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chewingcyanide · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐣. 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

₊⊹ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — secretly pining over someone is never fun—even less so when they’re your childhood best friend, and dating someone else.

₊⊹ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 —all the angst, jealousy, thoughts of inferiority, cursing, big sadness from reader over here, not proofread i got better things to do

₊⊹ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — jack hughes x fem!reader

₊⊹ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — my valentine’s day jhughes special (albeit a day late ☹️), as promised! sorry it took me so long. couldn’t figure out how to end it. this is unapologetically self-indulgent. also not a wip, but i HAD to do it to em. i’m sorry if your name is brooke or bianca. i love you. promise. maybe we’ll make a part two, if yall like it enough!

₊⊹ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — @dancerbailey3, @bellstwd, @kashee-h, @crazycat-ladys-blog, @brucewaynegfreal, @love4dlr, @jackhughesily, @leavethemonsteralive, @loveforaugust, @43hughes, @nathandoe, @choppedlamphandscowboy, @bunting58, @angelayse, @ru-kru, @sleepretreat, @nonsensical-nonsence, @maih23 (if your name is white, i couldn’t tag you!)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Everyone knows the saying you never know what you have until you lose it. Truth was, you knew exactly what you had—you’d just never imagined you’d lose it.

You never imagined you’d lose him.

A shared childhood and mothers’ who found friendship with each other had brought you and Jack Hughes together, kept you glued even as skin stretched and futures diverged—where he’d gone on to be a star hockey player, you’d quietly came into adulthood, trekking through the difficulties of college.

In your younger years, Jack had always been there. Life of the party, a mirrorball everyone gravitated to for its decadent shine—you, contrastingly, felt like a sore thumb at parties, attending them only to see the smile on Jack’s face. Differing personalities and life routes aside, Jack was your person. The first person you called whenever you were sad, or happy, or bored. The one who knew all of your test scores first, who took hours long flights just to visit you during breaks in the season.

Distance nor time had left a lasting mark on your friendship, kept together by constant phone calls and texts. Whilst you remained imbedded in the hustle of Toronto, Jack was trapped in New Jersey—a gap that you closed every summer, when mutual desire to see one another (as well as his brothers) brought you and him to Michigan for a few months.

From childhood, to high school, to now—it had always been you two. Jokes passed in the years, swirling around with assumptions of the two of you ending up together, finally realizing it after years of proclaimed friendship. For Jack, it’d never been romantic. Loving and caring, a relationship he’d never trade for the world, but the intimacy ended there. Memories of him outwardly flirting with girls in front of you at bars or parties flashed in your mind any time you figured maybe; he’d never given any indicator that you were or would ever be more to him than his best friend.

For you? It was an embarrassingly different story.

College had stolen much of your time—left none for a love life. But truthfully, that didn’t much phase you.

Hookups, flings, boyfriends—all of them paled in comparison to Jack. A childhood crush perpetuated by maturation without loss of contact, Jack had just… always been there. Always a best friend, never a lover; the hanging axe of rejection was too dire a outcome for you to ever consider telling him. Killing a friendship you’d grown with would kill you. And maybe he felt the same way, maybe the kisses he reserved for the crown of your head and the guiding hand he kept on the small of your back meant something, but you couldn’t continue existing if they didn’t.

So, a dutiful friend, you kept quiet, spared the connection and suffered in unrequited love.

And it hadn’t really changed until Jack had gotten a girlfriend. In all your years of knowing him, he’d had a few—though they rarely lasted more than a handful of months, and a selfish and bitter part of you liked that. Sometimes they overstepped, viewed themselves above you in the ranking of Jack’s life; he made painfully clear they never would be.

And it felt good, to be that cherished. But then you remembered he didn’t actually love you and it felt a whole lot less impactful.

Not Brooke.

Brooke, a box-dye blonde with a less-than-stellar reaction to your friendship with her boyfriend, was unarguably beautiful—unapproachably so, someone you’d picture whenever thinking of the girl Jack would end up with. You knew it would never be you, but you hated that it was her, hated that it was finally cemented, the coffin wheeled out.

A friendship you’d cherished for years had been weathered down by the abrasive actions of his girlfriend. It left a bitter taste in your mouth; Jack never seemed privy to Brooke’s nonverbal dislike of you, and you never made comment of it. If Jack was happy, what did it matter? If you said anything, all you’d appear to be was a child throwing a tantrum, the attention torn from them. You refused to jeopardize Jack’s happiness, even if it meant shredding your own.

Brooke tolerated you; that was the best word you could think of. There was surely no excess of love, but you didn’t think she flat out despised you, either. Passive aggressive to the point of just being aggressive, snide looks whenever she didn’t think you could see, intentionally separating you from Jack whenever the two of you were talking—it all made you hate being around her, and by extension, him.

So when he’d invited you to dinner with him—and some of his teammates, a monthly ritual at his house—the knee jerk reaction had been to decline, lie, run while you were still free from the piercing glare of Brooke; because you knew she’d be there, clung to his side, as if you had any intention of taking him away.

… Well, you’d did have the intention. Never the will, so then again maybe she was right to hate you. Feelings you’d never act on, words you’d never say—none of it mattered. She had him. Not you. Never you.

You should’ve said no.

Pouting eyes and pleading lips caved you. As soon as you’d agreed, you’d regretted it—knew in your bones it would only serve to wedge the knife in your heart deeper, solidify the loss of a what you thought would be a lifelong partnership. Your platonic soulmate, twin flame pinched out by hateful fingers.

Getting ready for the dinner felt like preparing for a cage fight, where all night you’d have do endure blow after blow—them kissing, them touching, him loving her in a way you wished he’d love you.

Night blanketed the sky by the time you’d arrived to Jack’s home, shadows slipping by the window, shapes of people telling you that you were likely late—the stone in your stomach had slowed you monumentally. The torture was self-inflicted, you knew. There would be no pity when your heart finally gave out.

She did this to herself, they’d say. Hearts can only endure so much before they break.

Voices coalesced into one as you pushed open the door, welcomed by the familiar atmosphere of friendship and loud laughter. You’d completely forgotten to text Jack that you’d gotten here—and for some reason, as you crossed the threshold into the gaping space of his living room, you felt like an outsider. Sudden eyes landed on you like bullets, and all you saw was Jack—his side taken dutifully by Brooke, always beautiful, striking in a way you didn’t think you’d ever been.

Looking at her, it made sense why she was the one Jack chose. Why you hadn’t been. A best friend. Childhood acquaintance. Faded t-shirt he’d strung along for too many years, even as the design weathered away and the fabric weakened. He’d gotten a shiny new one, the novelty still in tact, yet he hadn’t let you go.

Some part of you, deep in the caves of your wounded heart, wished Brooke would ban him from your presence. Maybe then your hurt would lessen. You knew you’d never be able to let go on your own.

Jack’s eyes caught you, stood awkwardly in the mouth of the hallway. He attempted to stand, only for Brooke to tug him down by his t-shirt—the shirt you’d bought him for his birthday last year, impressed with two hearts holding hands. She said something to him, something low and hissed between clenched teeth. Before you could see his reaction, Nico was invading your space, arms winding around you.

“There she is!” he announced, the ground leaving your feet as he lifted you playfully. “We were waiting on you to eat. Sure do like to take your time.”

Residual bitterness faded at Nico’s words—Jack may have been your best friend, but years of being attached to him introduced you to his teammates; they were always kind, if a little overbearing. A big brother that toed the line of overprotective and well-wishing.

Grateful for the attention distractor, you allowed your shoulders to relax and lungs to decompress. The first cut at seeing Jack, still happily in love with Brooke, was already dealt; you just needed to get through the dinner, and not look like a hostage while doing so.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed, shoving Nico’s shoulder as he brought you towards where the others were gathered in the living room. “Make fun of me for driving like a grandma all you want, at least I’m safe.”

Not looking at Jack took more self control than you’d care to admit. Blurring in your peripheral, a mess of colors stacked atop one another, you knew if you glanced—saw the claim Brooke was staking for all to see—it would only make you want to leave. So you didn’t.

Luke was next to greet you, offering a pity-imbued smile. Despite never mentioning your affections for his older brother, you knew he knew; saw it in the way he would look at you, the frowns offered. In times when Brooke inadvertently talked you down, it was Luke who told her off, put balm on the wound.

A side hug and a soft smile—you barely were able to muster one yourself. “How have classes been?”

You graced Luke with an exasperated groan. “Terrible, thanks for reminding me. Economics is kicking my ass.”

Luke sat. You remained standing. A loose thread peeking from your sweatshirt seemed far more intriguing than eyes you were trying desperately not to meet.

“Tough luck,” remarked Luke, conversations reviving after the novelty of your arrival wore off. You recognized a couple of faces around you—Dawson, Jesper, Alexander, and John. Faces you’d become acquainted with in your years of being Jack’s friend.

The title felt a bitter reminder of your ceiling, never surpassing Jack’s best friend. Loved and cherished, a desired presence, just not how you wanted. Who were you to complain? It was better to be his friend than nothing at all; to have a little piece of him, proof that at one point, you’d mattered enough to get it.

You just weren’t sure if you did anymore.

Where once Jack’s name was a regular occurrence, flashing on your phone screen—texts, calls, FaceTimes, they all faded once Brooke came into his life. Movie nights on his couch, reruns of old films that you could quote down to the last line, stopped. You knew Jack cared enough to extend invites, but at this point, you figured it was more out of pity and shame than actual want of your company.

Beggars really couldn’t be choosers.

Eventually, everyone made their way into the dining room. Chairs lined a large wooden table, one chosen and haphazardly assembled by you and Jack when he’d first bought this house. Scratches imbedded in the finish sent flashes of dropped hammers and clumsy feet into your mind, memories that felt too far to touch.

Mind far afield, you sat down—somewhere between Luke and Nico, far enough from Jack to be inconspicuous but close enough to feel the sharp burn of his eyes. It was petty, you knew, to have still not greeted him. Not that Brooke would’ve likely even let you. A sadistic part of you wanted him to feel even a modicum of the agony that rattled you whenever you were forced to watch him and Brooke, wanted to wonder and question why you were so cold.

Then again, maybe he didn’t care.

Body detached from your mind, the last thing you expected was to be spoken to—least of all by Brooke. But there her grating voice was, verging on overuse, but you knew that was just how she talked. Chafing and annoying and awful—

“Still no boyfriend?” A venomous smile curled her lips; friendly to the untrained eye. You knew better.

Your fingers twitched. The food in front of you spoiled, appetite evaporated. Of course she asked that—both a jab and a reassurance; if you had a boyfriend, her relationship with Jack would be safe. Not that it wasn’t, regardless.

You wished you could scream at her, leap across the table and force her to hear your words: you’d never have Jack. Want him, yes. Spend years pining over a boy who looked to you like the sister he never had, absolutely. But actually have him, feel his love in every touch and kiss? No. That wasn’t on the cards for you; you’d folded long ago.

“Nope,” you drawled. The pressure of Jack’s stare caved you—you caught his eyes, eyebrows creased, the wrinkle of his forehead that made itself prominent whenever he was annoyed.

What did he possibly have to be annoyed about?

Catching Luke’s gaze only irked you further, alit the urge to push out of your chair and flee Jack’s home. Pity swelled in his eyes, the beginnings of a frown quirking down his lips. You didn’t want pity; didn’t want to feel like the entire world was in on some inside joke you’d never understand. Everyone saw it, your love for Jack. Saw the lovestruck comedy that was your life—girl loves boy, boy isn’t even aware of it, hilarity ensues.

Everyone but Jack. And honestly, that was for the best.

You didn’t think you’d be able to handle the frown when he found out. Jack Hughes, always kind, never malignant, searching for a way to politely turn down his best friend without taking an axe to the connection. Really, there would be no bloodless way to let it die—so you lived in moments between, where nothing felt impactful or important or real.

When Jack was without Brooke, you could almost imagine he was your Jack—the one who turned down every girl so that he’d be free to go to prom with you, the one who got banned from a restaurant for life for pouring a drink over your cheating ex-boyfriend’s head. The Jack who always protected you, always cared, even when all of his friends couldn’t understand it.

That Jack who currently hand his arm around the back of Brooke’s chair, shoulders touching—a casual thing, something you’d done with countless strangers, yet it felt impactful enough to make bile swim in your throat.

“Probably for the best,” Luke interjected after the conversation—if it even was that—between you and Brooke came to an awkward stalemate. “Guys are dicks.”

A tension somehow always existed whenever you were in a room with Brooke. One you never wanted, never fed into. Like a shadow, the morning mist, it hung thick as smog. Choking you, nearly forcing you from the room.

“You’re a guy,” you laughed weakly, offering Luke a pointed look.

“No one at college, then?” Nico piped up. You felt bad for not looking at him, but he was too close to Jack and Brooke—you didn’t want to see them.

Cozy, warm in a way you thought only you’d ever be with Jack. Familiar, united. Their relationship didn’t seem as superficial as his past ones had, woven together under the pretense of good sex and no real connection. Watching Jack love his new, perfect girlfriend made you physically ill; and maybe that was dramatic, maybe it made you a backwards person with failing morals—you couldn’t care anymore.

Years of hiding your love, months of watching his own be poured into a girl that wanted you out of his life—it wore you down to your bones, dangerously close to burning to ash.

