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giveafike · 4 months ago

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ben shelton taking you on a date after flirting for months on atp/wta tour 😋

TLDR: Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton flirting on tour until Ben acc gets a grip and asks reader out.

EDIT: part 2 here!

Word count + info: 5.1k! A LONG one but I just do not know how to stfu!! Dialogue (including comments, texts, phone calls - lots of flirting and teasing). Mentions of Carlos Alcaraz too (couldn't resist) alongisde Frances Tiafoe and Taylor Fritz.

Character Inspo: She's cheeky n playful (was listening to Promiscuous Girl - Nelly Furtado & 5 Star Hotel - Raye as I was writing this amongst many other similar songs so.... yea...behaviour like Sabrina Carpenter - yk just... fun! I didn't write any specifications but in my head I was envisioning Tyla so! But put whoever you want to cast ;)

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, this is sooo cute. There is a little naughty tsk tsk suggestive scene (CAR SCENE - feel free to skip) bit but nothing NSFW, teasing, playful relationship, little jabs here n there, hope its making ur feet kick! I hope it's funny too, like it makes u smile bc I had sm fun writing this !

Azzie Notes ✚: I literally gasped and giggled when I saw this prompt - I can't!!! SO, so, soooo cute I loved this prompt anon pls keep sending me more, you have this writer wrapped around your finger now. I love the idea of Ben with a WTA player, such a cute and fun dynamic!! Anyways, hope you all enjoy ;)

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Game, Set, Match - B.T.S

You stood on the court, the crowd's roar fading into a distant hum as you focused on the match ahead. A small smile played on your lips, and your eyes narrowed in determination. The bright sun overhead felt like a spotlight, buzzing on your skin, illuminating your every move and sharpening each muscle in your body. You were a force to be reckoned with — both polarising and captivating, your quick wit and cheeky banter stirred strong opinions. With a playful shrug and a blown kiss to the crowd, you dismissed the critics, your confidence as effortless as your serves.

Years of competing in Junior Opens had forged your resilience, and now you have been stepping into the world of professional tennis, where the stakes were higher and opponents fiercer. You had navigated this transition well over the past few years, finding your rhythm amidst the pressure, your footing steady on the path to greatness. The attention came quick too, especially with names like Nike wanting you to be an ambassador, and all sorts of products wanting you to be the face of the company, from protein powders to headphones - it was endless. The taste of victory was sweet and addictive, each match bringing you closer to the big prizes and recognition you had longed for. But just when you thought you had everything figured out, a whisper of uncertainty began to tug at the edges of your focus... not a what, but more a who?

In the past year and a half, life on tour has shifted for you in a whole different gear. Don't get it twisted, tennis remained top priority, but there was an undeniable spark that made the grind far more enjoyable and unpredictable, and that spark was no other than Ben Shelton. You first noticed him from afar, where casual nods turned into lingering glances that made the hair on your skin stand. With his raw power, boyish grin, and confidence that radiated from him, "Big Ben" was impossible to ignore. But it was during the Australian Open earlier this year that things between you really began to heat up.

Ben was anything but subtle. Once he set his sights on you, his flirting was relentless. You couldn’t help but feel flattered; it was hard not to get hooked to that buzz. After all, it wasn’t every day that a guy like him, full of charm and a teasing smile paid you so much attention. Others had thrown glances your way and offered compliments, but Ben? He stepped up his game like no one else.

Your first interaction was at a practice session where Ben sat by in the empty stands, right up by the court, arms folded and a smirk on his face. You could feel his gaze following you, his presence hard to shake off, not that you wanted to. As you finish another practice set, you heave, closing your fist to celebrate, and walk over to your bag, glancing up as his eyes light up as you catch his.

“You’re looking decent out there,” he teased, leaning over the railing, his voice laced with a challenge.

You stopped, placing a hand on your hip as you shot him a smirk, squinting up at him as you caught your breath. “Decent? It’s okay, I get it, it must be tough admitting I’m shaping up better than you.”

He laughed, stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Better? That’s a stretch, Y/N. But I’ll let you keep thinking that.”

You shrugged, a teasing grin playing on your lips. “Believe it or not, it’s happening, Ben,” you winked before slinging your bag over your shoulder and heading toward the tunnel. His chuckle followed you as you disappeared from sight.

The banter didn’t end there, though. Throughout the tournament, you could feel his eyes on you, watching during your matches. On TikTok, he left comments that had both your fans and his buzzing. One day after you posted a training video, he had commented: “You sure you’re training for tennis and not modeling?”

You grinned, tapping out a reply. “I’m great at multitasking. What’s your excuse?”

His response was instant. “Just waiting for you to finally give me a real challenge.”

Comments turned into small conversations as you passed by each other, where you’d joke and flirt like it was the most natural thing in the world. His relentless teasing was addictive.

It cooled off slightly to just a couple of liked stories and posts until Wimbledon had rolled around. By this point, the stakes felt higher. You were in top form, but off the court, the media seemed just as interested in your interactions than your matches. And it didn't end there either, it wasn't long before other peers started piqueing interest. For example, Carlos? He wasn’t subtle either.

After a long match, you were relaxing in the players’ lounge when Carlos wandered over, his smile too bright to ignore. He leaned against the table beside you, casually close.

“You were on fire out there today. Maybe we should hit the practice courts sometime,” he suggested with a casual grin.

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. “Careful, Carlos. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your fans.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll risk it. Besides, we’re both Nike athletes, we’ve got to stick together.”

Before you could reply, Ben Shelton walked into the room, his gaze locking onto you and Carlos immediately. His smile didn’t falter, but the way he sized up the interaction was hard to miss. He strolled over, hands in his pockets, exuding calm confidence.

“Carlitos,” Ben greeted, his tone casual, though the unspoken tension hung between the lines. “What’s this? Making future practice plans?”

Carlos shot Ben a quick glance, still smiling but aware of the shift. “Just talking about tennis, you know,” he said lightly. “Gotta keep sharp.”

Ben’s eyes flicked between you and Carlos before landing squarely on you. “I’m sure you can manage without help. She’s been getting a lot of attention lately, let her breathe.”

Carlos gave you a light tap on the arm before backing off, offering a polite nod. “Catch you later, Y/N.”

You waved him off with a smile. “See you around, Carlos.”

Once Carlos was out of earshot, Ben shifted a little closer, though still maintaining that casual air. “You’ve got him interested,” he commented, his voice dropping lower.

You looked up at him through your lashes, the corner of your mouth lifting into a sly grin. “What, jealous, Shelton?”

Ben’s grin spread wider, but his tone remained easygoing. “Nah, just keeping tabs. Making sure I’m not falling behind.”

You stood up slowly, meeting his gaze as you adjusted your posture, your eyes glinting with mischief. “I don’t mix business and pleasure, Ben. We’re both Nike—gotta keep it professional.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “So, you’re saying you’re all business?”

You turned to face him fully, taking a step closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Oh, not always. But you’ll have to keep up to find out.”

With that, you brushed past him, leaving a lingering tension in the air. His eyes followed you as you walked away, and you could practically feel his grin growing. The banter was always playful, but now, with each exchange, the stakes seemed to rise; the unspoken understanding was clear: the game was very much on.

As the summer heat intensified, so did the buzz around Nike’s newest campaign. Your latest photoshoot was all about capturing both your athleticism and your bold personality. In a blue baby tee top with a heart-shaped keyhole and a matching skort, you struck poses that screamed confidence, captioned simply: "Ready?"

The comments rolled in quickly, and it didn’t take long before Ben made his appearance.

It didn’t take long for the comments to roll in. And as expected, Ben was quick to chime in.

benshelton:

"You call that ready? Looks more like you’re just warming up."

You chuckled, tapping your response.

Y/N.Y/LN:

"Warming up is all I need to beat you, Shelton."

benshelton:

"Beat me? Let's not get ahead of ourselves... You'd need more than a warm-up for that."

The banter was familiar, yet it always left you with a smirk. You leaned into the challenge.

Y/N.Y/LN:

"Careful, or I might just take that as a challenge."

benshelton:

"I play to win."

The playful back-and-forth didn’t go unnoticed by your fans, but it was clear this game of teasing wasn’t just for show. It must've been a week before it escalated further. You hsd landed a major Victoria’s Secret campaign, and it was unlike anything you had done before. They flew you out to Paris and guided you through the whole thing. The theme was dark and seductive—a fallen angel vibe. Lingerie, lace, and the kind of allure that left little to the imagination. You felt powerful, but also aware of how this would get attention—not just from the public, but from Ben.

You posted one of the shots late that night. The lighting was dramatic, casting soft shadows across your body as you reclined in lace.

The caption was simple yet suggestive: "Best kept secret. VS Summer 2024 Fallen Angel Collection, from me to you."

Naturally, Ben couldn’t resist commenting.

benshelton: Fallen angel, huh? Guess that means you’re trouble.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile as you typed out your reply.

Y/N.Y/LN:: I thought you liked trouble.

It was no surprise when he slid into your DMs right after that.

benshelton: "I do. But you're playing a dangerous game."

You bit your lip, leaning back against your hotel bed. It was late, and the quiet Paris night settled around you, but your heart raced.

Y/N.Y/LN: " A game? Who said I’m playing? "

benshelton: "You might not be playing, but you're already winning."

You hesitated for a moment, then smirked as you typed out your next message.

Y/N.Y/LN: "And here I thought you said you could keep up."

Almost immediately, your phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t another text. It was a FaceTime call. You let it ring for a beat or two, your pulse quickening, before answering.

Ben’s face appeared on your screen, his hair slightly damp and his grin all too familiar. "You really know how to mess with a guy’s head, you know that?"

You smiled, pulling your covers up over you and leaning into the pillow. "What’s got you all worked up? It’s just a campaign."

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Just a campaign? C’mon, you know exactly what you’re doing."

You blinked up at him, teasing. "And what is it that I am doing, Ben?"

His grin widened, but there was a glint in his eyes. "You’re pushing my limits. You're tempting me"

You chuckled, biting your lip as you let his words settle over you. "Tempting? Now that’s an accusation if I ever heard one. Maybe you're just easy to push."

Ben raised an eyebrow, viting a smile back as well. "Maybe I am. But you better be careful, or you might get burned."

The heat in his gaze made your heart skip, but you kept your tone light. "I think I can handle the heat."

Ben’s smile deepened. "That’s what I’m counting on."

You stared at each other through the screen, the tension palpable even across the distance.

Finally, you smirked, pulling the covers higher. "Goodnight, Shelton."

He sighed, but his grin didn’t falter. "Goodnight, angel. Sweet dreams."

From there, the texts seemed to pour out. Every random moment, one of you would reply to a post or find some excuse to message or call, any reason to interact. You had a secret surprise up your sleeve which you knew would practically bring Ben to his knees for you if he wasn't there already, and it had something to do with a custom dress for a red carpet.

It was a hot July night in Spain, the night draped itself around you like a warm embrace, the energy of the red carpet charity event still pulsing in the air. Your dress—a stunning, sheer, sand-colored creation—clung to your body in all the right places, slit at the thigh, your hair pinned back, accentuating your glossy, sheen skin on your neck down your shoulders. The dress shimmered under the streetlights, leaving just enough to the imagination, but not too much.

Photos were posted by your team, "behind the scene" shots and red carpet poses. The cameras had devoured every moment, the attention was full on and the night buzzed well. You reveled in the limelight and felt like a true celebrity for the night but, as the evening wore on, you began to feel drained from all the social interactions and wished you could just be alone with your phone, texting the one man who truly kept you on your toes.

Finally, as you collapsed into the backseat of your car, exhausted but exhilarated from the night's events, your phone buzzed with a missed call from Ben. The driver glanced back at you through the rearview mirror as you eagerly turned on your phone and smiled to yourself. In that moment, all you wanted was to be alone with Ben and continue this thrilling game of flirtation and surprises. You call him back after a minute passes, butterflies in your stomach fluttering away.

"Couldn't wait, could you?" you teased, giggling as you leaning back against the plush seat. His grin appeared instantly, filling your screen.

"Wait? After that post?" Ben's voice was a mixture of playful frustration and barely concealed admiration. His eyes roamed over your dimly lit image through the screen as though he could see you sitting there in that dress. "You’ve been trying to kill me with these looks for months, but this? This is the final straw."

You laughed softly, pretending to adjust the neckline of your dress as he clearly struggled to keep his composure. "I'm just doing my job. Don’t get too distracted."

Ben shook his head, a grin still lingering on his lips. "Distracted? I’ve been refreshing Instagram like a madman just to catch another angle of you. And from what I saw, I’m not the only one. You’ve got every guy on tour dropping their jaw."

You smirked, rolling your eyes playfully. "You jealous?"

"Jealous? Let’s see. Alcaraz, Ruud… even Tsitsipas liked your post. You know that guy doesn’t just like anything. But trust me, no one’s more jealous than me," Ben teased, his voice dipping lower.

You laughed softly, brushing a hand over your dress as you adjusted the fabric, playing coy. "Ben, there’s only one person I’m trying to get a rise out of—and it’s definitely not them."

His grin widened, eyes gleaming through the screen,scheming away, "Glad to hear that. So...how about you give me something a little more exclusive?Just a sneak peek. Something that’s all mine."

You crossed your legs slowly, feeling the slit in the dress reveal just a bit more skin, and you caught the driver’s eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away.

You smirked, feeling a rush of boldness. "I'm in public, Shelton. What are you suggesting?"

Ben’s eyes glinted with mischief, his grin widening. "Nothing crazy. Just a little something to hold me over."

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back, the sound of the city humming outside as you sighed. You stretched your legs out across the backseat, angling your body to the side, draping yourself across the backseat for a full body shot. The dress shifted, catching the city light while still being dimly lit, showing off your figure perfectly as you lounged effortlessly. "Is this what you had in mind, Ben? A full shot?" you purred, looking up at your phone, your eyes sweet and innocent.

Ben’s jaw tightened, his chest rising as he exhaled sharply. "Damn, Y/N, I knew you'd look good, but this…" He let out a low whistle, leaning closer to the screen, his eyes glinting and a blush creeping up all over. "You’re not playing fair."

You smirked, enjoying the power shift. "Fair? You asked for it, Shelton."

He laughed, but it was strained, the heat in his voice unmistakable. "Yeah, but you know how to take it to another level. Now I'm the one who's going to be distracted all night." His tone softened, a teasing edge returning. "Just one more reason for me to fly out, don't you think?"

"One more reason?" you echoed, playing with the neckline of your dress, a smile teasing your lips. "I think I’ve given you more than enough."

