just getting over with the morning rush.Â
Your eyes begin to focus, your brows furrow as your eyes land on one of the posts of your footboard. You lean forward to grab the pair of panties you had just worn yesterday which are hanging from your bedpost. Youâre pretty sure you had put these in your hamper last night and wait, why are they stickyâŚ? You wonder, you examine them and come to the realization of what it is. Immediately you toss them away, that was not from you. It was your stalker, it had to be. Of course, the first night you spend alone since four weeks ago and he already breaks in. And he does this? You think about his words, âtell anyone and Iâll come back and fuckinâ kill youâ, shivers roll down your spine.Â
You hadnât even had time to realize how horny you had been when you had woken up; and now that you have you feel so wrong. But your dreamâŚoh god your dream. You can still remember it vividly, even more so the longer you think about it; you can see the face of the man who fucked you stupid in your dream. You know who it was, who your subconscious mind let you fuck while you slept. It was your stalker.Â
Without another thought, youâre in the shower scrubbing the shame and disgust from your skinâor at least attempting to. When you feel somewhat satisfied, which also happens to be when the water begins to run cold, you finally get out. Wrapping a plush towel around your freshly clean body, you lean over the bathroom sink and wipe the condensation from the mirror leaving just enough space to see yourself. Before the glass fogs back up youâre able to see a small part of what appears to be a bruise poking out from underneath the towel wrapped around your chest. You lean in closer using one hand to re-wipe the mirror and using the other to pull your towel down past your boobs. Looking back at the bruised area on your chest, you can see that the closer you look at it, the more it looks like a hickey. You just about stumble backwards at the realization.Â
Youâve had enough. After you quickly toss on some clothes, you grab your keys off your dresser with a shaky hand. You rush out towards your car and get inside, pulling out of your driveway carelessly and speeding off. When you arrive at your destination, you take a few moments to rethink this plan. You have to do this. You canât keep living with some creep sneaking in your bedroom and touching you as you sleep. You twist the keys in the ignition and pull them out, you confidently strut towards the entrance of the building. When you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket you pause, sighing as you reach back to take it out. When you read the random number, with the same Outer Banks area code as you, your brows furrow. Typically you wouldnât answer a call from an unknown number, but something in you is telling you to answer. As you press the green button and bring your phone to your ear, you glance up at the building you were about to enter which reads, âKildare County Sheriffâs Officeâ.Â
âHello?â You ask warily.
After a few long seconds, the person on the other side of the line answers you. âStop.â The manâs voice sends familiar chills down your spine.Â
âExcuse me?â You respond, your voice audibly shaky. âWhoâŚwho is this?â
âCâmon pup, you already forgot what I sound like? Itâs already been that long?â Your eyes widen at the realization of who this voice belongs to. Youâve heard it one other time, well one time that you remember.
As your head darts around the parking lot looking for your stalker, your voice comes out in a tone that easily betrays you, revealing your fear, âNoâŚnoâŚwhat the hell do you want?â
Rafe smirks from his truck as he watches you from afar. âI want you to turn around and get back in your car, mâkay princess? And I highly suggest you do what I want.âÂ
âOr what? Whatâs stopping me from walking in? Or from yelling for help?â You take a step closer to the buildingâs entrance.
âStubborn, stubborn girlâŚâ the man chuckles, âIf you donât get back into your fucking car right now, youâre gonna really fuckinâ wish you had just listened to me. Iâm gonna get what I want no matter what, baby. Youâre mine.â And with that, Rafe hangs up the phone, still watching you from a distance.Â
As much as you want to just run into the building and beg for help, you know that unfortunately since youâre a pogue, the cops arenât going to believe a single word that comes from your mouth. In their minds, all pogues are liars and thieves. And since you donât have the slightest clue on who the man you saw in your bedroom is, you figure thereâs not much theyâd be able to do even if they did believe you. So you reluctantly turn back to your car and get inside. The moment your door shuts you inside, your phone buzzes yet again with another call. Itâs coming from the same number, but this time you donât answer. This was your second mistake.Â
Rafeâs already pissed off. You went against his rules, you didnât listen to him, none of this will work if you donât listen. He thought he had been threatening enough that youâd behave, but clearly you need another scare. You need to be taught that disobeying him does nothing but hurt you more. When you donât answer the phone when you definitely know itâs him calling, this is just the cherry on top; the icing on the cake. Rafe is fuming.Â
You drive out of the parking lot, breath heavy as you stay on high alertâsearching for him. A truck suddenly pulls behind you, tailing right on your ass. You canât see through the truck's front windshield due to the dark tint. You being paranoid, step on the gas and speed up a bit, well exceeding the speed limit. A few quick seconds pass by and you jump at the sound of sirens. It doesnât take long for you to check your rearview mirror and realize that the sirens are coming from the truck behind you, which is flashing its red and blue lights. You let out a breath of relief. Youâre being pulled over yet youâre relieved because it means you arenât being trailed by your stalker. The feeling is short lived as you flick your signal on and pull off to the side of the road. You roll your window down and shut off the engine.
The officer approaches you and goes through the typical routine and you try to calm your nerves. All sound is drowned out as you get lost in your thoughts.Â
âMaâam?â, the officer repeats. âDo you know why Iâve pulled you over today?â
The sharp and unintentionally threatening voice of the deputy snaps you out of wherever the hell it was that your mind had taken you to. âYes, sorry sir, IâŚI was going over the speed limit.â You submit, wanting to get this over with. You canât help but worry what your stalker would think if he saw this, heâd probably think youâre turning him in. But, youâre not. Really this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but you canât explain that to the cop.Â
âAnd why is that?â He questions you ever further, his gaze staring at you intensely. You get nervous and want to look away, but you worry that might make you look guilty of something. Youâve been pulled over before, itâs not usually a big deal for you. However youâre just so goddamn nervous and need this moment to be over. You feel like youâve done something wrong; like youâre hiding something. But you arenât.
âIâI thoughtâŚI just got distracted sir, wasn't thinking about speed. I apologize for the inconvenience.â You catch yourself, technically you arenât lying; you just arenât explaining why you were distracted. The threatening words of your stalker still echo around your head. The deputy gives a small lecture as he writes up a ticket for you. Once he gets back into his truck and drives off, you rest your head back against the seat and let out the breath youâve been holding. When you start your car back up and finally open your eyes, you look straight out across the road. You can see a tall man leaning against a truck parked across the road, staring right at you. The familiar grin on his face has you sick to your stomach.Â
After making direct eye contact with him, you pull off the side of the road and do an illegal U-turn so that youâre heading in the opposite direction, leaving the man behind. You know that heâs following you, so you drive around aimlessly until you get another call from the same unknown number. You want to decline, but youâre too afraid to face the consequences that might follow.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask, voice full of faux confidence. The only thing you hear on the other side of the line is a heavy breath that causes your skin to become full of goosebumps.Â
After youâve had a few moments to panic, he finally speaks, âKeep drivingâ. His words are not said lightly. This is undoubtedly a command, not an option.Â
âKeep driving to where?â You stammer with nervousness.Â
âTannyhill.â He replies strictly.Â
âTannyhill?â You question before being able to stop yourself. You canât help the attitude that slips into your voice. When a few more moments of silence pass, you get more and more anxious for his response. âHelloâŚ?â You ask quietly, wondering if you lost connection. Still nothing. âHello?â You ask again with more volume. After another minute or two, you hear the phone beep; the call disconnects.Â
Why the hell does he want you to go to Tannyhill? It doesnât make any sense. But you donât exactly have a choice. Heâs following you either way and itâs not like he doesnât know where you liveâŚand just about everything about your life. So, itâs probably best to just play along and obey his commands.Â
When you get close to the general destination, your phone rings with yet another call. You answer, already knowing who it's from. This time you donât speak first, you wait to hear what he has to say. It takes a few moments, almost like heâs trying to wait long enough that youâll talk. The silence starts to get unbearably awkward, but your mind is set on waiting for him to speak and Rafe doesnât have the time to wait; having to give you directions and all. When he finally talks he doesnât greet you. His voice breaking the silence startles you as he instructs you with the directions to get wherever it was he was forcing you to go.Â
âWaitâŚturn left h-here?â You ask, confused at his directions. You had missed the beginning of what he said since you had to collect yourself after being frightened.Â
He sighs in impatience, âNo dammit, the next one. Were you not listening?âÂ
âIâŚno I-I was listeningââ you stumble over your words as you turn onto the street he wanted you to.Â
âBullshit. You need to learn how to fucking listen to me, donât you?â When you donât respond, trying to focus on remembering the directions he gave you, it only serves to piss him off even further. âHuh?! Donât you?!â He shouts into the phone as he follows behind you.
You whine in fear, âNo..I can listen. I promise I can listen to you.â You practically beg. âJ-just tell me where to go?â
Rafe directs you to his house, which you of course recognize as the Cameronâs mansion. Youâve heard about the Cameronâs, but you wouldnât be able to point them out in a crowd or anything. Besides from the father, Ward Cameron, whom youâve seen on the news several times. Is he a Cameron? As you park in the large driveway, you rack your brain trying to recall the name of the Cameron son.Â
His truck parks behind you, blocking your car in. He quickly kills the engine and exits his vehicle. You donât notice him walking up to you until heâs yanking your car door open and pulling you out by the arm.
âR-rafe?â You mumble insecurely. He pauses to look at you, chuckling at your words. He mutters a quick âsmart girlâ before retightening his grip on your arm and continuing to pull you into the large mansion. You start to cry, getting overwhelmed as you imagine the many possible scenarios that may occur. âP-please,â you manage to choke out. âWhat do you want?â
Unlike the last time you cried to him, this time he doesnât stop. He drags you up one level of the large, spiral staircase; pulling you into his bedroom. As soon as you see the bed, youâre already feeling it beneath your back when he shoves you down just a few seconds later. As if you hadnât already embarrassed yourself enough, you canât help the tears that begin to stream down your flushed cheeks at a flooding rate.Â
âWaitâŚno, please, please!â The way you keep shouting and choking back sobs causes you to gag from how worked up youâve gotten yourself. All the Cameron son does in response is lean back to get a full view of you as a smug grin spreads across his face. âPlease, Iâoh god, Iâm gonna be sickâŚâ You mumble, which is quickly followed by another gag that interrupts your constant sobs.Â
Rafe snakes his hand up from your arm to your hair, wrapping his first tightly around a large section of it. He tugs on your hair to force your head to look up at him, causing a small whine to escape your lips. âShhhâŚbaby, shhhâŚâ He mumbles, his âworriedâ tone working to oppose his previous amused expression. âCalm down, alright? Calm down. Ainât gonna do nothinâ you donât want, mâkay pretty girl?â The way he says that last partâŚyouâve never heard his voice sound like that before. You didnât even think he was capable of talking in that tone. He sounds like he might actually truly care about you. Youâre relieved; maybe even a bitâŚcomforted by the fact that he might be telling the truth about not doing anything you donât want. Well, besides having you basically held captive in his home.Â
âWhatâŚwhat are you gonna do?â You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to catch your breath so you can calm down.
âI just wanna talk to you baby. Alright?â Rafe mumbles your name into your ear, allowing you to feel his hot breath against the side of your face. Immediately youâre taken back to the first time you had met him, in your bedroom a few weeks back. You try to push that aside and bring yourself back to the present; the memory only brings back the feelings of complete and utter fear you experienced at that time. Not that the present was any better, hell, it was worse.Â
Hesitantly, you nod. He waits a few minutes to speak; waiting for you to catch your breath. Once youâre calmer, at least on the outside, he finally starts to talk. âI wanted to talk about my propositionâŚâ He looks down at you, bringing his hand up to cautiously run through your hair. âLast time I got cut shortâŚremember that?â
You nod. âIâŚI tried to warn you my parents would come home. I-I swear I didnât tell them anything.â You say frantically, trying to prove your innocence.
âHey, shhâŚitâs okay babe. I know. I know.â Rafe speaks slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. He pauses to momentarily dart his tongue out to wet his parted lips. âI know. You havenât toldâŚyouâve been a good girl and listened to me, hm? Havenât you baby? Haven't you been a good girl?âÂ
You nod frantically. âIâŚIâd never turn you inâŚâ The false seductiveness in your voice turns him off, if thatâs even possible.Â
He pulls back from you and sighs, âShut up.â He runs a rough hand over his buzzed head and begins to quickly pace across his bedroom.Â
âB-but you wanted to talkâŚâ You remind him. The way his attitude was constantly shifting in great amounts had you furrowing your brows as you tried to figure him out.Â
âYeah, I do. But not to a goddamn filthy, lying whore.â He retorts, a large grin appearing on his face while he watches your beautiful features move on your face, displaying your thoughts as you take in his words. âJust be yourself alright? I can always tell when youâre not you.â He says almost sincerely. âI wantâŚI need you to want this. Donât try to pull that fake crap on me ever again, yeah?âÂ
Immediately you nod. âIâŚyes-â, you stammer, instantly regretting even trying to talk in the first place. Rafe chuckles, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He stops pacing and lets out a long sigh, turning to face you again. His steps pause when heâs standing just before you.Â
He leans down to whisper in your ear. âI really need this to work, okayâŚ? This is good, this can be good for the both of us. I can help you; we can help each other, baby.â A silent tear rolls down your cheek from the fear of whatâs to come. âI knowâŚI know I messed up, alright? I know. But, you donât have to be scared, baby. Itâs all gonna be okay.â He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
âPleaseâŚI just wanna go home, let me go home!â Your cries are ugly, and very, very real. The fear in your voice only worries him. Worries him that you may never get past this. But you have to. You donât have another option. And he really, really doesnât want to have to hurt you. That was never his intention.Â
âBut you are home, baby. You are home.â He mutters as his fingers brush over your cheeks, smearing your tears. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes slowly move up to meet his. This cannot be happening. Why is this happening? You think.
âNoâŚplease IâŚjust let me go home. I wonât tell. I promise I wonât. IâllâŚIâll never tell anyone about any of this okay, Iâll never say anything about you.â
âI canât do that, babyâŚyou know I canât do that.â
âWhy not? I swear, Iâll never ever breathe a word of this to anyone.â You say enticingly.
Rafe sits down besides you, causing the mattress to dip and make you lean towards him. He puts an arm around you and his hand lands on the back of your head, pulling it into his chest.
He leans down to speak into your ear while his hand pets over your hair as you cry into his chest. âBecause I need you baby, I need you. And I need you to let me take care of you, yeah? I knowâŚI know youâre scared, but you donât have to be. Just trust me okayâŚweâre gonna be so good together baby.â He tugs at your hair, gently guiding your face to look up at him. âJust listen to me and nothing will happen, I donât wanna have toâŚdo anything. I just need to know that youâll listen to what I say.â Immediately you nod, going along with what he says. He tugs on your hair harder, eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. âAh ah, I know you can talk. Youâre a big girl, now fucking act like it.â He says forcefully.
âI-Iâm gonna listen, Iâll listen to you, just please, please donât hurt me.â
He smiles softly as his eyes dart across your face, unable to pick a feature to focus on, everything about you is just too damn perfect. âDonât worry I wonât hurt you, not as long as you listen.â His grip loosens on your hair again. âBut youâll be begging for it soon enough.â Rafeâs whispers are enough to make your sobs start again; in which he pulls your head back into his chest. Your tears soak into his shirt as you have no choice but to cry into him.
To be continued...
Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. This part took quite a bit for me to finish, since life has been a bit busy and I haven't had much time to plan or write. I apologize for the short chapter, I'll try my best to make up for it with the next part! I never really feel done with anything and as I said before I'm not sure if I'm a fan of this part or not. So, if you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!
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Copied your questions from the comments to answer! General disclaimer that this is specific to me and my disabilities! Other people may not have the same struggles or may have different ways of handling it. Any other disabled people are encouraged to add or correct đŤś
Do compression socks ever get itchy?
I haven't used compression socks before so unfortunately I can't help there! I assume they do, I don't see why not.
Are tensor bandages finicky?
Definitely. They fold and wrinkle just like clothes, and depending on how long your joints are bent(like if it's on your knee and you're sitting a long time) can sometimes get temporarily warped into that shape. It just makes moving the joint a little more difficult because the bandage will resist it. I also sometimes wrap really tight at first because for me personally it feels the best (except on my knee), but you have to loosen it(which generally means fully rewrapping it) after a while or it quickly becomes uncomfortable and can do more harm than good.
Do Ibuprofen and Tylenol work as much as they're hyped up to?
Ibuprofen and Tylenol for me maybe aren't phenomenal but definitely do help! On an average pain day(a 3-4 on the pain scale) it can usually lower my pain to a 1 or a 0. On a high pain day(6-8) it lowers to my average. Unfortunately it takes an hour or two to kick in, and I usually only get about 2-3 hours of relief before it starts to wear off. I also take 600mg of Ibuprofen(the usual dose for adults is 200mg or 400mg. My doctor specifically told me 600mg up to 4 times a day. I usually end up only going to 2 or 3).
Gripes & pet peeves
Aids/meds gripes & pet peeves:
I covered bandage pet peeves already, but my cane! My cane specifically has an annoying process to adjust the height, and due to its options I have to adjust it every time I put on/take off some shoes. The options are JUST far enough apart and I am JUST the wrong height that it gets perfectly too tall/short depending on what shoes I'm wearing (unfortunately my most comfortable pair is one of these shoes). Also, you build a resistance to meds over time, and there are specific side effects that come with long term use. I am near-constantly in pain and therefore have to be careful with when I choose to take meds for it. Having to keep track of meds is also annoying! Especially when I'm on a bunch. I was on 6 different prescriptions at a time once, all of which had different times and/or requirements to take them. Once daily, twice daily, once in the morning, on an empty stomach, with food... Thankfully I'm usually on max 3 prescriptions at a time
Societal gripes:
People will touch/grab mobility aids without asking, ESPECIALLY for wheelchair users. I've only used a wheelchair once or twice(with a friend who had one available as I don't own one), but people will push you frequently. They will roll you down the sidewalk or up a hill without so much as a hello. People have kicked my cane out of the way. For a lot of disabled people, our mobility aids are viewed as an extension of ourselves; they are our autonomy. It's incredibly violating to have them disrespected like that. A lot of the world isn't made for disabled people. There's a lot of stairs, a surprising amount of buildings don't have working elevators, a lot of cabinets and such require bending/kneeling, benches are getting removed from public spaces like parks, there are really thin doorways, etc etc. I began to have chronic pain at 13 years old, and have been fake claimed and not taken seriously since. When you're young and disabled in a way that isn't visible(scars, limb/facial difference, proportional, etc), people are inclined to believe you are lying/faking it. Even if they do believe you are disabled, they often think you're playing it up. This is especially true for ambulatory mobility aid users, because they believe if you don't ALWAYS need your mobility aid, you don't EVER need it. Also annoying: people recommending the same 5 pain relief options. Chances are, I've tried it! I am working with a doctor to find a diagnosis and effective treatment, you don't need to recommend me yoga.
Unexpected advantages
Honestly the one I can think of rn is just how useful my cane is. If I'm tired or in pain, it's usually within reach and I can use it to hook or hit things like a light switch, my water bottle, small/light objects, etc etc. Other than that I have once or twice used my disabilities as an excuse to not do something. Not oftenâźď¸âźď¸ And I do feel at least a little guilty about it. But sometimes it's nice if people won't accept "I don't want to" or "I'm tired" as a valid reason đ¤ˇ
Mundane tasks
There's a lot of things that become more difficult, but I think most useful for you is bending/kneeling(and therefore cabinets/drawers, dropping things, turning on my heater, sometimes just the act of sitting). For me, I also have a lot of joint pain in my fingers. I have lost the ability to braid and I often can't hold a pencil for long periods of time. I draw with my finger on my phone :)) So generally while you're writing just be conscious of actions and what it takes for the body to follow through on those.
Physical drawbacks
A lot of the times disabled people overwork themselves easier and take longer to recover. As an example, my able bodied relatives who helped me move are already feeling better, meanwhile I am going to have a lot of extra pain for probably the next week. Because I was moving, I was obviously using my legs and my back a lot, and it makes it incredibly difficult to get comfortable at any time. While an able bodied person might be a little sore, they can generally sit, lay down, or stand with minimal pain as long as they aren't straining themselves further. Just laying down hurts no matter what position I'm in, and even when I haven't strained myself I usually have to sleep with 3-5 pillows to properly support my back. When I strain myself, I usually have to find very specific angles for each part of my body to be at, and have to shove pillows, plushies, or blankets under or around limbs to keep myself as pain free as possible.
Mental drawbacks
Obviously being in pain a lot causes a lot of negative feelings. A lot of disabled people are depressed. It's incredibly isolating, knowing that a lot of people around you cannot relate to you and being either fake claimed or shunned for your disability. Even when you make friends, they're easy to lose. I've lost plenty due to my frequent cancelling of plans or not messaging/calling back because I sleep so much. The friends that I have kept have had to learn to live with the fact that we don't see each other often, or that they have to make the effort to come see me or have to ensure their plans aren't taxing for me. I've also had a lot of internalized ableism. I've convinced myself that I'm exaggerating, that other people deal with pain so why can't I deal with mine? I've avoided making plans because I don't think it's worth the hassle to have to cancel, even if it wouldn't be hard.
Okay I think I'm out of things to say!! I can elaborate on most of these things if you need! I've been in a lot of disabled communities, so I have a decent amount of knowledge on a lot of issues, especially social ones :))
Making an AU where Edwin has incomplete paraplegia and chronic pain, pls lmk if you have any details that would make my writing 4 it better!!!đđđ
#disability#disabled#disability representation#chronically ill#writing disabled characters#writing tips#chronic pain#chronic illness#snail.rb#snail.chatters#snail.scribbles#<- sure why not#we can have my writing tag. as a treat
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just some 𼼠related sillies i've made for that fic we all know.
#durarara#izaya orihara#shizuo heiwajima#shizaya#a cheap imitation#i made a thing#i've been holding off on posting these here for so long whoops#i'm so shy... check out my lemonade guys#i've been very motivated to make various things for this fic as a result of this book club i've been hosting for my friends#i actually made the first image (not the video) like two years ago?#back around when i first read the fic and started being annoying about it to my friends#never posted it though because the shizuo i drew was ugly!!!#and the shizuo i drew for the second image this time around is still ugly!! unfortunately :(#well anyways if it isn't clear the images are both for chapter 19 while the video is for chapters 28 to 29 and a little bit of 30 lol#also i know izaya's actual problem isn't fucking shizuo but kissing him lol but it was funnier to keep it like this#you can check out more of this deranged behaviour over at my twitter of the same name#i know not everyone wants to go there though especially with the current situation...#so i'll try to bring over the more memorable stuff to post in batches over here which i think is the stuff i did any art for#since i've made a lot of multimedia type things dedicated to particular chapters as âmarketingâ for my friends#but i'm not sure they'll make much sense out of context so#my plan is to compile all of everything i've made for the fic during the book club into a powerpoint that i'll try to keep for posterity#because ngl i feel i went kinda hard with certain things that maybe only two people will appreciate#but i'll do it for those two people out there#also it's a whole book club for aci!!#*i'd* want to see what some random people have been up to with a book club for this fic#be the change you want to see in the world#side note i wonder if having so many fucking tags on your own post is a bad look...#idk it's so much clutter but i have too many things to say!!#i look back at my own previous tags and i physically can't bring myself to read them ahhhh#i hope anyone's enjoying them anyways
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and if all the people who told you one day it won't hurt all the time and there will be a sunny day and you will be able to notice how beautiful it is were right. what then.
#the number of times over the last week I've nearly burst into tears because I realized I was experiencing joy untempered by sadness!#for the first time in so so long! It's over two years since I've been this at peace!#only by the grace of God am I still here at all#and I don't know I guess I just got used to being miserable but now I'm getting reacquainted with joy.#she's a good and loyal friend and I've missed her dearly.#I think the most peace I've known was on Sunday#It was the two year anniversary of the single worst day of my life#And two years out....I didn't feel like mourning. There's still a sense of loss but what God has given me instead is so much better.#I'm in such a better place mentally and emotionally and even physically with just being safe and being in school and doing well in classes#And I have friends I trust and love and who love me and a balance of work and rest that I never thought I'd have#And in class today we were talking about generalized anxiety disorder which I believe I used to have and...probably don't anymore#Like I used to spend so much time and energy just worrying and then also trying to avoid anxiety attacks and I just...don't anymore#It's been such a slow process and there are of course good and bad days and weeks but overall my brain has healed so much#and realizing that was wild#on healing
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life is too short I wanna replay SO many video games
#can you believe ntwewy is two years old?? i wanna replay it#hell we're coming up on the game's announcement trailer's third anniversary. i remember that day vividly#meanwhile i recently replayed pokemon oras and enjoyed it. been a long time since i enjoyed a pokemon game#i wanna go back and finish my now about five year old file on heartgold. idk why i stopped on the eighth gym#so maybe I'll do that next#i also wanna play xenoblade 3 before much longer but first i wanna replay the first game#sometimes i work on the last achievement i have yet to achieve in rdr2 and that always makes me wanna replay it#i beat it once and got to 100% completion and restarted it twice since then but kept stopping when i got to the latter half lol#anyway i gotta finish totk at some point. got distracted bc genshin updated and then my friend started playing it#so we're playing together all the time lately whenever I'm not at work or drawing or reading#OH MAN and I've been listening to kh osts lately. and i keep thinking. what if i replayed literally any of those games lol#augh I'm just over here chewing on video games like a beaver at 5x speed
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I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:
Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.
The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.
The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.
The logo is đ which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.
Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.
The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.
Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".
He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.
This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.
Edit to add further developments:
Yes, this is all real. Check the notes and people have pictures. I understand the skepticism because it feels like a joke, but to the best of my knowledge, everything in the above is accurate.
Microsoft also owns the trademark on X for chatting and gaming because, y'know, X-box.
The logo came from a random podcaster who tweeted it at Musk.
The act of sending a tweet is now known as "Xeet". They even added a guide for how to Xeet.
The branding change is inconsistent. Some icons have changed, some have not, and the words "tweet" and "Twitter" are still all over the place on the site.
TweetDeck is currently unaffected and I hope it's because they forgot that it exists again. The complete negligence toward that tool and just leaving it the hell alone is the only thing that makes the site usable (and some of us are stuck on there for work).
This is likely because Musk was forced out of PayPal due to a failed credit line project and because he wanted to rename the site to "X-Paypal" and eventually just to "X".
This became a big deal behind the scenes as Musk paid over $1 million for the domain X.com and wanted to rebrand the company that already had the brand awareness people were using it as a verb to "pay online" (as in "I'll paypal you the money")
X.com is not currently owned by Musk. It is held by a domain registrar (I believe GoDaddy but I'm not entirely sure). Meaning as long as he's hung onto this idea of making X Corp a thing, he couldn't be arsed to pay the $15/year domain renewal.
Bloomberg estimates the rebranding wiped between $4 to $20 billion from the valuation of Twitter due to the loss of brand awareness.
The company was already worth less than half of the $44 billion Musk paid for it in the first place, meaning this may end up a worse deal than when Yahoo bought Tumblr.
One estimation (though this is with a grain of salt) said that Twitter is three months from defaulting on its loans taken out to buy the site. Those loans were secured with Tesla stock. Meaning the bank will seize that stock and, since it won't be enough to pay the debt (since it's worth around 50-75% of what it was at the time of the loan), they can start seizing personal assets of Elon Musk including the Twitter company itself and his interest in SpaceX.
Sesame Street's official accounts mocked the rebranding.
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Hey, so, Patreon is lying to you about Apple forcing their hand.
Patreon is getting rid of 1st-of-the-month/per-creation billing, claiming a new decision by Apple has forced their hand. This will hurt a lot of creatives, and their excuse is bullshit. Allow me to explain.
In 2018, Patreon tried to impose a new ill-considered fee structure on everyone that would have cost creators a lot of smaller pledges. They ended up apologizing for this profusely; they have now deleted this apology from their website and unfortunately I was unable to find it on the Internet Archive. This was shameful, but to their credit they backed off quickly when things got ugly.
Back in 2021, Patreon discussed plans to force all creators into a rolling bill structure and get rid of first-of-the-month/pay-up-front billing. The community once again very decisively shouted them down, and they had to walk it back again. This whole fiasco damaged the already shaky trust between Patreon creators and staff.
This week, Patreon announced that, along with extra fees, Apple's policies were supposedly forcing them to move everyone over to the rolling fee structure that they first tried to get us to agree to in 2021. Patreon will tell you they are not happy about this. As a person who spent a long time watching Patreon make terrible decisions, I can tell you-- they are probably very happy about this, because it's exactly the smokescreen they needed to do what they've been trying to do for years, which is pull ALL Patreon creators away from 1st-of-the-month and per-creation billing.
The spin in the news I've seen so far is "Apple bullies Patreon, boo hoo hoo poor Patreon". This is very obviously not what's happening. Mind you: Apple does suck, and they are doing something bad here. Fuck apple. But Patreon and Apple are BOTH the asshole in this situation; Everyone Sucks Here. Patreon has options: they can make the iOS app a reader app and do billing through the browser to avoid the restrictions and the extra fees (Netflix and Amazon, notably, both do this), or they can allow creators to opt-out of iOS billing if they want to use billing models that don't work with it.
It seems most likely to me that the Apple situation is a real fire that Patreon has chosen to use as a convenient smokescreen to do what they've been wanting to do since at least 2021, and maybe since 2018.
What do we do?:
They have a feedback form specifically about this.
They also have a creator discord.
And they have lots of social media pages where they probably really, really hope that this doesn't blow up again, because they never learn. The incidents I've described here aren't the only two other times Patreon has pissed off their creators. They know if they don't contain the noise it'll be harder to get away with it, so make some noise. They've done a lot of work to spin this cleverly so you'll have sympathy for them and they won't get the kind of backlash they know they deserve.
Please don't misuse these links and make threats or spam or something. All you have to do is give well-reasoned feedback. Patreon hates feedback. Make sure they get a nice heaping helping of their least favorite vegetable.
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So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.
This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,
"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."
I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.
"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."
And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.
"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."
Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.
"But you look good. So, eh!"
And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.
George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.
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#hey y'all#sorry I haven't been as active as usual for these past two-ish weeks#i've been going through it#the guy i've been seeing lost interest in me i'm almost 100% sure#like we hung out twice last week (4/18 and 4/20) and it was only to see that movie and we played pool at our campus rec center#and he hasn't reached out to talk since last sat. i've been the one to reach out. I feel like i'm watering a dead plant.#he's been slow to respond with short curt messages if he responds at all#and the last time he texted first was 4/23 at 1 am bc he wanted to sext. made me feel kinda yucky. i havent seen him in person since 4/20#he said was busy this past week and that he wouldnt be able to hang - but it does only take like 2 seconds to send a quick text yk?#i just. am fucking heartbroken. I got too fucking attached.#and today was our campus's biggest âblock partyâ event of the year and he is just. partying with god knows who doing god knows what rn#and he's literally going to Spain to study abroad in may and is going to Princeton in the fall for grad school (very far from here.)#so I know the next time I see him will be the last time ever. i wrote him a long ass letter explaining all my feels and saying goodbye#i've cried everyday :( i'm so sick of feeling like this.#can't wait for this semester to be over.#personal
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i've always known - satoru gojo
[ satoru gojo - f!reader ]
⧠summary: you'd known each other since childhood, growing as close as two people could grow. there was not anything you didn't do together. but life doesn't always cooperate, creating hurdles even for the most tightknit relations ⧠cw: [MDNI] childhood best friends, afab!reader, college au, fluff!!, ofc some angst sprinkled in here, mentions of underage drinking, swearing, arguing, slightly ooc satoru maybe you be the judge, jealousy, poorly written eventual smut (be patient), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, no use or y/n ⧠word count: 17.0k (yikes sorry)
ââË・â
You were six years old when you met him for the first time.
âBe nice and say hi, sweetie,â your mom spoke softly, only making you squeeze her hand harder and hide behind her.
âHi,â you said more quiet than a whisper, if that was even possible, looking at the two strangers that had made themselves known.
But it wasnât the unknown woman that had you so nervous, she seemed kind enough. It was the little boy next to her, a mop of crystal white hair hanging above his piercing blue eyes that were staring directly at you. With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie, he flashed you a toothless grin.
âHello, Iâm Satoru,â his tone chipper, almost like the line was rehearsed. You only stared at him with eyes big as globes before turning towards your mom again.
âMooom,â you nagged, pulling at her sleeve. âCan we go back inside?â
âIn a minute,â she reassured you before turning towards the strangers. âIâm sorry, the moving has been a lot for her,â she chuckled nervously, but the unknown lady only smiled at her.