“Most of them are… strange, to say the least,” you responded with a wince. And that was true; your major seemed to just attract men whose one quality was making women uncomfortable. “Plus, having a boyfriend would just distract me. Finals are coming up and I’m already worried about how I’m going to do on them.”

Luke scoffed. “Hookups exist.”

A wince followed Luke’s words. Eyes fell to where Jessica was rubbing her hand—Jack apologized, albeit half-heartedly. Confusion overcame you; had he squeezed her hand too tightly?

In the past, you’d had boyfriends. Not that they lasted very long. Somehow, there was always something wrong with them—something only Jack could see; he’d endlessly nitpick, nag, explain why your newest boyfriend wasn’t good enough for you.

They were too old, too uptight, not nice enough. Always something. And without fail, Jack was right—scarcely did they make it past the first date before some measly excuse fell from their lips. But maybe it wasn’t them; maybe it was you. So, with an aching heart refusing to connect with any other but Jack’s, you gave up. Delved headfirst into college work and stayed below the waves, even as they began to drown you.

All you offered in response to Luke was a shrug.

Conversation picked up then, thankfully fell away from you. Limelight sufficiently dimmed, you allowed yourself to watch Jack; a habit you’d never quite shaken, even in the embarrassing moments when he caught your peering gaze.

You weren’t sure exactly when you’d fallen in love with Jack—just that you had, and now you couldn’t touch the bottom of him. Water filled your lungs, suffocated you, but if drowning meant being near him, you’d happily do it. Dying in his platonic embrace seemed better than dying all alone.

Ruffled brown hair, the sort of charm that every boy-next-door seemed to possess, and clear blue eyes that shone every emotion like a transparent window to his soul—all of it made Jack Jack, the boy you loved, would admire even in moments he didn’t think he deserved reverence.

You’d seen it all: the self-deprecation after his failure of a rookie year, dwindling confidence, tears imbued with hurt and disappointment, frustration of someone who knew they were better. It was you who’d been by his side, proved an anchor to a person you couldn’t live without.

Yet he’d still chosen Brooke.

For most people, that would be the last step off the cliff, boneless body breaking against the canyon. Not you—so full of hope and dreams, undeterred by every sign the universe gave you. You weren’t his only, but at least you were one.

Jack’s lips parted into a smile, one you could tell was real—his kissed Brooke’s temple, pinched her on the side. An intimate moment in a crowded room. You felt almost as if you were trespassing, a stranger watching two people in love. Part of you didn’t even associate that boy as Jack, because you couldn’t understand how he could love someone so averse to you, so… mean. But then again, it wasn’t about you.

It was about him. Accommodations had been made for years—leaving parties early because you were uncomfortable, blowing off his guy friends to comfort you after a bad date, scrapping his wants and his plans because of something to do with you.

He was probably sick of it. Sick of you, dictating what he could and couldn’t do. Who he could and couldn’t date. Because who cared if Brooke hated you; Jack loved her, despite it all. And that was what made dread swirl into a storm in your heart, ribs nearly cracking under the rate it was thundering at.

Abruptly, you stood. Felt the chair nearly topple. Eyes came to you—Jack’s friends. Yours, yes, but Jack’s foremost. You were just intruding, butting into a life that no longer fit you. Time had passed, the wishful minds of children grown into adulthood. He didn’t owe you anything anymore, especially when all you were was a storm cloud over his parade.

Just as soon as you had, Jack stood, concern clear in his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Your tongue felt like lead. “Nothing—nothing, sorry. I’m—I need to use the restroom.”

You didn’t wait much longer before leaving the room.

Air felt scarce, lungs punctured and deflating quicker than you could patch the holes. Clumsily, you pushed open the door to the bathroom, steadied your shaking hands on the edge of the sink. Looking at yourself, reflection marred by the onset of tears, all you could do was compare—compare to Brooke, to every girl Jack had ever wanted, ever liked, ever loved.

Was it their features, doughy lips that worshipped him in a way you didn’t? Was it their bodies, womanly and free in a way you didn’t like to be? Or was it deeper, were their souls crafted from the same light, in a way you’d always thought your own had been with Jack’s?

Idiot, fool, dreamer—you were all of it. Like a lap dog, bird in its teeth, you always returned, remained dutifully at Jack’s side for the moment he might open the screen door and finally let you in.

Brooke had every right to hate you. Perceptive in a way Jack wasn’t, she saw what everyone else did—the lovesick eyes, foolish faith chaining you to him, an unrealized desire that would never be acted on. Had you been in Brooke’s place, you would’ve hated yourself as well.

Water poured from the faucet, gathered in your cupped palms. Attempting to desecrate any evidence of tears, you gently splashed the water in your face—went to dry it when you heard the sound of the front door creaking open.

“Oh, thank God you’re here, Bee.”

Cold crept up your spine. Eavesdropping was wrong—you knew that, yet still found yourself leaning against the bathroom door to catch Brooke’s words.

“What’s going on?” came the response, likely the voice of Bianca, Brooke’s best friend. You’d met her once at a game (met was a loose word; she’d given you a snide look and taken to ignoring you the entire time).

Brooke’s voice lowered to the point where you were forced to strain to hear her speak. “You know Jack’s little pet?”

A lapse. Your heart seized, taken by some concoction of shame and surprise.

“No.”

“Yes!” responded Brooke. “She’s fucking everywhere. I asked Jack not to invite her tonight, and lo and behold—”

“Wait, I thought you talked to Jack?”

“I did.” Vexation laced every letter. “I told him it made me uncomfortable how close they were, how she was always around, blah blah. He got defensive, but he said he’d talk to her.”

“Clearly not,” Bianca muttered. “Look, I wouldn’t worry about it. They’re childhood friends, yeah? He probably feels like he has to stay her friend, or something. I mean, Jack’s a good guy, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone; if he dropped her, he’d look like a douche. I’m sure she’ll get the hint eventually.”

Footsteps began, voices fading along with them. “I fucking hope. It’s honestly pathetic.”

Blood roared in your ears, drowned out the sound of your beating heart—if it was even beating anymore. Something bitter and hot invaded your airways, lashed like whips against your flesh. It was no secret Brooke disliked you, disliked the closeness of you and Jack, but to hear it, the vicious way it fell from her lips—it made your gut twist and constrict, pushing bile towards your throat.

Pathetic. They thought you were pathetic, hopelessly waiting, like a dead plant praying for flowers that would never come. Lovelorn, seeking affection that only came by way of friendship and never more; they were right, and it became evident with a strike of lightning to your body.

Is that truly how Jack felt? Was he waiting for you to give up, so to spare you the hurt of being let down? Had you become baggage? Chained to him, the memory of childhood the only thing keeping you relevant, when times were less impactful and his life didn’t center around being a professional athlete. The stain of youth, remaining only for its joyful memory; that’s all you were now—a memory.

Just like your love, it seemed everyone saw Jack’s hints but you. Rose-colored lenses blurred everything but what you wished to see; of course you missed them, ignored them so your narrative remained intact.

God, you were an idiot. A fucking idiot.

Head pounding, the squeeze of an oncoming migraine rattling your brain, you opened the bathroom door. Felt like a trapped bird all the way back to the table—you just had to get through dinner, only an hour or two, so as to not raise any suspicion, and then you could fade from Jack’s life.

Not that he’d notice. He hadn’t even spoken to you tonight, though no fault of his own; Brooke kept her claws deep, and it was clear he didn’t want to risk an argument. Not that you could blame him—she was his girlfriend. Her. Not you. He didn’t owe you anything.

Conversations filled your ears, ostracized you—every time you had opened your mouth before, it had felt wrong, the scratch on a vinyl everyone skipped over. You saw him first—noticeably tense, chair a bit further away from Brooke that it had been earlier. Tensed forehead, hands balled on the table; you longed to ask what was wrong, as you were used to doing. But you imagined talking to him, and it somehow felt wrong, a peasant addressing a king.

Then, your eyes fell to your seat.

No longer empty, occupied now by Bianca, who was talking casually with Brooke, as if her actions hadn’t changed your entire perception of the situation. There were no more seats. No more room. The metaphor wasn’t lost on you, hit with the same sting of antiseptic on a wound—there wasn’t any more room for you at the table, just as there was no room for you in Jack’s life.

Maybe this was always meant to happen. Childhood didn’t remain forever, and it seemed, neither was your friendship. You’d always wondered why Jack had chosen you, someone so dissimilar to himself and his friends. Eventually, you made peace with it. His friendship was a balm to everything negative. Now… here you were again, more ostracized than ever.

What were you supposed to do? The long haul wasn’t meant to have an end.

Everyone was looking at you now. Stage fright, you lost your speech, thousands of eyes from a crowd looking at you, spotlight centered on your face, and you couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t—

Blue eyes found you, stood stonily at the entrance of the dining room. Jack’s eyebrows knitted, confused as to why you were still stood. When he saw Bianca, his lip curled. Frustration sparked, bemusement painted over. Once more that protective streak flared, something you were so used to—it had once felt the greatest trophy, proof that the Jack Hughes cared enough to stand up for you. It felt a sore consolation now, a reminder that, as always, you’d be the meek girl from his childhood he was forced to drag along, defend, shield from his new life that he fit into perfectly, that you spilled out from.

“Get up.”

Then, the attention went to him.

Brooke glanced at her boyfriend, annoyance flashing on her face. Their conversation paused. “What?”

Jack nodded towards Bianca. “She took her seat,” he explained in a clipped voice. “Get up.”

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Jack, it’s not a big—”

“It is,” he interrupted. Tension sparked in the air like a misfired firework. “She needs to sit and Bianca took her place, so—”

“It’s fine!” The words spilled out before you could second guess them. They came out raw and pained and everything you didn’t want to appear as; pity pooled from everyone, that sort of second-hand pity you saw on strangers faces when you’d lose your footing and fall.

It was too much. Pins dug into your skin, all of a sudden too tight. You needed to leave. Now, before your bones crumbled and heart gave out and finally everything burst.

“I—um, I should probably get going, anyway,” you said, nodding as if trying to be convincing. “With finals comin’ up I should get in as much studying as I can.”

Determination was something you’d always admired about Jack; it only irked you now. He stood, shrugged off Brooke’s outstretched hand and came to stand before you, and God—it was a disservice to not admire him, even as annoyance creased his eyes and drew inwards his lips. Beauty, in such a raw form, it startled you. Growing up, he’d always been the center of everyones attention. The hockey prodigy, the first overall draft pick, the franchise player for the Devils.

You? You’d been nothing special. Yet he’d still chosen you. And here he was, apparently doing it again—but why? Why when he had a beautiful girlfriend and a perfect life and fun friends did he always come back, when clearly you were no more than a burden?

You tried not to seem spiteful. You did. But it was so hard to hide your wounds and ignore their pain. He may not have seen them, but they were unfortunately still there. And it seemed they always would be.

“You can’t,” he said, searched your gaze—he’d always been able to see straight through you, with such simplicity it frightened you. You tried to shuttered your expression, hide your pain. It wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have. “Dinner’s just started—”

“Really, J, it’s fine.” Heat bored into your face where you knew Brooke was staring, daring you to express any deeper connection with Jack past the sheltered friendliness you were currently forcing.

You weren’t going to budge. Jack saw that, and so he sighed and glanced out the window. “I’ll drive you home.”

Oh, God. Nothing was ever easy. Pushing and pushing and pushing until you weren’t sure you even wanted to get up anymore, to even try. Every time you did, right back down you went, encapsulated by everything Jack.

Freedom felt a forgotten thing. You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t love Jack, when he wasn’t at the forefront of your mind, main star of the play.

And honestly, you were tired. Tired of wishing for something that would never happen. Tired of being viewed as the shackle around Jack’s wrist. Just tired.

“No need,” you muttered noncommittally, saw the way Jack’s face twisted with concern and confusion and everything you didn’t want to see. “It’s your dinner, J. With my grandma driving, I’ll get home safe.”

The attempt at a joke didn’t land. Smile didn’t even begin to twitch his lips. “It’s dark outside,” he stated, an obvious fact that held no weight for anyone but you and him. “I always drive you when it’s dark.”

That was true enough; your inability to see properly at night meant Jack became your chauffeur, not that he ever complained—even still, it was another thing he did for you, time sacrificed to accommodate you. Prepared to leave his own dinner, his own girlfriend, just to make sure you didn’t have to do something you were uncomfortable with. Conceptually, it was sweet, a sort of gesture that would’ve normally made your heart soar. Now? It made you feel like a burden, an incapable little girl still hiding in the shadow of her protector, afraid of the sting of daylight.

No more.

“I’m going to be fine,” you reassured. Jack didn’t appear convinced—he never was satisfied when it came to you, to your safety, unless he was directly involved. “Stay and have fun.”

“What if—”

“Let her go, babe.”

Brooke’s voice proved the nail in the coffin; a part of you heard the undertone of excitement shot through her words, the possibility of your leave alleviating any annoyance your presence had brought. Without you, Jack’s attention would be fully on her. Without you, he wouldn’t have to concern himself on whether you were having fun and if you were okay.

You. You. You.

You’d considered yourself Jack’s anchor, the grounding of his mind—unfortunately, you’d forgotten an anchor also keeps a thing in place, forcing inactivity.

Let her go.

It rang like a death knell, struck sharp as a poisoned dart, invisible but so unmistakably fatal.

Gathering what remained of your dignity, you grabbed your purse off of your—Bianca’s—chair, caught the commiseration shining in Luke’s eyes like a tarnished trophy. It only stung, reminded you that you needed pity.