Ben groaned softly, running a hand through his hair, clearly captivated.

" Y/N, you don’t know what I’d do if I was there right now."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Yeah? What would you do?"

"I’d start with that dress," Ben murmured, his eyes never leaving yours through the screen. "Slowly. You know, just enough to tease. Then—"

The driver cleared his throat, and you bit back a laugh. Ben noticed, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Caught?"

"Almost," you whispered, your pulse quickening as you adjusted in your seat, the thrill of being on the edge of danger sending a shiver down your spine. "You’re getting me into trouble."

"Ben’s gaze softened, though his grin stayed. "Me? You’re the one that looks like that." He paused, his voice low and rough. "God, if I could just be there…"

"Careful," you warned, grinning as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "You might lose yourself completely."

Ben’s gaze darkened, and his voice dropped even lower. "Maybe I’m okay with losing it when it comes to you."

You bit your lip, heart racing as you shifted in your seat. The driver’s eyes flicked up to the mirror again, and you quickly glanced away, fighting the blush creeping up your neck. “You’re dangerous, Shelton. Keep talking like that, and I might have to mute you.”

“Go ahead. Mute me,” he dared, his voice thick with challenge. “But I bet you won’t.”

You smiled, a small, teasing hum escaping your lips. “Oh, you think I’m scared?”

“I think you like teasing me as much as I like it.” His voice was gravelly now, every word laced with want.

Your breath caught, eyes wide a bit before you were about to respond when the car pulled up to the hotel. The driver got out quickly, opening the door for you. You stepped out, feeling the cool night air wash over your skin as you walked through the lobby, Ben still watching intently through the screen. You could feel his gaze on you as you made your way to the elevator, the tension between you buzzing like electricity.

Once in your room, you tossed your bag onto the bed and sank down onto the mattress. "Alright," you breathed, "I’m back in my room."

Ben’s voice came through the phone, teasing yet low with interest. "So… how’s that dress treating you?"

You grinned at his not-so-subtle curiosity. "It’s treating me well so far," you teased, running a hand over the fabric. You stood up, positioning yourself in front of the mirror.

Slowly, deliberately, you reached behind you to the zipper. "I’ll give you a little preview."

You lowered it just enough for the strapless dress to reveal a sliver of your smooth back, keeping the front of the dress held firmly in place with your other hand. The exposed skin was just enough to tease.

You turned back slightly, catching his reaction through the screen, his eyes locked on you. "You wanted to see, right?" you whispered, mischief clear in your voice.

Ben let out a breathy laugh, clearly amused. "You really know how to keep a guy on edge."

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder, still holding the dress in place. "It’s all about the suspense. You should know that by now."

Ben's gaze flickered, his tone a bit softer. "You’re making it hard to focus."

With a smirk, you turned to face him, still holding the dress tight. "Goodnight, Shelton."

Before he could say another word, you ended the call, tossing your phone onto the bed, feeling satisfied. You knew he wouldn’t forget that little moment anytime soon.

By the time August had rolled around, the tension between you and Ben was impossible to ignore. Months of teasing, playful banter, and phone calls had built into something electric, something undeniable. Now, you were both in New York for the U.S. Open. The final Slam of the year where you'd cross paths for the year, and maybe the final chance for one of you to make a move.

After winning your third-round match, you made your way through the tunnel, your heart still racing from the adrenaline of your win. The buzz of the crowd still rang in your ears, but as you walked toward the tunnel, you heard familiar voices ahead.

Ben, along with Taylor Fritz and Frances Tiafoe, stood laughing and talking just a few feet ahead. Their voices echoed in the corridor, their banter unmistakable.

“Bro, it’s embarrassing now,” Frances teased. “You’ve gotta ask her out. She’s into you, we all know it.”

Ben groaned, looking exasperated, dragging his hand over his face. “It’s not that easy. I don’t want to screw it up.”

Taylor chuckled. “Screw it up? Dude, she’s been giving you eyes all week. Just make the move.”

Frances nudged him. “It’s not like she’s hiding it either. The way she teases you, she's a green light.”

You smirked, slowing your pace as you approached. They didn’t notice you yet, too absorbed in their teasing.

Ben sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know.”

“They’re right,” you chimed in, finally stepping into view, as you walked by, wiping sweat off your brow, smirking. Their heads snapped toward you, startled. “Take their advice, Benny. It’s 'bout time you did something.”

Ben’s eyes widened as you walked past, your tone light but with an edge of challenge. His friends burst into laughter, both of them slapping Ben on the back, shoving him back and forth.

Frances grinned. “See? Even she's asking you to make a move, man.”

Ben shot him a look, but his gaze lingered on you as you disappeared into the locker room.

Later, after a shower and a change of clothes, you made your way back into the lounge, feeling refreshed but still riding the high of the match. You didn’t expect to run into Ben waiting for you, leaning casually against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

You raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at your lips. “Stalking me now?”

He pushed off the wall, taking a step toward you, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “No, what-uh, but I... I wanted to catch you before you left.”

“Oh?” You crossed your arms, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

Ben took a breath, looking almost nervous. “About what you said earlier... maybe they’re right. Maybe I have been holding back.”

You cocked your head, feeling your heart quicken at his sudden change in tone. “And?”

“And I think I’m done waiting,” he said, his eyes locking with yours. “Would you want to go out with me? Just us. Dinner, maybe?”

For a moment, the world seemed to be still. Ben, usually so confident and playful, stood before you with a vulnerability that tugged at your heart.

You let the moment hang, letting him sweat just a little before your lips curled into a teasing smile. “About time you asked, Ben.”

His tense shoulders dropped, a grin spreading across his face. “So, is that a yes?”

You let out a small giggle, your voice soft but playful. “Yeah, it’s a yes. Better come like a gentleman though.”

That night, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sweet, soft dress you’d picked out. It was a pale pink dress, fitted at the top with a flowing skirt that flattered your figure perfectly. The neckline was delicate, with thin straps that accentuated your shoulders, and the soft fabric wrapped your waist before cascading down to just above your knees. The dress was sweet and soft, but still undeniably you—playful with a touch of elegance.

You headed down to the hotel lobby, taking a seat as you crossed one leg over the other, checking your socials. At 7pm on the dot, Ben walks in, running a hand through his curls before he sets eyes on you.

Ben stood there in a crisp white button-down shirt, the sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal his strong forearms, accentuating his strong shoulders, paired with dark, well-tailored pants. His curls were just tousled enough to seem like he hadn’t spent hours fixing it, but of course, he had. He looked handsome—maybe even a little nervous.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice low as his eyes took you in.

You smiled, a soft blush warming your cheeks, as you stood up. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He offered you his arm, and you linked yours through his, your fingers brushing over the firm muscles of his bicep as you stepped out into the lobby. There was a quiet buzz between you, the usual playfulness replaced with something softer, more tender.

As you walked to the car, Ben opened the passenger door for you, giving you a gentle smile as you slipped inside. Before he could close the door, you leaned over, reaching for the driver’s side door and popping it open for him.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he got in. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you?”

You grinned, sitting back in your seat, and pulling your seatbelt over. “Always.”

The ride to the restaurant was comfortable, a soft hum playing through the speakers, "Love is Only a Feeling" by Joey BadA$$, making you smile a bit at his subtle but purposeful details. As the city lights flickered by outside, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. Every so often, your hand would brush against his on the center console until finally, you slipped your fingers into his, holding his hand gently as he drove.

Ben glanced at you, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “You seem... different tonight,” he said, his voice soft, almost as if he were trying to figure out the shift in your usual dynamic.

You smiled as you gazed at him. “Different how?”

He hesitated, his grip on your hand tightening just a little. “I don’t know. Less playful. More...”

“Serious?” you finished for him.

He nodded, giving you a small, sheepish grin. “Yeah. I like it, though.”

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against the seat. “It’s just nice to finally be doing this.”

When you arrived at the restaurant, a small, candlelit Italian place tucked away in the quieter part of the city, Ben quickly got out and hurried around to open your door again. This time, when you stepped out, you smiled up at him, letting him take your hand. Before you could fully stand, he bent down, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture, the sweetness of it catching you off guard. “Such a gentleman,” you teased, though your voice was softer than usual.

Ben smirked, though there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. “I’m trying.”

Inside, the restaurant was intimate, with small tables with flickering candles, and soft jazz music playing in the background. Ben led you to a corner table, pulling out your chair before taking his seat across from you. The low hum of other diners provided a cozy backdrop as the two of you settled in.

As you both browsed the menu, you found yourself resting your chin in your hand, watching Ben with a soft smile. He glanced up and caught you staring, a blush creeping up his neck. “What?” he asked, his voice a little breathless.

“Nothing,” you said, your lips curling into a grin. “Just... enjoying this.”

Ben reached across the table, his hand finding yours again. “Me too.”

Dinner was perfect. The pasta was rich, the wine smooth, but what made the evening unforgettable was how easy everything felt between you. Conversation flowed naturally, deeper than it ever had before. You talked about travel plans and places you both dreamed of visiting and shared stories about family traditions—like how your grandmother used to insist on making a very experimental desserts during the holidays, no matter how disastrous it turned out every year.

At one point, you glanced out the window, taking in the soft glow of the city lights before turning back to Ben. “What about you? If you could be anywhere right now… where would it be?”

Ben didn’t hesitate, his eyes locked on yours. “Honestly? Right here. With you.”

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks, your heart skipping at the simplicity of his words. He wasn’t trying to impress you, just telling the truth, and somehow, that made it even more meaningful. You reached across the table again, slipping your hand into his. His fingers intertwined with yours, the gesture now familiar, yet it sent a shiver through you all the same.

“I’m glad you asked me to dinner,” you said quietly, the weight of the night settling around you both.

Ben smiled, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “I’m glad you said yes.”

As the night wound down, Ben drove you back to the hotel. The city outside passed by in a blur of lights, but inside the car, everything felt still and comfortable. You held his hand the entire way, feeling the warmth and quiet reassurance of his touch.

When the car pulled up to your hotel, Ben quickly got out, making his way to your side to open the door. You stepped out, and this time, you didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, you turned to him, standing close in the cool night air.

“Thank you for tonight,” you whispered softly, looking up through your lashes.

Ben’s smile was gentle, his eyes warm as they met yours. “Anytime. Thank you for being here, with me.”

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled before you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek that lingered for a moment. His skin was warm, and you felt him inhale sharply at the unexpected touch. When you pulled back, your heart was racing, but you smiled up at him, feeling the lingering heat between you.

“Goodnight, Ben,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze lingered on you, and though he smiled, there was a quiet intensity in his eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting go, making your way into the hotel with a soft smile on your lips. You glanced back one last time to see him leaning against his car, a playful wave and your lipstick still visible on his cheek. For once, you weren’t in full control, but somehow, that felt right.

In a world dominated by meticulous moves, it was these quiet moments that grounded you. Now, with someone like Ben by your side, every win, every loss, and every day on the court held more meaning.

Sometimes, the most important victories happened off the court.

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cumironi · 2 months ago

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FILM 02. THE UNLIKELY ADVENTURES OF BITCH FACE AND GO FUCK YOURSELF

☆ sum. the first meeting wasn’t enough, right? so the next day, you decided to climb sukuna’s room once again and asked force him to go watching sunrise together.

warning. non-sorcerer au, fluff, crack, grumpy sukuna, you call him a bitch-face and he calls you bitch, you two get chased by some gang, he makes you cry, he is soooo mean.

☆ , DECEMBER, WHEN WINTER FINALLY COMES

the quiet of sukuna’s room was broken by a faint sound. tud, tud, tud. small pebbles tapped against his bedroom window one by one, soft but persistent. it was just past one in the morning, and he hadn’t been able to sleep, his body stretched across the bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

he had been lost in his thoughts, letting the silence drag on, until the sound pulled him out of his haze. his head turned slightly toward the window, crimson eyes narrowing as he listened. the noise stopped as quickly as it had started, and after a moment of stillness, he let out a quiet exhale.

his arms folded behind his head again as he lay back down, trying to focus on the cracks in the ceiling instead of whatever had disrupted the night. but then the sound came again, louder this time. tud, tud, tud.

sukuna sat up sharply, irritation flashing across his face. “who the hell is doing this?” he muttered darkly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. he stood and took a few slow steps toward the window, his movements deliberate and heavy. his jaw tightened, and as another pebble struck the glass, he growled under his breath, “damn idiot.”

his patience was thin, and whoever had decided to play games at this hour was about to find out just how dangerous waking him up could be.

sukuna pulled open the window, his scowl deepening as the cool night air spilled into the room. but before he could fully register the quiet outside, something small and hard smacked against his forehead. a sharp tink rang out as the pebble bounced off, and his hand instinctively flew up to rub the spot.

his teeth clenched, his annoyance reaching its peak, when he heard a faint, muffled curse drift up from the darkness below. “shit.” his crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, scanning the scene until they landed on you. there you were, perched casually on a thick branch of the massive willow tree just outside his room. your feet dangled lazily in the air, swinging slightly as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

his glare sharpened as his gaze locked onto yours. “seriously?” he growled, voice low and cold. “what the fuck are you doing?” meanwhile, you tried your best to stifle a laugh, though the corners of your lips betrayed you. the sight of sukuna, standing there with a hand on his forehead and murder in his eyes, only made the whole situation even funnier.

his eyes narrowed into slits, every muscle in his body tensing slightly. “i don’t see what’s so funny about your dumbass throwing pebbles at my window in the middle of the goddamn night.” his tone was laced with a hint of warning, a silent reminder of his temper. he was teetering on the edge of losing his patience entirely, the sound of your laughter grating on his nerves even further.

his jaw tightened as he tried to control his rising irritation. “why the hell are you even here?” he asked, his voice firm and stern. it was evident that he wasn’t in the mood for games, especially at this ungodly hour. his gaze remained fixed on you with a steely resolve, making it clear that he expected a straight answer. “you better have a damn good explanation, or i swear to god, i’ll drag you down from that tree and toss you out on your ass.”

your silence only made sukuna’s irritation grow. his jaw clenched still as his crimson eyes bore into you, waiting for an explanation that never came. instead, you shifted your weight, standing up on the narrow branch with surprising ease. his frown deepened instantly, his arms uncrossing as his stance stiffened. “what the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice carrying an edge of concern despite the annoyance behind it. “get down before you fall, you idiot.”

it wasn’t like he cared all that much, or so he told himself, but he didn’t want his bedroom to become a damn crime scene. that’d be more trouble than it was worth. but before he could say anything else, you flashed him a cheeky grin and called out, “catch me!”