âOh, donât worry about it,â she laughed kindly before turning to you. âIâm sure weâll get to know each other with time.â She shot you a friendly wink, but you only shrunk further being your momâs leg. Instinctively, she began to rub comforting circles on your back.
âWe have no doubt,â she answered for you.
Still feeling Satoruâs eyes on you, you turned to him again. Instantly your eyebrows narrowed in annoyance, not understanding why he was still staring at you, like you were some kind of weirdo.
âI really came by to invite your family over for dinner tomorrow. Wish you welcome to the neighbourhood.â Your mother instantly beamed at the request.
âThatâs so nice. Weâd love too, right honey?â Shifting the focus to you again. You only shrugged, not daring to look away from the strange boy.
âGreat. Just drop by anytime after five and weâll be home.â The genuine smile only amplified the womanâs already gorgeous face.
Your mom broke the intense staring competition you had with Satoru with a slight shake of the hand. âWhy donât you tell them your name?â
Looking between the two strangers standing on your porch, you shyly mumbled your name, earning you another smile from the boy. What was his deal?
ââË・â
âWhy donât you show her your room, Satoru?â The man you assumed to be his dad had said nearly the second your family had stepped into their home.
Youâd given your parents a pleading look, begging them to come to your rescue seeing as you were already attending the dinner against your will. With stern glares, you knew you had no choice but to follow Satoru.
With a safe distance behind him, you reluctantly followed him up the stairs, which lead to a door at the end of the long hallway. He was clearly a well mannered kid, surprising you as he actually held the door open for you to enter first.
Small steps lead you into his bedroom and your eyes instantly grew big in awe at the sight of the huge bedroom. It was probably twice the size of yours, filled with all the toys you could imagine. Strengthening your envy was the queen sized bed in the corner of his room, because you had always been told that big beds like that were for grown ups only.
But what captured your full attention was the bookshelves in the opposite side of the room filled with manga from the floor to the ceiling. Shuffling over to them, you let your eyes travel over the familiar titles, spotting all your favourite stories.
âAre all of these yours?â You asked, turning to see him already looking at you with his hands in his pockets. He simply nodded, a proud smile plastered on his face to reveal deep dimples on each side of his face.
Unfair, you thought to yourself. What you would give to have stacked shelves like that, so youâd be able to pick up a new manga the second youâd finished another one.
âHow old are you?â The random question made you turn to look at him again, his pride shifted into curiosity with his head tilted.
âSix.â He instantly scrunched his nose, seriously unhappy with your answer.
âHmm,â he scoffed, looking down at his feet. His reaction couldnât help but offend you, crossing your arms over your chest and sticking your bottom lip out in a dramatic pout. ââS not fair,â he mumbled as he kicked his feet.
âWhat isnât fair?â You whined, drawing his eyes back to you.
âWell, Iâm eight,â he complained, but that alone didnât explain his tone. âSo why are you taller than me?â Blinking at him in surprise, a small giggle began to take over your grumpiness. âItâs not funny!â
If your parents had seen you giggle in response to someone clearly upset, you would have earned yourself a strict scowl and a lesson when you got home. Lucky for you, they were downstairs mingling with their new neighbours, so the childish giggle came bursting out of you, causing your to slap both your hands over your mouth to contain yourself.
He knew you were teasing him, but he found himself enjoying the sound of your laugh a little too much to stay upset, his shoulders sinking and eyebrows raising in delight. A subtle blush dusted over his cheeks when he began to think he might just be a little smitten by you already.
Nonetheless, it was the start of your friendship. Throughout the dinner, the two of you held a never ending conversation, which surprised your parents considering how hostile youâd been to even the idea of getting to know the young boy next door.
Both of you put up a fight when it was time for you to leave once the clock had passed nine on a school night. You eventually had to settle for seeing each other again tomorrow. Still so excited to have a new friend, you couldnât help but tell your parents everything you and Satoru had talked about.
âAnd he even said I could borrow his mangas if I wanted to!â
âThatâs great, honey, but you really have to go to bed now!â Your mom chuckled as she followed you into the bedroom and tucked you in. âWhy donât you tell me the rest tomorrow, hm?â You nodded eagerly, before she placed a sweet kiss on your cheek and wishing you good night before leaving your bedroom with the door slightly ajar.
You wanted to drift into sleep, but you couldnât find it in your body to rest. So like so many other nights, you walked over to your shelves to find something to read. You didnât manage to get that far, when something outside your window caught your eye. Curiously making your way over, you climbed up on the stool, only to be staring right at Satoru standing in his own window directly across from yours.
It didnât take long for him to spot you, instantly waving at you with his entire arm. With the same toothless grin youâd been greeted with the previous day, you waved back at him immediately before climbing back into bed more than satisfied.
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You were ten years old the first time he got grounded because of you.
Over the years, youâd just grown closer and closer for each time you hung out, which was pretty much every day. It was just a given that you would see each other at one point or another throughout the day. And if, for some odd reason, you hadnât gotten the chance to meet up, you would catch up in the evening from your windows.
There was not a doubt that you two had become best friends. His house felt like a second home, nearly spending more time there than your own home.
Sadly, Satoruâs classmates didnât think it was cool for him to hang out with someone who was ten. Unlike them, you were a child⌠and a girl, which meant you brought cooties
âWaiting for your boyfriend,â a taunting voice cooed as it gradually came closer, capturing your attention to meet three boys you recognised from Satoruâs class.
âNot my boyfriend,â you mumbled to yourself, not wanting to give them the attention they so desperately wanted. Turning away from them, you tried to ignore their rapid approach. But before you knew it, they had you surrounded.
âYou know, he doesnât really like hanging out with you.â Glaring daggers at the boy standing right in front of you, you chewed the inside of your cheek in an attempt not to let him get to you. âHeâs got better things to do than hang out with stupid girls.â
You tried to cling onto the advice your mother had told you time and time again; if you donât have anything nice to say, donât say anything at all. But in this moment, that seemed like the worst possible advice. Why should you just stand there and take it when they were throwing all these mean words at you?
âYouâre just upset you canât get anyone to talk to you!â Your voice was venomous, but it didnât seem to have any affect on him as they only snickered in response.
âThink youâre funny?â
âJust leave me alone!â You fired back, challenging his patronising look at you. For a few seconds, he held your stare before he launched forward and yanked your manga right out of your tiny hands. âHey! Give it back!â Despite being as tall as the dumb boy, he managed to keep it just out of your reach, no matter how far you tried to stretch for it.
âIâm just having a look,â he laughed as he began to recklessly flip through the pages. From each side of you, you could hear both of his friends laugh to egg him on.
Panting and whining, you tried to reach for your book, but froze in place when you heard the sound of paper ripping. Staring at the manga in his hands, you saw how he had started to tear crumbled pages from the spine. With fake sincerity, he squeaked a small âopsâ and continued to laugh. Unable to peer your eyes away from your favourite manga in pieces, the tears began to well up in the corner of your eyes. âAwe, are you crying?â
The tears didnât have time to fall, when a familiar figure came zooming in front of you and crashing into your bully, instantly knocking him to the ground, causing him to scrape his knee. While he kept squirming on the ground, Satoru instantly snatched the book from his hands.
âI told you to leave her alone,â Satoru growled at the boy as he stumbled back on his feet, blood steaming through his torn jeans. His brows were narrowed in pure anger, telling you he was about to retaliate towards your friend, but Satoru sported a stern posture and a look that one would be stupid to defy.
Soon enough, it seemed like the pain set in after a few seconds, and the anger in his eyes turned glossy, trying to hide the fact that his bottom lip was quivering and his nostrils were flaring like he was about to cry.
Satoru shot an ugly glare at the two other boys, who didnât seem sure what to do with themselves. âYou want to taste the gravel as well?â Satoru threatened, the three boys sharing a worrying look. It didnât take long before they decided to scatter with their tail between their legs. The boy whoâd ruined your book, trying to conceal a limp but failing terribly.
The second they had their backs turned to you, Satoru turned his full attention to you with a softened expression, genuinely worried. âYou okay?â He hurried to ask, scanning you from top to toe to see if there were any visible injuries. However it was only your pride, and your manga, that was wounded.
Looking down at his hands, the tears came back right away at the scene of the mangled book.
âIâm fine,â you said under your breath, eyes still glued to the manga. Struggling to find the right words to comfort you, his eyes jumped between your glistening eyes and the torn book in his hands.
âI have this one at home! You can have mine, I never liked it anyway,â he rambled as he began to wave the book around, growing more uncomfortable as he saw the small tears roll down your red and puffy cheeks. âAnd donât worry about them! Theyâre just stupid! And jealous. And, and-â his frantic words stopped in his throat, forming into a nervous lump when you flicked your eyes up to meet his.
Despite the redness in them and the sniffling of your nose, he couldnât help but think you looked pretty. Which only made him feel even worse, that someone could be so cruel to you.
You shrugged your shoulders slightly, wiping away the snot and tears from your face. âThank you for stopping them.â In defeat, you grabbed the manga out of his hands and stuffed it into your backpack, not caring if you ruined it any further.
âCâmon, letâs go home.â He placed a friendly hand on your shoulder, and you began to walk home like usual.
The walk home was mostly quiet, Satoru not daring to say anything, not knowing what to say. He wanted to help, make you feel better, but all the things that popped into his head just felt like it wouldn't be enough. So when you reached your house, you simply waved him goodbye before disappearing.
Once he entered his own home, his parents were on his neck instantly. They were furious, because theyâd received an angry phone call from a distraught parent explaining how Satoru had purposely attacked their son.
Satoru had tried to explain the situation and defend himself, saying he couldnât just let them pick on you like that. Somehow, the heroic gesture didnât seem to outweigh when the kid had walked home with a bloody knee, bawling his eyes out.
âYou never resort to violence, Satoru,â his father had yelled at him, before they told him he was grounded for a week. Satoru was speechless. He had never been grounded before, and he didnât understand why he was being punished when he firmly believed he had done the right thing.
Unable to defend himself further, he stomped to his room and started his homework like he had been told to do. He didnât get much work done though, as he mostly moped the entire evening, neurotically tapping his pen against the textbook.
You, much like Satoru, spent the entire evening in your bedroom. For the first two hours, you just laid in your bed, sulking. Eventually you wanted to talk to someone â not just someone, Satoru. You made your way to the windowsill, waiting for him to show. And you waited. And waited. And waited some more.
It wasnât until you were about to head to bed you saw his silhouette cracking open the window slowly. Jumping up, you opened your window immediately. âIâve been waiting all afternoon!â
âShhh, you gotta keep it down,â he said softly, barely able to hear him. âIâm not allowed to talk to you right now.â
You raised an eyebrow in confusion. âWhat? Why?â Leaning forward in the window frame, resting your head on your forearms.
âIâm grounded,â he shrugged, checking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one came to check in on him.
âFor what?â
âBecause I shoved him. He ran like a crybaby, making it seem worse than it was.â He rolled his eyes dramatically, so incredibly frustrated by the outcome.
âReally? I can explain what happened to your parents-â he waved his hands out the window to stop you.
âI tried. They were quite upset. But itâs no big deal. Itâs just a week.â
âSo, I wonât be able to see you for a week?â You complained, to which he only looked at you with big eyes. It hadnât really hit him that he wouldnât be able to hang out with you while he was grounded, which only made this terrible situation even worse.
Pursing his lips in thought, he opened his mouth again to speak. âGuess weâll just have to be sneaky with window meetings at night,â he laughed, making you laugh along as well.
âI guess so.â
âI gotta go to bed before mom and dad finds me talking to you,â he sighed. âSo, guess Iâll talk to you tomorrow night.â Before he managed to shut his window, you called his name again.
âHey, Satoru?â Looking back at you with big eyes, you swallowed the lump in your throat. âThank you for today. It really meant a lot!â
Looking at your glowing gratitude, he did not regret his actions for a single second. He even knew, should the opportunity arise, he would not hesitate to defend you again. Heâd risk all the punishment in the world if it meant having you looking at him like that again.
âGood night, âToru,â you smiled sweetly, his heart doing a small flip at the sound of his new nickname.
ââË・â
You were fifteen years old when Satoru finally grew passed you.
And once he passed you, it seemed like he never stopped. It wasnât just you he passed, it was all his peers as well. And as he grew, so did his ego to match it. Of course, this also resulted in him endlessly teasing you.
âImagine you used to be taller than me,â he laughed and placed his hand on top of your head.
âYeah, and youâre the only one who cares,â you sighed, swiftly removing his hand from your head.
This all happened about the time you started high school, something Satoru had looked forward to since he himself first started high school. It finally gave you a chance to hang out during school hours, as youâd mostly been restricted to your classrooms in lower grades. He was also excited to introduce you to the small life he had there, which previously had been separated from you.
There was no doubt that Satoru Gojo, along with his small crew, were insanely popular. They basically ruled the school and they all welcomed you with open arms.
So, by association, you too became popular.
You fitted into his group perfectly, getting along with both Shoko and Suguru pretty much right of the bat. So he shouldnât really have been complaining â except for the unforeseen circumstances that came with other people finally noticing you.
Ever since you were young, you hadnât made a huge number of yourself, remaining somewhat anonymous, happy doing your only thing. Satoru had basically been your only friend. He knew he could never mention it to anyone, but he really enjoyed having you all to himself.
So when he noticed all the lingering looks you received just walking down the hall, some unfamiliar anger began to take shape in him.
Pretty much from your first day, he was bombarded with questions from his classmates. Whoâs your friend? Is she single? Why arenât you dating her? Will you introduce me? It got old real fast, and Satoru only found himself growing more and more frustrated by it, coming up with silly excuses to lead them in the opposite direction.
âYeah, no, sheâs- uhm, sheâs single but her dad promised her a car if she doesnât date âtil sheâs eighteen.â
They all gave him the same weird look. âIf youâre seeing her, just say so.â
âNo! Weâre just friends!â He always rushed to defend himself, which always earned him a roll of their eyes before they shrugged off his weird behaviour. Lucky for him, his reputation saved him from anyone pushing it any further.
Despite his best efforts to keep guys at bay, there were still a few headstrong individuals who didnât care about Satoruâs lame excuses or status, they still tried to pursue you. So to fend them off, he had other ways to make you seem unapproachable; excessive physical touch.
You never thought twice about it, as he had never been a stranger to physical touch. It wasnât unusual for him to throw his arm over your shoulders when walking, or fidget with your fingers when he needed something to stimulate his agitation. Youâd gotten so used to it over the years, that youâd simply grown accustomed to it.
After a while, most of the guys in school seemed to get the message that you were off limits. The hassle of his consistent protection for you combined with his position in the school, it just wasnât worth it â that was ignoring some of the most persistent seniors, but he only found their attempts amusing as you so obviously found them disgusting.
Nonetheless, with time he could deem himself satisfied with the lack of male attention you received.
âSo youâre joining us this weekend right?â Suguru, one of Satoruâs close friends, asked during lunch. You only narrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. What you didnât notice, was Satoru sitting beside you, furiously trying to stop Suguru from explaining further, glaring at him and waving his hands like a maniac.
âWhatâs this weekend?â
âSatoru didnât tell you about the party?â A taunting smirk danced on his lips as he completely ignored Satoruâs disappointed glare. When you turned to question him, he immediately wiped off his disappointment and flashed you a shy smile.
âParty?â
âYeah, I wasnât really planning on going so,â he shrugged nonchalantly, trying to regain his âcoolâ act.
âThatâs not what you told us yesterday,â Shoko scoffed, a smirk matching Suguruâs plastered on her face.
It was in moments like these, you became incredibly aware of the age difference between the two of you. Sure, it was only two years, which youâd never thought much of â until you started high school. His interests and desires skewed in a more mature direction, which you werenât necessarily ready for. It had become a lot more usual for him to go out with his friends during weekends. Even though he usually returned home early and met you at the window, it still sucked.
Did you want to go to the party? No, not really. But if you were being honest, you were absolutely terrified of Satoru slipping away from you if you werenât able to keep up with him. Besides, you only felt guilt at the thought that he might have changed his mind about going because of you. So what harm could it do to attend, even if it was for just an hour?
âI mean, if you want to go,â you trailed off, wanting so much to seem natural about it all. âI donât wanna stop you.â With a small shrug, you were almost certain to managed to seem casual.
âSo thatâs a yes?â Shoko cheered quietly from the opposite side of the table.
âI guess so,â a small chuckle leaving your lips.
Satoru, on the other hand, wasnât as excited about you joining them as his friends. Nervously bouncing his leg under the table, he began to imagine all the things that could happen. He tried to tell himself the main reason he was so upset about the whole thing was that he was concerned something bad might happen, but in reality, he hated the idea of an arena for random dudes to hang over you all night.
You interrupted his spiralling when you suddenly raised from the table. âI have to run by the library before class,â you sighed before you rushed off, Satoruâs eyes never leaving you until youâd left the cafeteria.
âWhat is your deal?â Shoko laughed, drawing his attention back to the table. âSince when do you turn down a party, even if you leave after an hour?â
âI donât know, just donât think itâll be her scene, thatâs all,â he excused himself, picking at his food, suddenly not having an appetite anymore.
âI know you two, like, grew up together or whatever, and you have this strange need to protect her, but sheâs able to take care of herself. Youâve seen how she talks to Fushiguro,â she laughed again.
âItâs not that,â he sighed, avoiding making eye contact with his friends.
âYou remember what it was like to be a freshman. Things like these are exciting,â Suguru shot in. Satoru simply shrugged at his comment. âLook, weâll all keep an eye on her. And you donât drink anyways, so youâll be more than sober enough to make sure sheâs okay.â
âYeah, whatever,â Satoru mumbled and stood up from his seat, still not looking at them. âIâll see you guys later.â
And before you knew it, the weekend came rolling in and you found yourself clutching onto Satoruâs arm for dear life, scared youâd lose him in the crowd.
âWe can leave if you want to,â he leaned down to say nearly the second youâd entered the house.
âNo, no. Itâs fine. Letâs just⌠find Shoko and Suguru.â
It was a lot to take in. People singing and dancing, chugging drink after drink. But your nerves calmed down when you felt Satoruâs strong hands squeeze yours in reassurance. And once you found the others, your body just felt a lot more at ease. It didnât take long for you to actually enjoy yourself, even though you decided to stay away from the alcohol, at least for this time.
What wasnât as enjoyable, was all the female attention Satoru received throughout the evening. It was no secret he was a popular guy, girls lining up to talk to him. But when it came to the girls at school, they mostly just gawked and giggled while he innocently entertained their interests. No, these girls were different. They had clear intentions of taking it further, giving him looks you did not appreciate.
And it bothered you. Oh lord, how it bothered you.
Sitting so close to you, his leg pressed up against yours, you sadly got a front row view of when the girls leaned over and batted their long eyelashes at him, flashing him seductive smiles. You were beyond uncomfortable, trying to look anywhere but scene taking place mere inches from you.
You had no reason to be upset â you were only friends and youâd only ever been friends. Never had the idea of anything else crossed your mind, but you hadnât ever witnessed ladies glue themselves to him like this before.
âHey, you okay?â Satoru interrupted your thoughts, turning over to see he was focused on you, the girl at his side quirking an eyebrow.
ââM fine,â you mumbled, a small smile drawing at your lips. He scanned your face, taking a deep sigh in thought, reading you so clearly.
Out of nowhere, Satoru jumped up from his seat, holding his hand out for you to grab. He wore that award winning smile of his as he opened his mouth, âcome on.â
A smile grew on your face to match his as you eagerly let him pull you off the couch before he playfully threw his arm over your shoulder, leading you out the living room. As you walked, you swore you could hear the girl he talked to earlier scoff.
âHow does ice cream sound to you?â Looking down at you as he shielded out the tight crowd as he lead you out the door.
And as the two of you left the party, there was laughter on your lips and a genuine, special joy in your eyes you seemed to have reserved only for each other. Shoko and Suguru, however, kept a confused eye on you as you exited the house.
âIâll never understand them,â Shoko shook her head, before turning to look at her friend who seemed just as frustrated by you and Satoru as she was. âI mean, theyâre clearly into each other, right?â
Suguru exhaled sharply through his nose in what sounded like it was supposed to be a chuckle. âItâs weird if they arenât.â
âWhen he talked about her before, I just figured they were best friends, like he said. But after meeting her and seeing them together-â
âNo, I agree,â Suguru laughed before she was able to finish her sentence. âIâve never seen âbest friendsâ act like they do.â Shoko nudged his side with her elbow to bring his attention to the girl Satoru had flirted with seconds before he had just stranded her alone on the couch, to see she was pouting, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the door like she was waiting for him to return.
âNeither has she,â she laughed.
ââË・â
You were seventeen years old the first time you had your heart broken. Really broken.
Standing outside your boyfriend â no scratch that. Standing outside what was now your ex boyfriendâs front door, you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened, silent tears falling slowly down your face.
It had come out of no where. Yesterday, everything had seemed fine, and now he had suddenly come to the conclusion that you were no longer a good match? It made no sense.
Shaking your head as you took a deep breath, you knew there was only one person who might be able to help you feel a little better. Not to mention, he was probably the only person in the universe right now you could stand to see at all.
The fifteen minute walk from where youâd just had your heart stomped on to your neighbourhood had never felt longer. The silence that filled the dark and abandoned streets was numbing, leaving more room for the self deprecating thoughts to fill your mind. What had you done wrong? What could you have done differently? Was there someone else, someone prettier and funnier than you? Had you not been dedicated enough?
Despite the insane sadness that filled you, you thought if it were to happen, this weekend was probably the best timing, seeing as you wouldnât have been able seek comfort had it happened any other time. Having taken a gap year after high school to earn money, Satoru worked a lot but he had for once gotten a weekend off. And his parents were out of town on some conference, meaning there was no risk of either of them opening the door to greet your grief struck face.
Soon enough you found yourself in front of the familiar front door, a tiny lump forming in your throat as you placed three soft knocks on the door. Before you knew it, Satoru stood right in front of you, his initial reaction of joy melting away once he processed you were upset.
âWhat happened?â His voice was so soft, eyes filled with worry.
âCan I come in?â Your voice was barely louder than a whisper.
âYeah! Of course.â He stepped aside, letting you pass him and enter his home. âYou want anything? Is this like an ice cream kinda situation, because I think we have some cookie dough flavoured in the freezer.â
A broken chuckle slipped out of you, followed by a sob. âNo, thank you, Iâm fine. Just needed to see you,â you sniffled furiously.
âYeah, sure.â Without saying another word, you simply helped yourself up the stairs and to his bedroom. His eyes never left you as you carefully sat down on his bed and he sat down on his desk chair.
Uncomfortable wasnât necessarily the word heâd use for seeing you like this, because it had happened before â just not very often. Youâd always been a quiet charmer, if there was a way to describe it. Out of the two of you, heâd always been the loud and outgoing one, but he definitely saw you as the one who spread the most joy to those around you, a natural sense of cheerfulness radiating from you. Not to mention you were usually the one who stood for the comforting and advice, meaning he was at a loss on what to do.
âWhat happened?â He asked carefully.
âWe broke up.â The words left you so quickly and easily, Satoru had to blink a few times to realise what youâd just said. âOr he broke up with me is probably more correct.â You avoided his gaze, staring directly at your hands tucked between your thighs, the tears leaving dark circles on your jeans.
âI thought things were going well.â
âSo did I.â You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, still sniffling like crazy. âI know you never liked him and didnât get along with him but I really liked him, y'know?â
A pang of guilt came crashing in over Satoru. He hadnât been subtle about his dislike for your boyfriend, and it started before the two of you even became official. He did not miss the opportunity to throw a snide comment about him when you brought him up or constantly quarrel on the few occasions they were in the same room. But he couldnât help it.
Satoru had been so focused on all the guys lining up for you in school, he hadnât even thought of the boys that might find their way to you from elsewhere.
He still remembered the evening you came home from work at the coffeehouse, such a sweet smile on your face and a blush across your nose when heâd met you at the window that night. So giddy over this cute boy whoâd chatted you up and ended up getting your number. Had Satoru known then heâd break your heart this badly, heâd tried harder to shut it down.
âI know I gave him a hard time, but I know you liked him,â he tried to comfort you. âAnd Iâm certain he cared for you too. Itâs hard not to.â
âUrgh, Iâm such an idiot,â you cracked, hiding your face in your hands as the sobs just tumbled out in one steady stream.
âHey,â Satoru said, rushing out of his chair to crouch in front of you. Tenderly he grabbed ahold of your wrists to remove them from your face, carefully trying to dry the tears away. âYouâre not an idiot, okay?â
A small scoff made its way out of you between the sobs. âIâm not even sure he ever cared about me.â
When your name rolled off his tongue with more compassion than youâd ever heard from him before, your eyes snapped up to meet his. âListen to me! I am certain he did. I know what you dedicated to that relationship, and heâd be crazy not to care for you. Not just crazy, but a damn magician as well because itâs genuinely impossible. Believe me, I know.â A small smile grew on his lips when he heard he was able to draw a small chuckle out of you. âYouâre not an idiot. You just have a big heart. And heâs the idiot if he thinks he should let it go.â
He dried what seemed to be one of your last tears with his thumb, before tucking some of your hair behind your ear. His caring gaze traveled your face, taking in every detail he could when the memory from when you were kids popped into his mind. Just like that time, looking at you all red and puffy, he again found himself thinking you were pretty. Not just pretty â beautiful.
âThank you, âToru,â you whispered.
âAny time.â
âCan I stay here tonight?â
âScandalous,â he said dramatically, earning him another shy smile from you. Both of you knew you didnât have to ask, having slept over hundreds of time throughout the years.
âWho knew you were so good at this,â you smiled weakly as he stood up to go get the extra duvet he had in his closet, which was basically just an extra duvet for you.
âPfft, I am Satoru Gojo after all. Is there anything I canât do?â He flashed you a proud grin, instantly rolling your eyes at him.
âYouâre not the greatest cook last time I che-â before you were able to finish your sentence, a pillow came crashing into your face. A lighthearted giggle escaped you, and again Satoru felt his heart flutter a little, so pleased heâd managed to brighten your terrible evening a little bit.
âWatch it, sweetheart, or Iâll have you sleep on the floor.â
âYou would never,â you smiled before grabbing one of Satoruâs t-shirts, like you always did, and headed for the bathroom.
Once you met your reflection in the mirror, your eyes grew as all the signs of tonightâs sorrow was incredibly visible on your face. And to think Satoru had seen you like this, knowing heâd tease you endlessly about it once things settled down and you could laugh about it all.
Your eyes were swollen from all the crying, mascara lines down your puffy cheeks. Still sniffling, you cleaned your face, dabbing a hot cloth in hopes you might redeem some of your dignity as you washed away your heartbreak. Looking in the mirror, a sigh left you knowing that this was probably as good as it was going to get. At least you didnât have makeup smeared all over your face anymore.
Shuffling back into his bedroom, wearing his t-shirt nonetheless, a small lump formed in his throat at the sight of you as he had to fight the urge to let his eyes indulge in your entire figure. What was going on? A million times had you spent the night, and a million times had you gone to bed wearing his shirt, yet tonight felt different. He felt there was something in the air that had shifted, but it went unsaid. So without another word, he simply made his way passed you and to the bathroom. You, on the other hand, paid no attention to his odd behaviour, simply laying down on the bed on the side closest to the wall, your side.
Despite not picking up on his averted gaze, you too sensed there was something in the atmosphere that seemed different than usual, but you couldnât quite put your finger on what. You could easily just blame the breakup, which was definitely lingering in the air, but you knew that wasnât quite it either. There was something in the tension that you felt were directly connected to Satoru.
When you felt his weight press down on the bed next to you, you reactively turned to look at him, surprised to see he was already laying on his side looking right back at you. Staring deeply into your eyes, you felt as if he was trying to tell you something but you couldnât make it out.
Same went for Satoru, as he felt it deep down that there was something he needed to tell you but he had no idea what it was, only that it weighed heavier on him now that the evening had been so emotional and raw.
ââToru?â
âHm?â
âWhat was it about him you didnât like?â Satoru couldnât help but smirk somewhat shamefully.
âItâs not important,â a slight chuckle slipping out of him.
âWith a smile like that, you have to tell me.â Satoru readjusted his head on the pillow, ending up even closer to your face than intended but neither of you pulled away.
âWell, I like it best when I have you to myself.â
âPlease,â you scoffed, tucking one of your hands under your cheek, carefully tilting forward a little. âThatâs ridiculous, even for you.â
âNo, Iâm serious,â he gave you a sweet smile. âWeâve been so close for so long, itâs weird suddenly having to share you.â
You took a deep sigh, your heart skipping a small beat at his answer. âWell, I had to share you first.â
His eyebrows instantly pinched together into a frown, a humorous smirk on his lips. âExcuse me?â
âSo youâve forgotten when you first started high school? It was always âSuguru thisâ and âShoko thatâ.â
âThatâs not the same,â he mocked you.
âHowâs that not the same?â Offended at his disregard for your experience of him suddenly having a bigger social circle, you knew it was all in a playful manner.
âBecause-â was all he managed to get out before you noticed his eyes betraying him as they quickly glanced down at your lips, before looking back into your eyes. Drawing a sharp breath, you swore you might be able to spot a strong blush heat his face, but it was too dark to tell for sure.
He exhaled a shaky breath, which you felt brush against your face making you realise just how close you were to each other.
All the hairs on your body stood up when you felt his light touch brush against your arm that was resting between you. Was this weird? You didnât know. It wasnât like it was the first time heâd touched you like this, so what was making tonight so different?
One slight movement and your noses would grace against each other. He could do it, he could just tilt his head forward and his lips would connect with yours and he was certain it would be delicious. Your eyes had captured his gaze, and he felt as if he could stare into them forever-
No, stop!
You flinched at his sudden movements when he pulled away to turn around, with his back facing you.
His heart sunk into his stomach, mentally cursing himself now that he wasnât facing you anymore. He couldnât believe he had actually wanted to kiss you, his best friend. It wouldnât be right, especially not tonight when you were as vulnerable as you were. Heâd be a complete asshole to take advantage of that. Not to mention how embarrassed he would have been in the morning when you werenât trapped under the haze of heartbreak and would have realised how much of a mistake it had been.
âGood night,â he said in his usual, cheerful tone and the curse was broken.
The next morning, youâd woken up to an empty bed, much like you always did when you spent the night. What was out of the ordinary, was seeing him in the kitchen in full swing serving pancakes and ice cream calling it âthe breakfast for breakupsâ.
You couldnât tell if you were hurt or not by how he was acting, as if last night never happened. Was he not going to mention how close the two of you had been to locking lip? He simply went about the morning, just as happy as he always was.
And never brought it up.
ââË・â
You were eighteen years old when you and Satoru fell apart.
Satoru had left for college, and at first youâd been so lost on what to do. For the first time since you were six, he wasnât immediately at your side.
You remembered the day he left so clearly, clinging on around his neck, refusing to let go because you didnât want him to get in his car and drive off, unsure when youâd see him again. When the two of you eventually managed to break the hug, you heard a not so subtle sniffle and spotted faint redness around his eyes.
âDonât tell me youâre crying, âToru,â you teased in between your own sniffles.
âYou got me there,â he said with a sad chuckle slipping out, surprising you that he didnât even attempt to fire back, just surrendering to his emotions. âGonna miss you.â
âGonna miss you too,â you whispered in response. Not much more was spoken before he drove off, like it all was just too much for either of you to talk about.
The first few days you didnât do much else than lay in bed and wait for him to call, like he promised he would. And exactly at 8 pm, your phone lit up with his name where he told you all about how hectic his days were â and he wasnât sure if heâd be able to have daily calls anymore once the semester started for real.
âNo, of course. I mean, I go back to school soon too so.â
And as the time went on, the calls got more and more rare. From every day, to three times a week, once a week, until you were lucky it happened every fourteen days.
Even though you hated it, you couldnât blame him. Of course he was busy, he had an entirely new everyday life filled with classes and new people. And when he did make time for the phone call, you couldnât help but feel genuine happiness when you heard how excited he was about all of it. But you knew you couldnât keep sitting around sulking as you waited for his call. You decided you had to be okay without him.
It was your senior year after all â it was your time to shine, and you were still with the popular crowd even though Satoru wasnât there anymore. Now you finally had the opportunity to get to know them better.
Turned out you had more in common with them than you thought, getting particularly close with the girls of the group. And it was refreshing to have girl friends, who seemed to match some of your interests in a way Satoru never managed to. Your horizons just expanded, your schedule packed nearly from morning until night. Not to mention your weekends were also busy. The parties you and Satoru usually left early or skipped all together, had become fun.
This weekend was no different. Sitting at your vanity doing your makeup for the evening when you heard your momâs voice yell from downstairs. âThereâs someone here to see you.â
âJust send her up,â you yelled back. But when you turned around to face who you thought was your friend who was coming to get ready with you, your jaw dropped at the sight of the tall figure standing there instead.