Before you could flee the room like a scolded dog, Jack caught your wrist. Heat bloomed, a fever rushing to your head—his simple touch made you sick with want and need and something deeper that would never be realized or fostered. Something you had to let die.

“Text me when you’re home,” he said softly. Fingers gently squeezed your wrist. Where once you’d feel comforted, you just felt trapped. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, all you did was nod.

Honestly, you’d expected some dark cloud to cover you when finally you decided to move on. A procession of funeral goers flocking like crows, unable to understand why you’d abandoned a years-long friendship over something insignificant. Over words spewed from hateful lips.

But it wasn’t what you’d overheard. Deeper, a more sharp knowledge that even if Jack loved you, held you closer than anyone in his circle of friends, he’d never want you in the way you desired. And for a while, that was okay. Because he existed separate of everything—and then came Brooke, and it all crumbled.

You could handle him not loving you. You couldn’t, however, handle him loving someone else so openly.

Street lights blurred behind tears, a mess of streaky lights like a watercolor canvas. Flashes of nights when Jack would drive you home, insisting on taking the wheel so that you didn’t have to toe out of your comfort zone, they haunted you like a inescapable film reel on repeat in your mind. Memories fogged by lost youth, angry words from Jack’s lips as he’d stand up for you—never a party person, denounced for draining the fun. Jack never let those insults slip lip before he was barking at whoever said it.

A responsibility. A burden. The lines had become blurred in recent years.

The latter seemed more fitting.

Through a barrier of tears, you were able to send Jack a text as your car rolled to a stop in the parking lot.

at my dorm

j :)

ok good. u ok? u seemed off @ dinner

Fingers hovered over your screen. Make movements to draft a text. Nothing seemed sufficient.

You let the text stale. Sit stagnant on your phone. Jack would likely worry, eventually call—you just wanted to fall into a void and never return. Not after the mess you’d made of dinner.

The mess you’d made of your life.

Making a ghost of yourself was far more difficult than you’d thought it would be.

Incessantly, Jack had texted you, called you—you didn’t answer any of them. Silence felt a balm to your shame. Selfish, you knew, to just ghost Jack without offering any explanation, but nothing would be sufficient, not without souring the connection you were hoping would die without pain.

Cowardice, craven, pathetic—you knew you were all of it. To you, you were giving Jack a chance to pull back, to fizzle the friendship of his own accord. Maybe then it would’ve stung less, if the desire of its end was reciprocated, mutual. As it were, it was not.

Even with your withdrawal, Jack still tried. Shot texts, called and punctuated them with voicemails, sent you TikToks and Snaps and everything he would normally do if everything was fine; but it wasn’t. And you knew he knew, could sense the urgency in his attempts at communication.

You felt dirty, filthy with shame and guilt.

Despite your best efforts, you didn’t appear as unaffected as you hoped. While your insides were shredding themselves, you tried valiantly to paint over your visage with the normal happy-go-lucky smile you always wore. Most people, if they noticed, didn’t comment on it.

Unfortunately, Kaylen did notice.

Since your freshman year of college, Kaylen had been your roommate—low maintenance, intelligent to the point of making you stupid without even trying. As such, she was far more perceptive than you gave her credit for.

There’d been times you confided in her about your feeling for Jack, sought out advice that never seemed good enough. Because no one but yourself could fix the valley that had split between Jack and you. You could seek outward help all you wanted, but nothing would change unless you did something—and, really, you weren’t sure that was even a good idea anymore.

Two days of moping resulted in Kaylen’s intervention.

“Get up.”

Sunlight bled through your shut eyes, forced a wince. Hands rolled you onto your back, the somewhat stiff mattress of your bed providing a measly cushion. Sleep intruded on, your hands extended, attempted to push away the figure you knew what trying to rile you.

“Go away,” you grunted, throat thickened by sleep and other terrible emotions.

“No,” Kaylen hissed. When finally you opened your eyes, her squinted expression invaded your vision. “Look, I’ve let you be miserable for two days, but it’s getting ridiculous. What the hell happened with you and loverboy?”

A jolt nearly paused your heart mid-beat. Thinking about Jack stung in a way you didn’t like to admit, mainly due to the fact that it was painfully embarrassing that he had such a control over you.

“Don’t call him that,” you muttered, bit your tongue to stop anything else from spilling out.

Kaylen’s eyebrows quirked. “So it is about him?”

Nails scraped your lungs. “No—yes—fuck,” you moaned, sitting up and balancing your forehead on bent knees. “It’s… all fucked up, K. I don’t know what to do.”

A sigh left her lips. You felt the bed dip as she climbed beside you. “I can help if you tell me.”

And so you did, started at the beginning of dinner to the end, as you left like a dog defeating in a cage match, heart crying blood. Comforting circles were rubbed into your thigh, but all they did was remind you how Jack used to trace shapes onto your leg, or arm, or back—how he touched you, just to know you were there, with him. He said it placated him.

It was shameful, how bile teased your throat even imagining it.

Rationally, you knew everything was your doing. Loving Jack, torturing yourself by being in his presence whilst he focused his attention on his girlfriend. Expecting any semblance of affection or intimacy even as another held his heart, branded her name over your own. It was always going to happen—knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less.

When finally you finished, the conclusion of your mournful, self-pitying tale followed by the sting of unwanted tears, Kaylen’s thoughtful silence waned. Her lips pursed, fingers twitching. You expected her to berate you; what had you expected, stupid girl? He has a girlfriend!

Instead, Kaylen hugged you. “Shit, babe, I’m sorry,” she murmured, pulled back with that pitiful smile you’d seen one too many times—one you’d be fine with if you never saw again. “He cares about you—”

“Not how I care about him, though,” you finished, and Kaylen gave a weak nod.

“I mean, if you told him what Brooke and her little bitch of a friend said, I’m sure he’d leave her. He’s done more for less.” That much was true. Regardless of whose lips it came from, Jack didn’t tolerate disrespect towards you—cut long time friends off for assuming they had any authority to speak poorly of you.

And you knew—knew with the same certainty that you knew your own name—that Jack would break up with Brooke if he knew how she’d spoken of you.

That should’ve made you giddy. Bursted bright light in your chest at the prospect of having Jack to yourself once more. Instead, it made you feel heavy, sand packed into your bones. Who were you to invade his happiness? If he’d chosen Brooke, so be it.

Sure, she’d disparaged you, but Jack’s life wasn’t yours to dictate anymore. If he wanted Brooke, he’d have her, until he decided to leave—not because you decided for him.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Eyelids heavy, the residue of late-night tears remaining on the skin, you felt the fight leave you. Kaylen frowned. “I just want it all to be over.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Seriously? You’re giving up on an eight year friendship because of something some dickface said about you? I thought Jack meant more to you than that.”

Kaylen’s words stung. Made you defensive, because she was right—you were giving up and you did care about Jack, but the pain had become too much. “It’s not—it’s harder to explain than that. He’s outgrown me, K. Everyone can see it but him. I’m an obligation, a burden, and yeah, maybe he loves me as a friend and maybe he wants me around, but his friends never have—his fucking girlfriend doesn’t. And at this point, I just want it to end, I want him to be happy without the conditions of making me happy.”

Silence followed. Contemplation showed clear on Kaylen’s face. You could tell, even without her words, that she didn’t agree—but, she didn’t comment on that. Rather, she placed a hand on your leg and squeezed.

Just like Jack always did.

“It’s your life, babe,” she conceded. “And if you want to do this, I’m not going to stop you—but you have to be content with it.” She gestured to you, the nest of blankets and red-rimmed eyes. “Because this? This isn’t happiness over a good choice. You’re miserable without him, and it’s been barely two days. Think about what you’re doing before it’s irreversible.”

With that, Kaylen got up and went to her own bed, and neither of you made comment of it for the rest of the day.

Her words came again and again like a fractured turntable. Of course you were miserable—Jack had been a constant in your life for eight years, consistently preserving your peace, including you when you’d never felt more like an outsider. Happiness was synonymous with Jack, his smile, his presence, him.

Did you regret your decision? Yes, and no. You regretted the way you’d gone about it. The petty silence, ignoring a person who’d made your younger years bearable. Your friendship deserved a better death than that, a reason rather than just… fading from existence, as if it never mattered in the first place.

That wasn’t the message you wanted conveyed, and so with fingers unsteadied by aftershocks, you texted Jack.

You weren’t sure how you’d explain, if you could tiptoe around the actual reason. Maybe you couldn’t, and maybe that was okay.

i’m so sorry for everything. i’ll explain in person. can we meet up?

Your response came half a second later. As if he were waiting. That selfish part of you prayed he had been.

j :)

ofc. my place tn?

yeah. that’s good. brooke won’t be upset?

Asking after her made you want to puke, but you knew it was necessary—she didn’t like Jack even breathing near you, having an entire sit down conversation with him was certainly out of the question.

Thrice, the little text bubble appeared and disappeared on your phone screen. You could sense the apprehension without any background knowledge.

j :)

not a problem. we broke up.

It was shameful, the backwards type of pleasure that brought you.

Maybe you were a terrible person. A terrible friend. You tried to reason that it wasn’t wrong to love someone, to wish they were yours.

shit j. i’m sorry

j :)

i’m not. i’ll see u tn. 7:30 work? have dinner w the guys.

yeah, that’s fine. see you soon, j.

j :)

be safe. i’ll text you when i’m home.

The hard part wasn’t even over, and your heart was already breaking in two.

Sweat beaded at your palms, the cold claws of apprehension raking down your spine. Countless times you’d been stood here, facing the lifeless beige of Jack’s apartment door. This time, however, you stood here knowing it was the last time. A silent farewell to familiarity, the ties finally cut. Jack would fight, you would cry, and maybe he’d be able to change your mind—it seemed such an unlikely outcome that it calcified every inhale in your throat.

Shaking hands rapped the wooden door, where behind would come the execution of a friendship you’d held like a crutch for years upon years. Your childhood had died, and maybe it would’ve been better had it been left there as well, so as to spare you this heart-rending pain.

Even still, you wouldn’t have traded those years for the world—everything they taught you, through pain and happiness. It made you who you were, brought you to his doorstep with melancholy eyes and a failing heart.

Footsteps echoed on the other side of the door, urgent in a way that picked up your heart rate. The next moments you imagined with brutal clarity—Jack’s hopeful gaze, blue in a way no one else’s ever had been, the soft slope of his nose you teased him for, scrunched whenever he was particularly concerned. How he’d usher you in, hear your words, plead for a moment to explain, and then admit his love for you.

That was how you dreamt it. Unsurprisingly, it was not how it went.

Instead of the door opening to reveal the man you’d love for a lifetime, the squealing hinges were followed by a face that nearly knocked you backwards. Previous indifference smeared into flat-out disdain as Brooke’s eyes caught your figure, engulfed in one of Jack’s faded hoodies and likely disheveled in a way she’d never experienced herself.

Arrows punctured your lungs, sole your breath and defaulted your barely beating heart. Brooke was here. At Jack’s apartment. After they’d supposedly broken up. Had he lied? Was he tricking you, making you the fool? He never would, you knew that, but your wounded mind spun falsities to perpetuate your pain, as if punishment for trusting him in the first place.

“What do you want?” Brooke grunted, leant against the doorframe. Lips twitched into a smirk, the smile of the victorious.

You’d never considered yourself a violent person, but the urge to punch her in the teeth itched your fists. “Is Jack here?”

Her face fell. Something dark flashed in her face—she hesitated a moment, tossed a look over her shoulder. “Yes.”

The curt response was better than nothing, you supposed. “Right, well, can you tell—”

Brooke ran a hand through her hair. Adjusted the clasp of her necklace. “We were kind of in the middle of something. Come back later?”

The axe struck down.

Gravel filled your throat. Suffocated you. If Brooke knew the affect of her words, for once it didn’t show on her face. Years of life had taught you many things, drug you through agonies you wouldn’t relive for anything, yet somehow, this was the worst pain.

To be betrayed, trust snapped by a single action, it stung. Wormed venom in your veins and contaminated your bloodstream, poisoning your heart. Realistically, Jack hadn’t actually done anything wrong. He was allowed to hook up with other girls, to love them—he had, for years.

That wasn’t the issue.

No, it was the fact that he’d set a time, invited you over, and somehow forgot? Or had he set it all up, just to rub it in your face, get his lick-back for your prolonged silence towards him? Either way, it hurt, hurt like a bitch.

Made stone, all you did for a moment was blink at Brooke before a voice called from the background, “Who is it?”

Jack.

Fright found you then, broke away your shell of stone. You couldn’t let him see you, the dog wishing once more to come in from the cold. If he’d planned it, and saw you, he knew he’d won. If he hadn’t planned it, then he realized that—irrecoverably—he fucked up. Both choices felt like a criminal trial you didn’t want any part of.

“I—um—have a good night,” you rushed out, feet stumbling over themselves as you practically ran away from Jack’s door.

So much for closure.

So much for being broken up.

Maybe this was your sign. The one you needed to finally pull away.

Because Jack Hughes didn’t love you. Not past platonic soulmates—a relationship stained with past memories, ones that made both of you incapable of letting go, even as you outgrew it.

You were done being second best. Done trying to squeeze into a place you didn’t fit anymore.

If Brooke was Jack’s choice, so be it. You didn’t want any part of it anymore.