before he could even process your words, you leapt from the branch, aiming straight for his bedroom window. “you’ve got to be kidding me—” was all sukuna managed to mutter before instinct took over. his arms shot out, catching your body just in time, though the impact forced him to take a step back to steady himself.

he glared down at you, your smug smile and sparkling eyes doing nothing to ease his frustration. “are you out of your goddamn mind?” he growled, still holding you securely. “you could’ve broken your neck, you reckless idiot.” yet, despite his harsh words, his grip didn’t loosen. instead, he found himself glaring a little less, unable to ignore the faint, satisfied laugh escaping you.

you pushed away from his hold after landing on your feet with ease. a mischievous grin spread across your face, ear to ear, as if you hadn’t just given him a heart attack. “let’s go to the beach and watch the sunrise,” you said, your tone light and excited, completely disregarding his glare and the fact that it was still the middle of the night.

sukuna stared at you, his crimson eyes narrowing as a mixture of disbelief and frustration washed over his face. for a moment, he said nothing, just studying you as if trying to figure out what on earth possessed you to show up uninvited, nearly break his window, leap into his arms, and now suggest something as absurd as going to the beach at one in the morning.

he slowly turned his gaze toward the window, scanning the pitch-black sky as if the stars might offer him some sort of explanation. maybe he was hallucinating. maybe the lack of sleep was playing tricks on him. when his gaze returned to you, his frown deepened. “do you even know what time it is?” he asked, his voice sharp and incredulous. “what sunrise are you talking about? it’s one AM, you lunatic.”

but instead of looking sheepish, you only grinned wider, your energy almost infectious. it made his eye twitch. you weren’t even fazed by his irritation, which only made him more annoyed. your lack of concern for how ridiculous your idea sounded was somehow both baffling and—if he dared admit it—mildly amusing.

you rolled your eyes at sukuna’s incredulous tone, waving a hand dismissively as if his frustration was unwarranted. “oh, come on,” you said, your grin never faltering. “it takes two hours to get to the beach, and sunrise isn’t until after five. we’ve got plenty of time.”

sukuna sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming on. you were absolutely insufferable, but you seemed so set on this ridiculous plan. he glanced at the clock again, the red digital numbers glaring back at him. one fifteen AM. he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to decide whether he should just give in or keep arguing with you. “seriously,” he said, his tone sharp. “this is just... ridiculous. it’s the middle of the night. we should be sleeping, not planning an impromptu beach trip.”

you let out an exaggerated, dramatic groan, throwing your head back as if his refusal physically pained you. without missing a beat, you stepped closer, wrapping your hands around his wrist. his hand, nearly twice the size of yours, felt solid and warm as you swung it lightly, your pleading eyes locking onto his with an almost theatrical desperation.

“oh, come on, sukuna,” you whined, dragging out the words for maximum effect. “it’s so much better than sulking in your room all night.”

you gave his arm another little swing, as if your enthusiasm alone could sway him. “besides,” you added with a playful smirk, “when’s the last time you did something fun? i mean, really fun? just think about it—me, you, the beach, the sunrise. it’ll be unforgettable.”

his crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his expression somewhere between annoyance and reluctant amusement. the pleading look in your eyes, combined with your unwavering determination, made it impossible for him to ignore you completely. “unbelievable,” he muttered, exhaling sharply as if resigning himself to your chaos. he tugged his wrist lightly, trying to free it from your grip, but you only held on tighter, your grin widening. “pleaseee, are you going to let me go alone?”

sukuna finally relented with a heavy sigh, his annoyance slowly fading as your enthusiasm wore him down. he looked down at your hands wrapped around his wrist, the contrast of your smaller hand against his larger one almost comical. with a resigned groan, he let go of the last bit of resistance still holding him back. “fine,” he conceded, his voice a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement. “we’re going to the damn beach, but you better not be a pain in my ass the whole time.”

your grin stretched even wider, practically splitting your face as sukuna finally gave in. “okay!” you chirped, your excitement barely contained. you turned toward the window, already preparing to climb back down the tree. “i’ll wait in the car!” but before you could so much as swing a leg over the sill, a firm hand grabbed the back of your collar, yanking you backward with surprising ease.

“are you trying to die?” sukuna growled, his voice low and exasperated. he spun you around to face him, crimson eyes narrowing as he glared down at you. “what are you, a damn monkey? why do you enjoy climbing this stupid tree so much?” you pouted up at him, though it quickly dissolved into a sheepish laugh when his glare only deepened.

his frown was sharp as he looked at you, but there was an unmistakable flicker of concern in his gaze. with a sigh, he gently tugged you away from the window, his hand firm but careful. “just wait,” he muttered, his tone softer now, though no less irritated. he strode over to his desk, grabbing his phone, wallet, and jacket. after slipping the jacket on, he turned back to you, his hand once again finding the back of your collar.

“you’re not getting another chance to pull something stupid,” he muttered, tugging you along as he made his way to his bedroom door.

you stumbled after him, unable to contain your amused smile as he led you out of his room, through the hall, and down the stairs of his two-story house. sukuna didn’t let go of your collar until you were both standing outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin as he locked the front door behind him.

once outside, sukuna’s eyes landed on your car parked neatly on the street beside his house. he squinted at it, then back at you, the realization of your full plan sinking in. you had come fully prepared, didn’t you?

you turned to him with a grin that could rival the moonlight, bouncing on your feet with excitement. “get in the damn car,” he muttered, tossing you a sharp look as he walked ahead. “and don’t make me regret this.” you took off at a light jog, heading toward the car with a spring in your step.

sukuna sighed heavily, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as he followed behind at a more leisurely pace. sukuna’s glare softened a fraction as he watched you dart toward the car with all the enthusiasm of a child. he followed at his own pace, the occasional crunch of gravel beneath his shoes serving as a steady background to his thoughts.

“you’re way too cheerful for someone dragging me out of bed at this hour,” he muttered, though his tone lacked the venom he might’ve had earlier. you just laughed, spinning around briefly to face him while walking backward. “oh, come on, you’ll thank me later,” you teased, your grin widening.

your infectious energy was both irritating and oddly endearing. it was almost impressive how you had him going along with your late-night escapade. “yeah, right,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “i already regret this, and we’ve barely even started. it’s the middle of the night, you lunatic.”

the two-long drive had barely started before you were out like a light, your head resting against the glass window, your soft breathing filling the otherwise silent car. before you drifted off, you mumbled something about waking you up when they got there, your voice drowsy but insistent.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he muttered something about how you have the nerves to dumped the work on him. but he did as you said, settling into the quiet of the drive.

every so often, his eyes flicked toward you, his gaze lingering longer than he intended. the way you looked so peaceful in sleep, your face lit faintly by the glow of passing streetlights, chipped away at his irritation. each time he glanced at you, the sharp edges of his frown softened bit by bit, until eventually, he let out a long, resigned sigh.

stopping at a red light, sukuna found himself turning to look at you again. the streets were empty, yet he waited, watching you as you slumbered. his crimson eyes narrowed slightly, not in annoyance but in quiet curiosity, as if wondering what went on in that chaotic head of yours that drove you to drag him on such ridiculous adventures.

“what the hell am i doing?” he muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at his own thoughts. as the light turned green, he snapped back to the road, letting out another sigh. his hands tightened on the wheel, though his expression was far less stern than it had been when the night started. without another word, he continued the drive, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

his mind a mix of frustration and a strange, unexpected fondness for your carefree spirit. you’d managed to drag him into one of your wild schemes, and even though he’d never admit it, he found himself looking forward to whatever chaos awaited them.

each time he glanced at you, dozing peacefully against the glass window, sukuna’s annoyance melted away a little more. he tried to ignore the way his gaze lingered, how he found himself studying your peaceful expression under the passing streetlights.

and after what felt like an eternity of driving, sukuna finally pulled into the nearly empty parking lot by the beach, situated near a small, dimly lit gas station. the faint, rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached his ears, a soothing contrast to the chaotic, frustrating night. he cut the engine, and the car was suddenly swallowed by the quiet, save for the soft hum of the night air. everything outside seemed still, but inside the car, a strange tension remained.

his gaze shifted over to you, still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the world around you. your head rested against the glass of the window still, your body curled up slightly in the seat, looking peaceful and unaware. the moonlight from the streetlights outside filtered in, casting a soft glow across your face, but you didn’t stir.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he sat there for a moment, the corner of his lips curving upward into a smirk. the thought of those damn pebbles you had thrown earlier, hitting his window with an annoyingly consistent rhythm, flared up in his mind. he could still feel the irritation from it.

“let’s see if this works,” he muttered under his breath, eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at you. he then raised his hand slowly, his fingers curling into a relaxed fist for a moment before flicking it out.

his fingers made light contact with your forehead, the soft sting of the flick causing you to groan slightly in your sleep. your brows furrowed instinctively, but you didn’t wake up. sukuna leaned back in his seat, smirking at the sight of your unbothered state. he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“really?” he muttered to himself, letting out a quiet, almost exasperated laugh. “don’t chicken out on me now.”

he flexed his fingers, his smirk deepening as he prepared for round two. with a subtle but deliberate movement, he flicked your forehead again, this time with more force. the sting was sharper, the discomfort enough to make you stir more abruptly.

you jolted awake, a small, startled yelp escaping your lips as your hand flew to your forehead, instinctively pressing against the spot he had struck. your eyes darted around in confusion, disoriented by the sudden jolt from your dreams. everything seemed a little blurry, and you blinked rapidly as your senses returned.

then, you locked eyes with sukuna, his smirk wide and utterly unbothered by your clearly annoyed expression. “what the hell was that for?” you snapped, your voice groggy but full of irritation as you rubbed the sore spot on your forehead. your eyes were wide with disbelief, trying to process what had just happened.

sukuna’s chuckle echoed in the car as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the way his little prank had thrown you off. leaning back into the seat with a satisfied smirk, he stretched his arms behind his head, letting the silence between you both settle. “morning, sunshine,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm as he glanced at the dashboard clock. “or should i say, good night? you really slept through the whole damn drive, huh?”

he took a moment to study you, his eyes lingering on the way your hair was all messy and your expression was still groggy, like you’d been dragged out of a dream against your will. “nice bedhead, by the way. very charming,” he added, his lips curling into a mocking grin.

you were about to shoot back a snarky comment when, without warning, sukuna threw open the door and stepped out of the car, slamming it shut behind him. you groaned, rubbing your temples, muttering under your breath about how ridiculous he was. grabbing your backpack off the seat, you dragged yourself out of the car.

as you made your way toward him, you couldn’t help but pout at the way he walked ahead with that cocky swagger. the annoyance you felt deepened, but it only made you more determined to match his pace. so you picked up your steps, narrowing the distance between you, and before long, you were running slightly to keep up. the pout on your face, the way your lips stuck out in frustration, didn’t escape sukuna’s notice.

he rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your childish display, but he didn’t bother commenting. the silence was comfortable, for him at least. but then, as you neared a convenience store near the edge of the beach parking lot, you tugged at his wrist, pulling him toward it with surprising strength for someone so irritated. “come on, we’re stopping in there,” you said, a little more stubborn than you’d like to admit, but you weren’t in the mood for any more nonsense from him just yet.

sukuna gave you a side-eye but didn’t resist. “what now? you need a snack after your little nap?” he muttered, but there was no real malice in his words. still, he couldn’t help but notice the way your hand gripped his wrist, tugging him along. for a moment, it was just the two of you, walking side by side, with nothing else but the sound of the waves and the distant chatter of beachgoers filling the air.

you barely spared a glance at the bikes and parked cars scattered around as you walked past the motor park outside the convenience store. your mind was set on one thing—getting what you needed to make the sunrise more tolerable. sukuna, trailing closely behind you, shot a quick glance at the bikes, his usual vigilance keeping him aware of his surroundings, but you were already step ahead before he could dwell on it.

stepping through the automatic sliding doors, you immediately made a beeline for the snack aisle, eyes scanning the shelves for something that would hold you over until the sunrise. chips, candy, anything that seemed like it could make the morning a little more bearable. you didn’t care about the healthy options, not when you were operating on little more than your usual impatience and a desire to keep moving.

sukuna, of course, was right behind you, his steps almost matching yours. he wasn’t as distracted by the snacks as you were, but he knew better than to complain. he grabbed a couple of drinks and some savory snacks, mostly just grabbing whatever seemed convenient. his gaze flickered over to you occasionally, noting your rapid pace as you moved from one shelf to the next.

he could already tell you weren’t going to make this a simple stop—no, this was going to be an adventure for you. he couldn’t help but smirk to himself, even if the trip wasn’t exactly how he had planned it.

after, you both stood at the register, silently eyeing the snacks you’d picked out before to sukuna, he couldn’t help but shoot you a look of frustration. you hadn’t said a word, but he could practically hear the pleading radiating off you. he let out a heavy sigh, his impatience beginning to show.

“you’re really gonna do this, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with annoyance. “first, you drag me out here at this ungodly hour, and now you’re making me pay for your snacks? this is getting ridiculous.”

he shook his head, pulling out his wallet with an exaggerated motion, clearly not happy about this turn of events. “i swear to god, you’re a professional at getting under my skin.” he grumbled as he handed over the cash, his eyes narrowing at the cashier as if it was their fault for being stuck in this situation.

sukuna didn’t look at you as he accepted the change and bags. he was trying his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to show on his face. his usual irritation was half-hearted at best because deep down, he knew he would’ve done it anyway, even if you didn’t twist his arm about it.

“next time, you’re paying for your own damn food,” he added, his tone a bit softer but still laced with mock seriousness. “you’re not dragging me out here again just so i can pay for everything.” as he handed you the bag of snacks, you just flashed him that innocent smile of yours, which only made him roll his eyes in response.

once outside the store, you couldn’t resist teasing him, a playful grin spreading across your face. “oh, come on, it’s just a snack,” you said, pushing him lightly with your hand as you walked past him.

but sukuna wasn’t having any of it. his frustration only deepened at your carefree attitude. he turned to face you with a frown, his voice low but sharp, returning the favor. “don’t push me.”

you blinked, a bit taken aback by his reaction. but it didn’t take long before your mischievous side flared up. without hesitation, you shoved him back, the playful gleam in your eyes only growing. “don’t push me,” you retorted, your hands pressing harder against his chest.

sukuna’s eyes widened in surprise as his balance shifted, and before he could even react, his feet slipped, and he stumbled backward. the force of the push sent him crashing into the row of parked motorcycles outside the store. the sound of metal clanging and engines rattling echoed in the quiet street as the motorcycles toppled over, one by one, like a row of dominos.

you froze, your eyes wide with shock, staring at the mess you had just caused. the motorcycles lay scattered, some on their sides, others leaning awkwardly, their once proud chrome frames now battered and unbalanced.

sukuna and you shared a stunned look, the realization hitting both of you simultaneously. his glare turned to you, murderous and filled with disbelief. “you...” he muttered, his voice a dangerous whisper, the rage building up in his chest. “this is your fault.”

you could only mutter an apology under your breath, your hands flying to cover your mouth as a curse slipped past your lips. “fuck,” you whispered, eyes wide with embarrassment and a hint of panic. you took a step back, unsure of what to do next as the reality of the situation settled in. sukuna’s glare didn’t soften, but his gaze flicked to the mess, then back at you. the anger was still there, but a small part of him was almost impressed by the sheer chaos you had caused with a simple push.