âHer? Not the last time I checked,â Satoru smiled.
âOh, my god, âToru!â You squealed in excitement, running at him as you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, smiling even harder when he hugged you back just as firmly.
When he let you down, your eyes was instantly drawn to his. Itâs been so long since youâd been able to stare into those captivating, blue eyes, and now you melted having them look down on you for the first time in months. Now that you were finally able to see him again, to touch him again, it hit you like a semi truck just how much you had missed him. You even found yourself getting a little emotional, blinking away the wetness in your eyes.
âGod, donât wanna ruin my makeup,â you laughed.
âI was just about to say, you look great,â he said, unable to peer his eyes off you, because âgreatâ was an understatement.
âWhy, thank you,â you beamed at him, a smile stretching from one ear to another.
âGoing somewhere?â His eyebrows narrowed, letting his chipper composure slip for just a second but he quickly tried to shake it off.
âYeah, thereâs a party tonight. The groupâs going, but I can cancel if-â
âNo, of course not. Iâm home all weekend.â There was a slight twinge in your heart, disappointed that he didnât have the guts to accept your offer. There was not a single ounce of doubt that youâd drop the party for him in a heartbeat â you had after all longed for him to come home to visit since the second his car had driven out of view the day he left.
âWell, maybe you could come along?â You suggested, grabbing his hands in yours.
âI just think Iâm going to stay home with my parents tonight,â he swallowed, giving you a weak smile.
He knew he should have just taken you up in the offer to ditch the party, but he didnât have the heart to, especially when you were all dolled up for the evening already.
All heâd looked forward to was come home and hang with you and catch up all night, never falling asleep because he had missed your voice so much. But he knew that eventually, the guilt would eat him up, hogging you for the night when you were supposed to be somewhere else.
Now he had to sit at home, alone and bored, because he had lied when he told you about his parents, seeing as they werenât back in town until tomorrow. He knew he would spend the night miserable, but it would beat having to tag along at your heels to a party he didnât want to attend in the first place and witness how close youâd gotten to all your new friends while heâd been away, still preferring to have you to himself.
âWill you at least stay until I leave? And then Iâm all yours for the whole of tomorrow?â For the time being, he managed to let his blues slip away, especially when you gawked at him with a sparkle in your eyes and an infectious smile.
âOf course.â His eyes followed your cheerful walk back to your vanity as he sat down on your bed. Once seated, your conversation flowed like normal, as if no time had passed at all since the last time you saw each other. He told you about classes and how much more difficult it was now, especially seeing as he wasnât the biggest fan of studying.
And he knew he should be excited when you told him everything about your new life. How youâd finally taken the time to get the know the rest of the group and how great they all were, how fun you had it with all of them with all the stuff you guys did in your spare time, but heâd be lying if he said it didnât sting. He felt as if he was missing everything, losing the spot he used to have with you, replaced by his old friends. He knew it was unfair to think that way, but but there was no stopping his doomed spiralling.
âOh, and thatâs probably her coming now!â You perked up when footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The next second, a girl he knew used to be in his friend group stood in the doorway.
âSatoru? What a pleasant surprise,â she beamed at him, and guilt hit him when he couldnât even remember her name.
âYeah, just home for the weekend,â he smirked at her.
She flashed him another smile before turning to you. âYou ready?â
âJust about,â you sighed. Quickly, you grabbed your purse and skipped over to Satoru. âSee you tomorrow, okay?â You said cheerfully as you placed a quick peck on his cheek before running out, leaving him standing alone in your bedroom.
He stared dumbfounded at the empty space you occupied just seconds ago, still surprised by the kiss as it was something completely new. Was that something youâd picked up from the group? Did that mean you went around kissing everyoneâs cheeks? His mind ran crazy with questions, all making him equally jealous.
ââË・â
âPick up, pick up, pick up,â you whispered into the phone still ringing. It was the third time you had tried to call Satoru and he still hadnât picked up, which was incredibly unlike him. He always picked up almost immediately, especially when you were calling.
âHey,â you finally heard him sigh on the other end of the line.
âThank god you answered,â you said, teeth chattering in the freezing cold. âCould you please, please, please pick me up?â
âYou okay?â There was a hint of worry in his voice, but you had a sneaking suspicion he was trying to conceal it.
âNo. Or yes. Or I donât know, but Iâm cold and I need to go home!â Another sigh.
âWhere are you?â
âYouâre my angel,â you breathed before giving him the address.
âIâll be there in fifteen.â Before you managed to say goodbye, Satoru had already hung up. You stared blankly at the phone for a few seconds in shock of his abrupt ending, but right now, you were too cold to ponder any further on his behaviour. Tightly having folded your arms around yourself and rubbing your legs together, you desperately tried to get some heat in your body.
Finally, you saw the familiar car pull up in front of you, a sigh of relief leaving your body once you were greeted by the hot air as you sat down in the passenger seat.
âYouâre really a life saver,â you spoke as you leaned your head back on the headrest, waiting to meet his eyes but he never turned to look at you. His eyes were glued to the road, a tight grip on the steering wheel as he kept chewing on the inside of his cheek. âYou okay, âToru?â
ââM just fine,â he answered simply, still fixated on the road.
âThen why wonât you look at me?â You snorted, which made him quickly turn his head to give you a cold glare before looking at the road again.
âHow come you were standing out in the cold all alone?â When he didnât acknowledge your question further, you just fell back into your seat again and decided not to take it any further.
âYou donât wanna know,â you sighed, staring out the window.
âNo, Iâm curious.â If his tone told you anything, it was that he was pissed. You just hoped it wasnât directed at you.
âI was kicked out.â
âWhat, too drunk to be in the house?â His comment caught you off guard at it seemed nothing but spiteful. You flipped your head to look at him again, only to see he was still unwilling to look at you.
âDo I seem too drunk to you?â He only shrugged, knowing the answer was ânoâ. âIf you wanna know, I-â you stopped yourself from finishing, too embarrassed to utter the words.
âDonât get shy on my behalf.â
âI was about to sleep with someone, but after we undressed, something came over him and he just threw me out,â you complained, crossing your arms and staring at the road like he had earlier.
âYou what?â Satoru exclaimed, and now he finally decided to shoot you a glare. âWho?â
âDoes it matter?â You shrugged, avoiding his gaze which you knew was just purely judgemental. It seemed he was more upset about the part where you were going to sleep with someone than the fact that you were literally thrown out, which only ended up fuelling your own anger.
âWho was it?â He repeated sternly.
âJust some guy I met there, I donât know,â you shrugged, and instantly a loud huff left Satoru.
âWow,â he said in utter disbelief. âSo this is who you are now.â Finally turning to look at him again, your face hot with anger, you saw his eyebrows were raised in frustration and his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNever knew you to be someone who just spread your legs for anyone.â You gaped at him, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.
âStop the car,â you managed to force out somewhat calmly through gritted teeth.
âIâm not stopping-â
âStop the fucking car, Satoru,â you practically yelled at him, startled when he suddenly slammed the breaks. Once the car had stopped, you didnât hesitate to unbuckle your seatbelt and scramble out of the car, hearing him call your name before you slammed the door shut after you.
With your arms wrapped around yourself, you started to walk down the street in the direction of your house, knowing you were still pretty far from home. But you knew you were too furious to get back in the car with Satoru.
âCome on, get back in the car,â Satoruâs voice complained down the street.
âSo you can slut shame me some more? Think Iâll pass,â you shouted back. It took only a second until you heard the car engine shut off before hurried footsteps against the wet pavement made its way over to you, Satoru positioning himself right in front of you.
âFine, sorry, please get back in the car,â he said disingenuous, scowling down at you with his hands in his pockets.
âYou expect me to accept that apology?â You scowled right back at him.
âStop acting like a brat and just-â
âBrat? Really?â You interrupted him, raising your eyebrows at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it just as quickly with a deep sigh. âThought so.â Keeping your mean glare at him, you tried to walk past him, but he surprised you by taking a strong grip of your arm.
âSo is this like a weekly occurrence now?â You forcefully pulled out of his grip.
You simply shrugged while trying to find the right answer, wanting to keep your own anger in check even though you felt you were close to boiling over. âI mean, thereâs something happening every weekend but that doesnât mean I always participate.â He only scoffed, turning away from you and looking around the street. âWhat?â
âSo now youâre just this crazy party girl that sleeps with anyone thatâs available?â
You truly couldnât believe it was Satoru saying these words to you, your best friend in the entire world. The person youâd known most your life, who knew your every deepest, darkest secret and had never judged you in the slightest â suddenly throwing mean words right to your face like you were just some nobody.
âLike youâre one to talk! You flirt with any girl that has a pulse, and not just in school. Remember, you went to parties too and enjoyed wallowing in the attention of anyone whoâd give it to you!â
âI never liked going to parties. I still donât,â he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âGlad to see some things hasnât changed, unlike the fact that youâve turned into an asshole,â you spat at him, trying to walk away again, but he yanked a hold of you once more.
âWell, Iâm not the only one who has changed,â he said in a low voice, giving you a stern look through his eyebrows.
A light laugh of disbelief escaped you, the tears quickly starting to well up in your eyes. Was this really the same person youâd physically been unable to let go off five months ago? The one person you believed could never intentionally hurt you the way he was now?
âThatâs what this is about, isnât it?â Flickering between his eyes, you knew youâd caught on. âDid you really think I was going to sit around and wait for you?â
âI certainly didnât expect you to go and replace me the first chance you got.â
âReplace you?!â You exclaimed before the entire sentence had left his lips.
âYes, replace me!â He fired back, his tone more angry than he wanted it to be, because sadness was all he truly felt.
âSo you havenât gotten any new friends at university?â
âThatâs different-â
âOh my god, Satoru,â you moaned in frustration, your hands rubbing your face. âI am so tired of you saying it is different for you! Youâve done that for years.â
Satoru had his hands deeply tucked in his pockets, his shoulders up to his ears with tension. He was already filled with guilt for talking to you this way, something heâd never done before. Then again, he couldnât remember having this many negative feelings regarding you running wild in him.
âItâs baffling to me that youâre actually saying all these things to me, like it isnât you that keep postponing our phone calls.â You said, your tone transformed from anger into the sorrow that had taken residence in you instead.
He breathed your name, almost like he seemed disappointed in a way. âClasses are riding my ass.â
âYou donât think I know that?â You fired back immediately, your tone remaining calm as you continued to hold back the tears. âBut truth is, it has caused you to not make time for the phone calls.â
âYou canât expect me to be able to make time-â
What seemed to be the mix of a sob and a scoff parted your lips, cutting him off. It was like talking to a brick wall, because it felt like nothing you said reached him.
Had he always been like this? Too wrapped up with his own idea of being right that he took no regards for your opinion? If so, how had the two of you managed to go all those years without you properly realising it?
âIf you havenât been paying attention, itâs not me thatâs had too many expectations, but you!â
His head fell back, retrieving his hands from his pockets to fold them over his chest. As his entire posture turned loose, you couldnât bare to look at him when the first tear fell. He just seemed to be so sick of this conversation â sick of you â an idea that made you want to throw up on the spot.
âYouâre being unreasonable,â he said in a low voice, as if he knew he was in the wrong but too stubborn to back down. Heâd already been so cruel, a part of him feeling like he had already gone too far to double down now.
âIâm being unreasonable?!â You snapped, walking right up to him, now close enough to feel the heat radiate off him. âYouâve got to be fucking kidding with me?â
Never in a million years could you have predicted your favourite person in the universe to speak to you this way, biting your head off for simply living your life. But it went deeper than being upset about you going to some random party. It seemed like he truly disliked the person you were right now, and nothing had ever hurt you as much.
âFor the record, I did wait. So many nights I just sat in my room, staring at the damn phone, waiting for you to call.â You were sobbing now, all restraints of your tears out the window. âBut I think youâre not half as busy with your studies as you claim to be, but very busy making new friends, which is why itâs nothing but cruel of you to go at me like this!â
âYou always do that!â He snapped, causing your sobs to halt for a second, eyebrows quirking up in surprise. âYou always assume these things about me, paint me out to be this specific person without having all the facts.â
âI know you better than I know myself, for fucks sake! You hate to work, avoid it for all that itâs worth, and now youâre trying to tell me you work so hard?â Silence. âAnd youâve always loved attention. You feed on it, and every single living person on this planet canât help but just give it to you! Iâm willing to bet my last dime youâre surrounded with all sorts of people just fighting for your time!â
Without stuttering, you fired shot after shot, feeling bad even though every last word of it was true.
The reality of the fight washed over you, knowing youâd never fought like this before. A friendship spanning twelve years was doomed to have some disagreements along the way. And with both you and Satoru having such strong personalities, there had been quite a few. But never had either of you ever turned mean, like right now, no matter how serious the argument had been.
âDespite what you might think, Iâm not one of your silly school girls who just follow you around to stroke your ego. Iâm my own person, always have been. And Iâm sorry youâre pissy about the fact that Iâm doing fine without you here and Iâm sorry that the image you had of me is finally shattering.â
You felt youâd gotten what you had on your mind off your chest, and all that fell out of you now were uncontrollable sobs. Not only were you absolutely devastated, but you were scared. The person that stood before you didnât feel like someone you knew, meaning you had no idea what might come out of his mouth next.
âThink I see you clearer than ever.â
Sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you tried to choke back your sobs, not feeling he was worthy of hearing the affect he had on you right now. You slowly began to nod your head, looking about for a few seconds before you simply began to walk away without saying another word. And this time you didnât feel his hand grab your arm.
The second your head had hit the pillow after youâd gotten home, you erupted into loud, unruly sobs, that even managed to wake your parents. They stormed into your room, beyond scared something was terribly wrong, and your mom managed to pull your head into her lap, stroking your hair in an attempt to get you to calm down so youâd be able to tell them what had happened, but to no prevail. While she desperately tried to hum you to peace, your dad stood watching in anguish as he had no clue what to do in order to help.
Eventually, the sobs wore you out to the point where you fell asleep in her lap.
Waking up the next morning, youâd felt like it had all been just a horrible nightmare, and in just a few minutes, Satoru would stand at your door, so excited to just do absolutely nothing with you like you had planned.
But you sat in your bed and stared at the door, waiting for him to show up but he never did. When you became restless, you paced around the room, daring to glance out the window in hopes youâd spot him sitting by his windowsill. But here too, you were left disappointed. No Satoru shaped silhouette made himself known, and at some point during the day, he had shut the blinds without you noticing.
Two days later, your mom came into your room and asked why Satoru had left to go back to university already when you guys hadnât hung out yet.
ââË・â
You were twenty years old when you started university.
After a therapeutic gap year of working and travelling, you were finally ready to go back to school, excited to see what the life of a university student was all about.
So far it all seemed to go as smoothly as one could hope for â moving in and setting up in your small dormitory, putting in a lot of effort to make it a space where you could feel at home. Signing up for classes and getting all the books you needed was easier than expected, some kindhearted strangers more than willing to help you get it all right. And lastly, finding your way around campus wasnât nearly the issue you thought it would be. You easily manoeuvred your way around the grounds, quickly coming across spots you could picture yourself just hanging out.
You were more than prepared by the time the first class rolled around, entering the huge auditorium, nervously walking down the stairs and sitting down in an available seat in one of the rows closer to the front.
Suddenly it began to dawn on you that you were actually in university, working your way to a future career like youâd always talked about. All your hard work in school, your academic achievements, finally paying off, letting you be in environment of equally dedicated individuals.
However, even though your peers seemed to be on the same level as you academically, you got the impression they had excelled passed you socially already. As you let your eyes roam the crowd, you noticed how people had already made friends and even formed groups, greeting each other with warm smiles as they sat down together.
You didnât have the chance to brood about it for too long, as a roaring voice spoke up from the front of the classroom, drawing everyoneâs attention to him, the chatter quickly quieting down. The assertive figure introduced himself before heading straight into the plans for the semester, asking if anyone had any questions. While a few students raised their voice, you just desperately wrote down everything being said, just in case it might be useful somewhere down the line.
âI look forward to teach you this introductory class in education. Iâm sure youâll make great teachers one day,â he smiled. âBefore we get started, thereâs someone Iâd like to introduce. I have the privilege of being assigned a TA this semester â come on up.â
Everyoneâs eyes followed the professors gesture towards the person whoâd just gotten up from his chair by the exit. All the air was immediately sucked out of your lungs when your eyes landed on the one person you hadnât expected to see.
âGood morning everyone,â he said in his characteristically suave voice, hearing the girls in the auditorium instantly begin to whisper amongst them at the sight of him. âIâm Satoru Gojo, Iâll be the professors teacher assistant this semester. Any questions you might-â
The words instantly died in his throat when his gaze landed on you, tensed up in your seat. He could almost see you shiver under his intense glare.
Nearly two years had passed since the last time he saw you, and not a day had gone by where he hadnât cursed himself for how he treated you that night. He regretted it all, but hadnât been able to bring himself to face you and apologise, even though you more than deserved it.
Eventually, the days just passed him by and it felt like an injustice for him to just jump into your life again so he decided not to, which resulted in the most miserable two years of his life.
You wanted to look away, but the shock of seeing him again had taken over your body, holding your attention hostage under his drilling blue eyes.
Heâd let his hair grow a little longer, which suited him, even though he didnât need it to improve his looks. It also seemed to have bulked up a little. Not much, just enough for you to notice as his navy, button up shirt hugged his arms in a way his clothes never had before.
âMr. Gojo?â The professorâs voice broke his stare, bringing him back to real world and acknowledging all the faces staring at him.
âYeah, sorry-â he cleared his throat. âAny questions you might have, donât hesitate to come to me,â he stuttered over his sentence, shooting you quick glance even though he tried to keep his attention on the crowd.
With a shy smile, he made his way back to his seat, his eyes once again finding you as he was seated. You shrunk in your seat, your entire body on fire from having his eyes observe you for the first time in so long, sure youâre heart might actually stop from the stress.
Throughout the entire lecture, you both kept stealing glances from one another, an unspoken sensation filling the air between you, like you both could feel how badly youâd missed and craved the other the period youâd been separated.
His eyes carried the same weight they always did when looking at you, uncomfortably restless in your seat, fidgeting with the paper of your notebook and trying to keep the tapping of your foot to a minimum. When your eyes werenât automatically drawn to Satoru, you peeked at the clock hanging above the whiteboard, begging for time to pass so you could storm out of the classroom and finally be able to breath properly again.
You were sure the seconds lasted longer now than normal, but the lecture finally ended and you instantly began to gather your things, shoving them in your bag as quickly as possible. Daring to shoot Satoru another look, you were glad to see heâd been surrounded by students (mostly girls), hindering him from making his way to you â or so you thought.
âI have a meeting to get to,â Satoru lied, looking at you packing up your stuff before rushing up the stairs towards the auditorium exit. âBut hereâs my email. Just⌠send whatever questions you might have and Iâll answer as soon as I have the time.â It didnât seem like anyone picked up on the fact that he was lying through his teeth, but they all wore a disappointed expression when he began to push his way through the crowd, sprinting up the stairs to catch up with you.
You stopped dead in your tracks, even though you wanted to just keep moving, when you heard that silky smooth voice speak your name. You reluctantly turned around to face him, still only managing to let out shallow breaths.
âI- Uhm.â Now that he finally had your full attention, his mind ran blank and his mouth dry, in awe at your familiar eyes staring up at him, lips pressed together in a tight line. âHi.â
âHi,â you tried to reply, but barely a sound could be heard. His eyes shot to your feet, as you kept shifting your weight from one foot to the other, clearly not at ease seeing him again.
âYou look- I mean I didnât know you wanted to become a teacher,â he stumbled over his words, his hand coming up to rub the nape of his neck.
âMe neither,â it slipped out of you, instantly pinching your eyes shut when you reflected on what had left your lips. âWhat I mean is I only decided recently.â
He groaned softly, feeling like nothing he wanted to say would be enough. âYou finding university alright?â
It hurt. Holy hell, how it hurt, not to have the conversation flow as natural. Every atom in your body tried to convince you to just lean into what you were used to, resurrect the friendship just like that.
You nodded frantically at his question. âYeah, much to see.â
Clearing his throat, he gathered up the courage to ask what had roamed his mind since he spotted you at the start of the lecture. âIf youâre ever available, Iâd love for us to grab a coffee or something,â he said it so quickly you were barely able to decode what he even suggested, but once it registered, you drew another sharp breath.
âSure.â
âReally?â Narrowing his eyebrows at you, he hadnât expected you to accept so willingly. He hadnât really expected you to accept at all, if he was honest.
You didnât know if you regretted accepting his invitation so quickly, but if there was a chance heâd apologise, you wanted to hear it simply because you deserved it. Or maybe that was the excuse you told yourself because you so desperately wanted to hang out with him.
âYou havenât changed your number, right?â You shook your head. âIâll just text you.â The faintest smile grew on your lips as you simply nodded, a light blush spreading across Satoruâs face at the delightful sight.
âSee you around, âToru,â you said out if habit, quickly turning around and walking away so he wouldnât be able to see that you too were blushing, regretting the use of his old nickname.
It didnât even take two hours before your phone dinged with a text from him, where he suggested a time and place.
toru <3: how about next friday after the lecture? thereâs this great coffeehouse five minutes from campus
you: sounds good :)
It seemed Friday couldnât come quick enough, your anxiousness building up every lecture you had together. Despite feeling like the worst of the shock had passed as you simply flashed each other a friendly smile and a small wave when you saw each other, your mind would never get peace until everything was out in the open.
And now you finally sat opposite him, a strong grip on your mug to put your nerves somewhere. Satoru was scared you might shatter it, your knuckles turning white by how hard you were clutching at it.
âIâm really glad you decided to join,â he started awkwardly.
In all the years youâd known him, youâd never had the satisfaction of witnessing him awkward. It seemed like his default setting was mr. smooth talker, always able to find the right words in order to get what he wanted no matter how unlikely it seemed. But all that was out the window, staring at you with a sense of embarrassment, looking like a scared, young boy forced to face his stupid crush, waiting to get rejected after a sorry attempt at asking for a date.
âMe too.â
âYou look really pretty- I mean, you look great. Youâve turned out pretty. Not that you were ugly before, youâve never been ugly. In fact-â
His clumsy attempt at talking to you was cute, which was all it took to start chipping away at your cold exterior, the corner of your lips betraying you as it curled up in a small smirk.
âThank you,â you said softly, his shoulders instantly relaxing.
Something about you was definitely different, but the tone in your voice made him realise it was actually you that was sitting in front of him; his best friend. There was no reason he shouldnât be anything but comfortable around you. Especially now when heâd been offered the opportunity to maybe make amends, he couldnât throw it away.
âIâm sorry,â he said genuinely. âI donât want to give you any dumb excuses, because there arenât any. Iâm sorry and you didnât deserve any of what I said to you that night.â
His voice had turned steady now, taking back the assertiveness you were so used to hearing. âIâm sorry too.â
He instantly snorted, much to your surprise. âYou have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.â He seemed to hold back a chuckle.
âWell, duh, but thought it was polite thing to say.â You were surprised by your own words, mirroring his humoured and shocked expression. Maybe he didnât deserved to have you resort to playful banter already, but it just fell out of you so naturally. âYou look great too, by the way.â
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown,â he smirked smugly, while you rolled your eyes at him.
âUneasy is the head that wears the crown,â you corrected him, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips.
âOkay, nerd.â
Your lips pursed together, unable to fight it anymore, a sweet smile hiding under the annoyed facade â and he noticed, his heart doing a full flip at finally being able to see it in person again. Heâd only been able to dream of it in the time apart, and a hope began to spring in him that finally he might get you back in his life.
And this was just the first coffee of many. It started as a weekly thing, in the beginning consisting of airing it all out in order to establish the trust again. But it didnât take long until you both fell into an old and familiar pattern.
It started with tagging along to lectures. Next thing, Satoru suggested you ordered dinner while studying, however not much studying was done. The evening was spent sitting on the floor of your dorm, stuffing your faces with take out and reminiscing of your days back in high school, talking about all the gossip and drama that went down.
There was a mutual understanding that you both had to make up for the lost time, both sad youâd wasted so long not being in contact when it could all have been resolved if youâd both been mature enough to just reach out.
But despite both of you resorting to old habits, quickly acting as close as you were back then, things had escalated.
Before, heâd simply thrown his arm lazily across your shoulders without a single thought. Now his muscular arm held a more possessive grip on you like he was preventing another outcome of you slipping away. And unlike before, you matched his energy, letting your arm slide along his back and grab tightly ahold of his waist to secure him close to you.
When he subconsciously began to fidget with your fingers, you eventually let your fingers glide between his to interlock your hands, where both of you just let them rest, his thumb softly stroking you.
And when he was gentleman enough to open the door for you every chance he got, he gawked at you with pure affection in his eyes and he sneakily let his hand rest on the small of your back as you passed him.
Neither of you ever mentioned it. You gladly just let it happen, both leaning into it, getting more and more touchy as time went on. And it didnât go unnoticed by your fellow students, ugly glares in your direction as they wondered how youâd gotten so close to the incredibly hot TA in the matter of weeks, also considering how many people he had throwing themselves at his feet.
You couldnât care less however. You were simply living in the joyful bliss of having your best friend back.
ââË・â
His jaw dropped to the floor when you stepped out of the bathroom, not even noticing his lingering gaze on you, simply walking over to your purse to get your lipgloss.
The sinfully short dress hugged your curves just right, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes darted to the knee high, leather boots that elongated your enticing legs before letting his eyes indulge up your body, tracing your exposed collarbones-
âSatoru?â Drawing his attention to your face, which genuinely left him stunned having enhanced your already beautiful features, hair tucked up messily by a claw clip. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.â
More like an angel, he thought, trying to snap out of the haze you had him under as he slowly began to approach you.
What was happening?
There was a hunger in his eyes youâd never seen before, at least not looking at you. It was like he moved in slow motion, your heart quickly picking up the pace the closer he got. âSatoru?â You asked again, but a tremble in your voice exposed your nerves. âWhat are you doing?â
A confident, on brand smirk made its way onto his face, revealing his infamous dimples as he let his hand slip to your cheek, sliding it to the side of your throat and letting his thumb draw graciously soft lines along your jaw.
âI should have kissed you that night.â
His quiet confession filled the room, having your sole focus be his eyes, those beautiful, heavenly eyes that always saw right through you. The night in question had often played in your mind, fantasising about what could have happened if either of you had decided to cross the line.
âWould you have kissed me back?â The dominance in his voice had a weird influence on you, causing your eyes to flicker away from his eyes to travel across the attractive line of his curved lips.
âWithout hesitation.â His grin widened, his thumb now moving to stroke your bottom lip. Much like that god forsaken night, he leaned forward, but this time he let his nose brush against yours, his breath brushing against your lips.
âWeâre skipping the party,â he whispered.
âDidnât wanna go anyways,â you huffed before finally being the one to engage the kiss, crashing into his lips, just as soft as youâd always imagined them to be.
Hungrily tying you arms around his neck in order to help deepen the passionate kiss, you felt his tongue slide along your bottom lip as if he was asking for you to open your mouth, to which you happily obliged.
His firm hands slid down your waist before stopping at your thighs, squeezing slightly into your plush flesh. Without breaking the kiss, you jumped into his arms with ease, wrapping your legs around his slim waist as he placed his hands on your ass, not an ounce of fear in you that heâd ever drop you.
Your hands found their way to his soft hair, instantly drawing out a soft moan from him, causing you to smile into the kiss.
âThatâs what you like, huh?â You teased, pulling away from him order to get a look at his face.
âShut up,â he chuckled before reconnecting your lips when you felt he began to walk in the direction of your bedroom.
Since rekindling your friendship, everything had moved at the speed of light. As it all had happened, youâd noticed the increased intimacy, both physically and mentally, but you hadnât wanted to assume it was anything more than just a result of missing each other.
Youâd experienced a new sensation of yearning for Satoru, one that had previously only passed you by in random split seconds which youâd always suppressed to the back of your mind. Never had you wanted to jeopardise your friendship for anything, especially for what you thought was just innocent lust that naturally washed over anyone that was in the close vicinity of Satoru.
But clearly you were wrong. Maybe there had always been a stronger desire to explore him in a different way that had just been buried because it seemed illegal. Not to forget the fact that it was being reciprocated, his strong hands exploring your body with an urgency you had never experienced with anyone before.
The meaningful and deep history only appeared to fuel the hunger you felt for one another, behaving as if neither of you had experienced the phenomenon of another personâs touch in a lifetime â and it was only specifically each other who could satisfy the need.
Still with a tight grip, he hesitatingly let you down, his hands sliding up your body to hoist your dress so it gathered around your lower abdomen. âThis dress need to come off, baby,â he breathed into your mouth as he continued to pull it up your body.
You simply lifted your arms to let him twist the dress over your head, his eyes instantly locking to your perky tits as if they were calling his name. Before he had the chance to give into the temptation of fondling them, playing with your nipples, you tugged at the bottom of his sweater. No way you were going to stand in all your glory while his clothes served as a hindrance to your desire.
Again his alluring smirk greeted you, more than willingly pulling it over his head to reveal his chiselled torso, confirming your theory that he had gotten bulkier, because you would definitely have remembered if he looked like that before.
âIs this crazy?â You asked shakily after having removed your shoes and reaching for his belt buckle. Noticing the slight jitters hiding between your excitement, he snatched ahold of your chin to force you to look at his face.
âNot crazier than the fact that I should have done this ages ago.â
Pulling your face towards him, he had you standing on your tip toes in order to dedicate as much of yourself to the kiss as humanly possible.
Once the pants were off him, your hand found his chest, fighting the urge to dig your nails into his toned pecks, guiding him backwards to sit down on your bed. With glee you straddled him, embarrassment flushed your cheeks as a needy whimper just fell from your lips when his huge bulge ended up pressing against your clothed core, an amused eyebrow quirking up on Satoruâs face.
âDamn, calm down,â he teased, your nose scrunching up to conceal the playful smile that was taking over.
âIdiot.â Grabbing his face, you let your open mouth graze against his when one of his hands palmed your clothed pussy, pulling another moan from your lips.
Without warning, he pulled your black laced panties aside, his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit. You bit your lip to choke back yet another moan. Knowing Satoru, you knew heâd forever hold it against you â how he managed to withdraw those lewd sounds from you so easily.
âSo wet for me already, sweetheart,â he panted, enjoying the view of your scrunched up face of pleasure. âCanât wait to feel you around me.â
ââToru, I-â you forced out when you felt him slip two lengthy digests inside you as he traced soft, little pecks along your collarbone that he had admired earlier. Hearing you barely able to utter his nickname mixed with the low squelching of your pussy, basically drenched already, was something he had only been able to imagine before. And god, was the real thing ten times better than his fantasy.
âGetting shy around me, pretty? Thatâs unlike you.â Again you wanted to roll your eyes at him, because he was even more cheeky when having you at his mercy than normal. But the consistent pressure on your sensitive nub along with the movement of his fingers were too much to even give that a try.
Fingertips clawing at his shoulders, slowly starting to rock your hips as you were being drawn closer and closer to the edge.
His smooth motion had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, the tingle of orgasm bubbling up inside you when he had you gasp in disappointment when you were deprived of his skilled touch.
Motherfucker.
âWhat-â your eyes fluttered open in confusion before you were thrown off his lap, landing softly on your back, sinking into the mattress. Next thing, his boxers hit the floor, exposing his already rock hard dick. Eyeing the size, his cocky personality suddenly made a whole lot of sense.
Hovering over you, he swiftly tilted your head to the side to place a series of open mouthed kisses as he used his leg to spread your legs apart, setting himself up between them, feeling his tip slightly touch your entrance as it twitched.
âI need you,â it vibrated against your skin, one arm wrapping around his back in a desperate need to feel every inch of him, while the other traveled south to lace around his dick. It was your turn to draw sounds from him, a small, satisfied giggle ringing in his ear as a reaction to hearing his pathetic whimper.
âSorry,â your giggle trailed off when he lifted his head to look down at you, the ghost of a smile on his face telling you he enjoyed the small banter during it all.
You gave him a few slow pumps, using your thumb to rub some of his precum across his tip, aligning him with the opening of your cunt as he punished you with a rough kiss on the lips.
Thatâs when you finally let go, your hand finding his back again to prepare yourself to be filled with his dick. He didnât wait to slide into you with ease, gasping softly as you involuntarily clenched around his size, trying to get used to it.
âYou okay?â He mumbled as he rested his forehead against yours. You only nodded before pulling him in for another kiss, reassuring him that you were alright and more than ready.