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( OO1 ) ★ unwarranted assumptions , sukuna ryomen

featuring. sukuna ryomen x reader

warnings. cursing, college! au, sukuna and yuuji are twin brothers here lol, sukuna might be a lil ooc here (he's in love, he just doesn't know it pls spare him omg). // wc: 3.5k

ENTRY ( OO1 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" "you want to kill everyone who gets near them." "oh, shit."

tag: @rrairey milov, ily for participating in this mwah mwah, @sad-darksoul, @sweeneyblue1 , @idkuluka, @colorful-happy-shit

sukuna and yuuji were quite the opposite. the only thing they share is their looks, and their love for basketball. that's about it. on one hand, we have itadori yuuji—the younger twin— who has a passion for basketball, is the campus' sunshine, and is always friendly to practically everyone.

on the other hand, we have sukuna ryomen—the older twin, just by twelve minutes— who also has a passion for basketball, is "considered" as one of the campus' scariest person, and is never friendly to everyone.

the two however, stuck to each other like glue. walking around campus with one another, like two peas in a pod, they did everything together. it's no longer an odd sight to see them both together — it is pretty weird if one is here, and the other is there.

despite their contrasts in personalities, the two were popular. being star athletes, constantly winning trophies for the campus, and climbing up in fame. hell, even people from different campus would drop by just to meet the two at times, it's funny.

"hey, great job on the match, yuuji."

then there was you. a friend of yuuji — the two of you met during the first semester, and have been good friends since then. however, you never really talked to sukuna. the only thing you both have exchanged were short greetings, and eye-contacts.

you had a cinch that the older twin doesn't particularly like you; but that was just your assumption. you didn't know the truth. this sole assumption was the only thing that made you cease contact with the male. in all honesty, you find him rather . . . well, intimidating. the aura he sets off was just, unsettling. so you just assumed that sukuna doesn't like you.

sukuna finds you rather, amusing. how you would only congratulate his younger brother, and not him as well despite him being next to his brother. how you would throw your gaze away the moment your eyes met his. how you would bow your head down a bit whenever you both exchanged greetings. he didn't understand why you were so intent on doing all that stuff, and so he assumed that you weren't fond of him.

the male wanted to question it, but really — it would be weird for him, and for you. so he never actually done it.

see? assumptions are such fucking party-poopers. i mean, if only the two of you had come to both of your senses and just talked instead of assuming things about one another, where you think sukuna hates you, and sukuna thinks you hated him.

"why do they do that?" sukuna finds himself asking his brother, yuuji. elbow nudging yuuji's arm lightly.

"i need names." yuuji replied back before averting his gaze to the side, watching his twin brother staring at something— or someone intently. yuuji looks over to what sukuna was so focused on, smirking lightly when he saw you in his own vision, "are y'talking about y/n?"

sukuna lightly grunted, leaning back onto the chair rest. his eyes finally ripping away from you, who was currently throwing laughs and giggles amongst your friend group.

"yeah, them. why'd they do that?" sukuna parrots.

"do what, exactly?" yuuji retorts back, leaning his cheek onto the palm of his hand, sighing out in triumph; trying to figure out where this conversation will go.

"avoid me, but not you." yuuji pops a small smile, lightly elbowing his brother's side, "what?"

"do y'like them?"

like? sukuna didn't like you. he just finds your attitude towards him amusing, and . . . maybe you confuse him a bit at the difference on how you treat yuuji and him. but sukuna would never say that to his brother, he'd never hear the end of it, he just knows it.

"like? psh, you've gotta be kidding me. i was just fucking curious about their behavior, you brat." he pushed yuuji away lightly before burying his face into his arms, heaving out a loud sigh.

yuuji chuckles, "brat? you're only twelve minutes older than i am," he sings out in a teasing manner.

sukuna swore he just finds you amusing. at first.

so why does it pisses him off that you ran to his brother's side after a match and handed him a bottle of energy drink, and not him. murmuring out strings of curses, he felt like an absolute buffoon, standing beside yuuji — drenched in sweat, using the hem of his jersey to wipe the dribbling sweat.

while yuuji had all the glory. getting a small cute, teddy bear motive handkerchief from you, an energy drink, and a congratu-fucking-lations.

"yeah — that buzzer beater was totally amazing, yuuji. congrats on winning again! not that i've ever doubt you or the rest," you complimented, and hearing 'the rest' coming out of your mouth, for some reason; pisses sukuna off even more.

the older twin swerved his shoes on the court's floor, letting his soles let out a screech as it rubbed against the shiny surface of the floor. earning both yours and yuuji's attention.

"y'alright?" yuuji asks, popping open the bottle cap of the energy drink from you. and the sight made sukuna ball his fists in annoyance — god, he didn't even know why he was feeling like such.

"yeah. 'm gonna head to change," sukuna mutters out, hesitantly turning away to leave.

and the moment he turns his body away, sukuna could hear the vivid voices of both you and yuuji exchanging goodbyes. and before he knew it, yuuji was walking alongside him, "are you really okay? you look like you need to let out a fuse."

sukuna answered with a soft hum, his eyes narrowing as he continued on walking to the locker room. still angry, frustrated, and annoyed all at once.

"y/n told me to tell you congrats, by the way."

sukuna peered over the locker's door and arched a brow, "why couldn't they tell me that themselves, hm?" yuuji chuckles, finding his brother's behavior funny; because when else was yuuji going to see sukuna act like this?

like a love struck puppy, who doesn't know they're in love.

"who knows?" yuuji shrugs, grabbing the hem of his jersey and ripping it off his body — breathing out loudly, using the handkerchief you gave him to dab the sweat on his face.

sukuna eyed his brother, squinting his eyes lightly before doing the same action, minus the handkerchief. while he was doing so, a thought passed his mind.

"how do i know if i'm in love with someone?" yuuji instantly knew who the person sukuna was talking about, but prompted to say nothing about it and just play along.

yuuji pretended to give the question a deep thought before eventually answering, "you want to kill everyone who gets near them."

sukuna stared at his brother for a short while, muttering out a subtle, "oh, shit."

the reaction was enough for yuuji to made his own conclusion, "you like y/n don't you? which explains why you're in such a shitty mood, since they only paid attention to me—"

"okay, shut the fuck up." sukuna blurted out, "so what if i fucking do, huh? it's not like they'd like me back anyways."

sukuna shuts the locker, the loud bang resounding in the almost empty locker room. yuuji broke out into a loud laugh, "there y'go, making assumptions here and there, it's not like you both have ever talked in a normal conversation before anyways. how do you know they don't like you?"

good point.

"what are you going to do without me?" yuuji sighs out exasperatedly, the younger twin approached his brother, sliding the partly (sweat) damp handkerchief into sukuna's grasp, "return this to them for me, and who knows — maybe you'll be able to make a more positive assumption or two after."

sukuna wondered why he was standing in front of you, his hand shoved out, in between his index finger and middle finger was the same handkerchief yuuji had told him to give back to you.

"the brat wants me to give this back to you." he grunted out, his voice deep and unfriendly.

you stood in front of him, blinking rapidly; not knowing of what to say, should you start off with a greeting? or just tell him thank you? or maybe congratulate him for the match?

and so you decided to do all three, in a random order.

"thank you for your win, congratulations, hi." oh, god. the moment he stared at you in plain confusion — or maybe despise, you just wanted to crawl under the ground and die right there and then.

". . . thanks." he slowly murmurs back, waiting for you to grab your small fabric from his fingers, but you never did, "are you gonna take this or what?"

sukuna wanted to punch himself on the face after you flinched at the tone of his voice, your fingers frantically ripping away the fabric from his touch, mumbling out apologies. he didn't mean for his voice to come out that harsh.

the male wasted no more time in turning his heels to walk away, noticing your tense form; instead of a more positive assumption, his assumption worsened from you hating him, to you hating and being scared of him.

". . . bye." he mutters out, walking away with long strides to go find yuuji.

and when he did, sukuna just wanted to use his younger brother as a punching bag. hell, he didn't know why he was so angry at yuuji, and himself. heavy on himself, though.

"woah, what's up with you?" yuuji pushes his brother away lightly, "how did it go? did you guys like . . . at least exchanged phone numbers or not?"

sukuna shook his head, "think they're scared of me." he mutters out, throwing his head back, stressed out.

"is that your assumption again?" sukuna didn't answer him, which confirmed the question. the younger one heaves out a loud sigh that attracted an odd look—more like a glare—from sukuna.

"i wan' to sock your face in so bad," he mutters out condescendingly, eyes boring into yuuji's face; which in a way intimidated the younger twin, of course.

with a nervous smile, yuuji raises both of his hands up in defense, "chill, 'm gonna give you their phone number, maybe y'should ask them out or something."

see, the thing is that sukuna hated texting— in a way, it's like leaving footprints everywhere. he hated all that stuff. call him old fashioned, but you know he has a pretty good point. so he refused blatantly, "no, jus' leave it to me, i'll think of something."

the gods are on his side.

"i guess, we're partners?" you asked him meekly, slipping into yuuji's empty seat since the younger one was away with his assigned partner on the other side of the lecture hall.

sukuna hums, not knowing what else to say. his eyes followed your figure as you dropped a binder on top of the table, though— one thing particularly caught his eyes. the strip of photo that was tucked beneath the binder's transparent cover, he recognized you, your two other friends, and yuuji.

why the hell was his brother there? the male had one of his eyes closed, and a toothy grin; showing off his pearly whites while his fingers are formed into a peace sign. his cheek leaning onto the side of your head.

indubitably silenced, you averted your gaze to his face slightly. seeing that his attention was on your binder, you awkwardly shifted the book away— and sukuna came into his senses, now looking onto the surface of the table.

"uh . . . should we get started then?" you proposed, and he gave out a subtle nod.

the passing half an hour was just plain awkward. awkward is an understatement, you wanted to just walk out on him— but that would be rude. plus, he's actually doing his share of work, and you did yours. only conversing when you both needed opinions on each other's results.

"so," sukuna started, breaking the silence that seemed like had been going on for like . . . forever.

"you like my brother?"

you slowly tilted your head to look at him, blinking your eyes feverishly, "what—? god, no. what? where did that even come from?" sukuna felt the knot in his stomach unknot, a little relieved to hear your answer.

"just askin', since you're both so close." he shrugs, not even sparing you a glance.

"you're assuming." you found yourself chuckling, "jus' because we're close, doesn't mean i like yuuji— i think of him more of a . . . brother figure," you informed sukuna.

"oh." he resounds, "since we're twins, y'think of me as a brother too or is that exclusive for my twin?" sukuna questions, his tone laced with mischief.

rolling your eyes, you answered him in the same joking manner, "exclusive for your twin, not like we ever talked before, y'know?" oh. right, that did shut sukuna up, his silence killing the conversation almost immediately.

his silence domineered over you. it was like he was planning to do something to you right this very moment, until your lecturer calls out that the session was finished (and how the project should be submitted next week during his session).

saved by the lecturer.

"uh . . . well, should we continue this next time then?" you asked him, packing your stationary.

"yeah, sure."

" . . . if you don't mind, can i have your number? for project purposes," jackpot. sukuna took the chance and nodded, using his pen to swiftly write his digits on your binder, "thanks, i'll text you later. bye, sukuna."

once you left his sight, yuuji pops in. grinning efficiently, "i saw that, this must be fate, i can just feel it."

"you believe in that shit? we're just gonna talk about the project." sukuna retorts back, packing his own belongings before swinging his bag strap over his shoulder.

"oh come on, you're smiling. at least your body's honest," yuuji teases, earning an up right smack to the back of his head, "if they ask where you should do the project — say our house."

absolutely not. sukuna thought.

yet here you were, sitting on the floor of his room, scribbling away on a piece of paper as he sat across from you — glancing up from his own paper from time to time, taking a swift look at your focused face before returning to his own.

sukuna couldn't focus at all. he wanted to, really. but he was alone with you in his room, this was a chance for him; to get to know you. he had so much to say, but he didn't know where to start.

yuuji, earlier in the day had even gone out to give him a list of questions to ask you so you both could have a better relationship. sukuna didn't think it was needed, since well, it is sukuna. why would he need a list for?

on the other side, you too, were dying to say something. but the permanent scowl on sukuna's face made you falter even before you could take a whiff of him.

a knock to sukuna's door was all it took for the both of you to stop scribbling, finally taking a good look of each other. and the door swung open, revealing yuuji with a white shirt and a yellow jacket on, he was holding a plate of what seemed to be chocolate chip cookies, "so— how's your project holding up?"

sukuna shrugs, "i guess, it's fine."

yuuji slid the plate on top of the wooden table, grinning lightly, "you guys getting along just fine?" he questions, squatting down.

you nodded, "we're okay."

okay? okay??? well, in a way you and sukuna are both fine. but sukuna didn't feel fine, "guess so."

the dopey smile you had on the moment yuuji entered his room made sukuna think that you didn't feel comfortable enough to be in the same room as he is, alone. and honestly, just the thought of it made his stomach churn in agony — because, why must it be his own brother that he's jealous of?

"well, i gotta go. dig in the cookies, g'luck on the project you guys," yuuji smacked sukuna's back harshly before trotting away to leave the room, mutely shutting the door.

you grabbed a piece of cookie, taking a crunchy bite out of it. marveling in delight.

"are you scared of me?"

sukuna needed to stop with the sudden questions that made your heart leap at least three miles away. widening your eyes a bit, you arched both of your brows, "wha . . . t?"

you stopped chewing altogether, eyeing the male across from you like he's crazy. i mean — if you were to be honest, you were partially intimidated by him and the aura he's giving out.