“well, this is just great,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, exasperated but somehow unable to hide a small smirk creeping at the corner of his lips. “you really know how to make things interesting, don’t you?”

before you could react to the mess you caused, a shout broke through the air. “hey!” the angry voice cut through the tension, sending a jolt of panic through both you and sukuna. your head snapped toward the source of the sound, your heart racing as you instinctively stepped back.

sukuna’s expression immediately hardened, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the group of men approaching, all clearly not happy with the situation. one of them, a larger man with a scowl etched across his face, stepped forward and demanded, “what the hell are you two doing?”

you opened your mouth to try and explain, but before you could get a word out, sukuna was already on his feet, moving with the swift grace that was so typical of him. his hand shot out, grabbing yours in a firm grip. he didn’t give you a chance to argue or even think. “run,” he growled, his tone harsh but urgent. his other hand snatched up both bags of snacks from the ground, not wanting to leave them behind, as if that mattered in the moment.

with no time to waste, you both took off, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the street as you sprinted away from the angry group. the men shouted after you. you glanced over at sukuna, still holding onto his hand, your heart pounding. despite the adrenaline coursing through you, a small laugh bubbled up at the absurdity of the situation, but sukuna’s focused expression didn’t falter as he kept running. “next time, maybe don’t knock over the bikes,” he muttered through gritted teeth, but there was a flicker of amusement in his voice. “god, you’re a pain.”

sukuna’s eyes briefly flicked towards the beach, then back ahead at the dimly lit road ahead. he didn’t hesitate for a moment, his strides quickening as he veered off the road onto the sandy shore, you barely had time to respond— desperate to get away from a bunch of angry men while the angry voices followed behind you two. “shit!” you mutter.

you stumbled from the pavement onto the soft, shifting sand, the sudden change in terrain threw you off balance for a brief moment. your feet sank deeper into the sand, making it harder to keep up with sukuna’s swift pace. you cursed quietly under your breath, trying to steady yourself, but sukuna’s hand tightened around yours, steadying you with a firm grip. his gaze never wavered, scanning the area ahead with intensity as he led the way, his jaw clenched with determination.

the sand, soft and unpredictable, made every step feel like it was dragging you back, the gentle incline of the beach working against you. with each step, the angry shouts of the men grew louder, and you could feel the panic rising again. sukuna cursed under his breath, again, his footsteps becoming heavier as he pushed forward. “this way,” he muttered, his voice sharp as he tugged you in the direction of a cluster of large rocks jutting out from the sand.

you followed without hesitation, the two of you moving with an urgency that came from being hunted. as you reached the rocks, sukuna’s grip on your hand shifted. he pulled you towards the largest one, guiding you behind it with a fluid motion. instinctively, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close against his chest to shield you from the view of the men still shouting in the distance.

your heart was racing, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts as you tried to calm yourself. you could feel his body against yours, the steady thrum of his heartbeat almost matching the frantic pulse in your own chest. your wide eyes met his for a moment, but he didn’t acknowledge the proximity, didn’t even look at you. his focus was entirely on the men who were now pacing past, their voices carrying over the beach.

they were discussing possible places you two might have gone, debating which direction to take. their words drifted on the wind as they walked past, oblivious to the two of you hiding behind the rocks. you could hear them mention the pier and the nearby dunes, but none of them thought to look in the direction you were hiding. you both sat in the sand, as still as possible, listening intently, barely daring to breathe.

you stayed pressed against sukuna’s side, the tension between the two of you palpable. the men’s voices faded into the distance, the danger slipping away. but as the silence settled in, you couldn’t help but feel the heat of sukuna’s body next to yours, the closeness making you acutely aware of how tightly he was holding you, how his arm had never loosened from around your waist.

finally, sukuna let out a deep, relieved sigh, but didn’t let go of you just yet. his eyes remained on the retreating men, watching until they disappeared from view. “that was too damn close,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with irritation, but there was a hint of amusement there too. “next time, try not to wreck an entire parking lot.”

you didn’t say anything at first. instead, you just stared at sukuna, your wide eyes reflecting the moonlight that bathed the beach in a soft, silver glow. the faint breeze played with your hair, and for a moment, the world felt like it had slowed down, leaving you both in this small, tense bubble of silence.

your cheeks felt hot, pink as sakura blossoms, but you hoped the dim lighting would hide the flush creeping up your neck. sukuna’s attention was still on the retreating men, his jaw tight with focus, and you couldn’t help but notice how his grip had relaxed just enough to let you breathe, but not enough to let go entirely. his presence felt overwhelming, and for a moment, you found yourself wishing you could escape the strange heat of the situation.

you shifted uncomfortably, wanting to break the silence but unsure how to respond. you had never been one to get flustered easily, but this was different. the proximity, the way his body still pressed against yours, made your heart beat faster than it should.

sukuna’s gaze finally shifted back to you, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in your flushed cheeks and the way you were fidgeting. he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “what’s up with that ugly face of yours?” he asked, voice dripping with mockery, before pulling his hand away and pushing your face with an exaggerated motion, face-palming you in the process.

you groaned, the gesture annoying yet somehow familiar. you smacked his hand away from your face with an exaggerated flick of your wrist, then moved to sit beside him. leaning against the rock, you crossed your arms and huffed while the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. “you’re the one who’s ugly,” you grumbled under your breath, though the words didn’t carry much weight.

despite the irritation in your tone, there was something oddly comforting about being so close to him in that moment. you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight tension in his shoulders, and it grounded you, even though your heart was still racing.

sukuna just laughed, clearly unbothered by your comeback. “nice one,” he chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “very original.” he shift beside you, his back against the rough surface of the boulder. the cool night air blew off the ocean, but it couldn’t quite reach the small space between you and sukuna. the warmth radiating from his body seemed to counteract any chill you might have felt.

you glanced over at him, your eyes catching on the way the moonlight illuminated his face, casting shadows across his sharp features. sukuna met your gaze, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes dramatically as you turned your head away from him. “fuck face,” you muttered under your breath, trying to sound as unbothered as possible despite the fluttering feeling in your chest. you didn’t look at him, but you could practically feel his amused gaze on you, sharp and unrelenting.

sukuna let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by your attempt to act indifferent. “nice comeback,” he said with a grin, his tone teasing. he shifted slightly, his posture still relaxed as he leaned back against the boulder. despite the sarcastic edge in your words, the atmosphere between you two had somehow shifted, the tension from earlier dissolving into something more familiar. something that, despite how hard you tried to avoid it, felt oddly comfortable.

sukuna rolled his eyes dramatically by the comfortable, warm weird feeling, and yet, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement. “ugly duck,” he muttered, clearly trying to irritate you as much as possible. his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and it was clear he was enjoying the way your temper was starting to rise.

you scoffed again, your eyes narrowing at sukuna with an offended look, as if he had just committed an unforgivable sin against your family. “i do not,” you said firmly, voice laced with disbelief, as if the idea was completely absurd. the way you looked at him, like he’d just insulted your entire existence, made it clear that you weren’t about to let him get away with that cheap shot— glaring at him with all the seriousness you could muster.

sukuna raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned back against the boulder, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “yes, you are,” he said confidently, his tone teasing and challenging, as if daring you to prove him wrong.

your eyes narrowed as you glared at sukuna, frustration bubbling up inside you. with a quick movement, you smacked his shoulder, your voice firm as you retorted, “i do not.”

the hit made sukuna frown slightly, clearly unamused by your defiance. his gaze hardened as he leaned in a little closer, then returned the gesture, hitting your shoulder back with a gentler force, almost playful. “yes, you are,” he insisted, his voice dripping with mock confidence.

after a bit of playful back-and-forth hitting, the air had finally cooled down, and the two of you settled on the blanket, both of you feeling the exhaustion of the night catch up. sukuna stretched out beside you, his arm sliding beneath his head as he stared up at the night sky. you mirrored his position, laying on your back, the soft sand beneath the blanket providing a bit of cushion.

the moonlight cast a gentle glow across the landscape, and for the first time that night, there was a quiet, almost peaceful stillness between you two. the sound of the waves crashing in the distance was calming, and for a brief moment, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away.

you stayed like that for a while, side by side, your thoughts swirling in the calmness of the moment. sukuna, ever the enigma, didn’t say a word either. his usual teasing and mocking had faded, replaced with the silence that seemed to hang comfortably in the air.

it was past three in the morning by now, and the world around you seemed to slow down. there was no rush, no need to speak—just the two of you under the vast, starry sky, each lost in your own thoughts but sharing the same space.

despite the petty fights and irritation that had built up throughout the evening, there was something oddly peaceful about this moment. the tension between you two seemed to dissipate in the quiet, the cool night air and distant waves offering a strange comfort. your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of the world around you.

the silence was weirdly comfortable, almost soothing, in a way you hadn’t expected. you both lay there, gazing up at the night sky, the stars twinkling above like a scattered canvas of light. for once, the annoying back-and-forth banter was replaced by this tranquil quiet, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it. the warmth from sukuna’s body beside you, weird, but somehow bring you warmth.

you turned your head slightly, your gaze shifting toward sukuna. his frown was still firmly in place, even after all the teasing and playful hits. it seemed almost permanent, like an expression he wore without even thinking about it.

you let out a quiet sigh, your eyes drifting back to the waves crashing softly against the shore. with a hint of sarcasm, you said, “you’ll get old faster if you can’t stop frowning like that.” you didn’t even look at him as you spoke, just keeping your focus on the rhythmic movement of the water, but you could feel his presence next to you, the weight of his attention likely on you even without him saying anything.

sukuna’s frown didn’t shift an inch, as if the muscles in his face were permanently stuck in their grumpy position. he glanced over at you, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice. “what, you think some stupid facial expression will make me age?” he grumbled, his tone carrying an edge of irritation. “besides, i’d rather frown than wear a stupid smile all the time.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his blunt response, the annoyance simmering beneath the surface of his words. with a sigh, you shook your head, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “look, i’m not saying you need to walk around looking like some grinning idiot all the time,” you said, the sarcasm in your voice unmistakable.

shift slightly on your side, your finger poke his dimple. “but at least try not to look like you’re in a permanent bad mood, always so grumpy. it’s not a good look, sukuna.” you emphasized the last part, hoping he’d get the message, though you weren’t expecting him to suddenly turn cheerful.

sukuna growled lowly, his frown deepening at your words. “and what, you think you know what’s a good look?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “maybe i like frowning. it makes people think twice before they mess with me, and it keeps the idiots away,” he muttered, though there was a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

he remained motionless, but his eyes narrowed as he looked at you, clearly not appreciating your advice or the way you were poking at him. “i can frown all i damn well please.”

you rolled your eyes dramatically at his response, the exaggerated gesture meant to get under his skin even more. “jeez, take a chill pill, will ya?” you quipped, your voice dripping with mock exasperation as you shifted to lay on your back again, gaze fixed on the stars above. unable to resist, you muttered just loud enough for him to hear, “bitch face,” a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you knew exactly what reaction you’d get.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, and he rolled them in an exaggerated motion, clearly unimpressed by your comment. “go fuck yourself,” he shot back, his tone dry but laced with the barest hint of amusement, though he refused to let you see it. the tension between you both was charged, but in the way that felt more like a game than anything truly serious.

you chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing as you turned your head to look at him. “what should i when i have you, though?” you replied, your tone playful and laced with mock innocence. without missing a beat, you reached out and poked his side, grinning when he flinched just slightly at your touch.

sukuna growled, an annoyed sound that rumbled from his throat at your playful poke. he smacked your hand away, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare, as if warning you not to do it again. “are you done being a pain in the ass, or do i have to suffer some more of your genius jokes?” he grumbled, his voice dry with sarcasm. despite his words, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, like he silently enjoyed the back-and-forth banter.

you snorted, the sound full of amusement as you raised your hands in mock surrender. “alright, alright, i’ll stop,” you said, your tone playful but with a hint of finality. you shifted your attention away from him, turning your gaze to the sea in front of you. the waves glistened under the moonlight, their rhythmic crash filling the comfortable silence between you two.

a small smile tugged at your lips as you let the peaceful night wash over you, your playful antics replaced with a quiet contentment. still, you couldn’t help but glance at sukuna out of the corner of your eye, half-expecting another sarcastic remark.

sukuna grumbled under his breath, muttering something unintelligible about how “impossible” you were. though you had promised to stop with your antics, he could tell you weren’t entirely done messing with him—it was in the way you carried yourself, that mischievous spark in your eyes that promised chaos at the worst possible moments. aside from his annoyance, sukuna stayed quiet, letting the cool breeze and the rhythmic crash of waves fill the silence between you.

he exhaled deeply, his breath forming faint clouds in the crisp night air as he leaned back on the blanket, eyes fixating on the stars scattered across the vast sky. for a moment, he let himself get lost in his thoughts, his usual scowl softening ever so slightly. everything about tonight felt absurd to him—ridiculous, even. this was only the second time he’d found himself alone with you, and yet somehow, you had managed to rope him into something so out of the ordinary, so unlike anything he’d normally do.

his gaze lingered on the constellations above, but his mind was far from serene. he couldn’t help but replay the events of the past few hours, each one more baffling than the last. it had started with your insistence on a late-night trip to the beach, dragging him out of whatever semblance of peace he’d hoped to enjoy for the night. you’d pestered him relentlessly, batting away his complaints with ease, until he finally caved. by the time he realized what he’d agreed to, you were already in the passenger seat, grinning as if you’d won some grand prize.

the two-hour drive to the beach had been another ordeal entirely— leaving all the responsibility to him while you fast asleep. he swore you’d consumed every ounce of patience he had before you even arrived. then, as if that wasn’t enough, you’d demanded he pay for your snacks—practically raided the convenience store, arms full of chips and candy—and didn’t even offer to share half of it.