The line was officially crossed â no going back now. You could never go back to being just best friends, but maybe that was for the best, that maybe youâd always meant to be more. Every fibre of his being had for a long time ached to have you like this, spread out and desperate for him and only him.
At first he moved in a slow and sensual pace, wanting to be entirely sure you could take it. Eyeing your expression in awe, finally being able to be the one to make you grimace with pleasure.
âWanted this for so long,â he murmured, being driven to lose all control hearing all your sweet whimpers, occasionally mumbling his name, which had him buck his hips faster and deeper, desperate to push you to climax.
Taking every inch of him over and over, stretching around him, he glanced down to get a look of the beautiful sight, his cock moving in and out, in and out, like you were made for him.
Your nails burrowed into his back before dragging down, too dazed in the bliss of Satoruâs cock stuffed in you to care about the red lines you knew youâd created, marking him as yours. Your toes curled as he kept feeding you horny affirmations and heartfelt compliments.
âFuck fuck fuck, look at that.â
âGod youâre so beautiful.â
âTaking me so good baby.â
âFuck, should have done this ages ago. Look so pretty around me.â
âHngh, âToru,â you mewled. âIâm gonna c-cum,â you begged, squeezing your eyes shut and arching closer to him to chase your high.
âAs you wish.â Something snapped in him, slamming into you at an unbearable speed, balls smacking your ass as he kept shoving into you. You tried to make out words to tell him you were about to reach your limit, but you were too fucked out to form anything coherent, just a string of cute sounds of pleasure leaving your pretty mouth. âCum fâme.â
His simple command had you nearly scream as the sweet release washed over you, head pushing back into your pillow as he gave you the most intense orgasm you could remember. He fucked you through your high, feeling your body pressed against his until he too reached his climax, filling you with cum, a loud groan left him before his thrusts became lazy and sloppy.
He pulled out, collapsing on the bed beside you. You both turned to look at each other, instantly making eye contact. Whatever flashed between you caused you both to break into a calm laughter. Once it died down, your flipped to lay on your side and rested your chin on his shoulders.
âShould have known youâre quite a talker during sex, it adds up.â
âIs this complaining I hear?â He taunted, pinching his eyebrows together to challenge your statement. âBecause the way you just moaned my name like a slut-â
âOkay, fine, Iâll sush,â you laughed before hiding your face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Carefully he nudged his shoulder to have you look at him again, needing to take in your flushed face after it all, eyes roaming every part of it. âSo what happens now?â You breathed softly as your finger began to trace weak circles on his still damp chest.
Without thinking, he tilted your head up and placed an affectionate kiss on your forehead. âI know I donât wanna waste anymore time not being with you.â
âWe really screwed up there, huh?â As his secure arms wrapped around you to have you as close to him as possible, his chest vibrated with a low chuckle.
âNot my fault you were out and about, throwing your phone number at your customers.â
âOh alright, if you wanna blame previous conquests, then thereâs-â he instantly placed his large hand over your mouth to muffle the list of girl names you could remember him being with.
âStill such a brat-â you interrupted his insult by defending yourself the only way you could, sticking out your tongue to lick all over his palm. Before you even had the chance to understand what was going on, it backfired when he instantly rubbed his hand all over your face, smearing your spit.
âSatoru,â you squealed before you both fell into a fit of laughter again.
Well into the night, you just talked and laughed. Sharing every single moment from your friendship that might have been pent of feelings for each other, realising this was how it always should have been. Neither of you had to hold back on the affection or affirmation anymore in fear of jeopardising what you already had. If anything, the relation you already shared only seemed to further ignite what would come to be.
For the first time, you fell asleep in his arms, being his.
ââË・â
You were twenty-seven years old when life was just perfect.
âBut pretty please!â Nobara complained, hands pressed together in prayer, close to falling to her knees to beg you to do her this small favour. It earned her an offended frown from both her classmates standing on each side of her. âItâs a testosterone nightmare.â
Before you were able to give her any form of response, two lean arms came lurking around your waist to spin you around, drawing bubbly giggles from your lips.
âMy god, Satoru, weâre at work!â You managed to force out between your joy, eventually feeling your feet planted safely on the ground again. He lazily rested his arm across your shoulders, towering over the group with a content smile on his face.
âSorry, just got excited.â He placed a small peck on the crown of your head, sprinkling a tint of pretty pink on your cheeks.
Over and over youâd told him to keep his devotion to you on the down-low in public, especially in front of the students but he never managed to follow the simple request, having the two of you act like love sick teenagers. And as much as you pretended not to, you melted as much at his antics now as you did way back when, rarely putting up much of a fight to actually tone down his behaviour.
Looking at the three first years in front of you, both Nobara and Megumi had a hint of disgust at the sight of how mushy Satoru got with you, always having a desire to be in contact with you one way or another. Yuji, on the other hand, always admired the sheer transparency of the relationship.
âSo whatâd I miss?â
âNobara want me to give her private lessons because sheâs sick of you boys.â
âYoung miss Kugisaki, dare I say Iâm disappointed?â Satoru said, acting overly dramatic, sporting pinched eyebrows to have them believe he was actually hurt.
âGojo-sensei, I have reason to believe Iâll learn even more having a female teacher,â she pouted.
âOuch,â he breathed in response.
âYouâll tough it out,â you chuckled, a small thank you whispered from the tall man pressed against your side before you opened your mouth again. âI mean, think about how I have it. At least youâre only linked to him during school hours while I live with the guy. I can never catch a break-â
A grunt escaped you as the arm draped around you tensed up, pulling you into a strong headlock. Endless laughter leaving you as you so desperately tried to pull out of his grip but to to prevail, cheek smushed against his ribs.
âCan you guys believe it?â Satoru gasped before carefully pulling up his blindfolds slightly to reveal one of his eyes to look directly down at you. âMy own wife?â
ââToru!â He just smiled down at you at the happy sounds from your beautiful mouth, also amused by your weak attempt to break free from his hold on you, messing up your hair as you desperately tried to pull your head back.
âYouâre both insufferable,â Megumi rolled his eyes, just wanting to go on with his day.
âAll Iâve done for you over the years, and still you find it in you to talk to me like that,â shaking his head in faux disappointment. You were finally able to pop your head out from his grip, not at all due to the fact that he intentionally loosened his hold on you a little. A low chuckle rumbling at the sight of your pouty lip hidden behind your bristly hair.
Pushing it out of your eyes, you clicked your tongue as you turned your attention to his students again. âDonât listen to a word he says.â
âIâll have you know, Iâm their favourite teacher,â he said proudly, shoving his hands in his pockets, leaning forward a little to me on the same level as you.
âIsnât much competition when youâre their only teacher.â
âYouâre feisty today. Get up in the wrong side of the bed this morning?â
âNo, I think it might have something to do with you hogging the covers all night.â
The bickering continued, bickering only possible to come from two people whoâd been best friends for decades, eventually causing the three friends to walk away with either of you noticing.
âWipe of that grin, sir, or youâre sleeping on the couch,â you threatened, nothing but pure amusement in your tone. His fingers found your face, squeezing your soft cheeks together, causing your sweet lips to stick forward looking more than inviting. A low giggle once again harboured deep in your throat, trying your best not to let them spill.
His face came closer â oh how he still managed to have the butterflies go crazy inside after all these years never seized to amaze you, feeling the alluring look through his blindfolds.
âWe both know youâd come crawling into my arms after an a hour,â he teased, close enough to your puckered lips for you to feel his warm breath.
âNuh uh-â was all you were able to muffle out between his fingers.
âDamn, I love you,â he spoke softly before planting a kiss on your mouth, unable to hold back the smirk that grew when his grip changed to a tender cup of your cheek.
Sometimes it baffled you how you both managed to be so incredibly, deeply and stupidly in love with each other. Youâd think after all those years with so much devotion and admiration shared, you would have grown tired of each other by now.
But you guessed it helped to be best friends with the person youâd chosen to be with for the rest of your life.
ââË・â
a/n hehe this is long... this is basically a love letter to gojo after 261, where i had my heart absolutely shattered like most of us yk. ive been super motivated to write it tho so just last week i had 30 hours screentime on my notes app lol... now, ive said it before and ill say it again, i am NOT a smut writer (clearly). personally, thats the part here i like the least bc i just feel like i cant get it to flow naturally... besides that hope you guys like this
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stupid in love - psh (m)
this work contains smut - minors please do not interact
pairing. best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis. One night early on in your summer vacation, your best friend Sunghoon admits that his biggest anxiety about starting college is going there as a virgin - one thing leads to another, and you end up learning a few things from each other. The more time passes, the more obvious it becomes that your feelings for each other surpass friendship, but with the end of summer looming over your heads, it's hard to tell where these newfound emotions will lead you.
genre. best friends/childhood friends 2 lovers, summer au, lots of fluff and smut but also some angst to spice things up, when i say smut i mean LOTS of smut. like mostly smut lol (mutual first time, ice play, crazy stuff)
word count. 22.1k
a/n. bringing this one back from the pits of my google docs guys.. its been so long since i've posted anything and im not sure when the new hoon fic will be ready so i thought i'd repost an og asahicore fic!!! the title was originally 'hot like ice' but i changed it bc this is my blog and i do what i want <3 i'd also like to say that in terms of plot this is probably not something i would write nowadays, it's very smut-heavy and thats not what im about now idk i was crazy back then... but i rmb being happy w this fic and its reception when i first posted it so i'm happy to have it back on my blog and hope u guys will like it too <3 as always lmk what u think!!
It all started with a lollipop. Well, two, to be exact. One strawberry-flavored, one apple-flavored.Â
You stand in front of your friend, lollipops in hand. âWhich one do you want, Hoon?âÂ
âI donât mind, just pick whichever one you like best,â he replies absent-mindedly, eyes on the TV as he tries to find a suitable movie for this late summer afternoon.
You plop down on the couch next to him and look at the two lollipops in your hands, unable to decide which flavor you like better. âI donât know what I feel like right now,â you announce to an uninterested Sunghoon. âIâll just try both.â
That seems to catch your best friendâs attention. He watches as you unwrap both candies, tasting each once, twice, then as you decide you want the apple-flavored lollipop and hand him the strawberry-flavored one. He doesnât take his eyes off of your lips as you wrap them and swirl your tongue around the candy, letting its sweetness wash over your taste buds. You raise your eyebrows when you notice his staring and he blinks a couple times, trying to snap himself out of it. âDid you want the other one?â you ask, confused by his behavior.
âN-no, I like strawberry,â he stammers, turning his gaze back to the screen in front of you and settling for âWhen Harry Met Sally,â a movie youâve both seen a thousand times but never get bored of.
Youâre used to Sunghoon getting lost in his thoughts, so you donât question it much. You sit back on the couch, your knee touching his. You two are no strangers to a little skinship - after being friends for almost eight years, physical contact comes naturally. You have to admit that recently, itâs started to feel different; but the idea of your friendship changing tugs at your heartstrings so much that you ignore the prickles on your skin when he hugs you or the way your stomach flips when he smiles at you, dimples and sharp canines on display. You tell yourself itâs all stupid and that you can handle so much as your knees touching.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, can't. The lollipop in his mouth right now was in yours mere moments ago and youâd given it to him like sharing saliva was no big deal. He feels like a thirteen year-old for thinking like this, but this was pretty much an indirect kiss.
He stares at the TV screen, but all he can see are your perfect lips sucking that lollipop, and his mind is desperately not trying to go there, but he just cannot help himself. Blood rushes to his dick as he pictures your mouth around him, sucking him off with as much enthusiasm as you are the lollipop. Would you like his taste? Would you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, smiling even with his dick stuffed in your mouth?
His own thoughts catch him off guard, and before they can get any wilder, he runs off to the bathroom, knowing heâd never live it down if you caught a glimpse of his erection. Thankfully, you donât, and you call after him, asking if he wants you to pause the movie, to which he shouts back a strangled âno.â
He comes back ten minutes later, face flushed and breath heavy. âGoddamn, Hoon, I know weâre best friends, but if youâre going to dump a massive load, I wished you did it in your own bathroom and not mine,â you tease him, laughing as his face gets even redder and he opens his mouth to protest.
âI was just on my phone!â he replies, mildly offended.
âWhatever,â you say, still laughing, and turn your attention back to the movie.
Well. Sunghoon would rather have you think he just took a huge shit than have you know he came to the idea of you sucking him off and swallowing every last drop of his cum.Â
--
A few days later, you and Sunghoon are lying on his bed, the both of you on your backs, talking about this and that as you often do. Itâs almost 3 a.m., and it feels almost rebellious, being up this late after months of waking up at 6, but your high school graduation was a week ago and you feel like you can do anything. The dim fairy lights you forced him to put up and the bright moon outside are the only sources of light in the room, and when you turn to look at him, you can just make out the outline of his face, the curve of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw. You've looked at him a thousand times before, so your memory makes up for what the light takes away from your eyes. You shift to lying on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can take a better look at your friend. Something about the moonlight makes him look ethereal, and his beauty makes your heart skip a beat, but youâd never admit that to him. Out of habit, you reach out to touch his moles, gently placing your middle finger on his nose and your pointer finger on his cheek. Sunghoon closes his eyes at your touch, used to the warm feeling that settles in his stomach whenever you do that.
âY/N?â he calls out, just as you pull your fingers away from his moles.
âYeah?â
He opens his eyes again, meeting yours. âIs there anything youâre scared of for next year? You know, heading off to college and all that?â You shift again and lie on your back, the sides of your two bodies touching. You stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his question, and Sunghoon patiently waits for your answer.
âIâm scared about not making friends. Iâm not the least outgoing person ever, but itâs so intimidating, not knowing anyone. And itâll be weird not having you around. Shut up,â you warn before he can make an egotistical remark, so he just chuckles. âIâm also worried about the amount of work Iâll have. Iâve heard so many times that itâs a huge step-up from high school, the workload and the type of work and all that. What if I donât even like the degree that I chose? I know I can change it, but it still stresses me out. Turning 18 doesnât feel like a huge deal, but going to college does. Itâs when all the responsibility hits. My mom told me to make my own doctorâs appointment the other day, and I almost cried when I had to call them. Iâm not gonna have anyone to do my groceries for me. Iâm scared I might get an awful roommate. I hate the idea of communal showers. I donât even know what I want to do after college, and I know I have four years to make up my mind, but Iâm scared those four years are gonna flash by and Iâll be indebted and unemployed by the end of it.â You pause to take a breath, and you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on the sides of your face, but he doesnât say anything. âAlso, I heard that you put on a lot of weight during your freshman year.â
You turn to look at him to find him smiling at you. âWow. Thatâs a lot.â
The two of you giggle, eyes not leaving the otherâs. After a moment, you turn your gaze back to the ceiling and sigh. âYeah, I know. But Iâm more excited than I am scared. What about you?â
Sunghoon follows your gaze and looks up above him. He doesnât say anything for a while, and when he finally speaks up, he says it so quietly, you almost donât hear it. âIâm scared of going to college a virgin.â
You try to stay serious for a few seconds, but you canât keep your laughter in and snort loudly at your friendâs words, laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt.
âDonât make fun of me!â he whines, hands coming up to cover his face.
It takes you a while to calm down; not only was Sunghoonâs statement ridiculous, it was so unexpected that you couldnât stop laughing. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you apologize, catching your breath. âI just canât believe that thatâs what youâre scared of, of all things.â
âWhat? Itâs a perfectly reasonable concern,â he defends himself.
âNobodyâs gonna care if youâre a virgin, Hoon,â you try to reason with him, but if there is one thing your best friend is, itâs stubborn.
âIâm gonna care! What if I like a girl but I canât bring myself to make a move on her âcause I have no experience?â
âBut Hoon, chances are she doesnât have a lot more experience than you do! Sheâll be the same age we are, dummy. Weâre not sixteen year-olds jumping into a world of twenty year-olds. Sure, some people have their first time in high school, but a lot do it at university. Youâll be fine,â you reassure. His furrowed eyebrows and pout tell you heâs not fully convinced, though.
âOh, câmon! If you really want to lose your virginity before leaving, we can get you laid during the summer. Iâm sure we can find a girl nice enough,â you tease, jokingly patting his bicep, trying not to make a note of how firm the skin feels under your hand.
Sunghoon sighs, and you can tell heâs actually taking this seriously. âIâm not that desperate that Iâd have sex with the first girl that agrees, you know. Iâd still rather do it with someoneâŚâ He glances at you for just a second. âSomeone I trust.â
You feel your face heat up at the possible meaning behind his words, so you look away, not wanting him to see the effect they had on you. He changes his position on the bed, and now itâs his turn to prop himself up on his elbows and look down at you.
âWhat about you, Y/N? Donât you think itâd be good to get a bit of experience before going off to college? Itâll be one less thing to stress about,â he says, a small smirk playing on his lips, and his shy demeanor from moments prior is completely gone. Out of fear that his ego would get even bigger, you'd never tell him, but you love it when he gets like that - when he thinks heâs the shit and teases you mercilessly. You know he does it lightheartedly, and it never fails to bring a smile to your face.
Except right now it does. Youâre not smiling, far from it; youâre looking up at your best friend, mouth slightly agape and wide eyes searching for a sign that he may be just joking. He raises an eyebrow expectantly, and your reaction is to scoff at him.Â
âDo I need to remind you that youâre the reason I have no experience to begin with, Park Sunghoon?â you ask, sitting up on the bed to peer down at him. He shifts again and lays on his back, his hands coming up behind his head as he beams at you.
âAm I really?â
You wish you could slap that shit-eating grin off of his face. This is not the first time you're having this conversation. âYes, Hoon. Every time a guy was even remotely interested in me, you chased them away. Iâm still not over you telling Kang Taehyun I have smelly feet! I had a huge crush on that guy!â
Sunghoon loudly laughs at the memory, and you curse yourself for cracking a smile when you see his face scrunched in laughter. âThat was in Year 5, Y/N! Itâs been years!â
You grab a pillow and throw it at his head, unable to not laugh along with him. âWhat about Bang Yedam, then? That was only last year, and you totally ruined my chances with him!â
âListen, if you having a creepy doll collection is enough to make him not ask you out, then he must not have liked you that much.â
âBut I donât have a creepy doll collection! Thatâs the whole point!â you say, on the brink of desperation. You sigh at your friend whoâs still catching his breath from laughing so much. âYouâre just lucky they didnât repeat your bullshit to anyone. I wouldâve had such a weird reputation otherwise.â
âOf course they didnât. I told them Iâd kill them if they did,â he stated matter-of-factly, as if that was a normal and appropriate thing to do.
âCouldnât you have threatened them that way so they wouldnât ask me out instead of lying to them about me?â
Sunghoon stares at you for a few seconds, eyes seemingly empty of thought. âHuh. Yeah, I guess I couldâve done that.â
âUgh,â you groan, and plop down on the bed next to him. Neither of you says anything for some time, until you break the silence again. âYou know you even stole my first kiss, Hoon,â you speak softly.
âI know,â he says, voice just as quiet as yours. âYou never shut up about it.â
âWhy would I? I was about to kiss Lee Heeseung, of all people, the boy everybody, including me, had a crush on, but no, someone had to get between us and kiss me in his stead,â you grumble, giving your friend a harsh side-eye.
Sunghoon sighs and shakes his head as if youâre being irrational. âI donât get why youâre so hung-up on that. Why would you want your first kiss to be because of a middle-school party dare rather than have it with your best friend, whom you know and trust?â
âIt was Lee Heeseung, for Godâs sake!â
âAnd Iâm Park Sunghoon!â
Still both laying on your backs, you turn your heads to look at each other. Thereâs something in his eyes youâve never seen before that you canât quite put your finger on. The person in front of you is one youâve known for years now and yet the look in his eyes is of such unfamiliar intensity that it makes your stomach flip. You inhale sharply when his eyes drift down to your lips, and you canât help but mirror his actions. The atmosphere has flipped like a light switch; it was playful just mere seconds ago, the sound of your usual banter filling up the room. All of a sudden, thereâs something heavy dancing in the air around you, and it makes your heart skip a bit faster and your breath a bit shallower.
Your voice is barely above a whisper when you say his name.
âYeah?â His eyes snap back up to yours, but you're still stuck on his lips. Have they always looked so kissable?
âWhy did you do that? Why did you push those boys away from me?â you ask, even though youâve asked this question a thousand times before. You want to hear his answer again.
âIâve already told you. You deserved better than them.â Whenever you ask him about it, Sunghoon always stops here, and you never push. But there are unspoken words left hanging that youâre dying to hear.
âWho, then? Whoâd be better than them?â
He's quiet for a second. âItâs a secret,â he whispers finally, a small smirk teasing his lips, and you roll your eyes at him. But then your eyes meet again and your breath hitches. You shift to your side so you can face him more fully, and he mirrors your actions.Â
Itâs his turn to say your name. âY/N?â
âYeah?â
âHave you kissed anyone since?â he asks, coming off shyer than heâd intended to.
You giggle and smack his shoulder lightly. âWhy do you wanna know?â
He snickers too and, to your surprise, stops your fist from hitting him a second time, enveloping his larger hand around yours and laying it between the two of you on the bed. âCause I should know that sorta thing. Also, if you did kiss someone since then, and I didnât know about it, I'd be upset.â
âWhy would you be mad?â you say, still giggling, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat quickens when he threads your fingers with his.
âBecause you wouldnât have told me!â
âWellâŚâ
âNo way, Y/N,â he practically shouts, already feeling betrayed, his free hand coming up to grip his heart in fake shock.
âLet me at least finish first,â you protest. He obliges, although he doesn't look very happy about it. âYou know that summer 2 years ago I went away to camp?â
âYeah, worst summer ever.â
âWell, I did sort of⌠get with someone, that summer,â you say, avoiding Sunghoonâs wide eyes as he gasps loudly.
âWhat? Who with? How come you didn't tell me?â he exclaims, letting go of your hand. He sits up on the bed and crosses his arms over his chest like an annoyed child.Â
âBecause of this exactly.â
âWhatâs this?â
âYour reaction right now!â you say, sitting up as well, both of your knees grazing his. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine that you can only hope he takes no notice of.
âWouldnât you be a bit upset if I told you I âgot withâ,â he air-quotes, âa random girl two years ago?â
âNo? Especially not if it was two years ago?â
You both look just as confused as the other, obviously not on the same wavelength. He furrows his eyebrows and glares at you. âWell, I am.â
You throw your head back in laughter and place your hands on his knees, but when you come forward again, you overestimate the distance between the both of you and find yourself mere inches from his face. The laughter immediately dies in your throat, and you feel it go dry when your stunned reaction elicits a smirk from him. You donât know how long you stare into his eyes, all you know is you snap out of it when his gaze drifts down to your lips once more. Youâre closer now than you were before, and having him so close makes your mind spin with all the possible outcomes of such proximity. You lean back on the bed, pulling away your hands from his knees to hold yourself up on them.
âThereâs no reason to,â you say, hoping that breaking the silence will dissipate some of the tension in the air. You keep going back and forth between familiar and dangerous and you donât know how long youâll be able to handle that atmosphere. âItâs not like anything grand happened. We made out a bit and held hands. We never spoke after that summer, otherwise youâd have known about it.âÂ
Sunghoon lets out a low hum. His eyes are still trained on yours, and you wished heâd look away because you canât seem to do it yourself. He still doesnât say anything, so you speak up again. âYou say that like youâve never had girlfriends, by the way. Surely youâve done more than just kissing.â Silence again, and you canât decipher the look heâs giving you. âSo, I donât know what youâre so scared about, because itâs not like you have zero experience. Iâm sure the girls at uni will love you, Hoon.â
He sighs and finally tears his eyes away from yours, and youâre not sure if youâre seeing things because of how dark and late it is or if thereâs an actual blush creeping on his cheeks. âSure, Iâve had a couple girlfriends, but you know theyâve never lasted long,â he says, looking down at his lap. âWe made out⌠I guess I-â he gives you a quick glance, âIâve touched their boobs and theyâve touched my⌠you knowâŚâ
You canât help but giggle at how shy your friend is suddenly being. âCanât even say the word âpenisâ, Hoon?,â you tease, and his eyes snap back up at yours.
âOf course I can. Penis! There.â You look at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunghoon hushing you so you donât wake up his parents, but his hushes are louder than your laugh. After a couple minutes, you calm down and wipe your tears away, grateful for the break in the tension between you and Sunghoon.
âAnyway, yeah, I guess I donât have that much experience. Which is why I brought it up in the first place.â And just as quickly as itâd left, the tension is back again.
You look around the room because the weight of Sunghoonâs gaze on your face is unbearable. You release a shaky breath when you feel his gentle hand on your knee, and your eyes drift to it, but you canât get yourself to look him straight in the eyes.Â
âDonât you think itâd be good to get experience before leaving for college, Y/N?â he asks, and you can tell heâs trying to sound confident, but his voice comes out breathier and shakier than he must intend it to.
âI donât know⌠I donât think itâs necessary,â you say, eyes still trained on his hand resting on your knee. He squeezes it a bit, making you finally look up at him. Is it just you, or did the room get hotter all of a sudden?
âNot everything you do has to be out of necessity, you know.â
The both of you stare at each other for a few moments. This shift in your relationship was bound to happen; youâd been feeling it more and more recently. You didnât use to think twice about Sunghoon taking your hand in his, nor did you feel those stupid butterflies eating away at your stomach every time his gaze lingered for a second too long. Youâd tried to reason with yourself that it was just teenage hormones doing their stupid job, and that you were doomed to feel some kind of attraction for your extremely handsome best friend at some point in your life, but that if you ignored it hard and long enough it would go away.
Well, now that Sunghoonâs lips are barely inches away from yours and your skin is on fire under his hand, it definitely isnât going away.
âWhat would you do if I kissed you?â Sunghoon asks, eyes fluttering down to your lips. You think heâs looked at your lips more than the rest of your face in the past hour.
âIâd slap you,â you lie, gaze mirroring his.
âWould you really?â he says, and your hesitation makes him smirk slightly.
âNo,â you breathe out, and itâs the answer heâs been waiting for, the answer he needs to finally press his soft lips against yours.Â
You donât even have the time to savor the moment, though, because the warmth of his lips is gone as quickly as it came. He pulls back, a surprised look in his eyes, as if he canât believe what he just did. The tension above you breaks and rains down on you like small pieces of confetti that settle comfortably on your head and shoulders. Thereâs a knot in your stomach but instead of twisting your insides in nervousness, it feels warm and makes you giddy for whatâs to come next. Sunghoonâs surprised expression transforms into a grin at the sound of your laughter, and he canât help but chuckle along with you.
You scooch closer to him, and his other hand comes to rest on your second knee. You can tell heâs not going to do much more, so you lean in bit by bit, and peck him softly on the lips. You both giggle again and you blame the fact that you want to feel his lips on yours again on the late hour of the night. You peck his lips once, twice more, giggling inbetween, but when you peck them a third time, he doesnât let you pull away and keeps his lips on yours. The sudden added strength takes you aback, but it doesnât take you long to yield to his touch and kiss him back.Â
Sunghoon moves his lips slowly against yours and itâs surprisingly easy to fall into his rhythm. You donât have the most experience with kissing, but something about doing it with your best friend reassures you and your whole body relaxes as you focus on the feeling of his lips moving in cadence with yours. The knot in your stomach stays there and tightens when his hands ride up your thighs and settle on your hips, holding you snugly there. Youâre only wearing shorts and his palms against your bare skin make you release a shaky breath in Sunghoonâs mouth. You pull back for a bit, surprised at your own reaction, but nothing has prepared you for the way your best friend looks at you.
His pupils are dilated, dark; his glossed-over eyes bore right into yours. Your breath was already shallow from the kiss, but itâs his gaze that renders you completely breathless. Sunghoon tightens his grip on your hips and leans in for more, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him, making his eyes snap back into focus.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry, Y/N. I donât know what took over me. Are you okay?â he asks, as short of breath as you are, but worry laced in his voice.
âNo- Yes- I mean, yes, Iâm fine, everythingâs fine, I just-â you shake your head, trying to gather your thoughts. âIâm justâŚâ
âTell me. You can tell me,â he says, rubbing gentle circles into your hips with his thumb, and the unfamiliar yet intimate gesture makes it even harder to concentrate.Â
âWe- weâre best friends, right?â you ask, voice trembling, You ask, even though you know the answer, just because youâre afraid the line the two of you have just crossed is already miles behind you, and you wonât be able to retrace your steps.
âYeah, of course we are,â Sunghoon reassures, head tilting to the side in confusion.Â
âAnd best friends⌠Do they⌠Well, itâs normal for best friends to kiss, right?â you say, trying to calm the overpowering urge to kiss him again.
Sunghoon chuckles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âI donât know about that, Y/N.â
âOh,â you breathe.
Sunghoon quickly catches on to your hesitation. âBut who cares about what best friends usually do and donât do?â he says, holding your face between his hands to make you look up at him. âI liked kissing you, just now. I really, really liked it,â he admits, red dusting his cheeks. âDid you?â
You nod, too shy to put just how much you enjoyed kissing Sunghoon into words. âDo you want to do it again?â he asks and chuckles when you nod again, eyes already on his lips. This time, you donât stop him when he leans in and let him press his lips to yours again. His words have reassured you and you sigh into his mouth, making him smile into the kiss.Â
His hands ride up a bit and settle on your waist, bringing you a bit closer to him, and you circle your arms around his neck. The shyness of the first kiss is completely gone, and youâre both gaining more and more confidence, letting everything go and focusing solely on where your bodies meet. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and you push your body onto his, a sudden need to feel him against you, to feel his strong arms encaging you.Â
You pull away at the same time to catch your breaths, smiling at each other when you see how lustful the otherâs expression is. Sunghoonâs eyes have glossed over once more, and youâre sure yours have too. âCâmere,â he whispers, beckoning you to him. You climb onto his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. âIs this okay?â he asks, but you donât answer, you just lean in and kiss him again, holding his face in your hand as his hands roam your back over the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Your kisses are curious, the both of you trying to figure out what feels best as you tilt your heads from one side to the other and let your inquisitive hands travel each otherâs bodies. Yours find purchase in his hair, and you revel in the sighs that escape his lips whenever you pull and tug at the strands.Â
As the kiss gets hungrier and needier, his hands fall down to your lower back, and then to your ass. He just cups it for a while, but after a few moments, grabs it harder and brings you close to him, making your core rub against the hardness that had been building in his sweatpants for a while now. The friction is unexpected and you canât help the loud moan leaving your lips at the feeling. Itâs a feeling you know from your own hand in the privacy of your dark room, but Sunghoon making you feel that way is so foreign that it snaps you out of the daze youâre in.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, was that too much?â Sunghoon scrambles for words, but youâre already pulling away, and he doesnât know what to do to keep you close.
You sit back on the bed, holding your knees close to your chest. You look at your best friend in front of you whoâs looking at you with a worried expression. Something in you craves to reach a hand out to him, to feel his cheeks and jawline under your palms again, to find out if heâd shiver at your touch and if goosebumps would form on his skin. Heâs been your best friend for eight years, and youâve always thought you knew everything about him, the same way heâs supposed to know everything about you. But you realize in this moment that there are things you donât yet know, melodies to be discovered, treasures to be unearthed. Your fingertips are burning to find them all.Â
The sound of your name resonates inside your mind and it takes you everything not to fall back on him again. You furrow your eyebrows, confused by all those things youâre feeling. What was it that just took over you, that lit your insides up so?
You straighten your back suddenly and take in your surroundings. Sunghoonâs room is still the same old room youâve always known, the same blue walls, the same posters he only ever changes when he finds a new interest and lets go of an old one. The same pictures from when you were 10, 12, 15, recent ones now that youâre 18; the same figure skating trophies and medals on his shelves. You turn to look at your best friend. The same soft, round cheeks contrasted by a sharp jaw; the same almond eyes, round with worry at your sudden movement away from him; the same two moles youâve always found so comforting, for some reason. You almost reach out to touch them, to give you some sense of balance, to reassure you that things arenât changing as much as it feels like they are. But youâre scared electricity might fry your fingers if you touch him right now. Youâre scared you wonât be able to take your fingers off of him, no matter how much it stings. His face is the same as always before, but thereâs something else to it, something you could probably figure out if you spent more than three seconds thinking about it, but youâre not sure you want to figure it out.
âIs everything okay? Did- Did I do something wrong?â he asks, voice laced with concern.Â
Before he can put a reassuring hand on your knee, you get off of the bed, and hurriedly say, âNo. I just- I think I should go home.â You look everywhere but at him.
He sits up at your words, concern turned into confusion. âItâs 3 a.m., Y/N, why do you want to go home all of a sudden? Youâve stayed over plenty of times before.â
âI know, I justâŚâ you trail off, trying to come up with an excuse. âIâve got cramps. I think my periodâs coming,â you lie. Itâs better than whatever truth is threatening to bubble up.