"i asked if you're scared of me," sukuna repeats, laying his pen down onto the table as he intertwined his fingers together, waiting for an answer.

you nodded, "truthfully, you're intimidating."

oh.

sukuna expected that answer, but why did it actually made his heart throb? as in — the person he likes is actually scared of him, and it broke a little part of him. however, he still has a scowl on his face and his expression unchanged.

"you have this big scowl every time i go around yuuji, and it intimidates me. so i just assumed that you hated me," sukuna blinked, brows furrowing slowly; the creases in between his brows deepening by the passing second.

"what? i assumed that you hated me." he replied, emphasizing on the 'me'. and this time you furrowed your brows, swallowing the bite of cookie you took before and wiping the crumbs off the corner of your lips in confusion.

"what? no, i don't. what? why would you even assume that?" you questioned him, now dropping your own pen onto the table, completely disregarding the project.

"why would i not? y'keep avoiding me like i'm a bad person, so i just assumed that you hated me." sukuna replies.

"i thought you hated me, because you look like you want to kill me every single time, so i just never talked to you, it was pretty scary." you retorted back, shaking your head, the cookie was now a decoration in between your fingers.

sukuna can't help but to chuckle, "so it was jus' our shitty assumptions?"

you hummed, "i guess so."

to say the least, sukuna felt like he was breathing again. yuuji was definitely right about all these assumption things �� and he kept in mind that he'd praise the younger twin later (maybe). the sight of you eating a cookie in front of him made him feel a little overwhelmed, now that he got all the hard part done. he felt like he could talk with you now.

"then . . . can i get to know ya'?"

you narrowed your eyes at him, "really? no strings attached?" he raised both of his hands up in defense, shaking his head lightly, "why do you look like you want to kill me every single time then? are you plotting my murder? is this a trick?"

your questions made him pop out a light smirk, "so what if i am, huh?" he teased.

rolling your eyes, you shoved a hand out to him, "since we didn't start off in the right path, why don't we start over? i feel like this is the only appropriate way."

sukuna raised his hand up to engulf yours in his, feeling a light tingle in his chest as you squeezed his hand lightly, "i'm y/n l/n, just call me y/n. cool?"

the male scoffs, "cool. sukuna ryomen, it's only fair if you get to call me by my first name too, so . . . call me ryomen."

"ryo for short. that's your name now," sukuna arched a brow with an amused smile, nodding his head. internally doing a victory dance in his mind as he just got a nickname from you — and yuuji is just 'yuuji'.

a win for him today.

"you're a little smiley today, did something happen between y/n and you earlier?" yuuji asks, pressing the pause button on his controller to face his brother who was laying down on the couch, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

"i'm ryo now."

"ryo as in ryomen? i mean — that's your name, so? what are you implying?" sukuna stared at yuuji with a lighthearted smile. yuuji is somehow smart to catch up with these kind of things that it sometimes baffles sukuna, "oh, i get it. so, now you both are on first name basis?"

not even first name basis. this is a nickname that they gave me. sukuna sings in his mind, breathing out in content.

"it's a nickname. they gave it to me," yuuji cooed loudly, tossing his controller aside, "y'know . . . i was assuming they didn't like me, and they assumed it was the other way. they assumed i hated them because apparently i looked like i wanted to kill them?"

yuuji pointed his finger accusingly, "see? i was right!"

sukuna rolled his eyes, "that's the first time y'have ever been right, don't get ahead of yourself."

"so — when are you planning to confess to them, hm?"

a light kick to yuuji's side was enough to send him toppling over the couch, whining out in pain, "we just became friends, and y'think i should confess? that can wait," sukuna mumbles out.

sukuna was just delighted that his assumptions were unwarranted.

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Kang Dae Ho x Reader

- Content: Fluff, jealousy, Angst/comfort, smut, oral (both), fingering, p in v, a bit of femdom, a bit of Dae Ho dom if you squint, swallowing cum, hickey, breathplay if you squint, squirt

- Note: it’s a bit canon divergent at some point bcuz there’s no fight in the bathrooms and rebellion against the guards. Also, I know 333 was the one to play Jegi in squid game but let’s pretend he played something else okay. Last, there are some links in this fic so whenever there are words underlined, click on it it’s a link. (There are porn link at some point)

Having joined the games to pay off your dept of 4 million dollars, you were more than ready to leave after the first game with your share of the money. 24k was more than enough for you and you valued your life more than to stay in an environment like that.

You met a kind (and handsome) man during the first game called Kang Dae-Ho. You hid behind him, doing what the man shouted throughout the first game. He had squeezed one of your hands as he felt them slightly shake as they clung to his jacket and you sighed in relief when you finally passed the finish line behind the doll.

From then on, Dae-Ho and you were attached to the hip. He shares his food with you, his bed is right beneath yours and he said he wants to see you when you both get out of the game. Even though you’ve known each other for a bit more than 24 hours, he just felt drawn to you in every way possible. You’re beautiful, smart, funny, how couldn’t he like you when you’re everything he could wish for? Yeah, maybe it’s dumb to have a crush in a deadly game where one of you could be killed anytime, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You were already in a group of 5 for the second game, when a girl approached you guys asking for help because she was pregnant. You didn’t hesitate to give her your spot, under the sad eyes of Dae-Ho.

You gave a small smile to your team and you all cheered yourselves up by saying you’ll see each other again soon, and you walked away. Dae-Ho couldn’t help himself but to feel a bit angry at Jun-hee, there were other people who haven’t formed teams yet, so why would she come here? But he quickly brushed off his feelings, she’s pregnant and Gi-Hun played those games before so of course she wanted to stay alive for the baby by coming here!

His heart raced when it was your team’s turn. This time, he couldn’t be close to you during the game and he felt powerless knowing he wouldn’t be able to help you. He could only sit there like everyone else and pray that you make it. You were responsible to play spinning top, the last game, but you were struggling and there was only 35 seconds left.

One of the players, 333, put his hand on your shoulder and said “Come on, I know you can do it”. You took a deep breath as you tried again, trying to stop the shaking of your hands.

Everyone cheered as the toy spinned on the ground and your team quickly walked to jegi, where 333 nailed it on the first try.

You finally made it to the finish line with only 3 seconds left and didn’t have time to cheer up before loud gunshots exploded through the air. The team against yours was now laying dead on the ground.

Player 333 hugged and congratulated you as the guards guided your team away.

At least someone else was with you, he thought.

His motivation through it all was you and his hand moved on his own with swift and fast movements as he played gonggi. Dae-Ho’s mind was already imagining you jumping in his arms when he would walk back in the dormitory room.

With a sigh of relief when a guard unlocked his ankles, he left alongside everyone else. When he came back, you were sat on your bed with player 333 with you. You laughed at something he said and noticed Dae-Ho at the same time. You waved you hand at him and went back to your conversation with the guy.

What was his name again? Mung-Gu or something? He didn’t care that much to know, but as he watched you too interact, he understood you. Mung-Gu is more handsome than him, it seemed like he was funnier to be around and he was there for you during the second game. Not like him.

Eventually you came back toward your usual group with them and you all congratulated each other. Like usual, you hung out with Dae-Ho for the rest of the evening, but you had noticed something was wrong with him. He wasn’t smiling like usual, he was more quiet and…well he just seemed down for some reason you couldn’t guess and he wouldn’t tell you.

His jealousy fell immediately as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in a warm hug “I won’t force you to speak, if you don’t want to right now. But I want you to know that you can tell me anything”

His heart melted at your words. You’re so kind, how could he stay in a bad mood when you speak such sweet words to him?

At night, Gi-Hun said to stay close together and that he’ll stay awake to stay aware of the surroundings. You went to Dae-Ho’s bed and asked him if you could stay with him for the night, after being a bit scared at what Gi-Hun said, you didn’t want to be alone. Dae-Ho nodded and scooted over to make some space for you to lay down with your own pillow and cover. He was laying on his side, his back facing you and you hesitated as you laid your hand on his side.

A small silence reigned between you guys before he cracked. He couldn’t help himself but say “Do you…do you wanna cuddle?”.

“Yeah” you answered. He turned around and you both scooted closer to each other as he opened his arms for you, enveloping your body and pressing it softly against his own. You put your leg on his hip to feel him more

Physical touch has always been something Dae-Ho loved receiving and giving to people, especially with you. So he was more than happy to cuddle you.

“Are you mad at me?” He heard your worrying voice ask and his heart could only soar.

“No, I’m just tired” he answered, hoping you’d drop it. It would be too embarrassing to say why he was acting like that, it’s not like you guys were together or something. He shouldn’t even feel like that in the first place.

Just like he hoped, you dropped it and simply went to sleep, lulled by his heartbeat and his hands caressing your back, and soon enough Dae-Ho fell asleep too.

The next day, it seemed Dae-Ho came back to his usual self. During breakfast, you guys were chatting about pretty much everything while sharing your food.

“What’s that on your arm?” You noticed ink on his skin.

He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo. You never would’ve thought of your friend as a tattoo person.

“It’s from when I was in the Marines” he says.

“The marine? You must be strong and courageous then” you joked (not really), to stroke his ego.

He smiled as he flexed his biceps “Of course I am”. Pink filled his cheeks when you laughed and he locked eyes with Jung-Bae who gave him a thumbs up with an approval expression on his face, and it only made Dae-Ho blush even more.

But soon enough, you guys’ small bubble was pierced when guards came to take you to the next game. As you walked there, beside your friends, you felt Dae-Ho’s warm hand slid in yours. Looking up at him, he was trying to play it cool but you could see he was nervous so you squeezed his hand.

God, he’s adorable. Why did you have to meet him in such circumstances!?, You lament to yourself in your head. If it wasn’t for the games you’d have asked him out already, but that’s basically impossible in here.

The game was Mingle, the rules were to be in teams of the number given and lock yourselves in rooms. Several turns passed and you had managed to survive them all.

When the speaker announced “2” Dae-Ho grapped your hand and ran fast, basically dragging you with him. But through the chaos of people running, someone ran right into you and you tripped right on the ground. You heard Dae-Ho shout your name and he turned around running back to help you get up, but at the same time, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him with them in a room.

Taken aback, he opened the door of the small room, but you were already gone from your spot.

Oh no.

Please no.

God please.

A train of thought raced through his mind as he scanned around through the small opening, looking for you. But throughout the chaos of people, the bad lightning and angle it was almost impossible to see well.

His ears ringed when people started dropping to the ground as the guards shot them. It was almost unreal to see and every time a woman died, his guts pinched even more and he felt sick while trying to see which one was you. But it was too fast and other pink soldiers came in with their black boxes and the vehicle they carry them with, hiding even more.

He has failed you. Kang Dae-Ho has failed you and you were dead now because of him.

“Her clock has not striken midnight yet” he heard a voice say behind him.

The weird shaman woman was there, staring at him with her dark creepy eyes.

At the same time, he heard the door being unlocked and he stepped out, the speaker announcing the end of the third game.

Nothing made sense anymore. You were dead, how is he supposed to live without you now?-

“Dae!” He stopped right in his tracks. Could it be…no, that’s impossible…

“Dae!” He heard it again and he had barely à turned around when someone jumped in his arms.

He could recognize this scent anywhere and oh he inhaled it instantly as his arms immediately wrapped around your waist.

“But…how?” This has to be some sort of he was having. Is he already going crazy?

“Myung-Gi saved me” you answered “I fell right in front of him so he scooped me and basically carried me to a room”

Of course he did, he thought with a bit of bitter. But right now was not the right time for such feelings, at least you were alive.

The man was right behind you, standing there with his hands in his pockets. He had been there for you twice already, when Dae-Ho wasn’t.

“Thank you,” Dae simply says.

“Nah, thanks to her,” player 333 shrugs “She was right here when I needed her the most”

“Give yourself some credit too” you friendly push his shoulder “I was the one who needed someone and you were there to carry me. I probably wouldn’t have made it otherwise with my knee”

You guys acted like Dae-Ho wasn’t even there. He felt like he was just a fucking ghost watching you both bicker back and forth on who needed who the most and Myung-Gi kneeled to take a look at your knee.

“It doesn’t hurt that much now, but on impact it felt like hell” you say and he stands back up.

“Help Y/N walk and check on her knee from time to time,” he says to Dae-Ho.

He did not like the way he spoke, like Dae wouldn’t do that in the first place.

“I know” he simply says.

333 gives you a smile before walking away and you guys did too, Dae helping you.

There it was again, his bad mood. That guy certainly had the gift at pissing him off. And he certainly wasn’t the only one, Jun-Hee and Thanos couldn’t stand him either.

You took Dae’s hand in your own when you saw again his sad eyes. Why wouldn’t he just tell you what the fuck what wrong? It hurts to see him like this and not being able to help, but this time you decided to not drop it like yesterday.

So when night came and you joined him again in his bed, you waited until people began to fall asleep before you spoke in a whisper to not be heard around“Alright now, what’s wrong. You’ve been sad and angry or something since yesterday”

He didn’t answer at first and you were getting ready to tell him that he couldn’t keep it hidden from you forever and that he’d feel better talking about whatever it was bothering him. But eventually he spoke up.

“It feels a bit stupid now to talk about” he says, now unsure of himself.

He started spiraling a bit, imagining your reaction. You’re gonna laugh at him and say that of course you liked 333 since he saved you while he didn’t.