but the crowning jewel of the night had been the chaos you caused at the parking lot— you shoving him toward a row of motorcycles. the chain reaction had been instant and catastrophic, a line of bikes toppling over like dominoes. before he could even process what had happened, a group of furious men had appeared, yelling and charging toward you both.

sukuna could still feel the adrenaline pumping from the chase, the way his hand had gripped yours as you both bolted for the rocks near the shore. and now, after all that chaos, here you were—lying next to him on a beach at four, almost five in the morning, wrapped in the chilly embrace of the ocean breeze, waiting for a sunrise that wouldn’t come for at least another hour.

he stole a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. you were staring out at the waves, your expression unusually calm, a small smile playing on your lips as if this had been your plan all along. sukuna frowned, his thoughts spiraling further. how the hell did you manage to drag him into these absurd situations? more importantly, why had he let you? he wasn’t the type to indulge anyone, let alone someone as unpredictable and insistent as you. and yet, here he was—on a beach at an ungodly hour, lying on a blanket, while you waited for a sunrise he didn’t care to see.

still, there was something about the quiet between you now, something strangely comforting, the feeling like he yearning the warmth. he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but the silence wasn’t so bad. it was rare for him to feel this at ease with someone, even after a night as chaotic as this. sukuna’s eyes wandered back to the stars, his thoughts drifting between irritation and an odd sense of contentment. maybe you were impossible, but for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, he didn’t mind it all that much.

sukuna glanced towards the horizon, the sky still mostly dark except for a thin band of color that had begun to form—the barely there hint of the sun’s impending arrival. with a heavy groan, he finally broke the silence, his voice low and slightly irritable. “why the hell did we have to wait for the sunrise again?” he asked, his tone heavy with frustration, but the underlying exasperation laced with a subtle warmth that betrayed his true feelings.

despite his words, sukuna didn’t attempt to leave, his gaze fixated on the early morning sky.

you let out a small sigh, not bothering to look at him as you answered, your voice casual but with a hint of amusement. “i’m bored,” you said, your eyes still fixed on the horizon, the sky still stubbornly blue with no trace of the sunrise. “i’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise. figured tonight was as good a time as any.”

you stretched slightly, feeling the coolness of the morning air nipping at your skin, but the warmth from sukuna’s presence still lingered beside you. despite the late hour and everything that had happened, you weren’t quite ready to leave yet. the quiet was peaceful, and you weren’t about to break it with another pointless argument.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your nonchalant response, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of your reasoning. “so you dragged me out here at one in the morning because you were...bored?” he grumbled, clearly not thrilled with the entire situation.

he fell silent for a moment, then spoke up again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “don’t tell me you wanted to ‘bond’ too. maybe we can braid each other’s hair next and exchange secrets like little kids.”

you shot him a glare, your eyes narrowing in a mix of annoyance and amusement. “yeah, sure, sukuna,” you retorted, your tone laced with attitude. “i was thinking we could braid each other’s hair, sing kumbaya around a campfire, and share our deepest, darkest secrets. sound like a blast?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of his suggestion, your words dripping with sarcasm. despite the tension in the air, there was a hint of playfulness beneath your sharp retort. “maybe next time, we’ll make friendship bracelets while we’re at it ’cause you are my best friend.” sukuna’s smirk returned, but this time it was more subdued, as if he was both amused and slightly irritated by your response.

sukuna snorted at your sarcasm, his voice laced with amusement. “yeah, right. like i’m gonna sit around and act all buddy-buddy with you, braid your hair, and sing little campfire songs.” his tone was sharp, filled with his usual irritable edge, but there was something else beneath the annoyance—a hint of amusement that betrayed his true feelings.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the thought. “you’re delusional if you think i’d ever do any of that crap. in what world would i want to be friends with a pain in the ass like you?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes too, giving him a playful shove to the chest. “shut up, sukuna,” you scowled, your tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. “i don’t want to be friends with a grumpy bastard like you either.” you crossed your arms, a pout tugging at your lips as you glared at him, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break through.

his sarcasm and irritation were so predictable, and yet, there was something strangely endearing about it, even if you’d never admit it out loud. still, you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that you didn’t mind his grumpiness quite as much as you let on.

sukuna growled in frustration, his scowl becoming even deeper. “i can’t believe i was stupid enough to agree to this whole damn thing.” he muttered, his irritation evident in the sharp edge of his voice. “not only did you drag me out here in the middle of the night, but now i have to sit here and freeze my ass off while we wait for this damn sunrise that might not even show up.”

he groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression. “you’re impossible, you know that? this was all your messed up idea. i should’ve just stayed in bed.”

you continued to ignore him, staring straight ahead, your pout deepening as you refused to acknowledge his ranting. the coldness of the night air seemed to match your mood, and you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin. sukuna could complain all he wanted; you weren’t budging.

sukuna huffed, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at you, but your silence only made his irritation grow. he rolled his eyes dramatically, looking down at his watch to check the time. past 5 a.m. already, and yet the sky still hadn’t changed much. he frowned as he let out another annoyed sigh, starting to push himself up on his elbows.

his gaze drifted around, trying to spot any sign of the sunrise, but as he scanned the horizon, his brow furrowed. something didn’t feel right. he looked up at the sky again, squinting as he took in the way the light still hadn’t shifted. it was then that he realized, with a sense of realization, that you two were on the east coast, not the west. the sunrise wasn’t going to happen from this direction.

he glanced at you with an exasperated expression, muttering, “you’ve got to be kidding me... we’re on the damn east coast. the sunrise is on the other side.”

sukuna’s expression twisted into something between disbelief and irritation as he glanced at you. “are you an idiot or what?” he snapped, his tone sharp as he finally gave in to his frustration. “did you seriously not know how the sun works? i can’t believe i got dragged all the way here to sit and freeze my ass off because you didn’t even realize we’re on the damn east coast.”

his gaze was burning with a mix of annoyance and exasperation, though beneath it, there was a slight edge of guilt creeping in. deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be putting all the blame on you, especially considering he had been the one to drive you to this beach in the first place. but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that. he crossed his arms, scoffing. “great, now we’re stuck here, waiting for a sunrise that’s never gonna come.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes in disbelief, clearly unimpressed with his accusation. “really? you’re gonna blame me? you’re the one who drove, idiot,” you shot back, your pout deepening into a frown as you glared at him. “i was asleep the whole damn ride, and now you’re the one who doesn’t even know where you’re going. so yeah, i’d say you’re the idiot here.” you crossed your arms, your expression growing more annoyed as you continued to glare at him, the frustration clearly etched on your face.

sukuna seethed with annoyance, his scowl deepening at your words. he clenched his jaw, clearly not used to being talked back to like this. “oh, please. don’t act like you’re some kind of genius now,” he shot back, his tone sharper than before. “you were the one who dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night for this. and you expect me to just automatically know everything about a place i’ve never been to before? you want this sunrise so damn much, why don’t you figure out how to make one materialize out of thin air?”

he grumbled under his breath, his scowl deepening as he looked out at the ocean again. the sky was still stubbornly blue, no sign of the sunrise in sight. sukuna huffed irritably, muttering under his breath. “this is bullshit.”

you didn’t say anything in response, your lips pressed tightly together as you continued to lie there, the disappointment clear on your face. your pout deepened, and you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his harsh words, especially since all you had wanted was to spend a moment to watch sunrise, even if it was a silly one.

his tone had stung more than you cared to admit, and the way he seemed to blame you for everything, despite it being a joint mess, only added to the weight on your chest. you stared at the sky slowly shape-shifted to light blue, trying to hold back the frustration that welled up inside you. for a moment, you wondered if it was even worth it.

sukuna remained stubbornly silent for a few moments, too, a mix of frustration and stubbornness brewing within him once he glaze your expression with his eyes. he couldn’t understand why you were taking this so personally, why the lack of the sunrise was bothering you so much. it wasn’t as if this was a life-or-death situation; it was just a damn sunrise. he scoffed softly, rolling his eyes before finally speaking up, his tone still sharp.

“you’re acting like a child, you know that? it’s just a sunrise, for god’s sakes. is it really that important to you?” his scowl deepened as he watched you remain stubbornly silent, clearly bothered by his words. he had never been one for sensitivity or empathy. to him, your reaction seemed completely overblown and absurd, especially considering the situation you two were in. sukuna snorted softly, shaking his head.

“seriously? are you gonna be like this because the sunrise isn’t here? we already wasted all night driving here, and for what? a damn sunrise. you’re acting like a spoiled little brat,” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain. “grow up already.”

you didn’t respond to his words, instead choosing to turn your body away from him. you laid on your side, your back facing him now, a small tremble running through your shoulders. you could feel the hurt deepening, his words stinging more than you expected. the tears fell quietly, sliding down your cheeks, and you sniffled softly, doing your best to suppress the emotions building up inside you.

you had always known what kind of person sukuna was—his harshness, his lack of care for anything that didn’t serve his interests. you had seen it in his interactions with others, like his younger brother, yuuji, and the way he treated your friends. you always figured you could handle it, that you could deal with him because, at least sometimes, you saw the more hidden parts of him, the small cracks in the tough exterior. but now, hearing his words and feeling the sting of them so directly, it hurt more than you had expected.

you knew you weren’t perfect, that maybe you had been a little demanding with the whole sunrise idea, but that didn’t mean you deserved to be treated like this. you stayed quiet, feeling the weight of his words as the night dragged on, the sky still stubbornly blue, but became lighter now, and the silence between you two growing thicker.

sukuna sat watching you, his annoyance mixing with a hint of confusion. he had no idea why you were reacting this way, why you seemed so hurt by his words. he couldn’t understand how something so small and foolish as a sunrise could cause this kind of emotional outburst.

he huffed softly, his tone still laced with irritation. “seriously? you’re crying over a sunrise?” sukuna muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “are you that weak-hearted? you wanted to see the damn sunrise, we didn’t get to see it. so what? suck it up.”

sukuna’s gaze lingered on the back of your head for a long moment, his annoyance slowly giving in to a hint of curiosity. he couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of wrongness in seeing you hurt like this—the way you lay there with your back turned to him and how your shoulders trembled. despite his hardened exterior, sukuna wasn’t entirely heartless, and deep down, he knew that maybe he had been harsher to you than he needed to be.

he sighed quietly, his expression unreadable, as he spoke up again, his voice softer this time. “oi, look at me.” his words were gentle, an unexpected shift from his usual harshness, as if he couldn’t stand seeing you in this state. he knew he had a responsibility to at least try to comfort you, if only a little. he had never been good with emotions, and expressing them was even more challenging, but he feel the sting in his heart just by thinking of him hurting you. sukuna’s gaze was fixed on your trembling form, waiting for you to turn around and face him, just for a moment.

sukuna’s gaze lingered on you for a long moment, his irritation slowly giving way to something more complicated. watching you curl up on the sand, your back still turned to him and your shoulders trembling still, also, stirred a strange, unwelcome sense of guilt in his chest. it wasn’t like him to care about things like this, but there was something about seeing you so small and vulnerable that twisted at his insides.

but you didn’t move. you stayed stubbornly silent, your quiet sniffles filled the air. sukuna frowned, his jaw tightening in frustration. he wasn’t used to this—dealing with emotions, his or anyone else’s. but he couldn’t just leave you like this, as much as he wanted to pretend it wasn’t his problem.

“tch.” sukuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, pushing himself to his feet. “let’s get you home,” he muttered, his tone clipped but lacking its usual edge. when you didn’t respond, he rolled his eyes and nudged your back with the tip of his shoe.

“come on,” he said, his voice a little firmer this time. still, you ignored him, refusing to so much as glance his way. sukuna let out another heavy sigh, crouching down beside you. his large hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you upright with little effort.

now sitting up, your face was finally visible to him—pouting, tear-streaked, and red from crying. the sight made him pause, his irritation faltering as he took in your miserable expression. “seriously?” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

he didn’t say anything more, just started folding up the blanket you had brought, shoving it into your backpack with a quick, careless motion. sliding the strap over his shoulder, sukuna stood and glanced around. the sky was already bright blue, with faint rays of sunlight breaking over the horizon.

he looked back down at you, still sitting on the sand with your arms wrapped around your knees, your pout deepening. he sighed again, reaching down to grab the collar of your shirt and tugging lightly, forcing you to stand. “quit sulking,” he grumbled, though there was an odd softness to his tone. you sniffled quietly, still refusing to look at him as you stood beside him.

sukuna sighed softly, running a hand through his unruly hair as he studied your tear-streaked face. he couldn’t deny the pang of guilt that tugged at his chest at the sight of you so visibly upset even when he wanted to. he knew he had been harsh, but he also knew that he didn’t know how to express his feelings in a way that wouldn’t feel forced or awkward. sukuna wasn’t good at this, but he couldn’t just leave you there, still crying over the sunrise and his harsh words. finally, he sighed, muttering softly, “oi, enough with the waterworks.”

his tone was gentle, the sharp edge from earlier gone. sukuna didn’t have the patience or know-how to comfort you with words, but he decided to try actions this time. he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you gently against his chest. his embrace was awkward as if he was unsure of what he was doing. but sukuna held you there for a moment, silently hoping that the gesture might bring some semblance of comfort.

you felt the stiff, awkward warmth of sukuna’s arms around your shoulders, a gesture so out of character that it startled you. you froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. his embrace wasn’t exactly comforting—it was clumsy and uncomfortable, more like he was experimenting with something foreign to him.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you gently pushed him off, stepping back to look at him with a bewildered expression. “what are you doing?” you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. sukuna’s scowl returned instantly, the hint of softness from earlier vanishing in an instant. before he could retort, you wiped your tears with the back of your hands and turned away, muttering to yourself as you started walking toward the car.

he stood there, dumbfounded, watching you stomp off. his jaw tightened, and he muttered under his breath, “bitch.” shaking his head, sukuna strode after you, quickly closing the distance between you. without warning, he grabbed the back of your collar, halting your determined march.