âOh. Right.â He scooches a bit, sitting on the edge of his bed. âIs there anything- like- can I do anything?â He sighs, steadies himself. âYou donât have to go, is what Iâm trying to say.â
A few months ago, when you had finally wrapped your head around the fact that your best friend was an attractive man and that he made you feel things friends werenât supposed to make you feel, youâd told yourself it was all just a phase that would pass soon. But feelings this strong surely cannot go away that easily.
You take a deep breath in and tear your eyes away from him. âI think I should go home,â you repeat. âIâll see you tomorrow, Hoon.â
You turn around and start walking away, but Sunghoon is quick on his feet and stops you from going out the door. âDo you actually have cramps? Or are you just scared that our friendship might change?â He sounds out of breath, like asking this question is taking him all of his energy.
You avert his gaze and try to push past him, but heâs much stronger than you. Puberty sure played its trick on him. You sigh and look down at your feet. âIâm tired, Hoon, letâs talk about it tomorrow.â
But if there is one thing your best friend is, itâs stubborn. âI donât wanna talk about it tomorrow. I wanna talk about it now. Did it feel nice?â he asks, and his resolute tone of voice makes you look up at him.
âI- I mean-â
âY/N,â he starts, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in a bit, his familiar scent filling your nostrils. You have to close your eyes. âAnswer me. Did it feel good?â
âYes,â you answer without thinking.Â
âIs that why youâre scared?â
âYes.â Your eyes flutter open when you feel his fingers graze your cheek. He leans in again and traps your kiss in a much softer and intimate kiss that makes your head spin and your thoughts cloud. Before you can get carried away, you pull away again, and ignore how beautiful he looks when his eyes stay closed for a couple of seconds longer. He only opens them once you tell him once again you should go home, that you need some time to think.
âLet me at least walk you there. Itâs dark,â he pleads, his grip on your waist still tight.
âHoon, I live right next door, Iâll be fine.â You let him kiss you once more and he makes you promise to call or text him tomorrow.
When you leave, Sunghoon plops back down on his bed, arm resting on his forehead as he plays back the events of the night. Had he done something wrong? Something that made you want to get as far away from him as quickly as possible? Heâd tried to be gentle and to make sure you were okay with everything, but he couldnât help but get carried away when he heard those sweet sighs of yours. He thought he was going to combust when he heard you moan, and he wanted to hear it over and over again, but youâd jumped from him like heâd told you he had killed someone.
He hopes you were telling the truth when you said you were just scared about your friendship changing. He hadnât wanted to push and get you to stay; he knew it was weird, seeing each other in a different light all at once. He wasnât completely oblivious; heâd felt that same shift in your relationship those past few months, just like you had, although youâd never spoken about it to each other. He knew he could never go back to seeing you as just a friend when heâd jerked off one day and you were all he could think of. He kept imagining the sounds youâd make and the way your hands would feel on him, and heâd gotten so close to getting that today, but he mustâve fucked something up and now his chances were ruined. He curses himself for letting you slip through his fingers just when he thought he finally had you.
You donât get a wink of sleep that night. Your mind is reeling with everything that happened in Sunghoonâs room. Your fingers unconsciously keep coming up to touch your lips and feel the ghost of his touch there. Your skin turns hot at the simple thought of how perfect his lips had felt against yours, and you toss and turn in your bed as you consider what mightâve been, had you stayed with Sunghoon.Â
But itâs all happening too quickly, and even though youâve been curious in more ways than one about your best friend for the past few months, you hadnât expected to kiss him and to enjoy it so much on a random summer night. Your thoughts only seem to calm down and your eyes finally close just as the sun starts to rise.
--
The next day, Sunghoon wakes up in the early hours of the afternoon and checks his phone right away. A couple of notifications, but nothing from you. A text from Jake in their group chat with Jay asking to hang out at Sunghoonâs pool, to which he replies that they can come whenever. He taps a quick one out in the shower, memories of your scent and your lips on his getting him to finish quicker than heâd like to admit. Heâs in the middle of a late breakfast when Jake and Jay spawn at his door, swimming trunks already on. Still nothing from you.
It doesnât take Jay and Jake long to figure out that something is up with their best friend. Itâs not like he does much usually, but today especially, he makes no effort to entertain them. He laughs at their jokes, but it feels like he laughs because he hears other people laughing rather than because he genuinely finds them funny. He barely even reacts when the inflatable pool ball hits him right in the face.
His friends donât say anything until theyâre all seated at a table by the pool, sipping on some ice-cold Coke. The air is still warm but the sun is low in the sky, hidden behind the house. Sunghoon is still lost in his thoughts, unblinking eyes fixed on a random point in the distance. Jay and Jake exchange a look before the former breaks the silence.
âIs everything alright, Hoon? You look out of it today.â
Jayâs voice brings him back to the here and now, and his eyes jump back and forth between his two friends who are looking at him expectantly. âHuh? Yeah, yeah, Iâm fine. Just tired. I didnât get a lot of sleep last night,â he says, leaving some of the truth out, but his friends know him better than he gives them credit for.
âAre you sure? I feel like thereâs something youâre not telling us. You usually act like a little bitch when youâre tired, you donât get allâŚ,â Jake shakes his hand in front of his face, âdistant like that.â
Sunghoon bites his lip, debating whether he should tell his friends about you or not. No matter how stupid they may be, they also know both of you quite well, so they might prove not completely useless, he thinks.
âY/N and I kissed last night.â
Itâs almost comical, how Jay and Jake bring their head forward in astonishment, how wide their mouth gets, how their eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets, and how they say âYou what?!â at the same time. On a normal day, Sunghoon would've laughed.
âWe kissed,â Sunghoon repeats, eyes drifting down to the ground in front of him as he rubs his neck in embarrassment.
âFucking finally!â Jay exclaims.
âTold you it was gonna happen. No way you two were going to stay just besties forever,â Jake teases, punching Sunghoon in the arm. âHow was it?â
Sunghoon sighs and leans back in his chair, letting his head hang back. âReally fucking amazing,â he chuckles. His friends holler for him, snickering like 12-year old boys who just saw a hot girl walk past.Â
âGod, I saw this coming from miles away. I donât know why you kept on insisting nothing was gonna happen between you two,â Jake says, beaming.
âI really didnât think anything would⌠I just⌠Started seeing her differently recently, I guess.â Sunghoon shrugs, sheepishly smiling to himself.
âSo, what happened? Did you guys just kiss orâŚ?â Jay asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Jake giggles at the insinuation of sex but has a curious glint in his eyes when he waits for Sunghoonâs answer.
âYeah, um, we just kissed cause she- she sort of ran away?â Sunghoon admits, wincing at the recollection.
âYou what?!â Chaeyongâs voice rings out in the food court of the mall where youâre currently sitting, halfway through your strawberry milkshake.
âKeep it down, would you?!â you scold her, smiling apologetically to the people staring at you and your friend.
âIf it was so good, why the hell did you run away, Y/N?â
âI just- I donât know⌠Freaked out, I guessâŚâ you mumble, cowering under the harsh look she gives you.
âWell, have you talked since?â You donât reply, just guiltily avoid her gaze. âY/N!â
âI know, I know! I just⌠donât know what to do. âHey, nice making out with you last night, bit weird since weâve been best friends since we were 11, but thatâs fine, right?â Ugh! Thatâs so stupid,â you complain, flopping back in your chair.
âThatâs exactly what you should say. Going MIA on him will just make things weirder. Plus youâve never gone more than 24 hours without speaking so one of you will eventually cave in. It should be you,â she says, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as she takes a sip from her milkshake.Â
You scoff when she gives you a âyou know Iâm rightâ look. âIâll think about it on the way home and text him. There.â
And you do think about it on the way home; but you donât get the opportunity to send the text, because as soon as you get off the bus at the stop right across from your house, you see Sunghoon sitting on the bench of your porch, looking around nervously and rubbing his hands on his denim shorts. You chuckle to yourself; who knew he got so distressed from not speaking to you for a day?
He stands up when he sees you approaching and raises his hand in a quick wave. âHi, Hoon,â you greet, and you can feel his whole body relax when you hug him. So, you donât hate him, he thinks. You sit down on the bench together. âSorry I didnât text you. I didnât know what to say after⌠last night,â you admit, hugging your knees to your chest as you sit facing him.
âYeah, I figured,â he chuckles, smiling shyly at you. âI was scared youâd never want to see me again.â
You look at him with wide eyes, mildly offended, and punch his arm. âHow could you think that?!â
âWell, you did sort of run away from me last night,â he says, lightly punching your arm in return.
You tut in defeat. âI did, didnât I?âÂ
âYeah. Iâm just glad you didnât walk past me straight into your house just now.â
You chuckle and rest your head on top of your knees. âThat wouldâve been a bit much, even for me.â
Sunghoon lets out a puff of air through his nose in response, and then the two of you sit in silence. Youâre contemplating what to do next when your friend pulls you from your thoughts. âShould we, umâŚâ He shuts his eyes tightly in reflection for a second before opening them again and looking straight at you. âShould we just pretend like last night didnât happen? Would that make you feel more comfortable?â
His words take you aback and your eyes widen a bit; you hadnât even thought pretending nothing happened last night was an option, because you didnât think youâd ever be able to actually get it out of your head. Even now, if you stare at Sunghoon for too long, your gaze will naturally drift downwards or youâll get a flashback of his large hands around your waist. But apparently, if he can offer to pretend like the previous night wasnât a thing, then it must not have been such a huge deal to him. You quickly try to hide your disappointment and nod at your friend. âRight. Yeah. Sure.â
Silence makes its way between you two again. It makes the late afternoon breeze a bit chillier and the physical distance between you and Sunghoon feel much bigger than it actually is. Wanting it to go away quickly, you ask, âDo you wanna watch a movie, then?â
Sunghoonâs never looked so relieved about watching a movie, and he immediately accepts your offer. You get some popcorn ready while he searches for a movie to watch. He clicks on a horror movie that looks like itâs got a clichĂŠ storyline and awful acting, but youâre happy for any sort of distraction when Sunghoon is sitting so close to you.
You and Sunghoon always sit close-by when you watch something together, knees and shoulders brushing against each other. Tonight isnât any different, except that your skin burns everywhere it touches his. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine in his hair, and itâs so intoxicating you want to bury your face there and breathe it in.
Youâre thirty minutes into the movie and still nothingâs happened when Sunghoon puts his arm around you, letting his hand hang over your shoulder. The sudden warm contact makes you take a sharp intake of breath as memories of the previous night come flooding once again. You donât know what you were expecting, but Sunghoon simply rests his hand there and doesnât do anything more for another thirty minutes, except for squeezing your shoulder when thereâs a small jumpscare, making you chuckle at him. This isnât much more than what youâre used to with him, but knowing your friend, he must be thinking the ball is in your court. So you scooch a bit closer into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the scent of his skin even stronger now that your nose is so close to his neck. You feel his chest raise and relax as he sighs deeply and tightens his hold around your shoulders. His small reactions to you spur you on and you decide to wrap an arm around his waist and you feel him flinch oh-so-slightly at your touch in such a sensitive spot. He starts to rub circles into your shoulder and rests his head on top of yours, and your whole body relaxes into his. This is so much more than what youâre used to with him; and yet, you so readily melt under his touch.
You can barely focus on the movie because of how close Sunghoon is. When a particularly scary ghost jumps on the screen, you flinch and hide your face in his neck, and he giggles at your reaction, hand coming up to stroke your hair comfortingly. It only takes you a few seconds to realize what position youâre in, and you release a shaky breath as you slowly lift your head towards Sunghoon, only to find him already looking at you, seemingly having had that same realization. When his eyes drift down to your lips, you know youâre done for.
You call out his name, and heâs already answered âYes?â before youâve had time to finish uttering the second syllable. âI donât think I want to pretend last night never happened,â you admit, holding his waist a bit tighter.
âGood. Me neither,â he breathes out before leaning down and trapping your lips in his, the kiss releasing all your pent-up frustration of the day. The world seems to melt away with his lips on yours, the movie already long forgotten. Sunghoon pulls you into his lap and you slide your palms up from his waist, against his chest and to his shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your body closer to his. His hands are sitting on your hips, fingers lightly pressing into them and your lower back. Now that you both seem to know what you want, itâs so easy, just falling into this kiss.
His tongue darts out to lick your bottom lip and you gladly open your mouth for him, letting his tongue explore it. You havenât kissed someone like this in ages, maybe ever, but Sunghoon takes the lead and effortlessly gets you to follow his rhythm. When a flick of his tongue against yours feels particularly nice, you arch your back and press your chest into his, making him smirk into the kiss. This time, when he brings your hips down onto his, letting you feel his erection against your clothed core, the feeling doesnât make you want to run away; instead, you want to feel it again and again.
You fall into a nice pace of rubbing yourself against him, eliciting hushed moans and loud breaths from the both of you. You canât concentrate on kissing him and grinding down on him at the same time, so you drop your head down to bury your face in his neck, leaving a few pecks there but mostly moaning against his skin, enjoying how your hot breaths make him shiver.
You canât keep a whine from escaping your lips when he bucks his hip into yours and his tip brushes directly against your covered clit, instantly bringing a hand up to your mouth. âFuck, Y/N,â he breathes. âI know we gotta keep quiet âcause of your parents but the sounds youâre making are so fucking pretty. I wanna hear them over and over again.â His words make you whimper against his neck and you feel your slick starting to pool in your panties.
âH-hoon. This feels so good,â you moan, breathing warmly against the shell of his ear.
âI know, right? Feels so good,â he chuckles, hands grabbing at your ass to bring you harder down onto him. His actions are about to elicit another moan from you when, all of a sudden, a loud jumpscare in the movie makes you jump away from the boy underneath you and yelp in fear, which in turn makes him scream in surprise. You look at each other, panting and eyes open wide, hands clutching at your hearts, until you burst into laughter. The fun moment is short-lived, however, as your mom rushes down the stairs not ten seconds later, frantically asking if everything is alright.Â
You sit up straight at the sight of your mother and clear your throat. Youâre thankful for the dark of the room which hides your and Sunghoonâs swollen lips and flushed faces from her view. âSorry, mom, we were just watching a scary movie. Weâre fine.â She sleepily nods and walks back up the stairs, and when sheâs back in her room, Sunghoon and you exchange a look and erupt into another fit of smaller, quieter giggles.Â
That night, after Sunghoonâs gone home, the both of you get yourselves off in your own beds, the strong memory of each otherâs lips and hands bringing you both to your releases. Without even realizing it, you moan out Sunghoonâs name as your orgasm hits. The window from your room doesnât face his; but still, your heart is beating so loudly that youâre afraid the sound might carry from your open window to his. You get up and close it.
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Now that you and Sunghoon both know you want to kiss each other, you do it everywhere: in his pool, his back pressed against the wall; on the sunchairs when you were supposed to be drying off; on your beds in the middle of the night, none of your parents or siblings suspicious of anything; in front of your house, because even though he was supposed to just walk you home, he couldnât keep himself from tasting you one last time; in the backseat of his car after an evening with your friends and he drove you two home.
You spend a good two weeks of just kissing before your body starts to crave something more. At some point, Sunghoonâs hands resting nicely on your waist or sometimes, if heâs feeling bold, grabbing at your ass, start to not be enough anymore. You knew you wouldnât be satisfied with just kisses and sweet touches when one day, his hands slowly but surely slid up your naked belly before grabbing onto your bikini-clad breast, lighting your whole body up on fire. Heâd slipped his hand underneath your swimming top and rolled your nipple between two fingers and you had felt his dick twitch under your core when you let out a loud moan at the new yet so pleasurable feeling.
You know what it is that you want, but it makes you feel dirty. Your fingers have made you finish a hundred times before, but wanting Sunghoon to make you feel that way is a whole other story. Is that even what he wants? Would he be weirded out if you asked him about it? Is there even the sliver of a chance that maybe, just maybe, he has those same thoughts about you, and wants you to make him feel good as much as he wants to make you feel good?
If his grunts and the way he ruts into you when your make-out sessions get particularly steamy are any indication, then the answer to those questions would respectively be yes, no, and yes.Â
Youâre lying on a sunbed one afternoon, letting the sun dry off your wet skin from the pool, when you finally muster the courage to tell Sunghoon about your wishes. After all, he is your best friend, and you know you can talk to him about anything. Even when that âanythingâ involves his fingers inside of you and his dick in your mouth.
âSunghoon?â you call out, turning your head to look at your best friend. Heâs bathing in the sunlight without a care in the world. His skin has tanned a bit since summer started three weeks ago and his muscles are even more defined after all that swimming and working out heâs been doing. You want to reach out a hand, to feel the taut skin of his abs and chest under your palms, and to maybe then slide your hand down until you feel his hard-on underneath his swimming trunks. Your chairs arenât far apart and you could do it from where you are, but youâd rather ask him first.
âYeah?â he answers without turning towards you.
You take a deep breath in before you start talking again. âYou know how you said it could be good for us to get⌠experience before going to college⌠And how weâve been kissing these past couple weeksâŚâ
âYeah, I know,â he chuckles.
âWell⌠people do more than just kissing, right?â you ask, voice slightly shaky. This seems to pique his interest as he turns to look at you.
âYeah?âÂ
You hope youâre not just imagining the enthusiastic tone in his voice. âI think⌠I think we should try that too, donât you think?â you ask, eyes not leaving his as he sits up on his chair and turns his knees towards you, fully facing you now.
âYeah, I agree. I completely agree.â He stares at you for a few moments as if in disbelief. âDo you want to- Should we- Letâs go up to my room, yeah?â he offers, standing up and reaching his hand out to you. You gladly take it.
You and Sunghoon are a giggling mess as you practically run up the stairs, unable to get to his room quick enough. As soon as the door is closed behind you, you wrap your arms around each other, your lips finding his immediately as he walks you back to his bed. When you feel the back of your knees hit it, you detach yourself from him and lay on it, elbows holding you up as you look up at him expectantly.
âFuck,â he whispers, leaning in to hover over you. He traps your lips in a short but sweet kiss before pulling back and murmuring against your lips, âHave I ever told you how pretty you are, Y/N?â
You beam at his words but decide to tease anyway. âYou always go on and on about how pretty you are, but never about me.â
He giggles and pecks your lips again. âWell, Iâm telling you now. Youâre gorgeous.â You kiss him to hide your flustered face, pulling him so close to you heâs practically laying on top of you. Your hands are a bit more curious than usual, your kisses hungrier, the both of you anticipating whatâs to come.Â
You grind against each other, the feeling of his erection against your barely covered core enough to send your mind into a frenzy. You forget everything around you when you feel Sunghoon pull back in the slightest, far enough so that he can look at your face and gauge your reactions but not too much that you still feel his hot breath on your lips. One of his hands is holding the back of your head as the other travels downwards, stopping for a second on your breast to massage it lightly before continuing its journey. It ever-so-slightly brushes against your core, making you buck your hips up into his touch, but his hand is already gone leaving you whining and pouting and him chuckling at your cute reaction. âYou want it that bad, huh?â he teases.
You scoff, not wanting to let your friend know the effect he has on you. You press your palm against his clothed erection and he hisses at the unexpected contact. âSo do you, Hoon.â
When he presses his lips to yours again, you both smile into the kiss. You cup his jaw and tangle your fingers through his hair, and his hand slips from under your head and joins his other hand on your thigh, grabbing at both of them, fingers slightly digging in your skin. Heâs so, so close to where you want him most, and he seems to have noticed your growing impatience by the way you squirm underneath him. Seeing you so needy for him only makes him needier for you; he has more experience than you, so you probably expect him to take the lead, but the truth is, he has no idea what the fuck heâs doing.
âY/N?â he murmurs, face buried in your neck as he leaves a trail of wet kisses there.
âYeah?â
âWhat do you want me to do?â
The question takes you a bit by surprise. You pull away to look at your friend. His eyes are completely glossed-over, and yours are probably the same. âOh. I donât know. I just⌠want you to touch me, I guess,â you say, voice a bit quiet.
âI donât know how to do that,â he admits sheepishly. He kisses your neck and cheeks before pecking your lips. âCould you- could you show me? How you do it? And I can show you how I do it?â
You take a second to take his words in. Was he suggesting that you touch yourself in front of him, and that he do the same?
This was like a dream come true.
âYeah, sure.â
Sunghoon giggles in response, and you canât help but crack a smile too, even though the idea of getting yourself off in front of your friend, no matter how appealing, is still a bit nerve-wracking. âYou first,â he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you roll your eyes at him.
You sit back against the headboard of the bed and slip a hand underneath your swim bottom, the other hand coming up to cover your eyes in an attempt to escape Sunghoonâs heavy, lustful gaze. âNone of that. I wanna see you,â he says, pulling your hand away from your eyes and resting it on a pillow next to you. âAnd if you keep these on, I wonât be able to see anything,â he says, looking down at your bikini top.
Before you can protest, he comes to sit on his knees in front of you, kissing your neck and letting his hands roam your back. âI wanna see all of you.â Itâs so easy, untying your string bikini, he almost thinks you wore it on purpose for him to take it off. You avoid his gaze as he takes your top off of you, leaving you half-naked in front of him. âSo pretty,â he whispers, and you canât help but look at him, slick pooling between your legs from the fascination heâs looking at your breasts with. He trails kisses down your neck until he reaches them, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, then looks up to see your reaction. You never knew your nipples were this sensitive, and you canât help but arch your back at his touch and moan loudly, hand flying up to tug at his soft hair. He releases your nipple with a pop and moves sideways to pay the same attention to the other one, but Sunghoon is impatient and doesnât waste too much time on it; he knows he can come back to your boobs later anyway. Right now, youâve got a hand between your legs, and thatâs what heâs dying to see.
âCan I take this off, too?â he asks, looking up at you as his fingers hook on the sides of your swimming bottoms, waiting for you to nod. His eyes donât leave your glistening core as he pulls the thin fabric down your legs, discarding it somewhere on the floor of his room. He lays on his belly and kisses the inside of your knee as he holds your thighs in his large hands, still transfixed by your pussy when he says, âShow me how you do it, please.â
You both take a sharp breath in when you start moving two fingers in gentle circles over your clit, already wet from making out with Sunghoon. Your fingers are nimble and know exactly what to do after years of doing this, but the pulse in your core is even stronger now that your best friend is watching your movements this intently. He looks like heâs scared to blink in case he might miss something. You canât take your eyes off of his face; youâve never seen him so fascinated by something, so eager to learn. It makes you want to put on a show for him.
A surge of confidence hits you out of nowhere as you slide your digits down your folds, gathering some slick before sliding them back up to your clit and rubbing it a bit faster, a bit harder, your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. With your free hand, you tug at the base of Sunghoonâs hair and make him look up at you. You release his hair and bring your pointer finger up to your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, and Sunghoonâs mind is taken back to that day a couple weeks ago when you had sucked on those lollipops. Oh, how things have changed since then. Not that heâs complaining. âFuck, thatâs hot,â he breathes out, eyes zeroed in on your lips and mouth slightly agape.
You smirk at his reaction, stomach on fire with the feeling of having this kind of power on him. When youâve wet your finger enough, you bring it down to your slit, circling around your hole before entering it, releasing a loud moan for good measure. Sunghoon is mesmerized by the quickening with which your finger slips in and out of you, the fingers on your clit never relenting. He doesnât even realize heâs released one of your thighs to palm himself over his shorts until you notice it yourself and tut in disapproval.
âCome and help me, Hoon,â you say, and the boy snaps out of his daze at the sound of his nickname. He nods slowly, changing his position so that heâs laying between your legs, head dangerously close to your core. You slip your other finger out of your hole and he takes that as a sign to replace it with his own. One hand still gripping your thigh, he imitates your previous actions as he gets his pointer finger wet with his saliva before pressing it between your folds, right underneath your clit where your fingers are still rubbing circles, sliding it down towards your slit, and finally pushing it in.Â
âSo warm⌠So wet, too,â he whispers in wonder, making you cover your eyes with your forearm out of shyness.
âOh my God,â you moan, arching your back and letting your head drop to the side on the pillow. Sunghoonâs finger is much thicker and longer than your own, and it stretches you out and hits a deep spot inside you you never could, no matter how much you tried.
âLike this?â he asks, eyes curious as they bounce back and forth between your face and your entrance sucking his finger in.
âYes, yes, just like that, you can also- oh- you can also curve it upwards a bit- fuck, yeah, just like that, Hoon, youâre doing so well,â you say, the praises just flying out of your mouth.Â
This seems to instill some confidence in him, as he cocks an eyebrow at you and speeds up his actions. âYeah? My finger making you feel good, Y/N?â
âOh, shut up,â you bite back, but immediately let out a long whine when he easily inserts a second finger in your soaking pussy. He curves them inside you just like you told him to, and the feeling of his fingers filling you up and your own quick ones on your clit are creating a familiar knot in your stomach that is so close to breaking. That is, until Sunghoon pulls your wrist away from your clit.
âY/N⌠Can I?â he asks, and youâre not sure what heâs planning, but nod anyway. He wastes no time before pressing his tongue flat down on the sensitive bud, and you actually feel like your soul might leave your body. Fingers knuckle-deep inside you, he licks and sucks at your clit, and the warmth of his tongue against your folds is what makes you tumble over the edge, tightly gripping his hair and bucking your hips into his mouth.
âOh my God⌠Oh my God, Hoon, please, donât stop, please,â you beg, voice getting higher and whinier as you cum all over his tongue. He continues eating you out until it gets too much and you have to tell him to stop. He hikes his body up yours, pecking you sweetly on the lips when he reaches them.
âYour turn,â you announce and hook your legs over his hips to straddle him. Youâre about to lean in for a kiss when you notice how lovingly heâs looking at you: his eyes are soft and a small smile is playing on his lips. It takes you aback, but youâd be lying if you said butterflies didnât spread in your stomach. âW-why are you looking at me like that?â
His grin gets a bit wider. âDid I make you feel good?â
âY-yeahâŚ,â you admit, averting your gaze from him.
âIâm glad. You taste good, by the way. Sweet.â You want to kiss the devilish smirk off of his face.
You scoff at your friend, glaring a bit. âWhatever. Sit up,â you order, but it just makes him smirk more.
âYes, maâam.â
You look up at him to check for confirmation, and when he nods, you hook your fingers under his swimming trunks, taking them off of him along with his boxers underneath. His already fully-hard cock springs free and slaps against his stomach, and you curse yourself for your reaction that will surely just inflate his ego, as if it wasnât already massive. Your mouth hangs open, eyes zeroing in on his length, flushed red from lack of attention and what you can only guess is precum leaking at the tip. It's straight from a porno.
âLike what you see?â Sunghoon teases, making you look up at him, and you can only stupidly nod. You take the position he was in earlier, laying your head on his thigh and caressing the other, letting it ride up to rub his inner thigh and the tiniest bit over his cock, making his smirk vanish as he takes a shaky breath in.
âShow me how you do it,â you say, echoing his words from earlier. He gulps, finally realizing that he was going to have to masturbate in front of your curious eyes just as you had. He spits on his open palm and spreads the precum over his length with his thumb, lubing himself up before gripping the base and starting to move his hand up and down. You watch as his head falls back against the pillow when his palm grazes over his tip and his movements pick up some speed.
You rub his palms over his thighs, itching to get closer to his cock and make him feel as good as he had done to you earlier. Tentatively, you reach out to grab his balls in your hands, massaging them softly, feeling satisfied when a loud moan leaves his throat. âOh, f-fuck, that feels good, Y/N,â he breathes out, voice much higher than youâre used to. If he thought that felt good, then nothing couldâve prepared him for the feeling of your soft and warm tongue kitty-licking his balls, then taking turns sucking each one into your mouth and releasing them with a pop. âWhere the fuck did you learn how to do that?â he asks, involuntarily bucking his hips into your face.
You canât help but giggle, and Sunghoon thinks he might come from the sweet sound contrasted with your lewd actions alone. âI read a lot of fanfiction,â you explain, and he doesnât question it. If Wattpad taught you how to suck dick, then so be it.
You wrap your hand around his and tell him to keep going so you can get an idea of what pace and movements he likes, and you graze your fingernails over his abs and chest with your other hand, chuckling at how sensitive he is when you lightly pinch his nipples. Sunghoon takes his hand off of himself, laying both of his hands palms up next to him on the bed, so you decide to literally take things into your own hands. Trying to recreate what he did before, you spit into your palm and wrap your fingers around his tip, bringing your hand down in a swirly motion to the base of his shaft. You do that a few times, asking, âLike that?â to get confirmation from Sunghoon.
âJust like that, baby,â he says, not even taking notice of the pet name; but you do, and your face immediately flushes, surprised at how much you like it.
âBaby?â you repeat, but heâs too lost in his pleasure and just hums in response. His reaction eggs you on, and you lick a long stripe from his base to his tip, swirling your tongue around it and humming at the bitter but not unpleasant taste of precum there. When another moan escapes his throat, you take his tip in your mouth, at first just shallowly thrusting your head, but then trying to take more and more of him.Â
Youâre so focused on what youâre doing that you donât even realize how quickly heâs panting and how his grunts start to get whinier until heâs moaning out your name. âA-ah, Y/N, feels so good, âm gonna cum, fuck-â
He goes silent as he shoots his release down your throat, eyebrows deeply furrowed and mouth open wide in pleasure. Thereâs so much of it and you canât swallow it all, so you pull your head back, catching your breath, and a hot string of cum hits your chin and your throat. Sunghoon takes a look at you and the sight of you with some of his cum makes his dick twitch before he plops back down on the bed. You giggle as you take tissues from the bedside table (cause of course heâs got tissues next to his bed) and wipe away his seed, then lie down next to him, brushing away the hair thatâs sticking to his forehead with sweat and peppering his face with soft kisses.
He opens his eyes and smiles, turning his head to look at you before engulfing you in a bear hug, sweaty bodies sticking together but neither of you minding it. âThat was so good, Y/N. What the fuck,â he sighs, pecking your forehead.
You hum, nuzzling your nose into his neck. âI know, right? Who knew you could use your mouth for other things than saying stupid shit,â you tease.
He pulls back and gives you a look that tries to be stern, but you know heâs joking. âDo I need to remind you again, young lady?â
You giggle and peck his lips, forcing him out of character as his dimples appear on his cheeks. âLater, definitely.â
And after that day, he makes sure to remind you time and time again of how good his mouth feels on you. You shouldâve seen it coming with how amazing of a kisser he was; but truly, there was nothing like cumming on your friendâs tongue.
--
Youâre relieved to find that not much has changed, after all; you and Sunghoon still play around in the pool, watch stupid movies and hang out with your friends like always. Sure, there are stray hands here and there, or looks that last a little too long and mean a little too much, but if anything, it just makes your friendship more playful and exciting.Â
Youâre both open with what you like and donât like, so it doesnât take either of you to figure out exactly how to make the other come undone embarrassingly quickly. (The shortest amount of time it took him was 2:38 seconds - yes, he timed it - and he hasnât let you live it down since.) You like it when he presses his large hand down onto your lower tummy while he eats you out, or when he sits you between his legs and whispers all sorts of things as his fingers work their magic inside you and on your clit. He likes it when you get down on your knees in front of him and look up at him as you suck him dry, or when you sit in his lap and kiss his neck and play with his hair while he plays video games. And donât even get him started on when you palmed him over his sweatpants while you watched a movie with Chaeyong, Jay and Jake, making sure that the movements under the blanket went unnoticed by them. He wanted to punish you after they left, he really did, but you took him in your mouth right there in the living room and gave him an orgasm that had his thighs shaking for five minutes afterwards. You were pretty proud of yourself for that one.Â
You also find out that he hates it when you tease and edge him, which only makes you do it more; the only problem is that, if you do that, heâll make you ride his thigh and wonât help you at all. His proud smirk and snide praises combined with the feeling of his thick thigh underneath your core were more than enough to get you to your end, though.
And truly, nothing has changed, especially not Sunghoonâs special talent in pushing boys away from you.
âWhat do you mean, Lee Heeseung is coming back?â he heatedly asks, slamming his glass of lemonade down on the outdoor table so hard youâre scared it might break.
âItâs the summer, of course heâs coming back. He just stayed behind for a bit to enjoy a few weeks of the city without college, and now heâs coming back here,â Jake explains, shrugging.
âDo you know when heâll be here?â you ask, far too much excitement in your voice to Sunghoonâs taste.
âJust in a couple days.â
Sunghoon has smoke coming out of his ears when he sees how much you perk up at the news of your old crush being back in town for summer. He likes the boy, but he hates that you like him. And since Heeseung is friends with Jay, Jake, and by association Sunghoon, begrudgingly so, heâll definitely see lots of him in the upcoming months. And if Sunghoon sees Heeseung, then youâll see Heeseung, too. And that, Sunghoon doesnât like.