“I’ll judge it myself if it’s stupid or not” you were determined to know

He sighs and mumbles so low you didn’t get it “I’m sorry, say that again?”

He closed his eyes as he repeats “player 333” he sighs and continues “Mung-Go or something”

“Myung-Gi? What are you- why?” You couldn’t understand what you were hearing.

Shouldn’t Dae be happy that you’re alive instead of upset by who saved you?

“It’s just…I felt really awful during the second game when you left and…I don’t know I felt weird seeing you guys together afterwards, because I wanted you to come up to me but you stayed with him and- and then you laughed at something he said and it made me feel worse. Like- like I wasn’t enough,” you listened carefully as he opened up.

“And then today, I- God Y/N I thought you were dead!” A single tear ran down his face but he quickly wiped it “I thought I had failed you and you were dead because of me, but then I was relieved you were alive but when I saw it was him- and you guys were talking about needing each other- what about me?” He rants

Oh, so he was jealous this whole time.

“I need you Y/N. I probably shouldn’t because we haven’t known each other for long but it’s how I feel. But…I understand if you like Myung-Gi more because he saved you but- it should’ve been me! I know I can carry you just fine and-well, yes he may be more handsome than me but I don’t think he’s stronger. And yeah, I like you Y/N, more than a friend. So much, I can’t stand seeing you with him because it makes me feel like I’ll never be good enough for you. That no matter what I do, it won’t matter because someone else is already ahead of me”

His eyes were fixed somewhere else, refusing to look at you and your heart sank at his words. How the hell could he think like this?-

“I just want to be someone you can count on! Someone you’ll choose over and over again even if there wasn’t this game forcing us into this mess” he finishes with a voice crack, his frustration and vulnerability spilling out.

You were literally speechless at what he was saying.

“First of all” you start to enumerate “I left on my own during the first game so Jun-Hee could have a team and now we’re both alive. I never would’ve forgiven myself if she had died. Second of all, Myung-Gi and I were just hanging out, I’m sorry if it hurt you but like, he’s just a friend I promise. Third, he said he needed me but more like he needed someone you know? I just happened to be there and same for him, he was there when I needed someone. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think you can ever save me or something, Dae”

He slowly nods.

“And besides, don’t give Myung-Gi that much credit, he’s not that handsome to me and he struggled a bit to lift me off the ground during the game” the last bit made Dae-Ho chuckle a bit and your heart flipped at the sound.

“I prefer looking at you way more, Dae” you cupped his face, your thumb caressing his cheek. “I’ll always choose you”

His eyes were fixed on your lips as he licked his own and you could see him hesitating, but he adjusted himself so he could support himself on his arm. Butterflies flew in your stomach, watching him on top of you like that, damn that’s hot.

Dae-Ho almost moaned when his lips touched yours. They were so soft, fuck you were soft all over. You guys moved perfectly in tandem, like you had done this a million times before. Hot blood rushed to his downstairs area when you bucked upward against him.

Your legs locked around him to have him closer if that’s even possible, seeking the heady contact of him. Just this- you guys grinding your sex against together- makes you both pant and jerk, all consuming desire spreading through your bodies like wild fire.

And your bodies fit together so well, like two pieces of a puzzle as you rocked and bucked, hot flesh against each other. But it just wasn’t enough. You wanted everything with Dae: hear him, see him, taste him, and right now you had none of them.

“Let’s go to the bathroom” you whispered to him, when you both had to breathe.

Too lightheaded to speak straight, Dae-Ho simply nodded and quietly followed you. After a bit of an argument with a guard (you were absolutely not letting them cockblock you), they finally let you both out and walked you to the bathroom, waiting at the end of the corridor.

You both entered the women’s bathroom, you opened the first stall and pushed him against the door, chasing after his lips. His hands came to rest on your waist underneath your shirt, caressing the soft skin there before going upwards with the hem of your shirt.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you wanted to feel him everywhere, he wanted to feel you everywhere, it was all so much to feel and you didn’t even have a bed to do it well, but it’s whatever now. Quickly, you undressed each other. Dae-Ho couldn’t believe his eyes as he scanned you whole, you’re so beautiful it’s unreal. He felt blessed to have you only for him to have.

You gave him a last lingering kiss before sinking to your knees. Fuck, even his cock is freaking pretty, you thought as you took it in your hand. It was a good 6 inches long with a good girth and a pink leaking mushroom tip.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Dae” you pant as you kitten lick the head to catch the beads of precum on your tongue.

He whimpered, when you took him in your mouth without any warning. His taste oh my- it was everything and even more. It tasted salty with something else that was just so…him, you loved it. From then, you sucked him hard and fast down your throat, swallowing around him.

Above you, Dae-Ho tried his best to keep quiet, but that’s kinda complicated when you were literally moaning while blowing him, as if his taste gave you pleasure. The vibrations of your moans shot through his whole body and he couldn’t do anything but tighten his hands in your hair.

You pushed his hips toward your face, encouraging him to fuck your face. Your nose was nuzzled in his dark pubes and you stayed there, your hands on his hips to keep him from moving. His musk was so delectable, it was intoxicating as you smelled him. Over and over again, not moving and letting your throat stretch around his dick.

Your eyes were beginning to tear up as you looked up at him and you smiled around his cock. You were so fucking turned on right now, your clit was aching.

“Please” he whimpered “I’m gonna cum”

As soon as his words registered to you, you let him go with a loud pop and stood up to attack his plump mouth. His strong hands went to cup your boobs and squeeze them as you sucked on his tongue like it was his cock.

He trailed kissed down your neck, to your chest until he took your nipples in his mouth, sucking on each of them. Damn, your moans are hot. He wants to hear more.

So he sank to his knees like you did earlier and lifted one of your legs to put it on his shoulder

Warmth filled your lower half even more when he looked up at you, his eyes full of lust as he carefully leaned in and kissed your clit. A gasp left your mouth and he immediately went to town.

His hot tongue licked you from hole to clit and he suckled it, your pretty sounds were like music to his ears and encouraged him.

“You’re doing perfect Dae” you whimpered, hand in his hair and the other squeezing your breasts “How come you never- right there yes!- told me you’re a champ at this?”

He whined as he tongued your wet pussy, alternating with sucking your clit and lapping at it.

“I need you to fuck me against the wall baby” you say “but I wanna come on your tongue first okay? Can you make me- fuck Dae- do that?”

You vaguely heard an answer, but it was muffled as his tongue was inside you, licking around, laving your pussy.

“Oh I know you can, baby” you moaned again

You were practically grinding yourself against his mouth, seeking the relief your body desperately needed from him ever since you laid eyes on his physique.

Being around Kang Dae-Ho was already difficult enough for your body, because he always succeeded to make it react. Whenever he’d smile at you, initiate physical contact with you or even the way he’d run his hand through his hair, did it for you every time and made you want him even more if it was possible. And now that you finally had him the way you’ve been wanting, you felt more than happy.

“Finger me” you begged and you had to cover your mouth when you felt both his index and middle finger slide easily in your vagina.

Just like that, he focused on sucking the life out of your clit while his fingers curled deep inside you.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching and you were right on the edge when a loud knock was pounded on the bathroom door.

“What’s taking so long in here?” The guard say outside the room

The interruption did not stop Dae-Ho from making out with your pussy.

“I’m almost finished” you answer, not breaking eye-contact with Dae and he smiles as he sucks hard on your bud.

Over and over again.

You had to restrain yourself as to not scream as your orgasm washed over you, but it was nearly impossible to stay quiet when his tongue was wrapped around your pearl and continued to suck you like this. He was almost suffocating as you rutted against his face, coating the bottom half of his face in your juices.

He wiped his chin and stood back up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

“I like the way you taste” he whispered against your mouth.

“Yeah? Which lips do you like the taste of?” You asked him.

You asked that on purpose to make him blush, because it was obvious he liked how lewd you could speak.

“Both” he answered, licking your neck.

Dae felt like he was in heaven or that he was dreaming. It all felt unreal to him. He had been jealous about seeing you with Myung-Gi and next thing he knows, he’s lifting you off the ground, his arms hooked under your thighs.

“We gotta make this fast” you tell him while aligning his fat dick with your pussy and wrapping your arms around his neck.

The stretch was so fucking perfect, it wasn’t hurting too much and his dick was filling you so good. It was pressing against all the right spots.

Curses left his mouth as he your warm and slick walls engulfed him in, molding your insides to his shape. The second you gave him a signal that you were ready, he began to lift you up and down his cock.

His tip was hitting your g-spot perfectly everytime he impaled you on his cock. The way Dae Ho could support your full weight and fuck your brains out like that turned you on so much, one of your hands slid down to rub at your aching clit.

Moans threatened to spill out of your throat and you noticed Dae Ho was in the same situation, biting on his lips to not make too much noises. You smashed your lips against his, letting your moans melt together in each other’s mouth, the sound of skin clapping against each other echoing in the room.

“You’re so fucking- mhmh- strong” you whimper as he trail kisses on the side of your face and your neck. “I love it when you fuck me like this”

“Of course you fucking do” he says, speeding up his pace “Myung-Gi could never do this to you”

You couldn’t focus on the kiss he was trying to give you, too distracted by the pounding you were getting.

Dae Ho was focusing on not cumming before you, much easier to think than to do. He moved faster and harder, your walls clenching around his cock at every movement.

He wasn’t the only one trying to not come. It’s been so fucking long you’ve had sex, it’s like your body was more sensitive than before and was begging for Dae Ho to give you his all. He was so goddamn perfect, his tip kept assaulting that spongey spot inside you with merciless precision and you couldn’t stop every moans from spilling out of your mouth.

“Take me against the wall” you beg him after giving him a hickey.

He immediately put you down and press your chest against the stall’s wall. You arch your back, basically presenting your ass and wet pussy to him. Dae Ho didn’t waste time as he buried his cock back where it belonged, in your soaking cunt.

Your hard and burning nipples pressed against the cold stall, making you hiss. Pushing back your hips, you met his thrust midway and felt him even deeper if that’s possible.

“You feel so good baby” he moans

Dae Ho was fucking you so good, it almost made you cry how fast and hard his pace was. It’s like the both of you had forgotten about the guard waiting outside. You wanted this moment to last forever, for the world to stop spinning and for everyone to disappear so it could just be the two of you. But seen the circumstances, in a place where death could happen anytime, it wasn’t possible and your clandestine escapade in the bathroom had to come to an end.

You were right at the very edge and you knew only a small push would be enough. Like he was reading your mind, Dae Ho coated his fingers in saliva and suddenly they were on your clit, rubbing the small bud in quick circles

“Fuck- baby!” You couldn’t stop your moan as the knot inside you exploded.

Dae Ho pulled out with a whine, busting between your thighs. Without thinking about it, you fell to your knees, ignoring the pain in one of them and closed your mouth around his cock, fucking your own face on it and swallowing the thick ropes of sperm as he came and came on your tongue. You could taste yourself on his dick and it turned you on so fucking much, you wanted to go for a second round but knew you couldn’t.

It was truly amazing sight for Dae Ho to see, as he looked down. Your fingers were quickly rubbing yourself as you swallowed him whole, your eyes rolling back as you fucking squirted all over yourself while doing so.

After both riding your high, he helped you get up and instantly went for a messy kiss, full of tongue and spit. His hands caressed your body, following your curves and pressing you against his naked body.

You guys quickly cleaned up, took a piss (don’t catch UTI guys!) and put your clothes back on before exiting the bathroom. Both of you could imagine the guard’s face as he looked at the two of you exiting the bathroom, before he guided you back to the dormitory.

Dae Ho almost wanted to laugh at the situation, wondering if the guard heard the two of you.

He guided you both back to his bed, pulling you close to his chest, his lips kissing your forehead and praying to whoever was up there to make both of you exit this place alive.

“How’s your knee, by the way?” He suddenly remembered

“Dae Ho, I got on my knees twice to suck the life out of your dick. Don’t act like you care about my bruised knee now” you joke and kissed his neck. “But it doesn’t hurt that much anymore”

And you cuddled together to sleep.

#dae ho imagine #dae ho fluff #dae ho squid game #dae ho x reader #kang dae ho #dae ho #dae ho smut #squid game smut #squid game #netflix #kang ha neul #smut imagine

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pluckyredhead · 8 months ago

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Please ship Orion and Lightray with me, thank you

If you've been reading my Fourth World posting, you might have noticed me mentioning Orion and Lightray's relationship. This is because they're in love and I'm obsessed with them. Please join me in grumpy/sunshine-but-they're-alien-demigods hell, with visual references below.

So Orion, as we know, is the son of Darkseid who was raised on New Genesis but has always felt different and monstrous compared to his peers. Lightray is his best friend, who thinks Orion is just the best thing since sliced bread and says so constantly.

This is literally how we're introduced to them, in New Gods #1:

Lightray: Don't be sad. Hug time! Orion: Hugs are not for one such as me. But you're still my best friend. Lightray: Please let me enter your chambers. Orion: NO THEY ARE TOO DARK. Lightray: D:

This panel, from #6, sums up their whole dynamic really well:

Lightray doesn't crave battle the way Orion does but he is determined to stay by his side, while Orion doesn't want Lightray to fight beside him because he thinks Lightray is too good and pure to be tainted by violence.

Zero personal space.