“this way, idiot,” he growled, dragging you in the opposite direction. you stumbled slightly as he led you toward the other side of the beach, his grip firm but not rough. as you looked up, you noticed the familiar sight of the park where the car was parked. “could’ve just told me,” you muttered, still sulking but didn’t do anything.

sukuna’s scowl deepened at your comment, his frustration returning. “oh, i’m sorry,” he replied sarcastically, a hint of venom in his voice. “did i not make it clear enough for your tiny brain? and here i was, thinking i was doing you a favor, trying to comfort your annoying crying ass.” he let go of your collar, the frustration evident in his movements as he strode a few steps ahead, grumbling to himself. “you should be grateful for even getting a scrap of my attention. you’re lucky i bother with you at all, considering how pathetic you are.”

you scowled deepened too at sukuna’s cutting words, his sarcasm and venom hitting harder than you wanted to admit, again. but instead of snapping back, you stayed quiet, scrunching up your face in silent mockery. your lips curled into an exaggerated pout, your brows furrowed dramatically as you mimicked his grumpy tone in your head.

just as you thought you’d gotten away with it, sukuna abruptly stopped. it was as if he had a sixth sense for your antics—or maybe just really good instincts. he turned around swiftly, his crimson eyes narrowing suspiciously. you barely managed to wipe the mockery off your face, replacing it with a neutral expression that screamed innocence.

“what?” you asked, your tone feigned and sweet, as if you hadn’t just been pulling faces behind his back. his glare deepened, clearly not buying it. “don’t ‘what’ me,” he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation. he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab the back of your collar once more. his grip wasn’t rough, it was never rough, but it was firm enough to show he wasn’t in the mood for any more games.

“walk faster, idiot, before i leave your ass here,” he muttered, tugging lightly to get you moving.

you huffed but complied, grumbling under your breath as you quickened your pace to match his. “maybe i’d prefer staying here,” you muttered, low enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear. “keep talking, and i’ll make sure you stay,” he shot back without even turning, his sharp ears catching every word. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh, annoyed but secretly amused by how easily he picked up on your muttering.

despite his usual annoyance, sukuna opened the door for you, his movements slower than usual. he gently nudged you toward the car, his gaze heavy as he looked down at you. you met his eyes, expression a mixture of innocence and just overly too cute for sukuna’s liking.

he didn’t say anything, and for a moment, the silence stretched between you two. sukuna just gave a lazy glance, then shut the door behind you with a soft thud. without a word, he walked to the other side of the car and got in, the door closing with a faint click.

the car’s engine hummed to life, and for the first time, you could feel the tension between you both, but it was different—quieter, somehow, as if something unspoken lingered in the air.

the engine’s soft hum filled the car as sukuna pulled out of the park, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. the silence was thick, almost deafening in a way. sukuna’s hands gripped the steering wheel with a slight tightness, indicating his conflicted feelings of irritation and concern for your earlier emotional outburst.

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, stealing glances every now and then. sukuna’s brow was still furrowed, a deep crease etched onto it. he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that he had let you down in some way.

8 am.

sukuna grumbled to himself, hands stuffed deep in his pockets as he walked away from your house. he couldn’t figure out why he had stopped the car here instead of just driving to his own place. it wasn’t like your house was that far from his, but now he had to walk home alone in the cold morning air, irritated by his own decision.

“stupid,” he muttered under his breath, cursing you and the entire situation. “dumbass car ride, dumbass emotions. should’ve just let her drive herself. stupid decisions.”

his mind was a mess, the events of the past hours replaying in his head. he couldn’t help but feel frustrated—he didn’t like this weird tension, the things he’d said and done. but it didn’t matter, right? it wasn’t his fault that everything was so damn complicated. “whatever,” he mumbled again, his words lost in the wind as he trudged forward, not bothering to look back.

the door of your house slowly creaked open, the old hinges protesting softly under the weight of the door. you cautiously glanced back at sukuna, the morning sunlight casting a warm golden hue on his figure. a small, almost invisible smile graced your lips as sukuna trudged forward, his muttering too low to be heard.

with a final glance in sukuna’s direction, you slipped into the house, the gentle sounds of the door closing behind you bringing a sense of relief. you leaned against the door, a newfound determination settling in your gut.

sukuna quickly stepped inside once he reached his house, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. he made his way to the kitchen, his heavy footsteps announcing his arrival. there, he found yuuji, his younger brother, perched on a stool with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

the pink-haired boy paused mid-bite, spoon hovering near his mouth as he noticed sukuna’s disheveled state. confusion etched across his face, yuuji asked, “where have you been?” his curious eyes followed sukuna, who was rummaging through the fridge with a deep scowl, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

sukuna didn’t even give yuuji a glance as he grumbled, “don’t ask.” he started pulling open drawers, searching hastily for a box of cereal. sukuna’s annoyance was evident as he continued his search. yuuji’s curiosity grew, he didn’t dare ask what had happened, but the visible frustration on sukuna’s face hinted at something more. after a small silence, sukuna finally found what he was looking for, his hands clutching a box of cereal tightly as he started preparing a bowl.

the silence that followed didn’t last long. yuuji, much like you, wasn’t one to let sukuna’s grumpy behavior slide without a bit of teasing. a smirk crept across his face as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the counter. “rough night, huh?” he drawled, his tone laced with amusement.

sukuna shot him a warning glance but didn’t reply, choosing instead to focus on pouring cereal into the bowl. “what happened, nii-san?” yuuji pressed, his smirk widening. “get dumped or something?”

sukuna scowled at yuuji’s teasing, his grip on the cereal box tightening. he set the box aside with more force than necessary, causing the cereal to spill slightly. “mind your own damn business,” he growled, his annoyance evident. sukuna poured the cereal into the bowl, ignoring yuuji’s comment.

yuuji, a master of egging sukuna on, simply grinned, not ready to back down. he leaned closer, a playful smirk on his face. “c’mon, tell me. was it a woman? did you finally meet someone who can put up with your grumpy ass?”

sukuna rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose as he tried to maintain what little patience he had left. setting his bowl down, he glanced at yuuji with a mix of irritation and curiosity. “was your friend always like that?” he asked, mind wondering to you, his voice carrying equal parts annoyance and genuine inquiry.

yuuji blinked, his grin faltering slightly as confusion replaced it. “who?” he asked, tilting his head like a puppy trying to understand something.

sukuna groaned, picking up his bowl and smacking yuuji lightly on the back of the head with his free hand. “dumbass,” he muttered, shaking his head as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. yuuji rubbed the back of his head, watching his older brother leave with an amused pout.

as sukuna made his way to the stairs, he called over his shoulder, “don’t wake me up. i’m sleeping the whole damn day.” his voice echoed through the house, leaving yuuji huff in annoyance to himself in the kitchen. “what a drama queen,” yuuji muttered, going back to his cereal.

sukuna grumbled under his breath as he stomped up the stairs, his heavy footfalls announcing his mood. the mention of you had only served to sour his mood further, the weight of the night’s events heavy on his mind. he made his way to his room, the door shutting with a sharp thud as he locked himself inside. out the bowl of cereal down to the desk, sukuna slumped onto his bed, pulling a pillow over his eyes to block out the world and the annoying thoughts that insisted on intruding in his head.

with a resigned grunt, sukuna tossed the pillow aside and sat up, his mind still plagued by thoughts of the morning. he glanced at the clock, the early hours only adding to the irritation that lingered in his mind. sukuna’s eyes drifted to the nearby mirror, catching a glimpse of his reflection.

his usual slicked-back hair was disheveled, and a faint shadow of stubble had formed stubble, a testament to his restless night. sukuna’s gaze narrowed as he took in his frazzled appearance. “great,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice again.

sukuna took a deep, steadying breath as he tried to shake off his annoyance. he ran a hand through his messy hair, making an attempt to smooth it down. sukuna couldn’t help but scoff at his own reflection, “look at you, acting like a fool,” he muttered to himself, his tone laced with bitterness. “all this over what? a crying face and some childish banter?”

he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to admit it. he couldn’t shake the image of you in his head, your face etched in his thoughts. it was infuriating. sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, but sukuna’s mood remained dark.

he tried to push the thoughts of you to the back of his mind, but your presence lingered, even in his room. sukuna had always prided himself on his ability to maintain his stoic exterior, but his encounter with you had managed to crack through that facade and now it was beginning to drive him insane. his fists clenched the sheets, the frustration boiling inside him.

sukuna let out a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back against the headboard with a mix of frustration and defeat. the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room, but it did little to brighten his mood. instead, the warmth only seemed to mock him, its brightness contrasting sharply with the storm raging inside him.

no matter how much he tried, sukuna couldn’t push the memory of you out of his mind. the sight of your trembling shoulders, the tears on your face, and the way you walked away without a backward glance haunted him. it gnawed at him, each memory more vivid than the last. sukuna had never been one to dwell on things, let alone feel guilt. but this? this was different. the words he had said to you, the harshness, the dismissal—it all felt wrong. he knew he had pushed you too far, but it was the way you had shut him out, the way you refused to even look at him, that cut him deeper than any punch could.

his fists clenched the sheets, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. why was he so affected by this? why did it feel like the world had shifted beneath his feet? sukuna had always prided himself on being unshakable, but with you, everything felt like it was slipping away.

he let out another sigh, trying to push the thoughts of you back down, but they wouldn’t stay buried. you were there, in his head, in his chest, in the silence that filled his room.

sukuna hated it.

and yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he needed to make things right. he wasn’t sure how to, or even if he could, but the idea of leaving things like they were... it ate at him. the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn’t just walk away from this. not without trying.

so, after days of wrestling with himself, of letting the guilt twist him into knots, sukuna finally decided he couldn’t ignore you anymore. he had to find you, maybe.

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golden-rolling-hills · 3 months ago

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here’s a chaotic list of random notes i took last night on the way home from the show

- brody makes A LOT of eye contact

- he pointed at me and smiled and giggled a bit when i was mouthing the words to him while he was sitting next to me

- victor loves his middle finger, he was flipping everyone off for most of the time he was on stage in tulsa 67

- brent is so funny to watch on the side of ggah

- he kept making snarky little remarks to himself

- he specifically said “sodas gotta watch his mouth” really loudly after sodas verse

- he fixed dans necklace at one point for him 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- dan was soooo touchy with brent and brody tonight

- the way brent threw himself into dans arms after titt made me sob

- also the way dan was holding brody on the ground after johnnys death

- i actually couldn’t breathe

- tilly screamed “get off of me” sooooo loudly at the start of the rumble

- brody kept adjusting his wig during act 2

- at the end of the rumble when it was blackout, dan stuck his hand off the stage and fist bumped one of the girls in the group next to me

- i thought rj was going to kick me in the face during the rumble, he came very very close a few times

- josh boone was robbed of that tony

- i was actually shaking and hyperventilating during little brother

- i kept looking at brody during scenes where he was just observing on the jungle gym and wasn’t actually apart of and he could definitely feel me watching him because he made DIRECT eye contact with me a few times 😳

- josh boone is SO funny during the drive in scene

- no one ate any of the food last night

- brody and emma were dancing during bows again 🥺🥺🥺

- melody and barton really are in their own little world during the drive in

- they whisper in each others ears a lot, bev and brill are soooo toxicly codependent couple coded

- brent confirmed at the stage door that he’s 6’3

- i had a conversation at the sd with victor about us being from the same state (one of my friends is from the same town as him and he went to college with my brothers girlfriend)

- i gave dan and melody the magnets i made

- dan is the absolute nicest person ive ever met in my life i swear he’s such a sweetheart.

- melody actually screamed when i gave her the magnets because she remembered the dan gary edit from when she reposted it to her story months ago and said it’s her favorite dan berry magnet yet 😭🤪😳

- brent was crying for like all of act 2 last night

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jackass-jones · 8 months ago

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Never not thinking about the way ashton confesses his love to isabella like first off theyre at the bar it’s revealed isabella plans to try and go back to the mansion on her own to find a way to end the curse and ashton holds her hand and pleads for her not to do that because it’s highly dangerous and they all need to stick together. But then he sneaks off to break into the mansion on his own, literally right after telling isabella not to do that, but he thinks it’s okay if it’s him because he feels responsible for everything and that he has to always put on a brave face and carry his friends’ burdens and destroy himself to keep them safe and that his life isn’t as important so it’s not like it’ll matter if he ends up dying. And then he does almost die, is literally being strangled to death in the creepy attic and would be dead until isabella comes to save him. And shes pissed off. She absolutely fucks up johannes with a taser and a fucking rolling pin because no one hurts her friends and gets away with it. And then she slaps ashton right across his face and yells at him for being reckless and thinking he can just put himself in danger without telling anyone and for being a hypocrite and she makes it clear "you count too, you know. When I said I didn’t want to lose anyone else, that included you."

And that’s when it clicks. Ashton notes how unconditionally and wholeheartedly isabella loves, and it finally kicks in that oh. She loves him. She’s always loved him. And maybe he’s worth loving. He’s then literally so fucking giddy about his discovery that he’s got a big fat grin despite the fact he just nearly died, got slapped, AND got scolded pretty hard. And he takes isabella’s hand again and does what he’s always afraid to do: he apologizes. He’s sorry for always teasing her, and for being reckless, and he’s sorry for taking so long to apologize. "But for all those callous words, there’s nothing I don’t love about you. Those things...I love them. And everything. Everything that’s you."

It’s quiet, then isabella just fucking starts sobbing hysterically. And then ashton is like SHIT SHIT FUCK OH GOD IM SORRY DID I FUCK UP and she asks him why. Why the hell would he say something like that to her? She lists all these reasons, she doesn’t have anything at all she’s never had money and she only eats cheap instant noodles, she can’t do anything with someone helping her, and she was never able to become an artist even though she was so close. She genuinely doesn’t understand how someone like her could ever be seen as anything special, she’s been conditioned into believing that shit like that is for other people but it’ll never happen to her so she doesn’t even allow herself to consider it a possibility. And yet, AND YET

And ashton doesn’t hesitate one second, he looks right at her and says that all those things are still her and he loves everything about her. AND THEN THEY KISS AND HOLD EACH OTHER JUST FOR A MOMENT JUST LETTING THEMSELVES FORGET THE HORRORS BECAUSE THEY HAVE EACH OTHER AND THEY WALK OUT HOLDING HANDS

#the klock keeps ticking #the letter #yeah im having normal feelings about this like i always am #ive watched this scene soooo many fucking times and literally lose my shit tremendously every time #like damn for someone who cant use words for shit ashton sure can be dreamy when he wants to be #its just about the way they both love each other so much and would do anything for each other no matter what #and like when they say these things to each other you KNOW they mean it and thats what really gets me #like they will make sure the other knows how amazing they are and how loved they are #also i think its really funny how rebecca says that if ashton ever makes isabella cry she’ll beat him with a dictionary #and literally the first thing that happens after he confesses is isabella just starts sobbing #also no i cannot talk about the coma confession or the ashton breakdown scene or the shot through the heart scene #i will start sobbing so hard i get sick i am not kidding 😭#everything is literally happy forever i dont CARE if the curse never ends you simply cannot take this away from me

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SORRY TO TAKE SUCH A HARD LEFT BUT HOW DO YOU THINK JO FOUND OUT ARAKAWA WAS DEAD

IM GOING TO SCREAM IF I TRY TO THINK ABOUT THAT NOOOOO I GOTTA GET BACK TO YOU IN 5-7 BUSINESS DAYS WITH THAT ONE............