You notice something is off with him that afternoon because of how uncharacteristically quiet he is. Sunghoon, ever the loud introvert, is always arguing for no reason and laughing louder than everybody around him. So when he merely chuckles at his friendsâ numerous displays of stupidity in the pool and doesnât even say anything in protest to you getting on Jakeâs shoulders to play against Chaeyoung and Jay, you know something is definitely up. You also have a good idea of what that something might be, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât find it endearing.
You stay behind when your friends leave in the early evening. Without a word, you and Sunghoon pack away the inflatable toys in the pool cabin and clean up the table, putting the dirty glasses in the sink. You do the dishes while he prepares sandwiches for the two of you, which he insisted on doing after he heard your stomach grumbling. You watch the latest Kurtis Conner video as you eat and canât help but notice that he doesnât even chuckle at any of the jokes or skits when heâd usually be clutching his stomach in laughter.Â
When youâre done eating, you take a resolute breath and pause the video, but Sunghoon doesnât even notice, only snapping out of his daze when you call out his name.
âHuh?â When his eyes find you, he almost looks surprised to see you, as if heâd forgotten you were there.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs wrong?â you ask, slightly frowning. âYou look so out of it today.â
âHuh? Iâm fine, nothingâs wrong,â he says dismissively and presses play, but you quickly pause the video again.
âIâm your best friend, Sunghoon, I know when somethingâs the matter and I know when youâre lying. We donât have to talk about it if you donât want to, but donât pretend everythingâs fine when we both know thatâs not true.â
He peers at you for a moment, cursing you for knowing him so well. He crosses his arm and averts his gaze, pouting like an angry child. âI hate it when youâre right.â
You giggle and make your way around the counter to him, standing inbetween his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck to make him look up at you. His hands come naturally up to your waist. âI justâŚâ he starts, then immediately stops himself with a sigh., âYouâve always had a crush on Heeseung. But these are our last couple months together, and I donât want somebody else taking up your attentionâŚâ
He buries his face between your breasts to hide his blush, and you canât help but giggle again. âStop laughing at me!â he protests, but the muffled sound of his voice just makes you laugh more. You stroke his hair and press a gentle kiss at the top of his head.
âSure, Iâm happy Heeseungâs coming back. But thereâs no one Iâd rather spend my summer with than you, Sunghoon, you should know that.â He leans back to look up at you with puppy eyes and a small pout. You cup his face, admiring how cute he looks like this, and smile softly down at him.
âReally?â
âReally,â you answer, and he leans in for a kiss.
Itâs a soft one. Itâs a patient kiss, neither of you urging to get somewhere else, to do something more. It reminds you of that kiss in his room a few weeks ago, when you were still curious and discovering each other. From then on, your kisses had become more feverish, more eager, more playful. But now, youâre taking your time. For now at least, neither of you is going anywhere. So your lips melt together slowly, and when you take breaks to breathe, you look each other in the eyes and smile before leaning back in.
Itâs when you sigh against his lips, eyes still closed as you pull away, that it hits him. I could do this forever, he thinks.
I could sit here with my arms around her waist and her lips against mine and the smell of chlorine and the sound of her laugh forever and Iâd never get tired of it, he thinks, but immediately afterwards, he realizes he wonât get to do this forever. Summer will end, youâll both head off to college, and youâll only get to see each other every few months until another summer comes. And who knows what might happen until then?
You might meet someone and realize Sunghoon isnât all that; hell, he might meet someone, but he highly doubts anyone could even come close to the way you make him feel.
âHello? Earth to Sunghoon?â you quietly joke, looking down at him with an affectionate look in your eyes. You press the pads of your fingers to his two moles before replacing your fingers with your lips, giving each one a quick peck. âYou were up on the moon for a minute there.â
Sunghoon hums softly, smiling as he lets himself melt under your touch. âSorry. Itâs just really hot, isnât it?â he says, a stupid excuse he uses as a blanket to cover his feelings. There is some sweat beading at his hairline, which helps make his lie more believable, but you donât need to know itâs not just because of the summer heat.
Slowly, your smile turns mischievous, and Sunghoon can tell you have an idea in mind. âIt is pretty hot⌠Wait here.â
He watches as you fill a tall glass with ice from the dispenser in the fridge and pop an ice cube in your mouth, a devilish smile on your face, and laughs when that smile is replaced with a frown as the coldness hits you and you spit it back into the glass, laughing along with him. âWhat the hell are you doing?â he asks between giggles.
âI got the idea a few days ago when we were having popsiclesâŚ,â you say looking down at the glass between your hands, slightly embarrassed. âYou kissed me and your mouth was really cold but it felt nice.â Sunghoon hums, egging you to go on. You lift the glass up to his cheeks, applying just a bit of pressure to the soft skin. âI thought this could be refreshing.âÂ
You take the ice cube back in your mouth, sucking on it but not letting it melt completely before pressing your lips against Sunghoonâs and opening your mouth just a bit so he could feel the cold of the ice cube. You feel his smile into the kiss as the ice cube swirls between your tongues, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âVery refreshing indeed,â he murmurs when the ice has completely melted. He gets up and takes the glass in one of his hands, leaning down to your level and says âCâmonâ with the same mischievous smile as you on his face.
You two hurry up the stairs, and when you get to his room, he hands you the glass before throwing himself on his back, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. âShow me what you had in mind.â
You straddle his hips and take an ice cube from the glass, rubbing it over his lips before pushing it inside his mouth, the cold making him hiss. You quickly counteract that by pressing your lips to his, the contrast of your warm tongue and the freezing ice turning him on more than he wouldâve thought.
When the ice has melted, you take another piece and brush it along his jaw, down his Adamâs apple and around his nipples. The cold temperature makes him squirm but he doesnât shy away from it, even closing his eyes to focus solely on the feeling. While you play with the ice cube, you also leave warm kisses all over his skin, reveling in its slightly salty taste from the thin layer of sweat. You let the ice cube melt between his abs and watch him wriggle as he sucks in a sharp breath, then grab another one, starting off where the previous one stopped. You circle his navel while your fingers play with the hem of his swimming trunks. He pulls them down himself and you chuckle at his eagerness. âI shouldâve known you liked the cold, with all those years of ice skating you did,â you tease. Â
Heâs almost fully hard, and it only takes a few kisses and trailing the ice cube down his inner thighs to have his dick fully erect. Heâd only been letting out small sighs and hisses until now, but when you grab another ice cube and circle it around his sensitive tip, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans loudly. You push your luck and drag the ice cube down his shaft, his thighs snapping together when it reaches his balls. You put it in your mouth and let it melt so that your tongue is still cold when you swirl it around his tip, already tasting precum there. But before you can take him further in your mouth, he calls out your name.
âWait. I donât wanna cum just yet. My turn.â
He shakes his shoulders in excitement as you switch positions, you taking your t-shirt and bikini top off and laying on your back and him sitting down with one knee on each side of your thighs, an ice cube in his hand and a giddy smile on his face.
He brushes it over your lips before pushing it just a bit into your mouth, holding onto it with two fingers while you suck on it, gazes locked in each other. Just as you did earlier, he trails it down your throat and your chest until they reach your nipples, marveling at the thin wet trail it leaves in its wake. He licks this trail as he circles one of your nipples with the ice cube, and you donât know if you should focus on his warm tongue or on the cold ice cube. Once itâs melted, he takes another one and circles your other nipple with it, his mouth coming to wrap around the now cold one. Your hands fly up to grab at his hair, your back arching into his touch as you moan and pant loudly.
He sucks and licks at your nipples until youâre calling out his name, begging for more. As nice as his mouth or an ice cube around your nipples feel, your pussy is throbbing and desperate for attention. âSunghoon⌠Please,â you whine.
âPlease what?â he teases, looking up from your breasts with a smirk.
You whine again, knowing he knows full well what you want. âPleaseâŚâ
He trails the ice cube down your stomach, circling your navel a few times where it melts before slipping two cold fingers underneath your bikini bottoms. âIs this what you want, baby?,â he asks as he rubs his fingers between his folds, and you whine at the feeling of having him so close to your hole and to your clit but not quite there either. He smirks when you nod frantically but whine at the loss of his fingers against you as he takes your bottoms off and reaches for another ice cube.
You release a loud moan and arch your back off the bed when the ice cube touches your clit. âFuck, Hoon!â
He rubs the ice cube up and down your folds, your heat melting it much faster than your skin. He takes another one and brings it to your entrance this time, circling around it before pushing the ice cube in and staring with wonder as it melts quickly. He holds your hips down so you stop bucking them up, whimpering at the amazing feeling of the ice against you. He replaces the ice cube with his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit, sucking expertly at the sensitive bud and lapping at your juices. And while it feels good - God, does it feel good - and you let Sunghoon know just how nice it feels with your moans, whispers of his names and the way you hold onto his hair, youâre craving something more.
Itâs something youâve been wanting for the past few days, but you couldnât quite put your finger on it. No matter how nice Sunghoonâs fingers and mouth felt, they didnât make you feel close to him enough. You wanted to be so close to him you didnât know where you ended and where he started; you wanted to feel him.Â
You pull him up by the face, asking him to come here and getting lost in his lips as soon as they reach your level. God, Sunghoonâs kisses. You could drown in them. But still, that craving, that need for more. And now that his body is pressed up against yours and you can feel his erection against your thigh, so close to your core, you think you know what it is that you want. âHmm, pleaseâŚâ
âYou keep asking me for something, but you donât tell me what it is.â
âYou. I want you, Hoon, please,â you beg, murmuring against his lips as you wrap your legs around his hips and bring him even closer, his cock now pressing against your cunt.
âM-me?,â he asks, leaning back just a bit, but you pull him back in right away, resting his forehead against yours.
âYes, please. I need to feel you inside me.â
Your words are enough to get a moan out of Sunghoon. âFuck, you have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this,â he pants, planting kisses all over your face and neck. Usually, youâd giggle at the ticklish sensation, but right now, youâre so drunk on pleasure, it just makes your breath even shallower and your core wetter.
âHow long?â
âGod. Since the second time we kissed probably,â he replies, reaching for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table. You think back to that moment six weeks ago (how has it been six weeks already?, you think), after you and Sunghoon had made up and made out on his couch in front of a horror movie. Heâd wanted you for that long? And heâd waited for you to say something since then?
âTodayâs your lucky day, then,â you tease in an attempt to alleviate the need for him that takes over your bones, but his gaze when he looks back at you ruins any effort. If anything, it just makes you need him even more. You feel like you might explode if you donât have him right now.
You watch as he clumsily wraps the condom around his member, clearly never having done this before, but you wouldnât be of any help, so you let him figure it out on his own. You let your head fall back as he rubs his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick on his dick before aligning himself at your entrance and giving you a long, deep kiss.
âAre you sure about this?â he asks, forehead on yours.
âYeah. Are you?â
âYeah, I am. But Iâm also scared.â
âScared of what, Hoon?â you ask, opening your eyes to look at him. You caress his cheek and cup his face in your hands, watching softly as he lets his head rest on your palm.
âIâm scared of hurting you. I heard it hurts the first time. And Iâm scaredâŚâ he closes his eyes and frowns a bit. âIâm scared itâll feel too good. That Iâll always want it. You.â
You take a small moment to think, your thumb brushing over his cheek in what you hope is a comforting manner. âYou wonât hurt me, Hoon. It only hurts if youâre not ready⌠And Iâm plenty ready. I know youâll take it slow.â You smile softly when he nods, turning his head to kiss your palm. But if sex is as good as youâve heard it is, youâre also scared that it might be the best thing youâve ever experienced and that youâll never get enough. You and Sunghoon have been meeting up almost everyday this summer and it has more often than not ended up with one of you between the otherâs legs; you could never get bored of the things he made you feel or of knowing you were making him feel those exact same things. If you couldnât live without his fingers, how could you live without his dick?
How could you live without him?
You tried to snap out of those thoughts, reassuring yourself that even before all of this you couldnât imagine yourself living without Sunghoon, and that there was no reason this should change anything. âAnd donât be scared of that, silly,â you say, making him smile. âIâll always be here, Sunghoon. Iâll always want you, too.âÂ
âFuck, okay,â he whispers, kissing your lips once before pulling himself up on his palms, hovering over you. âTell me if you need me to stop, yeah?â he asks and waits for you to nod before finally pushing in.
You instantly moan when you feel his tip inside you, and Sunghoon stops, frantically asking if youâre okay. It takes some convincing to get him to push himself further in. âIt feels so good, Hoon. Please keep going.â
You tell him to not stop until heâs fully inside you, and he obeys, even though he wants to stop when he sees your frown and your sharp intakes of breath. When heâs buried to a hilt, he canât help but collapse on top of you, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. âY/N,â he drawls out. âFeels so fucking good. So tight,â he murmurs against your neck.
âMmh. Give me a minute, baby.â Your hands caress up and down the expanse of his back and you feel him relax on top of you. As you adjust around his length, the stretch starts to feel more and more pleasurable, until pleasure is the only thing you feel. âHoon?â
âYeah?â he says, kissing and nibbling softly at your neck and earlobe.
âYou can move, now.â
Sunghoon doesnât need to be told twice and ever-so-slowly slides out of you, leaving only the tip in before he slides back in. His thrusts are slow but deep, and itâs everything youâve ever wanted and more. Heâs barely started but youâre both already whimpering messes, holding onto each other tightly as pleasure like neither of you has felt before takes over your entire bodies.
As you both get more comfortable, his pace picks up just a tiny bit and you tentatively raise your legs higher so that theyâre hooked around the back of his knees instead of laying on the bed. The new angle only adds to the intense pleasure, but you donât even realize youâre crying until Sunghoon stops mid-thrust, wiping your tears with his thumb and worryingly asking if youâre okay and if it hurts and if he should stop. You open your eyes and smile, instantly calming his nerves. You bring his head closer to yours and kiss him like youâd stop breathing if you didnât. âIt feels so fucking good, Hoon. So, so good.â
He sighs out of relief and resumes his actions, heart swelling with pride that heâs making you feel so good, youâre crying. Heâs always hated seeing you cry or hurt in general; but knowing what kind of tears these are, he thinks you look so pretty with tears streaming down your face. His hands grip your thighs a bit tighter as he quickens his pace, already addicted to the feeling of your warm walls taking him in so well.
He slips out a few times but youâre always quick to guide him back inside you. He lifts his body up a bit to get a deeper angle, hoping itâll get him to stop slipping out, and heâs blown away by the sight underneath him. He thinks youâve never looked so gorgeous as you do now, legs spread wide for him, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed and mouth agape for him. He kisses your tears, the salty taste bringing a smile to his lips. âSo perfect,â he whispers against your mouth. âYou look so beautiful.â
Sunghoon takes your legs and wraps them higher around his hips, the new angle hitting a spot inside you thatâs making you see stars and has you moaning his name like itâs the only thing you know how to say. You feel that familiar tension build up inside your stomach much faster and much stronger than it usually does.
âFuck, Sunghoon, Iâm gonna cum,â you warn, and a harsher thrust inside you is what pushes you over the edge, the sensation crashing into you and making your thighs shake. An orgasm has never hit you this hard before.
Youâre clenching around him like crazy and Sunghoon gasps as you milk him dry, his own orgasm hitting him all at once. He shoots his release inside the condom and stills inside you, breath completely taken away by the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
He lays on top of you for a moment as you both catch your breaths, trying to make sense of how something can feel this good without killing you instantly. He apologizes when his pulling out makes you wince and kisses the top of your head. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so that youâre now almost lying on top of him, head against his chest as his arms wrap themselves around you. You leave kisses all over his chest and neck and his hands caress your back.
âThat was amazing.â
âI know, right?â he responds immediately, his enthusiasm making you laugh.
âThanks, Hoon,â you say timidly, voice muffled against his skin.
âFor what?â
âFor making me feel this good.â
He chuckles. âNo need to thank me, pretty. If anything, I should thank you for letting me make you feel good, and on top of that making me feel good.â
You hum at his words and you both stay there for a bit longer, enjoying each otherâs warmth. Something blooms inside your chest, and you donât know whether to let it grow or to squash it down. It feels nice, almost too nice, and youâre scared it might get ripped away from you and it wonât feel so nice then.
Friendship, sex, love. In those weeks spent with Sunghoon, those previously clear lines have blurred to a point they were all one big messy ball of feelings and not three distinct things you could tell apart. Has sex turned your friendship with Sunghoon into something romantic? Or is that just an illusion, and being so intimate with your best friend has messed up your once platonic vision of him? But was your vision of him ever platonic?
Haven't the two of you always been teased about liking each other for a reason? After all, you and Sunghoon didn't grow up together, and heâs never felt like a brother to you. He has always been your male friend; youâve always been aware that he was your friend who was also a boy. When you'd moved in the house next to his, you hadnât instantly clicked; it took a while for the ice skating prodigy to warm up to you, but his parents had warmly welcomed yours into the neighborhood and quickly became friends, so it was only a matter of time before heâd open up to the idea of you being around. Constantly.
Youâd walk to and from school together, do homework together, go on family trips together, cheer each other on at your respective competitions. After his ice skating lessons, when his coach let him have the whole place to himself for a bit more practice, heâd tie your ice skates for you and drag you onto the ice rink, holding you by the waist or shoulders as he skated backwards in front of you, but also laughing at you when you inevitably fell. Heâd tease you for getting second place at the science fair or for getting your arguments torn apart during Model United Nations, but the way heâd be a little nicer to you or share his food more often that week wouldnât escape you.
Being a handsome young ice skater, Sunghoon had developed quite the loyal following of boys and girls alike who would come to see him at his competitions. He thrived off of the attention, but no matter how much he enjoyed his fansâ admiration, you were always the one heâd skate to after having won first place, hugging you tightly over the barrier separating the ice from the bleachers. Especially during your younger teen years, Sunghoon wasnât one for skinship or PDA, so it always meant that much more to you that even after his most important wins, you were the first thing on his mind. It never failed to make your stomach flip, and all the death stares from his fans in the world couldnât have changed a thing.
You were already close, but you became practically inseparable after Sunghoonâs injury. During the competition that would have gotten him a place at the Youth Winter Olympics had he won, his nerves got the best of him and he didnât land his triple axel, hurting his ankle in the process. Ten years of dedication and hard work, ruined in mere seconds. To say that it destroyed him would be an understatement.
You were the one to bring him back up. You listened to him when he needed to vent, held him when he needed a shoulder to cry on, cheered him up when he needed to smile. He didnât even need to tell you what he needed, you seemed to just know. You reminded him that he had a lot more value than his medals and trophies and that he didnât need them to be complete. His family and friends tried their best to make him feel better, but their words never reached him quite like yours did.
Slowly but surely, his confidence came back. Heâd lost his fans, but heâd gained a friend he knew would always be there for him. His dimples would appear more often, his laugh would resonate louder. His injury had made the two of you grow closer, creating a bond that would only strengthen over time.
And yet there were moments when being friends wasnât enough. When calling him your best friend didnât feel right. You had other friends, friends you were close to; sure, maybe not as close as to Sunghoon, but close nonetheless. And you didnât feel that way around them.
Their laugh didnât make your heart skip a beat. You didnât want to bury your face in their necks and breathe in their scent when they hugged you. You didnât want to know every single detail of their day. And you surely didnât feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when they danced with another girl at your school ball.
You also didnât crave their lips on yours every single day since it had happened for the first time and didnât want to see what they sounded or looked like while getting the life sucked out of them through their dick.
Everybody told you it was obvious you were âmore than friends.â Why did romantic love have to be âmoreâ than platonic love? Why were there levels to it? You didnât like the idea of taking your relationship with Sunghoon âone step furtherâ; that wasnât the way it felt to you. Rather, it felt like having to change everything you knew and create something new. Something where you could see him laugh and tell him about your day, but where you could also kiss him and graze his skin with your fingertips. Something that only you could share with him and only he could share with you. But you were afraid the friendship would fall apart if things didn't work out. So, instead of taking the risk of changing everything, you made sure things would stay the same. Youâd tell the butterflies raging in your stomach to settle down and you wouldnât let yourself fall into his touch in case itâd be like falling from the highest mountain.
That is, until he kissed you. Until this moment, right now, lying in his arms, ear right over his heart so you can hear it beat for you. You look up at him. His eyes are closed and a soft smile rests on his lips. He looks so peaceful. He always looks pleased when youâve just been together, but right now, he seems to be in such a serene state, it almost makes you laugh.
Now that youâve given in to your feelings, youâve realized just how strong they were this whole time. Nothing has ever felt better than being in Sunghoonâs arms, than being able to see him at his most vulnerable state and to give all of you to him. All those things you didnât know about him just six weeks ago, you know them by heart now. Youâre sure thereâs other things to find out, and youâll make sure you will.
But summer wonât last forever.
A wave of sadness slaps you right in the face, bringing you back to reality. Thereâll come a time where you and Sunghoon wonât be able to lounge around all day or lazily make-out at your will. Youâll go your own ways and not see each other for months at a time. The thought of that is unbearable, and you feel like looking at Sunghoon for a second longer might rip your heart into a million pieces.
When you sit up, tearing yourself away from his grip, he immediately opens his eyes, asking whatâs wrong.
âJust need to go to the bathroom. I heard you can get STIs from not peeing after sex,â you half-lie. He nods and falls back into the bed.Â
You rush to the toilet, needing to get far away from Sunghoon as quickly as possible. Even your pee smells different - guess thatâs what having a dick inside you will do to you. You wash your hands and look in the mirror: your skin is darker in some spots, surely Sunghoonâs work. So not only did he mess with your thoughts, he also had to make your body all weird, too?
You splash your face with cold water, hoping it will bring you back to your senses. You and Sunghoon have been best friends for years. Thereâs no point in changing all of that now, is there? Youâll be leaving soon enough, anyway. Why ruin a perfectly fine friendship for a summer fling?
Those are your thoughts as you head back to Sunghoonâs bedroom, ready to tell him that this whole thing was a mistake and you should just pretend it never happened. But your resolve crumbles at your feet as soon as you step inside the room.
Sunghoonâs got a couple of snacks ready as he browses through Netflix in search of an appropriate movie. âHow about Twilight?â he says when he feels the bed dip under your weight next to him. He kisses your forehead and pulls you down on the bed with him so that youâre lying back against his chest.
Screw it, you think. Whatever this is, itâs much more than a summer fling.
--
The rest of the summer goes by in a flash. No, you donât try to make Sunghoon jealous by flirting with Heeseung; if the mention of the latterâs name was enough to get your friend mad, then purposefully twirling your hair or batting your eyelashes at the older boy just might make Sunghoon white-boy-punch a hole into a wall. And itâs not like Heeseung would try coming onto you, either, with how clingy Sunghoon gets when heâs around, always an arm around your waist and a glare that could kill Heeseung.
Sunghoon gradually opens up to Heeseung being around, even though it takes you reminding him almost daily that heâs the one whose arms you wanna end up in over anybodyâs. After a couple weeks, Sunghoon stops looking like he's on the brink of starting a fight every time Heeseung so much as talks to you or hands you a glass of lemonade, and finally relaxes around him.
You spend countless sleepless nights with Sunghoon. Youâve probably memorized every single one of his moles by now, and youâve made sure to kiss all of them. He holds you against him like he might lose you at any given moment. The only nights you donât fall asleep in each otherâs embrace are when either one of you is sleeping over at your friendâs house. On those nights, sleep always takes hours before washing over you, the lack of warmth keeping you awake.
Your friends and you spend entire days at the lake or by Sunghoonâs pool, not a care in the world. You rest your head on Sunghoonâs shoulder as you watch the fireworks Jake and Jay bought go off. Sunghoon grills your marshmallows for you, blowing on them so they cool down before handing you the stick. You try to ignore how the night air gets slightly chillier and how the sun sets slightly earlier, but by the last days of August, it becomes too noticeable. When September rolls around, youâre sure thereâs a small crack in your heart.
You know Sunghoon feels the end of summer too. His kisses are deeper and his lips linger over yours a second longer. He frowns when he kisses you and hugs you, like heâs trying to remember what it feels like. His usual playful demeanor when youâre in bed together is gone, instead seemingly hellbent on making you feel good and almost begging you to say his name. As if you could say any other name. As if you could say anything else.
Neither of you mention your departure until the night before you leave. After spending the evening with your friends, you lie together in bed, the side of your face resting against his chest so you can feel his heart against your ear. Heâs tracing patterns with his fingertips on your back, and it takes you a while to figure out heâs spelling his name over and over again, as if to etch it in your skin. When, once in a while, he takes his hand off of you to reach for his phone, you can still feel his fingers caressing you, ghostlike against your skin.
The air around you feels heavy, pressing the both of you down into the mattress. You wish the bed would eat you alive so you could stay there, warm against each other, as long as you like. You know you canât leave without talking first, but the words wonât come to you. Instead, they float around the bed, weighing your heart down into your stomach.
âSo,â you start. You're unsure what to say, but you know this conversation has to happen, one way or another. In the end, you settle on, âExcited to leave?â
Sunghoon scoffs lightly, his motions on your back coming to a stop. âNot really, no. Itâs not like Iâm leaving that far, and half of our school is going to our uni.â
âMaybe, but thereâll be tons of other people. Tons of other girls, too,â you add after a short pause.
âDonât do this, Y/N, please.â
You sit up at his words. He covers his eyes with his forearm and takes a deep breath in, sensing an incoming argument. âDo what?â
âThis. Getting mad at me when I havenât done anything.â
âIâm not mad at you,â you protest, frowning down at him.
âNo? Then whatâs this?â he says, smoothing down the lines between your eyebrows and on your forehead with the pad of a finger.
âWhatever.â You nudge your head away from his touch. It burns. âItâs not like Iâm wrong, anyway. Youâre gonna have a bunch of girls at your feet, and youâll know what to do with them, right? Now that youâre not a virgin?â you question, avoiding his gaze.
âY/NâŚâ he sighs, shutting his eyes tighter as if in pain.
âWhat? This was the whole reason why, right? Get experience with me so you could fuck girls better, no?â
âY/N!â he says, raising his voice enough to let you know heâs upset but not enough to scare you. He sits up, looking at you with hurt and disbelief in his eyes. âWhatâs this all of a sudden? Itâs not like I forced you into this! We agreed on it together!â
âSo you agree? That this summer was just about getting experience and now youâll use it on other girls and pretend like we,â you gesture between the two of you, ânever happened?â
âWhat do you mean âagreeâ? I never said any of this! Donât put words into my mouth!â
He watches as you get up from the bed, arms crossed and pacing his room. He calls out to you a few times, but you donât stop to look at him until he speaks your name with a sternness youâve never heard before from him. âWhat?â you snap.
âI donât get why youâre acting like this out of nowhere! We both knew summer was gonna end at some point, and why we were doing this! Why are you blaming me now?â
âBecause⌠becauseâŚâ you sigh, scrambling for an excuse. Why were you doing this? The thought of Sunghoon doing what he did to you to another girl, making her feel as good as he had made you feel, kissing her like he had kissed you, made you sick. It made you see red, it made you want to make him wear a shirt with your face on it so everybody knew he was yours.
Sunghoon gets up and stands close in front of you, too close. You close your eyes. If you see his moles, you might reach out to touch them and let yourself fall even more. If you fall, youâll need to get up, but his scent makes your knees weak.
His hands find your face, holding a little too gently, you think. Your small ones wrap around his wrists and grip them, a little too harshly, he thinks.Â
You take a step back and finally look into his eyes. Thereâs hope in them; hope youâll say what he wants, what he needs to hear. That you want him like he wants you. That you wish summer wasnât over. That youâll keep him in your heart until you can see him again. So, when what you say next is none of the above, he feels his heart sink down to his feet, leaving a murky puddle there.
âI canât do this.â
You rush out of the room, practically running home. You fight your tears back until you slam your bedroom behind you, pathetically sinking to the ground as you let out a loud sob. You don't have the energy to get up, and cry into your hoodie's sleeve right there on the floor.
When youâve calmed down a bit, you get up and lay in your bed, hiding your whole body underneath the covers. Maybe this is for the best, you think. If you end it like this, you wonât have the knowledge of whether heâll wait to have you back or heâll move on like nothing happened. That way, you can do whatever you want, not caring about what heâs up to.Â
But even now, your hands subconsciously reach out towards a person thatâs not there and your feet hang over the edge of your bed as though to get up and run to him anytime. You curl in on yourself to stop your body from aching for him. It doesnât work very well.
Sunghoon stays where you left him for a few minutes, too stunned to move. Should he run after you? Should he let you cool off for a bit and talk to you in the morning? Would you be mad at him if he didnât try to see you now or would the mere sight of him just make you angrier? He plops down on his bed as these questions run through his mind, butting into each other and making everything more confusing.Â
He thinks back on everything that led to this, and his mind settles on that day a few days after graduation where his thoughts had dropped to the lowest pits of hell. If only you hadnât brought those two damned lollipops.
--
The next morning, Sunghoon wakes up as if somebody had slapped him awake. He doesnât bother to brush his teeth or eat anything before running over to your house, almost forgetting to put shoes on. He finds you in your room, packing the last of your things into an already full suitcase. He stands at your door, panting as his hands rest on his knees.
âYou havenât left yet. Thank God.â
âGod, Hoon. Itâs not that far between your house and mine. How are you so out of breath,â you say, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
He walks to you and kneels in front of you, taking you in his arms before you can say anything. âTalk to me, please. Donât leave like this. Iâd never forgive myself if you left and you were mad at me, Y/N.â
You thought youâd cried so much last night that there was not a single drop of water left in your body, but you thought wrong. Your eyes immediately well up at his words, and he leans back when he hears a soft sniffle escaping you. Only then does he notice how puffy your eyes from all your crying.
âNo, no⌠Have you been crying? Iâm so sorry, pretty, please donât cry,â he pouts, pulling you back into his embrace. It hasnât even been half a day, but you missed his warmth so much, it only makes you cry harder.
After sobbing against his chest, possibly staining his shirt in the process, you pull away and in your light-headed, dehydrated state, spill your heart out. âItâs so stupid,â you sob. âWeâre not gonna see each other for months and Iâm gonna miss you so much and I donât want you to be with other girls. I want you all to myself and I donât want to be your friend that you fucked for a summer just so you could get experience, it was a stupid idea in the first place, if you wanted to kiss me, you shouldâve just kissed me. But you didnât just kiss me and now Iâm scared that this all meant nothing to you but everything to me and that I donât want to be friends anymore but you do and Iâm mad that it took me all summer to say this even though Iâve known it for years but I didnât want to admit it to myself but also you didnât say anything and Iâm mad about that too. Because thereâs no way you donât feel like I do but maybe you actually donât and-â
Whatever you were about to say dies out against Sunghoonâs lips as he presses his lips to yours, interrupting your rambling. He pulls away, looking at you with a huge, stupid grin. Heâs so stupid, you think. I love him so much.
âFucking hell, Y/N. Iâve been waiting for you to say this so bad, you have no idea.â
You punch his chest, frowning at him. Those stupid tears wonât stop. Everything is so stupid. âThen why didnât you say it first?â
âBecause I didnât know how to. You know Iâm bad with words. And I was scared itâd make things weird.â
âI donât want things to be weird,â you pout.
âI donât want things to be weird, either. I want things to be nice and happy.â
You giggle. âThatâs so stupid.â
âRight? Itâs so stupid,â he repeats, kissing you again.
âYour breath smells,â you complain when he pulls away.
âAnd you have tears on your lips. Tastes salty,â he teases.
âYeah, thanks to who?â
âSorry.â He smiles and kisses you again. He holds you against him for a while, enjoying this last moment together. As long as he can see a smile on your face before you leave, heâll be fine.
âIâm gonna miss you so much too, Y/N. And forget about those non-existent girls. Thereâs no one Iâd rather be with than you.â
âHow do you know? You havenât met any of them yet,â you say, voice muffled against his t-shirt.
âIâve met other girls before. None of them compare to you,â he says, and you immediately gag at how clichĂŠ it sounds. âWhat?! Itâs true,â he giggles.
âYouâre not gonna go and date a random guy, are you?â
âOf course not. None of them compare to you,â you say, lowering your voice to imitate his.
He helps you finish packing, and when youâre done, you lay together on your bed, not saying much because not much needs to be said. Your parents struggle to tear you away from each other and from your bed when itâs time to leave. He helps your dad put your baggage in the trunk of his car, telling you to not lift a finger so you watch him go to and from the car, leaving a kiss on your forehead every time he walks past you. You notice with a smile that he doesnât carry much at once, making him have to go back-and-forth quite often.