So one of the things about Orion is that his real face is sort of brutish and not traditionally handsome (the eyebrows are WILD), but he uses his Mother Box (like a living pocket computer that loves you) to make himself look more like the people of New Genesis. In #8, he gets into a knock-down, drag-out fight with his half-brother Kalibak that nearly kills them both, and Mother Box can't maintain the illusion (and also his face is, like, pulverized). And then this happens:

I WEEP. LIGHTRAY LOVES YOU JUST THE WAY YOU ARE, ORION.

New Gods was canceled soon after this, but when Kirby returned a decade later, he went all in on the homoerotic devotion. So Orion goes to Apokolips to kill his dad and rescue his mom, and who do you think follows him?

That second panel makes me laugh so hard. "Here, honey, you forgot your Scooty Puff Jr!"

My favorite thing about this is that Lightray is playing dumb. He shot at Orion earlier and then said something vague about missing on purpose...but he didn't:

HE REALLY TRIED TO WOUND ORION ENOUGH TO STOP HIS SUICIDE MISSION. And the way he just shuts his eyes and takes Orion's anger because he doesn't care what happens as long as he saves his friend's life...! (Orion doesn't hurt him, they just touch each other a lot.)

Anyway they argue for multiple pages, with Orion insisting that Lightray go home and Lightray insisting that he stay, until finally:

This is so intensely romantic and also so unintentionally hilarious that I can't stand it. The homoerotic gazing into one another's eyes and then the stupid mutual thumbs up! Whatever is going on with that closeup of Orion in the second panel! I die!

...And you know who else dies? Orion! Or at least he comes very close (it's unclear), but is rescued by a freedom fighter named Himon and nursed back to health by Himon and his daughter Bekka. We get a little romance between Orion and Bekka, but we also get Lightray coming to visit:

That is some FULL CONTACT wrestling, boys. Orion pinning Lightray to the ground while telling him it's good to see him is so much, but the fourth panel is even mucher. My goodness.

And then things get serious, because they both believe they are going to die in the upcoming battle (they don't), so they bid each other farewell and Lightray leaves, and then:

Orion yells after Lightray how smart and funny he is and then collapses in despair because his friend is gone. "HOW LIKE A WANDERING STAR HE SEEMS." Oh my god, Orion.

That's it for Kirby, so I'll move on to other writers and artists, but I want to clear that I'm only sharing the most intense scenes between them. There are so many panels, from Kirby and others, of Lightray faithfully following Orion around, joyously welcoming him back to New Genesis, gently teasing him, and talking about how brave and noble he is. And of Orion only smiling for Lightray, going feral when he gets hurt, and telling him he's too good and pretty for battle. And of the two of them touching each other. A lot.

Literally just two random examples. THEY DO THIS SHIT ALL THE TIME.

The next really big moment comes in New Gods (1995), where the Source (basically God/Heaven) becomes corrupted and Lightray goes evil and Orion has to beat him up to stop him and I will never ever ever recover from these pages:

"You want the beast? Do you like it?" on its own is...hoo boy, SOMETHING. But it is eclipsed by the tremulous "Maybe...maybe if I can just hold him" and Orion gathering Lightray up in his arms while telling him he loves him. LIKE. THIS IS SO MUCH. (P.S. Lightray's fine don't worry. And yes, he does want the beast.)

Then we get to Orion (PLEASE read this comic) and the biggest smile Orion has ever smolt:

Look at how happy he is!!! You need to understand that his mother died in his arms ten minutes ago and he's still like "Lightray! Omg hi!!!" (To be fair, his mother was terrible.) Plus bonus unnecessary touching, Lightray's love language being gifts, and Orion giggling and twirling his hair while going "Omg you're so smart."

(Also, when Lightray mentions his "brief but troubling visit" to Apokolips in the second panel, what's not saying is that he put on a silly disguise and went to see a fortuneteller to try to figure out if Orion's mom was lying about Darkseid not being his real dad (she was; again, she was terrible), and when the fortuneteller is like "You DARE come to Apokolips?!" he goes "I would dare anything for my friend!" I know you would, honey. I know you would.)

The next bit requires some explanation. So, as briefly as possible: Orion kills Darkseid (or so he thinks), takes over Apokolips, and tries very hard to change it for the better. He also accidentally gains possession of the Anti-Life Equation, the formula Darkseid is always searching for that eradicates free will, and gradually is driven to use it to FORCE everyone on Apokolips to be good. And Earth. And New Genesis.

Eventually, Orion is seemingly killed, but actually he's been teleported somewhere unfathomably far away, where he realizes what he's done and sinks into suicidal despair. In the midst of this, he manages to both destroy the Anti-Life Equation AND save all of reality (and nearly die in the process), but he still thinks that because he used the Equation, he's irredeemable and doesn't deserve to exist.

So when he's teleported back to Earth and captured by a human who blinds him and rigs him up to a torture device so that he can drain Orion's life force and use it to be eternally youthful, Orion just...lets it happen. Because he thinks he deserves it. For SEVEN MONTHS.

But eventually he's like "Wait...I deserve this, but probably whatever is being done with my energy is not good and I should stop it." He tries to escape but only manages to let out a single scream.

Luckily, Lightray has been searching for him nonstop for those seven months, despite the face that Orion is supposed to be dead. And then we get this:

To be clear: this is sweet, gentle Lightray absolutely obliterating the men who kept Orion in the torture device.

Nakey.

Lightray gives Orion the crushed remnants of his wrist cuffs, and Orion does a magical girl transformation about it:

For everyone playing along at home, that's the second time Orion has canonically told Lightray that he loves him.

Anyway, Orion goes off to get revenge on the guy who did this to him (it's very satisfying, please read Orion), and then he's depressed some more until he has some brotherly bonding time with Scott and finally feels well enough to go back to New Genesis. His last line of dialogue in the series is "For it is late, and the sunrise and friend Lightray await us in the gleaming city of the gods." OKAY!

Tragically, almost every New Gods appearance after this is complete dogshit, although there is a great moment in Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps (a Rebirth series) where they need information from Orion but he's comatose so they bring in a telepath and the only word he can get out of Orion's mind is "Lightray." I'LL BET.

IN CONCLUSION: Orion and Lightray love each other so so much and I believe it is honoring Jack Kirby's legacy to think about them smooching. It's what the King would have wanted!

#orion #lightray #lightrion #fourth world #meta

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animehideout · 1 year ago

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Hello!! can you do a gojo x reader and like gojo is always on a lot of trips to kill curses and stuff and everytime he comes back home all he wants to do is just sleep with you and it starts making you think he only wants you for your body but she just keeps that thought to herself cuz she thought if she tells gojo he might end their relationship untill something happens and she finally breaks down leaving gojo to comfort her

Please and thank you!

My One And Only

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader ( Reader thinks Gojo is using her for her body )

a/n: thank you anon for this request, I really hope you enjoy this one. And remember guys, don't bottle up your feelings, talk it out , communication is the key <33 love y'all and stay safe.

Warnings 🔞: SMUT NSFW MDNI / NOT PROOFREAD.

Song recommendation: I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young 🎶

♪I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed.. I'll be a better man today♪

You sat on your bed, clutching your phone tightly after reading a message from your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru: { Get ready for me, princess. I can't wait till I get home and have you all to myself, all night }.

The words, the familiar message, never seemed to change. While you longed for a more thoughtful, romantic message, disappointment crept in every time you unlocked your phone. You understand his busy schedule and duty as the strongest sorcerer, exorcising curses and protecting others, but what about your feelings? Who protects them?

He's often away on trips, since the higher-ups depend on him for everything. You've always taken pride in his skills and capabilities, that earned the trust of others, making the world feel safer with his presence. But, your bed remains cold, your house feels empty, and he's not physically present when you're sad, need to vent, or simply want to share a laugh. The persistent feeling of loneliness creeps in, filling your mind with unwanted thoughts. Each night concludes with a heavy sigh, as you find solace in cuddling your pillow, questioning the nature of your relationship with him.

You meet once a week, you'd eagerly set the scene for cozy moments ; snuggling, watching a movie, going on a date, or simply chilling and talking. Yet, it always veers into having sex. You love him and want him as much as he wants you but you can't help the disappointment you've felt

“Is he using me?”,

the same thought echoes in your mind week after week. You wanted to communicate your feelings, but the words linger unspoken at the tip of your tongue, always swallowed back, completely offering yourself to him.

Night fell swiftly, the clock ticked so fast, and there you were sat on your bed, half naked, waiting like he told you. You could have refused, but you simply didn't. you missed him and craved the way he touches you, the way he makes you scream his name, the way your eyes tear up from how good and deep he's pounding inside you. The way air gets stuck in your throat when his big veiny hands circle around your delicate neck. You wanted every bit of it, there's no denying in that.

The front door swung open and closed, signaling Satoru's arrival. Your heart quickened, anticipation the long night that waited ahead

“Hey, baby..” he began,

placing his keys on the nightstand and giving you a peck. You managed a weak smile.

“Did you miss me?” he added, stripping himself. “Come on, join me for a shower and help me wash up”.

He gently pulled you towards the bathroom.Your back was pressed to his chest, as he left a trail of kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. The warm water relaxing each tensed muscle. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation. The steam raising from the shower, created a gentle fog turning the bathroom into a cozy space. Too emersed into the cute moments of peace,

“Maybe tonight will be different, maybe he'll stay and won't leave after sex like he always does, saying that he needs to be at work again” you thought to yourself,

hoping that this night, he proves all what you've been overthinking for the last weeks in wrong, but shorty you were pressed against the bathroom wall, warm water still running. A surprised gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. The cold wall that Gojo pinned you against sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't wait any longer” he whispered to your ear. He turned you and now you're chest hitting the wall, “bend over a bit for me, babygirl” he demanded, growing impatient by each passing second.

A groan escaped his mouth when your tighteness welcomed his hardened cock. A soft moan, slipped from your parted lips as he started moving. The rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed and mixed with the wet clapping sounds, and your moans. Your eyes rolled back, too needy for him as he fucked that spot again and again,

“I fucking love fucking you, I love fucking your body, this pussy is all what I can think about” he said panting.

Little did he know that what he said but turn you off so quickly. Your body, is it all what he wants? he didn't even say 'I love you', his sweet talk was all about what satisfied him, but enough,

“Can you stop please” you said out of the blue, making him look in confusion but kept on going,

“already tired? I've planned a long night for us..but if you want me to stop use your safe word” he chuckled.

“I SAID STOP” you snapped.

Under different circumstances, you'd find joy in his words. However, with all those unspoken emotions weighing on you, hearing him say something like that became your breaking point. He stood still, a hint of concern in his voice as he asked,

“D-did I do something wrong?” His hands rested on your hips from behind.

In that quiet moment, only the sound of the water stream filled the air before you spoke again,

“I don't want to continue, pull it out”.

“Hah is this some kind of joke? why on earth would I stop?”

“Because I don't want to”

“Dont lie to me Y/n, I know you want it, I won't pull out”

“Satoru...please” you said as you moved his hands from your hips.

His brows furrowed as he distanced himself from your body, pulling his length out of you, giving you what you requested. You cleaned yourself and then stepped out of the shower wrapped in your towel, while he observed silently.

Seated on the edge of your bed, you waited for him to join you.He carefully settled beside you, his gaze unwavering on your form.

“So, are you going to tell me why the hell you did that?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Without meeting his eyes, you murmured, “Do you even love me, Satoru?” Your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

“What kind of question is this?”

“Just fucking answer it” you spat out in a harsh tone, catching him off guard.

“I do, of course I love you”

“Haha, funny. Why'd you lie? You just love my body, Satoru, don't you?”

“I love you and I love your body. Can you please explain it to me clearly? Cuz I failed to get your point”

“Oh is that so? okay then I'll explain to you, I'll explain to you how I've been feeling for weeks now, how I'm always left alone, how you always show up once a week, have sex with me and then leave as if I'm your fuck toy, I'll explain how you don't even care, cuz you only care about how to pleasure yourself... I'M NOT YOUR SLUT GOJO SATORU”You yelled.

Caught off guard by you, his blue eyes widened mirroring the disbelief that etched across his face. Your words hung in the air, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“A-are you serious?”

“YES I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, IF YOUR FEELINGS TOWARDS ME FADED THEN JUST SAY IT SATORU, BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO FUCK ME EVER AGAIN”

You broke down into tears, hugging your knees, wet hair falling on your face, chest still heavy even though you let out all of your concerns.

“No, no, don't cry, Y/n. Baby, look at me, please” he said softly, a hint of panic in his deep voice.

His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. Kissing away your tears, he whispered,

“Don't ever think like this again. I love you, Y/n I always have and always will, and nothing can change that”

“Then why'd you leave? It feels like you throw me away everytime after getting what you wanted from me” you expressed with a quiver in your voice.

“I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared they might harm you, which is why I minimized our dates”

“Who might hurt me?”

“The sorcerers working against me and the special grade curses. I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you”

“You know I'll be fine. You don't need to overthink it like that. It's not even my point yet—”

“I know, I know, thats it's always us having sex? thinking that I'm taking advantage of your body? Why didn't you tell me earlier baby? We could've talked it out, I could've explained, we could've done something else... It's just that's how I express love to you, through physical intimacy. I thought you liked it, I thought you were enjoying it. That's why I didn't stop. And I'm sorry about that..” he whispered, looking down, visibly disappointed in himself.

Your gaze lingered on him; you believed him, of course, you just needed that reassurance.