#snap chats #id shit and cry if aoki was the one that told him in a condescending/bitchy way yk what i mean #like as if to jab at jo like 'oh dont worry about dealing with dad- since you were too incompetent to do it i had someone else handle it'#not that word for word im SURE but yk what i mean. just GENERALLY thats the energy #the timing of this ask is soooo funny i was just talkin to my twit friend bout arasawa #and how youve been inspiring me to draw it more again as of late and this is NOT helping !!!! i am ADDING IT to my LIST #cause i want to be in pain i guess (;´༎ຶ▽༎ຶ`) I JUST SEE IT SO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD EGUUUGHH #im still gonna chew on the idea of How tho im still gonna chew on it cause i have other stuff lined up Obvi but..... OUGH PAIN...#verrrrry awkward when i post a thing in liek an hour cause that shit gon be a lil cute so then i just got this in the back of my dome ☠️☠️#thank you........#throwing up as i remember aoki being like 'you're acting strange lately' brb #OUUGHHGH dying.#LIKE IM JUST THINKIG OF ALL THE EMOTIONS JO WOULDVE BEEN FEELING- /ESP/ IF HE WAS IN FRONT OF AOKI #how would he even cope... i mean judging by the eye scene Not Well butu OUUGHvLKJVALKJ #ITS THE CONFLICTED FEELINGS AGAIN CAUSE LIKE he SHOUULDNT care as much as he does right...#arakawa was just his boss... but if THAT was the case why not take him out when jo was first asked too.....#aoki is his priority in life right...... arakawa wasn't supposed to be anyone important BUT THEN HE DID BECOME IMPORTANT #making myself throw up #anyway this is why jo shouldve been allowed to rip tendo to shreds. in my humble opinion. <- sobbing #NAWWW IT THE WAY I HAVE TO GO OUT WITH MY SIS RIGHT AFTER THIS WELKFJALFKJLKVJ #I CANT BE NORMALLLLL

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bloodwrittenletters · 3 months ago

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YOU SAID 'forever' AND I ALMOST BOUGHT IT

pairing . . . percy jackson x fem!mortal!reader

the cassette playing . . . i miss you, i'm sorry! gracie abrams

the letter reads . . . you loved your boyfriend, but maybe he didn't love you enough to stay— or to say the whole truth.

warnings . . . cursing (just a bit), ANGST, some comedic relief (very tiny).

a/n . . . soooo......... long time no see!! i was thinking of making headcanons out of this but settled for a fic, and i'm thinking maybe doing a part 2????? i dunno, i guess we'll see 😁 also, I just recently discovered jellycats and THEY ARE SO CUTE?? I need one in my life.

many months ago, in the epitome of heart aches of many, your love had been given to a boy with a pained soul with your first kiss. it was percy's sixteen birthday, just after the battle of Manhattan had ended— one that you along with many others had thought it was an attack to the Empire State Building, and he was hurt. you knew he had been involved in some way, he was the one you woke up to be holding you, he was the one who wet your cheeks with his own tears.

you didn't ask about it, didn't question it, just as soon as you could form a logical thought— you were holding him to your heart.

percy and you have been neighbors since you both were thirteen, after his mom and him had moved into the apartment just bellow yours. the friendship blossomed when after some kids from his school decided that it was funny to terrorize him at home, too. and his crush on you had started when you showed with a umbrella ready to chase them off one hit at the time.

the rest of your relationship went down with soft touches, pinning from both sides, and sweet notes during his time at home— which wasn't a lot due to his time in his all holy super camp.

still, the both of you had cherished the little moments you two could share together. and in his sixteen birthday, you decided to seal the deal by gifting him your first kiss.

after long talks, a lot of reassurance for percy's wounded heart, and many excuses, it happened. four whole months of plain love and happiness, with little sides of bits of truths he could offer you.

'my family is... messy, so messy. i can't even tell you about it,' he said once. and you understood and promised to wait until he could spill the beans.

that was, until he disappeared from the face of the earth.

you fell asleep in his arm after playing Moana for him, and the next morning, there was nothing but a peacock feather tangled into your hair. like it was some fucking joke. no lover. no percy was at the scene.

for the next week, you were livid, searching through every street in new york you could get past through.

until annabeth chase, percy's bestie 2# and someone who you couldn't decide if you wanted to be friends or run for your life from, and grover underwood, percy's bestie 1# took over the case.

you were left in his room, wearing his hoodie and crying into his pillow until you passed out. you and his mom held yourselves together— at least that was what it seemed for an outsider.

your heart was irreparable, months started to pass and there was no signs from him. dreams that once gave you a sweet relief started to turn sour and not even in the darkest time of the day you were able to escape the pain.

one month, two, three... it seemed endless, and soon you were left with nothing but the memories of him. since the tears you had shred for him had washed away the smell of him from his clothes, and your lips couldn't remember how sweet his mouth was.

percy jackson was gone.

four months, five, and six, and there was only anger bottling up inside you. more and more.

"come back to me," you cried, hugging the jellycat penguin named percy you had bought for him— the same one he so gently loved and used every night. the habit to buy him more and more stayed with you, but that one was his favorite. and over the course of the months, it had been your comfort for when you wanted to hug him, but oh! you couldn't.

"just... please, come back to me, perce, i don't want to do this without you."

the endless nights of sleep turned into nights of overthinking. maybe if i held him tighter, maybe if i kissed him more, maybe if i told him i loved him—

maybe percy would still be here.

you buried yourself deeper and deeper in that pit of hell.

it was another shitty day of crying, missing, and cursing in the jackson house from your part when the phone rang. paul and sally had left you in the apartment to study. the house was silent but your head was full, of pain, of hope, of aching.

"i'm going!" like the person calling would even hear, you pulled yourself from percy's bed, dragging the blue bunny stuffy you had named mar for the last 18th with you, groaning at the sun hitting your eyes after an ocean flowed from your eyes.

"hi?"

silence.

"anyone there? is this just some stupid prank?"

it wasn't. percy was on the other line doing his best to not pass out. gods, he had missed you so much...

"i'm going to hang up if you don't talk soon—"

"hi, baby... i miss you."

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x you #a vampire kiss #bella's written love #a bloody love letter #the son of neptune

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thewulf · 10 months ago

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Troublemaker || Dallas "Dally" Winston

Summary: Request -Hiiii! can you do a Dallas Winston x Curtis Sister Reader (maybe sodapop's twin?) who is soooo different than soda. She's a firecracker with a mouth on her that gets her in trouble? Dally finds himself repeatedly rescuing the Curtis sister reader, who always seems to get into trouble with her sharp tongue and rebellious streak... Read Rest Here

A/N: I kinda love this one deeply. Something about a troublemaker loving another one gets writing (alot) hahah hope you guys enjoy! Kinda OOC Dally at some points but idc, I love it!

Pairing: Dallas "Dally" Winston x Female Reader (Curtis Sister)

Word Count: 5.3k +

TW: choice words, fighting, punching, blood, general Outsiders TW

1. Clowns at the Drive-In:

The night was alive with the buzz of excitement at the local drive-in, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and gasoline. The flickering lights of the movie screen cast shadows across the rows of cars parked haphazardly, each filled with eager teenagers seeking a brief escape from the monotony of their everyday lives.

But for you, the Curtis sister, it spelled trouble. Perched on the hood of your twin brother Sodapop's car, you exchanged barbs with a group of Socs who had taken offense to your sharp retorts and fiery demeanor. Sodapop himself was inside the concession stand, chatting with a few friends, while your youngest brother Ponyboy was engrossed in a book, oblivious to the brewing confrontation outside. You’d never catch Darry at one of these movie nights anymore.

"You think you're real funny, huh?" one of the Socs sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he loomed over you, his companions snickering behind him.

You merely smirked, unfazed by the hostility radiating from the group. "Funny enough to make you clowns laugh, that's for sure."

Your words were met with a chorus of jeers and taunts, fueling the fire of your defiance as you squared your shoulders and met their gazes head-on. But just as the tension reached its boiling point, a looming figure emerged from the concession stand, cutting through the crowd with a swagger that commanded attention. For Dally always had his eyes on you. Especially after your parents passed.

Dallas Winston, the epitome of reckless abandon and untamed rebellion, emerged from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey. His presence alone commanded attention, the faint glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he sauntered towards the confrontation with an air of nonchalance.

As he drew closer, his leather jacket seemed to gleam in the dim light of the drive-in, the scent of cigarette smoke trailing behind him like a phantom. His gaze swept over the scene before him, taking in every detail with a predatory intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those unlucky enough to meet his stare. Dallas freaking Winston.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Dally drawled, his voice low and dripping with utter irritation as he finally spoke, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation before him.

The Socs, caught off guard by his sudden appearance, turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting from hostility to uncertainty as they recognized the infamous greaser in their midst. But despite their feigned courage, there was an underlying sense of unease in their demeanor, a silent acknowledgment of the danger that lurked beneath Dally's cool exterior.

"This ain't none of your business, Winston," one of them muttered, his voice tinged with defiance but faltering in the face of Dally's imposing presence.

Dally merely smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stepped between them and you, effectively cutting off any further confrontation with his sheer presence alone. His posture radiated confidence, a silent warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge him.

"I think it is now," he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine as you watched from your perch on the hood of the car. “You made it my problem.”

There was a tense silence as the standoff continued, the air heavy with anticipation as both sides weighed their options. But before things could escalate further, Dally's gaze flickered towards the Socs with a silent warning, a promise of consequences should they choose to push their luck any further.

With a final, angry glance in their direction, the Socs begrudgingly backed down, their bravado no match for the steely resolve of the infamous greaser. And as they slunk away into the shadows, defeated but not defeated, you couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude mixed with a sense of awe at the enigmatic figure who had just saved you from a brawl you couldn't have won.

After Dallas stepped between you and the Socs, a cocky grin spread across his lips, revealing that usual glint of mischief in his eyes. "Your welcome, sweetheart," he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he turned his attention to you.

You bristled at his audacity, your temper flaring like a matchstick ignited. With a roll of your eyes, you shot back, "Don't flatter yourself, tough guy. I could've handled those idiots just fine on my own."

Dallas chuckled, unfazed by your sharp retort. "Sure, looked like it," he remarked, his grin widening as he leaned against the hood of Sodapop's car, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. "You know, not everyone needs a knight in shining armor to come to their rescue."

Dally raised an eyebrow, his expression turning contemplative as he studied you. "Maybe not, but it sure beats getting your pretty face smashed in by a bunch of Soc’s."

Your cheeks flushed with indignation at his comment, but you couldn't deny the underlying truth in his words. With a huff of frustration, you conceded defeat, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, maybe I owe you one," you muttered under your breath, your pride refusing to let you admit defeat outright.

Dally's grin widened at your admission, a glimmer of triumph shining in his eyes. "You owe me more than just one, sweetheart," he replied, his tone teasing as he pushed himself off the car. and sauntered away, leaving you seething with a mixture of irritation and reluctant admiration.

While you watched him disappear into the darkness, you couldn't help but wonder what it was about Dallas Winston that both infuriated and intrigued you in equal measure. And as the night stretched on, you found yourself unable to shake the feeling that your paths were destined to cross time and time again, whether you liked it or not.

2. A Brush with the Law:

In the midst of your rebellious streak, you found yourself in a predicament that even your usually suave tongue couldn't talk your way out of. It was one of those nights where mischief seemed like the only way to break free from the suffocating grip of the mundane.

The evening began innocently enough, with you and a few friends roaming the streets in search of excitement. The city lights flickered like distant stars, casting shadows that danced along the pavement, teasing you with the promise of adventure. But as the night wore on, the allure of mischief grew stronger, pulling you deeper into its grasp with each passing moment.

It started with harmless pranks and playful banter, the kind of mischief that left a trail of laughter in its wake. But as the hours stretched on and the adrenaline surged through your veins, the line between harmless fun and reckless abandon began to blur. The world became a playground, and you were determined to make the most of it, consequences be damned.

By now, the cops knew you on a first-name basis from all the petty trouble you had caused. They had become all too familiar with your antics, chasing after you like a dog chasing its tail, only to watch helplessly as you slipped through their fingers time and time again. They had warned you countless times, given you more chances than you deserved, but tonight felt different.

Tonight, there was a weariness in their eyes, a sense of resignation that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. They were tired. Tired of dealing with your antics, tired of letting you off with a warning only to see you back at it again the next day. It was as if they had reached the end of their patience, the final straw in a long line of frustrations that stretched back further than you cared to remember.

But even in the face of their stern warnings and thinly veiled threats, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. The thrill of rebellion was a drug, intoxicating and irresistible, and you were hooked. It was a dangerous game you played, dancing on the edge of disaster with reckless abandon, but in that moment, it was the only thing that made you feel truly alive. You needed it.

As they cornered you in the dimly lit alley, their voices stern and faces etched with grim determination, the threat of spending the night in jail loomed over you like a dark cloud. Panic gripped your chest in a vise-like grip, squeezing the air from your lungs as you frantically scanned the surroundings for a way out. But the walls of the alley closed in around you, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless, like a mouse caught in a cat's claws.

Your mind raced with thoughts of the consequences awaiting you if you were to be taken into custody. You couldn't shake the image of your oldest brother Darry's disappointed face, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern as he realized the extent of your latest misadventure. You knew he would be furious, not just at the trouble you had gotten yourself into, but at the worry and stress it would inevitably cause him and your other brothers. The fear of facing Darry's wrath was almost suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest as you grappled with the realization of just how badly you had messed up. In your reckless pursuit of excitement and rebellion, you had failed to consider the consequences of your actions, the fallout that would inevitably follow in their wake.

Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a familiar figure emerged from the entrance of the alley, his presence a welcome relief in the darkness. Dallas Winston stepped forward with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his piercing gaze locking with the officers' with an unwavering intensity.

"Easy there, fellas," Dally drawled, his voice carrying a hint of amusement that bordered on insolence. "No need to get your badges in a twist."

His words sliced through the tension in the alleyway like a well-honed blade, disrupting the somber atmosphere with an unexpected twist. The officers, taken aback by Dallas's nonchalant demeanor, exchanged wary glances, unsure of how to respond to his brazen defiance.