After saying goodbye to your family, your dad waits in the car as you and Sunghoon hang back awkwardly, kicking small pebbles on the pavement. He takes your hand in his, making you look up at him, then takes the other hand, then hugs you close to him.
âIâm gonna miss you,â you say, as if that wasnât obvious. Youâre trying hard to fight tears from falling again, but itâs like thereâs an ocean behind your eyes, water somehow never running out.Â
âI already miss you,â he says, and thatâs enough to get you to sob again, which makes him start crying too. Youâre crying, heâs crying, your mom is crying from the porch as she watches the two of you, itâs a mess.
You force yourself away from him, cupping his face in your hands. âWeâll see each other soon, okay? And college will be fun. You wonât even have time to miss me. But make time to think about me, yeah? And text me.â
âI will. Iâll think about you all the time, I already do,â he says.
âOkay,â you whisper and hug him one last time, very briefly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Youâre about to walk away but he doesnât let go of your hand and pulls on your arm to bring you back to him.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers, âI love you,â and you sob.
âI love you, too.â
This time, when you walk away, he lets you go. He watches as you get into the passengerâs seat and as the car drives away, as it takes you away from him. You watch him stand there in the rearview mirror, until his silhouette becomes smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until you canât see him at all anymore.
--
Summer went and fall came as they do every year. Dead leaves are falling but itâs a new start for you. Itâs a new town and you donât know anybody, but you click instantly with your roommate and make new friends throughout your first week there. You realize everybodyâs in the same boat, and theyâre all eager to meet people and are curious about college life. You love your classes but complain about them nonetheless. You eat more ramen than youâd like to admit and turn up hungover at a 9 am class on a Thursday. You pull all-nighters at the library and develop a caffeine dependency. Youâre a college student.
You and Sunghoon were very dramatic when you left, you soon realize. You call almost everyday. Heâs not there with you and you miss him but at least you donât have to pretend youâre not stupidly in love with him anymore. Because itâs stupid, being in love, it really is. You wouldnât trade it for the world.
Your first semester passes by almost too quickly, and before you know it, youâre on the drive home, already one eighth of the way through university. Youâre excited to go home, but Sunghoonâs finals last a week longer so you wait around for him. When you complain about it, Chaeyoung tells you to get a grip. âYou havenât seen him in three months, Iâm sure you can handle another week.â
And you can, but barely. You were about to explode but then heâs back and youâre in his arms and his hair is still so soft, his scent is still so comforting and his moles are still there. You kiss them both before you finally press your lips to his, and it makes you feel so alive, you could die right then and there.
You lie on his bed and talk for hours as if you didnât keep in touch the whole time and itâs like you never left. Itâs like summer never ended and youâve just been lying in his bed the whole time, college just one big fever dream.Â
But his skin doesnât smell like chlorine anymore, and heâs not in his swimming trunks. Itâs fall, almost winter, and youâre kissing Park Sunghoon. You realize you can kiss him whatever the season and you find comfort in that. It was a big day (you cried a lot when you saw him) and youâre tired so you think youâll kiss for a bit and thatâll be all but then he whispers âI missed you so muchâ against your neck and a fire lights inside your stomach. Oh, how it burns. You think it might consume you whole, but you donât dislike that idea.
In a flash, youâre on top of him, his shirt is off, your shirt is off, but itâs not enough so you take your pants off too and Sunghoon is confused as to why youâre going so fast, but follows you anyway. âWhatâs going on?â he asks when youâre done with the taking off of your clothes and have moved on to kissing and biting at his neck like itâs your first meal in ages, because it is.
âI missed you too,â you simply answer, and he smirks as he nods slowly, now understanding your eagerness.
âMissed me that much, huh?â he teases, letting his head fall back against the pillow so you have better access to his neck.
âShut up. Kiss me,â you order, and he doesnât need to be told twice. Your kisses are ravenous and desperate, very fitting for two horny people in love who havenât seen each other in months. But the pulse in your core makes you too impatient to stay anywhere for too long, and really, itâs not your fault if youâre grinding down onto Sunghoonâs clothed erection, itâs just that he smells too good and you missed him too much.
Sunghoon laughs at you for being so impatient to hide just how impatient he is. His giggles keep him from moaning loudly enough to wake the whole house, and you laugh as you tell him to stop laughing.
âIâm serious. I missed you so much. Need you so bad,â you say as you get rid of your underwear and quickly do the same for his. He gasps when he feels you take his dick in your hand and brush its tip between your folds, both out of pleasure and out of surprise.
âShouldnât I get you ready? Stretch you out a bit?â he asks, his hands roaming up and down your back as he sits up on the bed so that youâre straddling his lap, and you shake your head no. Youâre probably already embarrassingly wet from your short makeout session, anyway.
âI donât care if it hurts,â you say, lining his tip with your entrance. âNeed to feel you.â
You sink down on his cock, the both of you releasing loud moans at the long-awaited feeling. He lets you adjust to his size for a minute, but as soon as you move your hips just a bit, signaling to him that youâre ready for more, itâs over for you. He wanted to be patient and take his time, he really did, but you feel so warm around him and your small whimpers are so pretty that his resolve of letting you take the lead is thrown out the window. He pounds into you at a rapid pace that has you biting his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming.
You had imagined your first time back with Sunghoon so many times before. It usually involved a nice playlist in the background, fairy lights and candles lighting the room, hours of foreplay and sensual lovemaking, with a nice bath afterwards. Sometimes, when you were particularly needy for him, you imagined something closer to what was actually happening, where youâd rip each otherâs clothes as soon as you got to the bedroom and fucked like animals (a bit much, admittedly, but you really missed him).
What you definitely hadnât expected, however, was that youâd both cum in less than five minutes. What could you do, though, when he was hitting your g-spot over and over again, his length stretching you perfectly as he whispered in your ear how much heâd missed you and how good you felt? And what could he do when you took him in so well, clinging onto him as you told him how much youâd missed him and how good he felt?
You finish at the same time, hole clenching around him and milking him dry. He doesnât pull out for a while, letting you collapse onto him as you both catch your breaths, just like you had that first time. âThat was a bit quick,â he pants, and you canât help but laugh.Â
You pull back to look at his face. Itâs so pretty and stupid. What a stupid face that you love so much. Do you love it because itâs stupid or is it stupid because you love it? You think that thatâs a stupid question, and you kiss the mole on his nose, then the mole on his cheek, right next to his nose.
âWe have all night to go slower.â
âWe have all Christmas break,â he corrects.
We have the rest of our lives, you think, and you think that might be a bit much, but you say it anyway. Sunghoon hums and says, âyes, we do,â and you think maybe itâs not all that stupid.
Maybe itâs the greatest thing thatâs ever been.
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- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader
in the wake of your scandalous divorce, you fall into the arms of emperor gojo satoru. for a while, you believe you have found love⌠until it becomes clear that your new husband is scheming behind your back! love, marriage, divorce⌠are you doomed to go through this path the second time?
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âmight be ooc, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, marriage of convenience, explicit smut, pregnancy
note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the second part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.2k ! thank you so much for your love in the first part𩵠but as of now, TAGLIST IS CLOSED so i'd appreciate it if the comment section won't be flooded with asks for tags :')
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Heavens, help me... I love her too damn much!
For Gojo Satoru, love was once an abstract concept. At first, he thought it was admiration, or a sense of obsessionâ
But on the day he watched you become Zenâin Naoyaâs bride, Satoru realized it was much deeper than that. It felt like the sharpest sword had pierced straight into him and lodged itself there.
And then, years laterâ as if hearing his prayers, you became his. Since then, his life was perfect, because he wasn't lying when he said that you were everything he wanted in life.
Yet in a twist of fate, that same sinking, horrific feeling washed over him... as he watched the pagoda he built for you engulfed in flames.
You were there. Satoru felt himself staggering as he took in the mortifying sight. You and his unborn child are inside!
He didn't waste a breath as he dashed towards where you were, crushing everything in his path in the process, but just as he was about to enter the scorching templeâ
âSatoru, no!â Suguru grabbed him, restraining him with his own body. âGet back!â
âNo!â he screamed at him frantically. âShe is there! Suguru, let goâ!â
And then the worst happened, as the pagoda completely crumbled into a heap of rubble. Satoru's breath was knocked out of him as he faced the reality that he couldn't save you in time. And he felt like losing his consciousness as he wheezed, and thrashed in Suguru's hold.
It was all too much for him to comprehend as he struggled against the devastation before him.
How... did this happen? You were happy. You were about to welcome a child into your lives! The two of you really were...
SEVERAL WEEKS PRIOR
Your husband is trying to use you to wage a war... against your homeland.
You secluded yourself in your study, trying to make sense what you just overheard.
In a broader perspective, Satoru's actions could be constituted as national defense. If he perceived the Eastern Empire as a threat, then countermeasures were indeed necessary. But if not...
Regardless, it was not the very idea that blew you, but how he planned to use you to sway sentiment in your former country, to weaken them.
Is that what he's been aiming all this time? You felt like a hypocrite to question this since you too were using him. But these days, you were certainly not using himâyou were falling in love with him.
It was strange, because you were supposed to be furious if that was his intent from the start. Yet what you felt right now was profound sadness, possibly even denial and heartbreak. You kept thinking how there must be another explanationâ
âSweetheart, hello~!â
You were startled when the door to your study was suddenly flung open, and the man from your thoughts strode in with a broad grin, completely oblivious to your inner turmoil.
"Satoru." You fixed him with a genial smile, even as nausea churned within you. Straightening your skirts, you looked up at him.
"I've been told you haven't been well, and Shoko said you've seen the physician," Satoru frowned, his long fingers cradling your face as he half-sat on your desk. "How did it go? What did he say?"
"Oh..." you clammed up, feeling at loss. "He said..."
Your dashing husband tilted his head curiously, bright eyes softened, worried lines etched on his face were so clear... and despite your conflict, you didn't have the heart to deny him this news.
"I'm with child." This time, your smile was genuine as you pushed back your intrusive thoughts. "Satoru... I'm carrying our child."
For a full ten seconds, Satoru was stunned, staring at you with a blank expression, his lips slightly parted. "H-huh...? Child? A... baby?"
"Mm-hm. A living baby."
"O-oh..." Satoru blinked his eyes rapidlyâlooking at your face, then your abdomenâbefore his expression broke into absolute wonder, broadly grinning. "T-that's... ohâ it'sâ!"
To say he was speechless didn't cut it as he stuttered, messed his hair, pinched his own cheek, becoming restless yet looking so incredibly giddyâ
"My queen!" Satoru suddenly lifted you and spun you around midair. "My beautiful wifeâ!" before gently sitting you on the desk and burying his face in your skirts, hugging your waist tightly. "Good lord, I'mâ I'm soâ!"
It hadn't truly dawned on you until now that you were going to become a mother. Witnessing Satoru's unabashed reaction as he nestled his face into you⌠nearly brought tears to your eyes.
Right in this moment, you didn't entertain any other thoughts. You were deeply moved by your husband's overwhelming excitement for your baby. And the realization that, despite Naoya's accusationsâ
Satoru looked up at you the second you sniffled, and he immediately drew you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Hey, no tears, yeah?" He rested a hand on your jaw, his eyes sparkling with utter adoration as he gazed at you. "This is wonderful. We're going to be parents. This child... a part of you and meâwe're going to bring them into the world."
You tugged his collar close and brushed your lips against his. And he responded with equal fervor. You yearned for this closeness with him.
. . .
But still in the back of your head, that lingering, buried fear whisperedâ
Is the man who adores you this much... capable of hurting you to the same extent?
With your bare bodies pressed closely, and you under him, Satoru could sense the rapid beat of your heart. And in return, you felt the heat of his palms against your skin and the tremors in his breath.
Yet now, in your marital bed, it quickly became clear to him that you, who were usually so composed and collected, were nervous. Satoru couldn't suppress the smile spreading across his face even if he tried.
"This is far from our first time, Empress." His coy smirk taunted you as he littered kisses along your jawline and chest. "What are you so jittery about, hmm?"
"Ah..." you let out a soft sigh as he sucked your breast with his mouth. "N-nothing... you're mistaken."
"Hmm... not confessing? Right..." He then grabbed the generous mound of your other breast and fondled it, making you squirm and moan.
But in the midst of this eroticism, suddenly your mind was thrown back toâ
âThatâs why I have her here.â
"Satoru," you breathed out, catching his hands. He looked up to you in slight surprise, thinking that you wanted to stop.
But he was in for a plot twist when you first pushed him, then flipped him underneath you, straddling him and capturing his lush lips, yanking his hair in the process.
"Whoaâ hey..." Satoru held your hips, visibly startled but clearly enjoying your sudden whim, snickering. "My queenâohhâ you're a sight to behold, on top of me."
He grabbed the flesh of your bottom, sinking his fingers into it and pulling you forward. You let yourself be moved until your thighs were next to his ears.
Suddenly, it was, at once, the most peculiar experienceâthe greatest confidence boost you had ever received, and the hottest thing he had ever seen.
"You're so damn wet already," your husband nipped your inner thigh playfully as he observed your folds, and you gasped. "Are you ready?"
In response, you slammed yourself onto his face because, right now, you were in a less than forgiving mood.
"You look good under me," you darkly retorted, but then you choked on your own breath when your husband started licking your folds messily with his tongue.
Satoru smirked at the sound of your breathless noises, responding by lapping even more fervently. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tightening their grip on his scalp as you began to grind yourself against his face.
"You a-are really n-nasty!" you moaned, voice breaking at the feeling his sinful tongue parting your opening. "Maybe y-you have lied to me⌠all th-is time."
Satoru furrowed his brows in slight confusion, and perhaps a bit of annoyance, as he pinched your clit in retaliation, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.
"You'reâ awful!" but contrary to your claims, your face contorted with pleasure as the tight coil in your belly spasmed. "How m-many women... h-have you beguiled like m-me?"
He almost laughed into your ass. Literally. If being called awful was the price for pleasuring the most beautiful woman in the lands, then Satoru would be happy to be that horrible person every day of his life.
But then, you suddenly shifted on top of him, no longer positioning your hips in his face, and he quickly caught your face, crashing his lips against yours so both of you wouldnât part for even a second.
"Nobody else," he murmured, wet lips and tongue ravishing yours, so much lust glistening in his eyes. "I'm all yoursâ forever." Just as he whispered it amidst pants, he groaned when your hand sneakily went to his very hard length.
And firmly grasped it. He got swollen just by tasting you and hearing your noises earlier. He growled, and against his senses, he pushed you down to lodge it inside you, penetrating and splitting you apart in one go.
âAhâ! Satoruâ itâs tooâŚ!â you babbled breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders, feeling his huge cock pulsing inside your tight walls.
âYour fault,â he rebuked, eyes narrowing into darker shades, rigorously moving his hips against yours as he sat up. It was impossible to hold it in any longer, he could feel it already.
He tensed up, adjusting his position, so close to losing it inside you, and when he heard your dirty mewls and felt you shudderâreverberating through his body tooâSatoru gripped your waist tighter, groaning, holding you in place to release his load inside you with precision.
Your body gave in as well, releasing at the same moment his cum burst inside you. Your vision blurred as the nastiest of moans escaped you, yet you felt so safe as your husband caught you in his arms.
. . .
"Are you okay?" Satoru asked worriedly after you rolled off him in the aftermath of your bliss. "Do you feel sick?" Your unfocused eyes met his, and he looked panicked, pulling you closer. "Shit, did I go too far? I shouldn't have, especially with the baby still in the early stages..."
"I'm... okay," you croaked, trying to reassure him. "Just tired..."
Heaving a relieved sigh, Satoru pecked you in the lips.
"Am I... a mess?" you leaned on him with a blissful smile, feeling his cum still trickling out between your legs.
"Yeah... My beautiful mess, that is." Satoru chuckled, reveling in the state of your disarray. "Soon enough," his hands traced your skin before settling on your tummy, a fond smile curving his lips. "Our baby will grow here."
"Yesâ" you replied, placing your palm over his. "Do you... want a boy or girl?"
A boy would be the much sought-after prince, and you fully expected him to favor it, until to your surprise, Satoru lightly hummed and pressed a kiss on your belly button.
"Does that matter? What's important is you deliver them safely and they're healthy," he chuckled. "A princess will be nice... she'll turn out to be as lovely as you."
"But the heir has to be a prince..."
"Nah. I can always amend the succession norms. I'm the emperor."
And you giggled next. Seeing how free you looked, Satoru thought you were the woman overturning his skies and stars, and you truly areâas now you are the mother of his own flesh and blood, his future empire.
There will be a nation-wide celebration for you. Satoru insisted it was a must, and he would invite dignitaries from neighboring empires and kingdoms as well.
Including the Eastern Empire.
. . .
âYour Majesty. I... bring a gift and an invitation from the Western Empire.â
Naoya clacked his heel on the carpet, casting a sharp, yet uninterested look at his aide.
âThere will be a celebration forââ the poor man gulped uneasily, faltering as if he could foresee how his emperor would react. Naoya scowled.
âSpit it out.â
âThe former empressâ pregnancy, Your Majesty!â
âWhat...?â At that moment, he snapped his head towards him. It felt like everything he had ever known came crashing down. âY/N...?â
That canât be possible. For many years both of you had failed. That was why he took that maid and divorced you. No, upon reflection, it was never truly his intention to divorce youâhe had wanted you to raise that child if you couldn't bear one.
But then you completely ignored him and had an affair with Gojo Satoru. He was furious. He couldn't bear the disgrace of it all, so he went with the divorce, if only to assert some control. However, the joke was on him, as you ultimately fled with Gojo entirely.
But if you arenât infertile... Then, what did that make him?
Numerous thoughts ran through his mind. Was it possible that it was his child instead of Gojoâs? How many months had it been anyway?
...or could it be that he is the one who isâ!
âNo...â he muttered, frantic, taking sharp breaths. âAbsolute rubbish!â
The aide stared at him in fear, as Naoya appeared unhinged now. But soon, that fear gave away to pity, as the emperor trashed his desk and howled in frustrationâ but contrary to the expected fury, Naoya looked like he was mourning, evident by the way he flung everything but the very portrait from his coronation day.
Of him and you. Even after that disastrous divorce, he had never taken it down from the wall of his study. Now, Naoya was staring at it, a multitude emotions clouding his eyes.
This man, just as the aide had always thought, has thrown away the only good thing he has in his life.
âAre the invitations sent already?â Satoru asked with a blooming smile, rolling the yarn out of his catâs reach as the poor kitty grappled to catch it. âAnd how are the preparations going?â
âBanquets are usually handled by the Empress, but you really go out of your way and do it instead,â Suguru shook his head, unamused by the added workload it brought him, especially considering his disinterest in festivities.
âTheyâre all sent, some of them respondedâbefore you ask, Naoya hasnâtâ and Iâve cascaded the preparation to Shoko, since I have no clue what to do about it.â
âWell, not that I care if heâs going to stay sour and wants his name tarnished in the daily papers as a bitter ex-husbandâŚâ Satoru shrugged, petting Sugu-chan as the cat purred contentedly. âHe is tactless, he very well might be.â
âYou really want to spite him, donât youâŚâ Suguru sighed. âYou even sent him a note. It was unnecessary.â
âHe was the one hurling curses at me and my empress first. Iâm just returning the favor.â
The note in question was of lines after lines of flowery nonsense about gratitude and whatnot. Satoru imagined Naoya's vein would burst after reading his card.
âIâm happy for you, Satoru.â As exasperated as Suguru was, his smile was genuine when he said it. âA royal baby, huh...â
"Suguru." The emperor's voice suddenly dropped an octave, surprising him. "What about the placement of the totem I told you the other day?"
The abrupt shift in conversation made Suguru visibly uncomfortable, and again, they were back to this topic.
"You're seriously going to do this?" the duke asked, almost in disbelief. "Satoru, you're going to become a father. You have everything already. This will lead to war one way or another, andâwhat if the Empress finds out? How do you think it'll make her feel?"
However, Satoru's gaze was cold as he dismissed most of Suguru's tirade. There was a chill in his expression that made his longtime friend inwardly questioned who the man before him was.
"I'm asking you. Have you done it or not, Suguru?"
"You're going to put a curse on a whole village, Satoru."
"I told Zen'in Naoya the moment I got Y/N, that it would mark the beginning of his downfall. I'm making good on that promise."
Suguru pressed his eyes shut to calm his fury. Morally, what Satoru did was wrong, but politically, this was the art of war. Suguru purely opposed to this out of consideration for you.
Few understood Satoru's actions as well as Suguru did. He might understand, others like you and Shoko wouldn't.
"Just remember, when the Empress catches wind of this, she's going to resent you," Suguru warned. "No matter what your reasoning might be."
Satoru's upper lip curled upwards, his eyes bereft of light, narrowing with indifference.
"Unless you never tell her, that is of no relevance."
Love... has he ever loved you all this time?
Naoya had never been confronted with that question or pondered it, simply because he never considered love existed within the context of something as grand as monarchy.
You were chosen because you were well-bred and well-versed in the arts of nobility. You were indeed the epitome of an ideal empress, a fact evident throughout your tenure.
But...
"Naoya!" you yelled at him and caught his hand. "You're a fool! Why did you keep doing that!?"
It was a long-buried memory, when you were still in your teens, around the time you were just made the crown princess. His hands, bruised and bloodied, and you tended to them.
"I'm not weak, you know," he sullenly barked. "I have to train to be stronger."
"You definitely have to train, yes... but you have to take breaks!" you retorted angrily.
"Why do you care so much anyway?" he snapped back. "It's not like your hands that are injured."
And that moment, you were suddenly almost in tears. Naoya never understood why.
"Don't cry." But his instincts told him to make you not cry. "Don't cry. I'm fine, see?"
. . .
Zen'in Naoya jerked awake from his slumber, realizing he had forgotten what his dream was, that it was still the late afternoon, and he was still in his study.
All he felt was that nostalgic feeling, and it intensified when he glanced up... only to see his coronation portrait on the wall.
It was almost as if you were still here. You were incredibly stunning, he had to admit that. Why hadnât he realized until just recently?
The way your crimson dress flowed out, and that thin, serene smile on your face... you were a picture-perfect empress, and that was not an exaggeration. No one could measure up to youâ
"Your Majesty~!"
Especially not Hanabi.
"Your Majesty, the princess has started holding her head up!" Hanabi, now no longer dressed in rags but rather in one of your dresses, excitedly remarking, "Soon, she will start toâ"
Naoya's gaze fell on her dress. He recognized it instantly. That specific deep, vibrant shade of red with serpent-like waistband. It was one of his gifts to you for your birthday. "Why are you wearing that?"
"Huh?" she seems perplexed. "Oh this... I thought it looks pretty..."
But to her surprise, he suddenly flared with fury. "That isn't yours, you dullard," he spat out.
Her expression sank in heartbreak as he continued with his venomous speech. "Know your place." His words cut like a blade. "And I keep telling you, a princess is of no use to the throne!"
Hanabi fought to hold back the tears, because not only had he insulted her, worse still, he showed no interest in their daughter. "She is still of your blood, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice trembling.
"I told you, I only want a heir." His sneer caused her eyes to widen in shock. "Other than that, I won't care."
"Your Majesty, pleaseâ" Hanabi was desperate for him to acknowledge their daughter, when she caught sight of your ethereal face on the wall.
He still hasn't taken it down. It made her eyes twitch, and her own anger to rise.
"The former empress..." she stared at your picture resentfully. "You still have her here. We never even have our portraits painted..."
Naoya's icy gaze leveled at her without a hint of sympathy, despite the woman standing before him being the mother of his child.
"Why do you look at me like that?" Hanabi asked, tears spilling from her eyes. "You used to care for me when you thought I would bear you a son. Even if it's a daughter, she deserves love too, doesn't she?"
In the last five years, she had come to know that the emperor wasn't always this manic person. He used to be gentler, or at least not as vindictive.
And she never truly wanted you to be cast away like that. She looked up to you, admired you from up close, and meant it when she said she would carry your legacy as best as she could.
"Are you dumb?" Naoya barked. "I told you to know your place!"
...yet why? Why are people in this palace so harsh to her?
âI wish you luck on that, Hanabi. Beware, the emperor is fickleâŚâ
Your unkind eyes, Naoya's disdainful stares even after she gave birth to his child... She didn't even care about becoming the empress anymore. She just wanted a happy life!
"If it was the former empress' child... even if it was a princess..." Hanabi turned to him with determination even amidst her pitiful tears. "You wouldn't cast her aside just like you do now with my daughter, would you, Your Majesty?"
Naoya's gaze, devoid of emotion and filled with blatant disinterest more than anything, shot through her, hurting her more than if it was filled with fury instead.
The lack of warmth in his stare made her feel like being looked through rather than being seen. As if she is that insignificant.
"Leave," he ordered coldly next, turning his back on her.
And there is her answer.
Hanabi had been your maid for five long years. She knew who you were, what you stood for, and your whole demeanor. Yet, despite her best efforts, she could never emulate you in the same way, could she?
. . .
"My lady... don't you know that the former empress is with child?"
Once again, Hanabi felt the sting of ice when her lady-in-waiting delivered the news.
"Empress... Y/N?" she whispered. "How...?"
You were stripped of your titles here, and yet you still remained a queen somewhere else. Hanabi might have won Naoya's favor, but now she was losing it while you had another emperor's affection.
Not much had changed about you. You still occupied the highest seat a woman could possibly attain. Whereas she...
"But she is barren!" she turned to her confidant then, almost in disbelief.
"Evidently not. Emperor Gojo has proven that."
How nice. A part of Hanabi wanted to congratulate you because she knew of your sufferingsâhow much you longed to hold a baby from your womb in your arms.
How unfair... But another part of her couldn't help but despise you. Because even in your absence, she still had to live in your shadow. Because you, who had lost everything, regained it all so easily.
"And my lady... Emperor Gojo is going to throw a banquet for this occasion next month. You are expected to attend it."
"Sweetheart, you asleep?"
One night, several weeks later, just as you were about to drift off to sleep, you felt the sheets shift as Satoru slipped into bed beside you.
Though you didn't turn to face him, you felt his warm hands wrap around your waist from behind.
"Satoru... you're back," you murmured sleepily.
"Mm-hmm," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest and burying his face in your hair, taking in your scent. "Shoko told me you've been in your bedchamber since breakfast. Are you okay?"
"I get queasy if I walk too much, so I've been lying down all day... But don't worry, the physician said it's normal in early stages of pregnancy."
His grip on you tightened, as he caressed your belly. "Hmm, naughty baby. I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"Where were you?"
For days now, he had been away, and you hadn't really questioned him. You had your guesses thoughâ
"I was overseeing the construction of a new pagoda," he said softly, kissing your neck. "For you, actually."
That was so unexpected that it made you open your eyes fully. "Whatâ for me?" Building pagoda was definitely not a small affair. Usually it was for religious purposes.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby. It's expected to be completed before your celebration banquet."
The tower would be the testament of his love for you and your unborn child. Despite yourself, your heart swelled with overwhelming warmth.
"You're so silly... why do you spend the tax funds for that?" you brushed off the faint heat in your face, not daring to look at him still.
"Whatever I wouldn't do for you?" he cheekily retorted, chuckling.
You had never felt this cherished before, and this time you were certainâyou were more than ready to fall in love with this man.
But he... is planning to use you, isn't he?
"Satoru." You shuffled to turn and face him, causing him to crack his lidded eyes open. You gazed at him, placing both of your hands on his face, caressing his face softly.
You're so kind to me. I appreciate you for that. You wanted to tell him various things, but the darkness in your heart ever since overhearing his exchange with Suguru made it hard for you to do so.
"Mm? What is it?" he drawled with a small smile, leaning into your touch.
âYou... love me, don't you?â
His bright eyes found yours then, sharp and steady. An impossibly fond smile graced his lips, as if finding what you said the most natural thing there was.
âThroughout heaven and earth,â he proclaimed, his voice steady to match his eyes. âYes, my queen.â
...then you would trust him, if only just for this moment. The genuine sincerity in his eyes, the raw authenticity in his words... it all felt too real.
And so, even when you were well-aware of the bitter possibility of truth, you leaned in and kissed him, giving yourself to his touch as his hand slipped inside you.
And soon, came the day of the lavish banquet solely held to celebrate your pregnancy.
You were seated on your throne, dressed in a stunning aquamarine gown. The skirt of the dress was full and flowing, spilling onto the floor in a waterfall of shimmering fabric. Upon your head perched your crown of diamonds, glinting beneath the light, and your ceremonial veil to make you look as queenly as you could possibly be.
Everyone would agree that you were a sight to behold, and that you were worthy of every praise possible.
"Many congratulations to you, Your Majesty."
"This is a splendid news! A royal baby!"
"To think that the emperor has settled down... sniff, how long have we been waiting for this...? We almost gave up."
You almost giggled at the way Archbishop Yaga wiped his tears with a handkerchief as he presented you with his gift.
Despite your initial reservations, you enjoyed the festivities more than you expected. You had opposed the idea at first, finding it quite unnecessary, but Satoru had pouted for three long days until you eventually relented to appease him.
Speaking of him, he was equally dressed to impress, looking every bit as an emperor he was in an exquisite aquamarine military uniform and robes. Despite engaging in conversation with Earl Nanami, he kept a watchful eye on you, stealing glances in your direction to ensure you were well.
You nodded at him, and he threw you a wink. You smiled.
Everything was truly going well... until the herald announced:
"Prince Megumi and Royal Consort Hanabi from Eastern Empire!"
There was suddenly a hush over the crowd as the two made their entrance. You stilled, looking at the figure responsible for your checkered lifeâ
Hanabi was starkly different since the last you saw her at the courthouse during your divorce. Her dress was now a vibrant shade of burgundy red, reminiscent of a gown you once wore. Gone was her air of humility, replaced by a display of extravagance befitting a noblewoman.
She is no longer your maid, but Naoya's consort. There was no trace of the woman who once served you. You were actually impressed, as she could actually shape herself into the image of a royal consort.
"Empress." However, your attention quickly shifted to Naoya's nephew, and once also your ward, Megumi, as he bowed before you respectfully. "Congratulations."
A fond smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you regarded the young prince who had once been a very shy individual. It reminded you of the days spent with him just to get him out of his shell.
"Thank you, Megumi."
"Diamonds suit you far better than golds do. I wish only for the best for you, Your Majesty."
It warmed your heart, really. Using that reference to your gold crown from your time in the Eastern Empire, you could see how much Megumi truly understood your position and bore no resentment towards you.
Could the same be said for Naoya though?
Right after you received his giftâan ornate box that seemed oddly familiar to youâHanabi suddenly blurted out:
"So, fate has smiled upon you. Congratulations Empress Y/N." She kept that soft, meaningful smile on her face as she offered her felicitations.
Ever since her arrival was announced, something about her demeanor had bothered you. There was a subtle emptiness that seemed to linger in her gaze.
"Thank you," you responded, and that was when you noticed it. There was never any celebration for the birth of her daughter and Naoya, only a passing announcement.
And so, you added. "Congratulations on the birth of the princess too."
You could have sworn her expression fell for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and bowed her head to you.
For a while, you lost sight of her in the crowd, feeling quite comfortable in your dais. Soon after, Satoru returned to your side, and the herald announced:
"Attention! His Majesty the Emperor's gift for Her Majesty the Empress!"
You looked at Satoru questioningly, and he gave you a dashing smirk before turning to the crowd.
"Thank you, all of you, for joining us to celebrate this joyous occasion." The way he carried himself and the sheer confidence he exuded was mesmerizing, you couldn't deny how it made you swoon. "I've been infamous for many things, and I'm sure the tales have spread far and wide. So please, allow me one more gesture with you as the witnesses."
The crowd giggled at his words, and you finally spotted Hanabi among them, quietly assessing the scene.
Your husband turned to you, a soft smile on his face.
"This is for you my empressâ my lovely queen. Words can't describe how elated I am to know that now you bear our child." He took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. "And it's only fitting that I praise you along with the skies and the stars."
A footman arrived and presented a pearly box. Satoru opened it, revealing a necklace inside. The centerpiece was a large, flawless diamond surrounded by smaller, perfectly cut stones of the same kind. No matter how you saw it, it was truly a work of art, meant to captivate and dazzle anyone who laid eyes on it.
You let out a gasp. "This..."
Satoru grinned, picking up the jewelry and preparing to place it on you. "Nothing much. Just a little trinket for you."
"This is not just a 'little trinket'!"
Your banter elicited another round of snickers from the audience as Satoru fastened the necklace around your neck. The moment he did, the crowd erupted into applause.
"Actually, my real gift is the new pagoda in the royal gardens, built in honor of the Empress," Satoru stated effortlessly, grinning unabashedly. "Feel free to stop by later, everyone."