But Dally, ever the master of manipulation, wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to sway the officers to your side. With a casual shrug of his shoulders and a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips, he stepped forward, closing the distance between you and the law enforcement with a confidence that bordered on audacity.

"Look, we all know she's a handful," Dally continued, his voice smooth and persuasive, laced with an undertone of genuine concern. "But taking her in ain't gonna solve anything. Trust me, I've tried. You know what they’ve been through."

As he spoke, a flicker of empathy flashed in his eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the turmoil that had plagued your life since your parents' untimely demise. He knew all too well the pain of loss, the ache of abandonment that lingered long after the funeral flowers had withered away. And though he rarely showed it, there was a part of him that understood the reckless desperation that drove you to seek solace in acts of rebellion.

The officers, their resolve waning in the face of Dallas's persuasive charm, exchanged hesitant glances, silently wrestling with their conscience. They knew the Curtis family's tragic history, knew the burden of responsibility that weighed heavily on your shoulders in the wake of your parents' death. And as they looked into your eyes, they saw not a delinquent, but a lost soul searching for a way to fill the void left behind by loss and grief.

With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire world, the lead officer relented. His shoulders slumped in defeat; the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into his weary face as he stepped aside to allow you to pass. "Fine," he grumbled, the resignation evident in his voice, "but this is the last time."

His words hung heavy in the air, a somber reminder of the precarious balance between leniency and accountability that governed their duties as law enforcement officers. They had given you more chances than you deserved, turned a blind eye to your transgressions time and time again, but they knew that their patience was wearing thin. There was only so much they could overlook before the hammer of justice came crashing down with unrelenting force.

Dally, ever the opportunist, seized upon the moment of vulnerability with a triumphant smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He nodded in acknowledgment, a silent acknowledgment of their unspoken agreement as he draped an arm around your shoulders with an air of possessiveness. "Appreciate it, fellas," he remarked, his voice oozing with satisfaction as he guided you away from the alley, away from the looming threat of incarceration.

And as you walked side by side into the night, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had come to your rescue once again. You glanced up at him, the flickering streetlights casting shadows across his features, and offered him a tentative smile of thanks. It was a small gesture, a token of appreciation for his unwavering loyalty and unyielding support in the face of adversity.

As you looked at him, his cocky grin softened by a flicker of genuine concern, you couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that drew you in like a moth to a flame. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, now held a warmth that caught you off guard, melting away the layers of cockiness to reveal a glimmer of vulnerability beneath.

But before you could dwell on it further, Dally's voice broke through your reverie, his words laced with a hint of amusement that conveyed the seriousness lurking just beneath the surface.

"You're quite the troublemaker, sweetheart," he remarked, his tone playful yet tinged with a note of concern.

You rolled your eyes in response, a smirk of your own tugging at the corners of your lips. "And you're quite the smooth talker, Winston," you replied, unable to hide the admiration in your voice despite your best efforts.

As the words left your lips, Dally's expression shifted, his smirk fading into a more serious expression. There was a weightiness to his gaze, a silent question lingering in the air as he studied you intently, his eyes searching for the truth behind your casual facade.

"Hey, are you actually alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, stripped of its usual playfulness. His concern was palpable, genuine, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he typically presented to the world. "This isn't like you, getting caught by the fuzz like that."

His unexpected tenderness caught you off guard, the sincerity in his question piercing through the layers bullshit you typically wore like armour. You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the depth of his concern, before offering him a small nod of reassurance.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, though the words felt hollow even to your own ears. You forced a casual tone, hoping to brush off the weight of his inquiry, the nagging doubts that gnawed at the edges of your mind. "Just got a little carried away, that's all."

But even as you spoke, you knew it wasn't just a momentary lapse in judgment. There was a restlessness inside you, a longing for something more than the mundane routine of everyday life, that drove you to seek out trouble wherever you could find it. And in that moment, as you stood before Dally with his piercing gaze fixed upon you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you.

Dally continued to study you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and understanding. He didn't press further, sensing that there was more to your story than you were willing to reveal. Instead, he offered you a small, understanding smile, a silent reassurance that he would be there for you whenever you were ready to open up.

"I get it," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

His words caught you off guard, a flicker of warmth spreading through your chest at the sincerity behind them. And as you met his gaze, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had dared to care when no one else did.

With a subtle squeeze of his arm around your shoulders, Dally offered you a reassuring smile, a silent promise that he would always be there to watch your back, no matter what trouble you managed to find yourself in. And as you walked side by side into the night, the echoes of his words mingling with the sounds of the city, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the tough greaser who had dared to care when no one else did.

3. Escaping a Sticky Situation:

As the Friday night lights illuminated the football field, casting a glow of excitement over the small town, the air crackled with anticipation. It was meant to be a harmless prank, a bit of mischief to inject some excitement into the dull routine of small-town life. But what had started as a simple joke quickly spiraled out of control, and you, the Curtis sister, found yourself in a precarious situation.

The prank had been innocent enough at first—a bit of good-natured rivalry between the Greasers and the Socs. However, things took a dangerous turn when the Soc boys, their egos bruised and their tempers flaring, decided to retaliate with more than just words. They targeted you, singling you out from the crowd, their menacing glares and clenched fists leaving no doubt about their intentions.

Your heart raced with adrenaline, panic clawing at your chest as you frantically searched for a way out of the tightening circle of Soc boys. But as the situation grew more dire, Dallas Winston yet again emerged like a savior in the darkness, his presence a welcome relief amidst the chaos and looming threat of violence. By this point you were convinced it was your brothers who had him watching you for how else could he, quite literally, always be there to say you from these situations?

As the chaos unfolded near the stands, Dallas Winston's arrival seemed almost surreal. At first, his laughter echoed across the small courtyard area, a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air. But as he surveyed the scene, his amusement quickly morphed into a glare of righteous anger.

"Buncha tough guys picking on a little lady, huh?" Dally's voice cut through the chaos like a knife, his tone dripping with disdain as he confronted the Soc boys. His words carried a weight of accusation, a challenge to their masculinity and decency.

As Dally's words hung in the air, the Soc boys hesitated, their usual boastfulness faltering under his scathing gaze. But one of them, bolder—or perhaps more foolish—than the rest, reached out and laid a hand on your arm, his grip tight and menacing.

Instantly, Dally saw red.

With a feral growl, he lunged forward, his fists flying in a blur of motion as he unleashed a barrage of punches on the Soc who dared to lay hands on you. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, the sound echoing across the field like a drumbeat of fury.

The other Soc boys, realizing their mistake too late, attempted to intervene, but Dally was a force to be reckoned with. With a ferocity born of righteous anger, he fought like a man possessed, his only thought to protect you from harm.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only seconds, Dally's onslaught came to an end. The Soc who had dared to touch you lay crumpled on the ground, bloodied, and bruised, but alive.

Dally stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline, his eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and triumph. The other Soc's had long since fled, likely for help. But he didn’t give a damn. His attention was now on you. And as he turned to you, his expression softened with a mixture of relief and concern, seeing you standing there relatively unharmed. It was when he saw the tears in your eyes that he knew he had to do something.

Dally's gaze softened further as he approached you with caution, the fire in his eyes dimming to reveal a rare glimpse of vulnerability. He reached out tentatively, his rough hand coming to rest on your shoulder in a gesture of comfort. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the violence that had just unfolded moments before.

"Hey, it's alright, sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to the turmoil raging inside you. "You're okay. It’ll be alright." He attempted to console you as best as he could, however it wasn’t his strong suit.

But the tears continued to flow unabated, a testament to the fear and adrenaline still coursing through your veins. You tried to hold them back, to maintain the facade of strength and resilience that had always been your shield against the world. But in that moment, with Dally standing before you, all of your defenses crumbled.

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you buried your face in your hands, the weight of the night crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You could feel the tremors wracking your body, the sobs tearing from your throat in ragged gasps.

Dally watched you carefully, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. Without a bit of hesitation, he wrapped you in a warm embrace, pulling you close to his chest as if to shield you from the world's cruelties. His arms felt surprisingly comforting, a safe haven amidst the chaos that had engulfed you.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's okay to let it out," he whispered gently, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your storm. "You're safe now, darlin'. I've got you."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, calming the storm of emotions raging inside you. For the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to lean into his embrace, to find solace in the warmth of his presence. As the tears continued to fall, Dally held you close, his grip firm yet gentle. He didn't try to offer empty reassurances or false promises. Instead, he simply held you, a silent pillar of strength in the darkness.

The Unexpected Thank You:

As the weight of the night's events settled upon your shoulders like a heavy cloak, you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you. The adrenaline that had fueled you earlier now gave way to a profound sense of exhaustion, both physical and emotional. And in the quiet solitude of the street, with only Dally's presence beside you, you felt the walls you had carefully built around your heart begin to crumble.

"Thank you, Dallas," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a rawness you hadn't expected. "For everything."

Your words hung in the air, vulnerable and exposed, a stark contrast to the tough exterior you usually wore like armor. In that moment, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, as if a weight had been lifted from your chest. For so long, you had been carrying the burden of your troubles alone, too afraid to let anyone else see the cracks in your facade. But with Dally standing beside you, offering a silent anchor in the storm, you found yourself finally able to let go.

When you looked into his eyes, you saw something flicker beneath the tough exterior, something vulnerable and achingly human. It was a mirror of your own inner turmoil, a silent acknowledgment of the pain and loneliness that lurked within you both. And in that shared moment of vulnerability, you realized that perhaps, just perhaps, you were more alike than you had ever dared to imagine.

As Dally enveloped you in his embrace for the second time that night, his arms offering solace and refuge, a tender silence settled between you, broken only by the soft sound of your quiet sobs. In that moment, words seemed inadequate to express the depth of the emotions coursing through you both. But as you held each other close, your hearts spoke volumes, weaving a silent symphony of understanding and compassion.

"You don't have to be strong all the time, you know," Dally murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear. "It's okay to let yourself feel, to let yourself grieve."

His words resonated deep within you, stirring a bittersweet ache in your chest. For so long, you had tried to bury your pain beneath layers of confidence and defiance, afraid to confront the gaping hole that your mother and fathers absence had left behind. But in Dally's embrace, you found the courage to face your demons, to confront the rawness of your grief without fear of judgment or rejection.

With trembling hands, you clung to him, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. And as you spoke of your mother, of the memories that still lingered like ghosts in the corners of your mind, you felt a sense of liberation wash over you, as if by giving voice to your pain, you could finally set yourself free.

"I miss her, Dally. I miss them," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. "Every day, it feels like a piece of me is missing. Like I'm lost without her. She was my best friend and now she’s just gone.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, a poignant reminder of the fragility of life and the relentless passage of time. And as you gazed into Dally's eyes, you saw your own pain reflected back at you, a shared understanding that transcended words.

"You're not alone, sweetheart," Dally replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I may not have all the answers, but I'll be damned if I let you face this alone."

In that moment, you felt a surge of gratitude and affection for the tough greaser who had stood by your side through thick and thin. In his arms, you found a sense of belonging you had never known, a sanctuary from the storm of emotions that raged within you.

In the hushed intimacy of your embrace, the turmoil within you quieted, replaced by a sense of tranquility you had never known. But amidst the stillness, a storm raged within you, a tempest of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume you.

With each steady heartbeat, you felt the tendrils of affection wrapping around your heart, weaving a tapestry of emotions you struggled to comprehend. The way his touch ignited a warmth deep within you, the way his voice soothed the turmoil of your soul — these were sensations you had never experienced before, and yet they felt undeniably right.

As you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, you couldn't shake the realization that your feelings for Dally surpassed mere gratitude or admiration. It was something more, something you couldn't quite put into words but felt with every fiber of your being.

In the quiet of the night, you allowed yourself to explore these newfound emotions, to sift through the tangled mess of your thoughts and feelings. And in doing so, you came to a startling revelation — you liked him, more than you had ever dared to admit.

But the thought of confessing your feelings to Dally filled you with a heady mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if your friendship was forever altered by your admission? Yet, as you glanced up at him, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, you saw a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored your own. Perhaps, you thought, he felt the same way — a silent understanding that transcended words.

Summoning your courage, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to do. With a trembling hand, you reached up to cup his cheek, your touch feather-light against his stubbled skin.

"Dally," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

As your eyes met, you sensed an unspoken understanding passing between you. Without needing further words, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. It was a tender gesture, filled with reassurance and affection, a silent promise of his unwavering support and care.

But before you could utter another word, Dally's hand gently tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours with a intensity that made your heart race.

"I need to tell you something too," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the soft night breeze.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited, anticipation coursing through every fiber of your being.

"Doll," he continued, his voice husky with emotion, "I've been wanting to say this for a while now, but I ain't never found the right words. I reckon there’s no fancy way to put it, so I'll just say it straight."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself before meeting your gaze once more.

"I love you," he confessed, his words hanging in the air like a sacred vow.

Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, emotions swirling within you like a tempest. For so long, you had harbored these feelings, afraid to voice them, afraid of what they might mean for your friendship, for your future. But now, as those three simple words hung in the air between you, you felt as if a weight had been lifted from your chest, replaced by a warmth that radiated from the very core of your being.

You searched his eyes, seeking confirmation of the truth you dared to believe. And there, amidst the depths of his gaze, you found it — sincerity, vulnerability, and a love that mirrored your own. It was a revelation that left you breathless, a realization that this connection you shared transcended the boundaries of friendship, binding you together in a bond that felt unbreakable.

"I love you too, Dally," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, as if afraid that speaking the words aloud would make them disappear into the night.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the world fading into insignificance as you both basked in the sheer weight of those words. They held within them the promise of a future unknown, yet somehow certain in its inevitability. And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you, as if you had finally found your place in the world.

With his arms around you, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, no matter what storms threatened to tear you apart, you had each other. Together, you could weather any adversity, conquer any obstacle that stood in your path. For in each other's arms, you found strength, comfort, and a love that knew no bounds.

"Hey," he whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear as he held you close. "You don't have to say anything more. I'm here, and I ain't goin' nowhere."

For the first time in a while you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a profound gratitude for the man who stood by your side through thick and thin. With a heartfelt sigh, you nestled against him, finding solace in his presence as you stood together beneath the starlit sky. In his embrace, you found sanctuary, a refuge from the uncertainties of the world outside. And as you looked up at the twinkling stars above, you knew that your love would light the way through even the darkest of nights, guiding you towards a future filled with endless possibilities.

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