To the ton, for him to gift you with something so sacred was the height of extravagance. Some of them wondered how you had managed to turn the elusive emperor into someone so devoted to you.
And a few... might be harboring ill will against you for it.
. . .
Later that night, you were sorting through the gifts you had received throughout the day.
"I don't understand, why would you give an expecting woman this?" Shoko picked apart a manuscript that was the gift from Archbishop Yaga. "Who would read this?"
"I wouldn't, but I'm sure Duke Geto would," you replied, and soon the two of you were giggling together.
From jewelry to ornaments, you were pleased with all the gifts presented by the guests from day one. While most were given out of formality, it was heartwarming to imagine your baby seeing all these someday.
Your attention soon turned to the box Megumi handed you earlierâNaoya's gift.
You were intrigued, because what could your spiteful ex-husband could possibly give you? And you immediately reached over to open the lid to find...
"What's that?" Shoko asked as your eyes widened in slight surprise.
Inside the box was an intricate gold and ruby necklace. One you knew well. The very one you wore during your coronation as the Empress of the Eastern Empire.
Years ago, Naoya himself had chosen this piece for you, and now he was gifting it to you, again?
âFrom now on, itâs going to be me and you, Empress.â
Reliving years of your marriage with him wasn't easy. You two were childhood sweethearts, and had been happy in the beginning. You couldn't pinpoint when things began to fall apart, but suddenly Naoya turned into such a person you didn't recognize altogether.
Seeing this relic made you nostalgic, and before you realized it, you touched it, trying to get a better lookâ
"Ahâ!"
Suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain shot through your abdomen. You instantly dropped the jewelry, letting it crash to the ground, and clutched your lower belly.
"Empress! What happened?!" Shoko rushed to your side in an instant, holding you up, and you whimpered.
"It hurtsâ!" Your breath hitched, as a seemingly invisible knife gutted you from inside. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, leaving you gasping for breath. "Shoko, pleaseâ"
And before you could even scream or think, the pain blindsided you and your vision titled, before blacking out completely.
First came the warmth, then a reassuring squeeze on your hand. As your consciousness returned, you felt groggy, with your surroundings sharpening into focus.
The first thing that became your main focus the moment your eyes fluttered open was Satoru's face, a mixture of fright and relief etched across his features.
"You're awake..." He breathlessly muttered, sitting on your bedside, interlacing his fingers with yours. "How do you feel?"
"Sa...toru..." your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, and as soon as he heard you speak, he exhaled sharply, pulling you into a tight embrace.
"Heavens, Iâ" he let out a long sigh, his breath hot against your neck. "I'm so glad... you are..."
"What h-happened to me...?" you were feeling feverish and a dull throb was pounding at the back of your head, before the shock of it all dawned on you. "B-baby...! Ourâ!"
"Baby is okay too, don't worry," Satoru assured, pulling away from you to gently touch your cheek and squeeze your hand. "Both of you are fine for now..."
The horror that you might lose your baby shook you to the very core. Your vision blurred with the threatening onset of tears.
"Wh-at happened to me, Satoru...?" you asked again as he wiped your first falling tears, your heartbeat sounding so loud in your ears. "I-I was just..."
His expression took on a sudden shift, as if a dark cloud had passed over his face.
"You came into contact with a cursed object," he stated, his eyes hard as he locked onto yours. "You were cursed, Y/N."
"What...?" You were rendered speechless, feeling your body starting to shake. Cursed object? Your past coronation necklace?
Naoya was trying to curse you?
"It's okay, I'm here now, yeah?" Satoru's voice broke through your spiraling thoughts, grounding you in the present. "Look at me. Hey, look at me." he repeated, his deep blue eyes locking onto yours with intensity.
âIâm here. Iâm here with you. Nothingâabsolutely nothingâwill touch you so long as Iâm here.â
But in that moment, your mind was so overwhelmed with fear for yourself and your unborn baby that you couldn't fully grasp the magnitude of the mess unfolding before you, and you just cried in his arms.
Feeling your feeble fingers fisting his robes and your inconsolable tears staining his collar, Satoru gritted his teeth.
âThis won't happen again,â he whispered into your hair, feeling his rage simmering as he felt the tremors of your sobs against his chest. âI swear, I won't let anything like this happen again.â
To Satoru, that was more than enough to justify all his subsequent actions. Putting a curse on his empress essentially amounted to an act of beginning a war.
And it also meant he no longer had to operate behind the scenes.
âKeep them in Clock Tower. No contact. Only food and water at designated times.â
Satoru's icy gaze on the captain of royal guard compelled him to hastily comply with the order, before his eyes landing on the map of the entire continent.
In response to the incident that befell you, he issued orders for open hostility along the eastern and western borders. Soon after, he would formally declare his intention to go to war.
So close. He was so close to achieving his end goal.
. . .
"Satoru!"
Several days later, Suguru burst into his study, visibly outraged. He clenched his fists, looking as if he was about to throttle him altogether.
"Youâ" he heaved a harsh breath. "You have gone too far!"
"What are you talking about, Suguru?"
"Is cursing the entire winery village not enough for you?" This was the first time Suguru had been this furious with him. "Did you really have to massacre the neighboring district as well?!"
"They have placed a curse on my empress." It was so easy for him to say it. "Anyone who dares to harm her shall die."
"You can direct it at Zen'in Naoya! Not the innocent civilians!"
Satoru remained silent, neither shaken nor enraged, and he had finally had enough.
âAre you even sure itâs because the empress is cursed?" Suguru challenged. In his view, this farce had been going on too long.
âNo, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.â
You were informed, days later.
âHis Majesty has placed the prince and royal consort of the Western Empire under strict watch in Clock Tower.â
Clock Tower was essentially the prison where they kept war criminals. Learning that Satoru had confined both Megumi and Hanabi there left you aghast.
After some days of bedrest and getting better, you realized that the entire situation still didn't make sense to you. As hateful as Naoya was, harming you would do him more harm than good. Eastern and Western Empires stood evenly matched in military power, and hence, a conflict between them would bring devastation to both sides.
And moreover, you knew for sure was that Megumi was definitely not the one responsible for this. He was just a boy!
You had to let him out somehow. You had to talk to Satoru about this.
Or at least that was what you thought when you came close to his study.
âAre you even sure it's because the empress is cursed? No, Satoru. You are just using her. For so long, you have wanted to bring bloodshed to Western Empire. You were almost there when Empress Y/N proposed that deal to marry you.â
You stopped on your tracksâstunned into place, to be exact.
âAnd youâve struck gold when she did because her influence will provide you with greater advantage.â Suguru scoffed then, lightly shaking his head with a sneer. âLove? How laughable. All these years, you are planning your warpath, how could you claim you love her when you're trying to ravage her homeland without even considering the impact it would have on her?â
It felt like whiplash. Geto Suguru's voice had your feet rooted to the spot, causing all your doubts to resurface and sizzle in an instant. The very question you had tried to avoid, it was suddenly shoved in your face.
What... will Satoru say? Your heart thumped so loud in your ears it made you almost stagger. He couldn't possibly. He simply couldn't. All his actions... they reflected his affection for you and you believed it because you felt it yourself too.
But Satoru's next response wasâ
âEven when she is derided as the devil, I will bring an end to the Zenâin line in this lifetime.â
And a part of your heart withers then.
The tips of your fingers trembled, finally taking in everything that you had tried to ignore for the past few weeks. It all caught up to you in one overwhelming rush.
Suddenly, it felt as if something inside your chest was torn out and held up for you to see.
"I'm telling you, that day will come sooner than you think, Satoru." Suguru's voice broke through, his frustration palpable. His words snapped you out of your reverie, and you took a step back, retreating to the safety of your study.
The first time you felt utter hollowness wrecking you was when you had suspected that Naoya might have taken Hanabi to his bed. The feelings overwhelming you now were eerily similar to how you felt back then.
Only in this caseâŚ
You had used him first, and if he used you in return... you couldn't fault him.
But isn't it still a bitter truth, even when a mutual transaction is very well within his rights, to know that what you believe as love may apparently not really be the case?
Love... of course, he loves you.
Of that, he was certain.
But at the same time⌠he had his ambitions.
Destroying the Eastern Empire. Was it so wrong that he wanted it? Didn't you want this as well? After all, Naoya had spurned you for a lowly servant and made your life hell, didnât he?
Satoru strolled through the halls and made his way to your study, where the sight of you, so pretty and regal in your seat, greeted him.
His beautiful, graceful wife and empress of his nation. For so long, he had desired you, and now here you were, perched within his walls. His heart couldn't be more fullâ his life is complete already.
"Sweetheart, hey... how are you feeling today?" an adoring grin was visible on his face as he approached you. "Does the baby give you trouble today?"
You didn't answer though, and didn't look at him either. It was quite strange, Satoru thought.
"What's wrong? Is there somethingâ" And when you finally turned to him, the look in your eyes was so eerily cold it almost gave him a chill.
"Release Megumi from your dungeon," you told him with a strained tone. "And return him to his home empire."
The smile on Satoru's face vanished that instant.
"I can't do that."
You rose from your seat, facing him. "He is just a child."
Satoru regarded you with a stern look. âThat child you speak about is a prince of the Eastern Empire. He has committed a great crime against you.â
âNaoya didnât do it.â Your steely gaze was unflinching. âHe might be senseless, but he isnât insane enough to deliberately go into a war he might possibly lose.â
Satoru's eyes darkened at your words, as you stood before him with determination. The way you were so adamant somehow took him aback. âHow... could you defend him? He has wronged you!â
It was one question you had expected, and you had the answer ready.
âEven if he has, I could never wish doom upon my own homeland, Satoru. Iâve lived most of my life there, I did a great deal of things thereâ even if you harbor some sort of misguided contempt or just bloodthirsty enough to lay ruin to Eastern Empire, I refuse to be the puppet for your schemes!â
There it was. You had said it. Everything would crumble once again just like your previous marriage.
Satoru was staring at you in slight disbelief, his eyes gleamed with something that you couldn't really pinpoint. Anger? Disappointment?
âYour life was in danger, as was our unborn childâs. Donât you care about thatâ!â he actually had to stop to catch his breath. âDonât you care that our child nearly didn't make it?â
âAnd? You must have thought it was the perfect grounds for declaring a war?â but you didnât relent and questioned him with a scoff. âAnd afterwards, you would try to use me to gain defectors from Eastern Empire, is that it?â
You saw the flash of surprise in your now-husband's eyes right when you recited his words, but you weren't about to hold back any longer now.
âNow youâre using my safety to justify your actions,â you hissed, feeling like suddenly you understood what all of this was. âYouâre quite cunning, Satoru. Iâve heard everythingâyou will do anything to bring an end to the Zen'in lineage! You wonât even consider the repercussions of my reputation being tarnished across the lands!â
âIs that even important now?â Satoru gritted his teeth to suppress his irritation. âYou have been cursed. Do you honestly think I would let them get away with cursing my empress? How could I, who seek to protect you, be more vicious than whoever in Eastern Empire who cursed you with that necklace?â
âYouâre doing this for your personal gratification!â you exclaimed. âIt is never about me. Youâre just a warmonger!â
The moment those words left your lips, Satoru stilled. His gaze on you faltered, and you couldâve sworn hurt flashed in his face.
âJust how low⌠is your opinion of me?â he asked, his tone dropping, eyes devoid of emotion. âYou jump into conclusions only after overhearing something in a passing and yet you know for sure Naoya wouldnât harm youââ he clenched his jaw.
âYou⌠really loved him, didnât you?â he asked with a sardonic smile. âI know it already. You wonât ever be able to do the same for me. You canât even trust me.â
You were rendered speechless. Despite your doubts of him, hearing this still felt like a slap in your face.
Wonât be able to do the same for him? No. Thatâs not true. You areâ
Satoru let out a defeated laugh and ran his hand through his hair, leaving you uncertain whether he was amused or heartbroken by your lack of response.
âItâs funny, how I have loved you for so long... but apparently the woman I believed to have even a semblance of affection for me doesnât even exist.â
It felt like that one part of you that was capable of feeling love had been stabbed once again.
To say this out loud hurt you deeply, unbeknownst to him. You didnât mean this at all, still it was what came out of you, out of spiteâ
âIn the end, weâre just using each other. Thatâs all we amount to.â
Satoru bitterly snorted, finding your accusation so unfair to him.
âHow cruel is it that Iâm the only one who has to prove this love to you? What about you? Youâre terribly, horribly selfish!â
You stayed silent, looking away, caught between the scorching knives that seemed to twist your heart and conflicting emotions in it, uncertain of what to believe anymore. And you didn't really know what heartbreak was like beforeâ
âIt has been really exhausting, and I donât want to bother anymore.â
When his gaze next met yours, dark and piercing, you realized he was no longer the same man who once promised you love and devotion.
âYou're free to believe whatever truth you wish. But remember, even if you are my wife and the empress of this nation, should you commit any transgressions⌠I wonât hesitate to accuse you of treason, Empress.â
You have committed treason.
Satoru had conducted investigation of the sorts just to prove his point. And yet days later, no direct evidence pointing towards Megumi or Hanabi were found in that cursed necklace.
Punishment for treason is imminent death. You were well-aware of that more than anyone, but your consciousness wouldn't allow it if Megumi had to be hanged due to Satoru's antagonism.
"Your Majesty, your kindness knows no bounds," Megumi said, dropping to one knee before you and lowering his head in the throne room. Satoru had chosen not to grace any of you with his presence, leaving you alone to bid farewell to both Megumi and Hanabi.
Since then, you hadn't spoken with him, nor had he visited your chambers. It was as if he considered you nonexistent at all.
And it is really only a matter of time before he finds out.
But at the very least, you were right. It was never Megumi. That boy was fond of you, he could never. So, you shifted your gaze on the woman next to him.
"Royal Consort Hanabi. A word."
It was the cue for everyone else to exit the throne room. Now, you were faced with this woman once again, and yet one thing remained the sameâ you were still towering over her.
"Why did you do it?" Your calm gaze betrayed a quiet anger that was unmistakably clear. All because of this woman. It was beyond you, how despite having left your past life behind, she had somehow managed to taint your new one as well.
Hanabi looked away, a hint of shame coloring her features. "Your Majesty knows, so why do you spare me?" she asked quietly.
"How preposterous of you to think that I have spared you," you scoffed. "All this time, have you learned nothing at all from standing by Naoya's side?"
She flinched, visibly making herself smaller at your unforgiving tone, still, she dared herself to meet your eyes.
"Can I ask... why you never consider it as Emperor Naoya's doing?" she seemed more confused more than anything, even as her lips wobbled. "The two of you... you don't really hate each other, so why...?"
You didn't want to dwell on why Naoya had chosen that specific piece of jewelry to return to you. If anything, you'd consider it his final parting gift and be done with it.
But the naivety of this woman was astounding. Someone like her wouldn't last long in your seat. You let out a sigh, torn between feeling sorry for her or not.
"You have much to learn about court affairs, Hanabi. And do not think this is an act of mercy. Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itselfâyou know that by now."
Hanabi trembled where she stood, her breaths were shallow, and her hands shook slightly as she struggled to maintain composure in your presence.
Realizing it was futile to continue the conversation, you decided to conclude it.
"Know that I will never forgive you for what you have done to me." Your sharp eyes squared on her, the cold ire in your tone making her shudder.
In all the years Hanabi had known you, you had never appeared more fearsome than you did now, adorned in silks of deep blue hues, with that crown of diamonds gleaming in your head.
Then, as if sealing her fate, you delivered these parting words:
"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."
The palace felt suffocating for you. After sending Hanabi away, you took a walk in the gardens, followed closely by your ladies-in-waiting.
Good heavens, what have you done? You definitely didn't regret saving Megumi, but no matter how, you had committed a great crime against your own empire. A sentence would loom over your head!
And what about your baby? Would Satoru execute you while you still had his child inside you?
The very thought made your vision tilt, and you had to lean on the wall for support. Your ladies-in-waiting were immediately clamoring against each other.
"Leave," you commanded, trying to catch your breath while doing so. "I'll⌠take some time to rest here."
It took you a moment to realize you had reached the pagoda that Satoru had commissioned for you. This was your first time visiting it. The structure was magnificent, towering in height and adorned with exquisite decorations, leaving you in awe.
"It's a gift to the heavens for blessing me with you and our baby."
You wanted to cry. His voice, soft and smooth, conveyed those words so easily to you. He really loved you, didn't he? What made you so unsure about that undeniable fact?
And now you had broken his heart.
Your hand reached for your belly. Though hidden by your dress, you could distinctly feel that it had become firmer these days, holding the product of your love with Satoru.
"I'm sorry, baby..." you whispered, heartbroken. "I didn't mean to drag you into this too..."
You felt nauseous, your breaths come in short pants, and you felt a headache coming. It didn't really register to you that you had crashed into the candle table, before you collected yourself and ventured deeper inside.
You just wanted a sense of peace and quiet. You would think more later, and right now, the darkness inside felt like a comforting lull for you to rest.
. . .
Or at least that was what you had intended, until you looked back and saw the swirling inferno creeping through the halls.
It didn't take long for Satoru to figure out you had really orchestrated Megumi's release.
More than his wounded pride, it was the searing pain of realizing that you truly believed he was only using you for his own benefit. It felt like an insult to everything he had done for you.
Why couldn't you see that? Just how hard is it for you to understand?
And now that it had come to this... what did you expect from him? Should he really make good on his word and punish you? It tore his heart to even consider it.
However, what was worse was⌠did you think he was really capable of that too?
Amidst his heartache, suddenly he heard loud commotion from outside his study, yells and cries of helpâ and it roused him from his thoughts that he came out of his study, only to come right into a familiar face.
"Anyone! Anyone at all!" one of your maids was running, sobbing and hysterical. "Her Majesty! Please help Her Majesty!"
"What is all of this ruckus?" Satoru demanded, catching the maid by the hand, as she stuttered in tears.
And then, everything came crashing down with the next words.
"The Empressâ is trapped inside the burning tower!"
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Scars / Logan Howlett
pairing: dofp!logan howlett x mutant!reader summary: every person has a soulmate. after settling in the future that he saved, logan starts to consider his next mission when a suspicious mark appears on him. word count: 3.2k a/n: good ol'fashioned soulmate AU. this is the first actual fic i've written in a long time so please have some grace. reblogs and replies are super appreciated! warnings: general mentions of logan's past, scars, self-doubt, alcoholism, reader smokes a cigar, mentions of razors, scars, wounds, two uses of y/n
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It had been a week since Logan woke up in his healed timeline.
For most people, the change would have been dramatic. But Logan was far unlike most people. The initial dreamlike state he was in when he first walked through the mansion- seeing the ghosts he had once known returned to the flesh, unscathed- quickly subsided. Logan had always been a man thrown onto a new path- how he lived life constantly changing to best fit his interests. Now, with his newfound peace he found the most complicated mission of all: what to do with the life he was now free to live?
Even before the sentinels, the battles, the wars- he had always been a man on the run. He was solo, strategic, concise. For a man who was gifted with infinite regeneration, he had solely concerned himself with staying alive. He ate for sustenance, sought shelter for safety, and nursed a bottle to find enough peace of mind to sleep at night.
The professor had once told him that for a person to reach self-actualization they first had to have all of their needs met. Logan had scoffed at the time, assuring the professor that he knew himself just fine. But now, with his problems so solved that they had ceased to ever exist, he wondered if maybe the professor was right.
Who was he? Where did he go from here?
The answer was found in the form of a scar on his hand.
"Well, everything seems to be just fine."
Logan scoffed at the blue man in front of him
"Well it's not." Logan said. "Check again."
Two days after he had come back, a large, circular scar had appeared on the palms of each of his hands. When they hadn't disappeared after two minutes, he rushed to the bathroom and nicked himself with his razor, watching as the wound healed with only blood dripping down his scruff as a remanent of it. Thirty minutes after that he found himself in the lab with Hank, Jean, and the Professor hypothesizing his miraculous marks.
"Logan, the tests came back clear." Jean assured him, leaning against the wall. "Maybe it's time to consider that it's something else."
Logan quirked his head towards her.
"I haven't had a scar in over two hundred years," he reminded her, his voice laced with irony. "I get not one, but two and you... what? Think it's a coincidence?"
Before Jean had a chance at rebuttal, the professor moved to face Logan.
"That's not what Jean's inferring, Logan." Charles reminded him. "We're simply asking that you consider other options. Less... dire options. It could, after all, be a good thing."
"Yeah?" Logan scoffed. "Like what?"
A silence hung in the air.
When Logan had first come to them with news of his scar, the thought had been on all three of their minds. Still, there were a plethora of things that could have caused that. Though, when the tests came back clear and his skin continued to heal from all sorts of abrasions, it felt as if there was only one answer for his seemingly magical scars.
However, none of them were keen on sharing this diagnosis with Logan. One wondered whether he'd handle the idea of his body failing him over fated love.
Hank was the first to speak up.
"Like a soulmate."
Oh that was rich, Logan thought.
Logan wasn't unfamiliar with the idea of soulmates.
Around the time that two fated lovers were destined to meet, there would be a sign for each of them. In some cases they were eyes changing colors, feeling the other's pain, finding their names everywhere they looked. In other cases they were new birthmarks, tattoos, scars.
In some way, the two were inextricably connected.
In his long life he had seen others experience it dozens if not hundreds of times. When the first thirty years of his life rolled around with no one, Logan accepted that he was one of the outliers. He considered it for the best and by now, with everything that he had gone through, the concept of soulmates almost seemed like an old wives' tale.
Logan glanced at their faces. When he realized they were serious, a deep laugh escaped from his gut. There was a lack of light in his eyes that admitted his insincerity.
"So I disappear for a few decades and you all start believing in fairytales?" Logan pulled the needles from his arm, the heart rate monitor going flat as he did. "What a bunch of bullshit."
Jean laid her hand against his chest, urging him back into the seat.
"Logan." She soothed him. "This is a good thing. Scott and I-"
Oh this was real rich.
"Scott and you are... what, huh?" Logan urged. "Soulmates?"
Logan scoffed, swiping Jean's hand from his chest.
"Bet you're so happy with your 'soulmate' and that's why you lead me on, huh? That it? You're happy?" He taunted, a dark laugh escaping him once more. "Spare me-"
"Logan, that's enough!"
The professor's voice echoed against the linoleum walls of the lab, reverberating off of the medical equipment throughout.
"If you want to wallow in your own self-deprivation, be my guest, but spare the rest of us your grief." Charles continued. "I think it would be best if you go back to your quarters and consider the future the universe has offered you."
The energy in the air was thick.
Jean and Hank avoided Loganâs eye contact while the professorâs nearly burned a whole through him.
Accepting defeat, Logan threw his hands up in the air and pushed himself out of his metal chair.
âFine.â
Soulmates. Logan thought. Who would believe in a thing like that?
-
"It's a pleasure to see you again."
The atmosphere in the mansion was a stark contrast to the lab Charles had been in days before.
Now the school day had commenced: children skipping from class to class, students chatting with their friends in the hallway, teachers grabbing coffee between lessons. Amidst the organized chaos, Charles had arranged to meet you in the foyer: the replacement history teacher for Logan's class.
"You too, professor." You smiled, reaching out your hand. "I was so glad to hear from you."
Your hand hung in the air briefly, awaiting his return. Charles examined it for a moment- a twinkle in his eye- before taking it. His thumbs brushed against the newfound scars between your knuckles as he did.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't always have these scars, did you, Y/n?" Charles asked.
You had not.
You had woken with them a few days before. Despite your powers rooted in chaos magic, it wasn't uncommon for blemishes or wounds to etch themselves into your skin. However, you often knew why. These marks, scars, were not faint, but instead quite profound. Three thick, healed over wounds patched together like a stitch on the back of each of your hands.
"No professor."
He closed his eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though you knew he wished to ask more questions, the moment was broken by Logan.
"Ah, the man himself." Charles beamed. "Logan, I'd like you to meet Y/n. She'll be covering your class."
You had seen your fair share of news stories about the Wolverine. Who hadn't? Though the television had never prepared you for just how tall, or broad he was.
"It's nice to meet you, Logan."
"You too." He nodded, taking your hand.
His hand lingered in yours for a moment. Charles cleared his throat.
"We were just discussing the most peculiar scar on Y/n's hand." Charles said. "Appeared just a few days ago out of nowhere."
Charles nodded his head in the direction of your hand, leading Logan to squint. As if a light bulb had gone off over his head, Logan glanced between Charles and yourself and with your hand still in his, he turned it examine the back.
Three scars between your knuckles. Right where his own claws would be.
Though he liked to imagine himself as the patron of remaining suave, Logan's eyebrows shot up at the recognition. He traced his view from your hands, up your torso, to your face where you eyed him questioningly.
He thought back to the way that he woke up in the seventies, wrapped in the arms of another woman. If times had been different and Logan hadn't undergone all the so-called character development in the last forty years, he was sure that a face like yours would have gotten him in a lot of trouble. You were beautiful, and your demeanor highlighted your strength.
Your face radiated kindness, warmth and most of all, sincerity- a trait that was difficult to come by in a trade such as his.
But then Logan recalled that this wasn't the seventies and you weren't at some bar leading him on the entire night: your hand was in his and, according to everyone else, he was yours.
The idea almost couldn't register in Logan's brain.
"Interesting, isn't it, Logan?" Charles asked, breaking the silence. "Almost identical to where your claws are, hmm?"
Oh the professor thought he was quite funny.
Logan pulled his hand back from your grasp and shook his head.
"Not that easy, Charles." Logan commented before turning to you, a spiteful tone in his voice. "See you around, bub."
Before you had the chance to open your mouth, you watched as Logan stomped down the nearest hallway, his boots squeaking against the floorboards as he did. His fists clenched and released at his sides as he disappeared from view.
His reaction had come so far from left field that if it hadn't given you whiplash, it would have hurt your ego. Instead you turned back to the professor.
"Was it something I said?" You asked.
The professor shook his head, patting your hand gently.
"Logan's quite a complicated man." He assured you. "I'm sure you'll come to know that more than the rest of us. Now, to your classroom..."
Glancing over your shoulder to the void-like hallway that Logan went down, you considered the professor's words.
-
A storm had taken over the mansion by nightfall.
As you padded down the wood panelled hallways, the lightbulbs shook in their glass with each thunder clap- wind swatting at the window panes every few seconds. The pitter patter of the raindrops, although harsh, was comforting. It was almost as if the mansion had been engulfed by the storm, trapping everyone inside, while consequently making the outside world feel a thousand miles away.
When you found Logan's door, tucked in at the end of the hallway, you knocked.
"Yep."
The weight of the door fell against the palm of your hands as you pushed it open.
Logan's room was dark. The only light in the space had been from the embers of the cigar that hung in his mouth, cradled between his thumb and forefinger. Despite the darkness, you could make out his figure sitting at his desk chair by the window, feet kicked up on the sill.
Logan only gave you a quick glance over his shoulder before turning back to the view.
"What d'you want?"
His voice was thick and rough around the edges.
"I came for your textbooks." You replied, tiptoeing against his floorboards. "The professor said you'd have them."
The hand of his that held the cigar waved around. Minuscule ashes fell to the floor as your eyes remained trained on the light and the faint glow of the moon that illuminated the side of his face.
"Be my guest," he said. "Donât have a clue where they are."
The professor had given you the lowdown when he saw your scars.
Charles told you that despite everything that you had learned- the history that you had known- the Wolverine you'd meet was not the same person. He was a man from a different time with far different, darker memories and enough baggage to weigh down dozens.
Amidst the silence, you cleared your throat.
"Must be hard to wake up in someone else's life."
By now you had reached his desk, your fingertips tracing the lines in the dark, lacquered wood.
You could smell him and the cigar from this distance- aftershave mixed with smoke.
"The professor tell you that?"
"Mhm."
The chair creaked as Logan flicked his hand towards the window, ushering you to come closer.
Watching your step in the dark, you maneuvered around the furniture and sat beside Logan on his desk- pushing loose papers to the side.
"He give you his whole spiel on soulmates too?" He asked, eyes trained on the rain outside.
Soulmates.
Now that was the last thing you expected to come from the Wolverine's mouth.
You'd heard of them more times than you could count. You once wondered whether every repetitive coincidence was a sign that your person was coming. But, when that never happened, you lost hope.
Who got to tell you who you belonged to anyway?
Leaning over, you gingerly took the cigar from his grasp and replaced it with your own fingers. Sitting back into the desk as lightening struck a tree in the distance, you took a puff.
"So that's what the scars on my hands were all about," You thought aloud.
The window fogged as you let the smoke leave from your mouth in a breathy sigh.
Logan tapped his fingers on his thighs, counting the seconds between a lightening strike and its consecutive rumble of thunder.
"Listen, I'm no prince charming if that's what you came here looking for."
Logan's chair creaked again as he leaned back in his seat. His arm draped against the desk as he met your gaze.
You chuckled and held out his cigar, offering it back to him.
"I came here looking for textbooks." You laughed. "You're the one who keeps talking about soulmates. I think you're more of a romantic than you let on.â
His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cigar back into his own hand. Another lightning strike met the ground in the distance, a clap of thunder following moments afterwards.
"You don't buy it?" Logan quirked his eyebrow. It was a teasing question, one he was curious to hear your answer to.
You shrugged.
"I don't think the universe gets to tell me who to love," you said. "If I fall in love with you it's because I love you, Logan. Not because some mark told me to. I just think of it as... a little shove in the right direction.â
The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile for the first time.
"A shove?"
"Like a... blind date." You finished. "Ever been on one of those?"
A congested laugh escaped him.
"Sweetheart, do I look like the type of guy to go on a blind date?"
You bit the inside of your cheek at the name.
Rolling your eyes, you swatted at his arm. You wouldn't admit how much it hurt your knuckles to do so. You'd have to make a mental note to remember his adamantium skeleton.
"Gosh, you're cocky!"
Logan shrugged, "You're the one who likes it apparently."
You felt yourself grow hot at his accusation.
Even though he had a mark signalling his future affection for you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by Logan's knowledge of yours. You felt like a child who's crush had just been exposed to the whole class. Was he noting ever glance that you gave him? The way you didn't move when his arm brushed against yours?
A brief pause hung in the air until another thunder clap reverberated against the walls.
"So what's your mark?" You asked.
Logan shoved the cigar into the corner of his mouth. The biting motion forced him to flex his jaw in a way that you would refuse to admit made you start to realize that maybe the universe was right.
And that maybe his cockiness was justified.
He laid out his hands for you. The room was still dark, making the ability to discern the details of his scar impossible. Taking Logan's hands in yours, you summoned your magic into your hands, watching as they glowed gold.
Logan had two large, circular scars imprinted into his palms. It was a clear indicator of your own magical power that surged from your hands.
It left a feeling you couldn't describe in your chest to know that someone else was marked for you. They were destined for you. To be with you. You had a future written together before the two of you had met. Even if he rejected you, there was a sign etched into his skin that bound the two of you together in some fateful way.
Gently, you traced your fingertips against the mark, feeling the warmth that radiated from his palms.
When your eyes flicked upwards, you noticed how close the two of you were now sitting. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as the lingering smell of the cigar drifted up your nose.
Although he wouldnât admit it, Logan was enchanted by the energy radiating from you. Whether people hated or loved him, his ability got a lot of talk. In his mind though, he would never be a hero. He was just some guy who got lucky.
You, though? He didnât need you to tell him that you were an Omega level mutant. Logan had heard about you from the professor: you could cast spells, read minds, reconfigure reality- to name a few. You didn't need a reason to fight for what's right, you just did. Again, and again, and again. Even here, now, you were picking up Logan's history class when he knew very well you could be on the other side of the world sipping pina coladas if you wanted.
What the hell was the universe thinking putting you with him?
Logan admired the reflection of the magic on your cheeks and the way your eyes stayed trained on his palms. Your touch was so gentle he could have sworn he was in a distant dream until your eyes met his.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, gaze locked.
Then another clap of thunder shook the mansion.
You quickly leaned back, pulling your hands from Logan's touch.
"I should... I should go." You said, pushing yourself off of Logan's desk. "It's getting late and I have my first class in the morning."
Logan leaned back in his seat. He said nothing but eyes remained fixed on your form as you made your way towards the door.
Looking back at him with your hand on the knob you made a mental note to remember the image of him with his feet kicked back on the window as he smoked his cigar.
A soft smile remained.
"Good night, Logan."
When you didn't leave immediately, he nodded.
"Night, sweetheart."
Mustering up the courage to shoot him one last smile, you pulled open the door and stepped outside.
Now, Logan didn't know how much he believed in soulmates, but he could be inclined to consider that it was one good wingman.
Leaning back in his seat, Logan sighed and closed his eyes, letting himself drown out his worries with the sound of the rain.
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