“I thought if I told you you'd break up with me and leave–”

His heart ached, how could you possibly think of that when he loved you with each fiber in his body.

“L-leave you? my life is meaningless without you Y/n how could I ever leave you” he explained pain visible in his tone.

You shrugged, sniffling, looking at him with your teary eyes..

“Come here” he signaled for you to move closer.

His large arms enveloped you in a bear hug as you sat on his lap.

“I love you for you, for your personality, your mind, your laugh, for the way you find beauty in everything. I never meant to disappoint you, and it will never happen again. Next time, if something bothers you, just talk it out and don't bottle it up. I want you to be comfortable all the time, okay?” he exclaimed, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded slowly, further burying your head in his bare chest, your warm breath tickling his skin.

“How about we cuddle and watch your favorite movie? I'll take a day off tomorrow so we can spend more time together, and you're right; I shouldn't be overthinking that much. From now on, not gonna minimize any date, instead, I'll work harder on keeping you safe all the time...You're my one and only Y/n!!” he said with a wide smile, lifting your spirits once again.

You spent the night in each other's arm, eating popcorn and pastries, laughing and joking around, till both of you fell asleep... You indeed helped him learn how to treat you better, helped him express his love in other ways, helped him to take into account your feelings. Communication is all what both of you needed from the very beginning.

Satoru made a promise to you and to himself, to devote his life, strength and efforts to you and your relationship.

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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Wrong Place, Right Time (Part II)

Billy Loomis x Reader

Part I

Summary: Billy decides to see you again and set things straight. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay away for long.

Warnings: Foul language

Word Count: 1,534

A/N: I really enjoyed writing a part II for this, but I think I just really like writing for Billy in general! I hope you all enjoy reading this :)

Billy was out of breath by the time he reached their meeting place. Of course, Stu was already there, awaiting him with the widest grin on his face.

"Don't say a damn thing," Billy spoke harshly.

Stu's smile quickly faded. "What the hell happened?"

Billy shook his head and dropped the Ghostface mask, his now free hand reaching up to his sweaty hair.

"(Y/N) was there. Why didn't you fucking tell me-"

"Woah woah. How the hell was I supposed to know? You asked for a small group, they were a small group. You didn't ask to know who was gonna be there!"

Billy let out a scoff.

A silence soon overcame them as Stu continued to stare at the shorter boy.

"Did you..." Stu started.

"What? Jesus, no. I let (Y/N) run off."

That was mostly true. But his hand still felt warm where he had touched your cheek before he ran off into the night.

"Shit," Stu grumbled. "You weren't supposed to leave anyone alive. Does (Y/N) know it was you?"

Billy shook his head quickly. You've barely spoken to each other in person. There wasn't any way you'd be able to narrow it down to him. You probably didn't even know his name.

"Lets just get out of here. Police are going to be swarming this neighborhood soon."

Stu agreed and the boys walked off, Billy's gut turning over at the thought of you.

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You didn't show up to school for the next few days. It only made sense after everything that happened, but Billy was still a bit frustrated at your absence.

He missed seeing your little smile in the halls, your quiet laughs being heard in your shared classes.

His own resolve was slowly breaking with Sidney as well. All he could think about was how that small touch of your cheek made him feel so alive.

He tried all this time to stay far away. But now that he gave in, now that he got a small taste of you, there was no way he could restrain himself any longer.

He had to see you again.

So that night after school, he went to your house.

He knew your parents were working late, so it was his perfect chance to sneak in and...

Well, he didn't really think that far ahead. Should he explain himself? Wrap you in his arms and never let go? He wasn't exactly sure. But it was too late to turn back now- he was already outside your window.

You were seated on the couch with a bowl of chips in your lap. You had the TV on, but your eyes weren't focusing on it.

Billy felt a bit of guilt pang in his chest, a feeling he wasn't too familiar with. You looked so... sad? Whatever the emotion was, he didn't like it.

He pulled out his cell and began to call you.

You got up to answer the phone after a few rings, just going through the familiar motions of the night.

"Hello?"

"What are you watching?"

Your breath got caught in your throat at this. You were sure you knew who it was, even though he never spoke to you that night. Something about his presence on the phone was enough to spark that familiarity in you. It had to be him.

After a few moments of silence you finally found your voice. But it was still much more timid than you had hoped.

"Y-you're here to finish the job, aren't you?" you spoke uneasily.

There was another moment of silence.

You heard a sigh come through the phone, only to be followed by the click of him hanging up.

He was coming for you.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen, hoping to grab a knife or some tool to defend yourself with.

Even though he didn't kill you that night, you had spent all this time wondering if it was because he just wanted to toy with you. Something in your heart wanted to believe that there was more to it, but you didn't want to be hopeful. The fear of dying overruled everything else.

By the time you reached the drawer, you heard the familiar creak of your front door. This caused you to turn towards the entrance, only to be met with the same figure from that night. You had been right.

You turned back to the drawer in front of you and pulled it open, reaching in for a weapon of some kind.

But Ghostface was quick to reach you and pin your back against the counter, both his arms on either side of you.

At that moment, you felt like giving up. He had you pinned against the drawer that would have protected you, and there was no way of wiggling past him. If he was going to kill you, then you supposed that it was just going to have to happen. You wouldn't fight back.

However, the figure only leaned closer to you, his warm body pressing against yours.

You felt your heart rate pick up and your knees go a bit weak. You bit your cheek in frustration at these feelings. You were supposed to be terrified, but here he was acting almost affectionately towards you. This only confused you more.

"If you're going to kill me then just do it."

He stared back at you through his mask, his head beginning to tilt slightly.

You waited a few more moments only for him to not make any movements. You took this opportunity to glance down at his hands, realizing that he wasn't sporting his reputable knife. In fact, he didn't have any weapon in his hands.

You looked back up at his mask confused.

"What do you want then?" you asked softly.

In almost a flash, he reached up and ripped off his mask, his lips slamming to yours so quickly. You didn't even have time to process who he was or what was happening as your hands reached up to his face on instinct.

What the hell was happening?

You wanted to push him away, logically. But God, his lips felt so warm and soft against yours. His scent was too enticing and his hands knew exactly where to hold you. It's like this man was built just for you at this moment, and you decided to just indulge.

Fuck it.

You kissed back just as hard and pushed into him even more. You could feel him suck in a breath at your reciprocation and continue to melt into you. This kiss had to be drugged, you were sure of it.

After a bit, your lips began to slow down as he finally decided it was time to face you. He pulled away slowly as he looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

It took a few moments for you to notice who you were looking at, your body still slightly drunk off his lips.

When you finally recognized who it was, your eyes widened in surprise.

"B-Billy?" you gasped.

He couldn't help the small smile that grew on his face, his shoulders shrugging in response. "Surprise."

You stared back at him in disbelief for a bit, not sure what to do.

But finally the words flew out of your mouth without so much as a second thought.

"You're the Woodsboro killer?"

His smile faded a bit as he peered at you, his breath becoming shaky.

"I didn't know you were going to be there that night," he answered instead.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Is that why you didn't kill me?"

He nodded. "I wouldn't have killed them either if I knew they were your friends."

You rolled your eyes at this. "Yeah, friends. I was only there for some stupid group project."

Your eyes widened a bit after you said this. You almost sounded happy that they were gone now. But you were quick to shake off the feeling.

"Are you scared?" Billy asked softly.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips for a moment as you thought back to what had happened just minutes before.

"I don't think so. It seems odd to kiss the person you're about to murder," you laughed slightly.

This brought the smile back to Billy's face. He'd kill for that sound.

"Good."

You considered this whole situation after his response. He's a murderer, but he cares about you.

Your moral compass seemed all fucked up in that moment.

"What happens now?" you questioned.

Billy let out a breath at this. "Whatever you want."

He reached out to your hand.

"Sidney?" you asked.

He rolled his eyes. "I was gonna get rid of her soon."

"Did you even..."

He shook his head quickly. "Only you. It's only been you."

Yeah, that moral compass was completely shattered now.

You leaned in and kissed him again softly. Once you pulled away, you bumped your nose with his, earning a smirk.

"This makes me pretty fucking crazy, doesn't it?" you asked.

"What does?"

"Wanting to be with a serial killer."

Billy's smile widened. "You wanna be with me?"

You shrugged, looking at your joined hands.

"I've always liked slasher flicks."

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis preference #billy loomis #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream movie #scream franchise #scream #scream 1996 #slasher fandom #slashers preference #slash fanfiction #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher summer

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ouiouibaguettt · 1 month ago

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Adore You

wbb masterlist

YN -> your name.

8,5k words

The sun was setting over Brooklyn, casting a warm orange glow across the apartment that YN Curry shared with her girlfriend, Sabrina Ionescu. It had been a long day for YN, and the weight of the news she’d received just hours ago was pressing heavily on her chest.

The sound of the front door closing pulled her from her thoughts. Sabrina strolled in, her bag slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. “Hey, babe,” she greeted, dropping her things by the door and making her way to the couch. “You good?”

YN forced a small smile, but Sabrina immediately caught the tension in her expression. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her smile fading as she sat beside YN, placing a hand on her knee.

There was no easy way to say it. YN took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she said, “I got traded.”

Sabrina blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Traded? What do you mean?”

“Liberty traded me” YN repeated, her voice soft but steady. “To the Golden State Valkyries.”

For a moment, Sabrina just stared at her, the words sinking in. “Wait… what? Are you serious?”

YN nodded, her throat tightening. “It’s already done. I’m leaving for San Francisco next week.”

Sabrina leaned back, her jaw tightening as she processed the news. “Why? Why would they do that? You’ve been one of our best players. This doesn’t make any sense.”

“It’s just business” YN said, though the words felt hollow. “They probably needed to free up space or get some assets in return. Trades happen all the time.”

Sabrina shook her head, frustration evident in her posture. “This isn’t just some trade, YN. This is you. This is us. How am I supposed to—” She cut herself off, running a hand through her hair.

The room fell silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. YN reached for Sabrina’s hand, her touch gentle but firm. “I didn’t ask for this, Sab. If I could stay here, I would. But I don’t have a choice.”

Sabrina looked at her, the hurt and frustration in her eyes slowly giving way to something softer. She squeezed YN’s hand, her voice quiet. “I know it’s not your fault. I just… I’m going to miss you so much.”

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The evening before YN’s flight to San Francisco was bittersweet. The apartment was littered with half-packed boxes, and the reality of the situation was finally sinking in for both of them.

Sabrina sat cross-legged on the bed, watching as YN carefully folded a stack of jerseys to pack in her suitcase. “You know, this is going to be weird,” Sabrina said, her voice light but tinged with sadness. “Seeing you in a Valkyries uniform instead of Liberty blue.”

YN chuckled softly, setting the jerseys aside and moving to sit beside her. “I’ll still be the same player. Just… with a new logo.”

Sabrina gave her a small smile, but her eyes were glassy. “It’s not just the jersey, YN. It’s everything. The games, the road trips, coming home to you after practice. I don’t want to lose all of that.”

“You’re not losing me” YN said firmly, taking Sabrina’s face in her hands. “We’re going to make this work. It’s just a flight away, and I’ll call you every day. I promise.”

Sabrina leaned into her touch, her lips curving into a faint smile. “I’m holding you to that promise.”

YN leaned in, their foreheads touching. “I love you” she murmured.

“I love you too” Sabrina whispered back.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, the kind that spoke of love and longing all at once. Sabrina shifted closer, her hands trailing up YN’s back as the kiss deepened. For a while, they forgot about the boxes, the distance, and the uncertainty of the future. In that moment, it was just the two of them, holding onto each other as tightly as they could.

When they finally pulled apart, Sabrina rested her head on YN’s shoulder, her voice soft. “You better kill it out there in San Francisco. Show them exactly what they got.”

“Oh, don’t worry” YN said, smirking. “I plan to.”

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The transition to the Golden State Valkyries was as smooth as YN Curry could have hoped for. The team welcomed her with open arms, and being back in the Bay Area meant more time with her family. Steph and Ayesha were thrilled to have her close, and the buzz surrounding her addition to the new franchise brought a wave of excitement to the WNBA community.

But even with the warm reception and promising start to the season, YN couldn’t shake the ache in her chest. Brooklyn had been her home. Sabrina had been her home.

Sabrina sat in the Liberty locker room, scrolling through highlights of YN’s Valkyries debut. Her girlfriend had been spectacular, dropping 22 points, 7 rebounds, and 5 assists in her first game with the team. The crowd had chanted YN’s name, and social media was ablaze with praise.

Sabrina should have felt nothing but pride. Instead, she felt a gnawing sadness. YN looked so happy out there—so settled in San Francisco. Sabrina couldn’t help but wonder if YN missed her as much as she missed YN.

“Hey, Ionescu” one of her teammates called, snapping her out of her thoughts. “You good?”

Sabrina forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

But she wasn’t.

Later that night, Sabrina called YN, her heart racing as she waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, babe” YN answered, her voice warm. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” Sabrina said, trying to keep her tone light. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Well, you’ve got perfect timing” YN said with a chuckle. “I was just about to call you. How’s everything in New York?”

Sabrina hesitated. “It’s fine. Same as always. How about you? How’s San Francisco?”

“It’s… good” YN said, though there was a hint of hesitation in her voice. “The team’s great, and the city’s beautiful. But I miss you.”

Sabrina’s breath hitched. “You do?”

“Of course I do” YN said, her voice softening. “Every time I step onto the court, I think about you. It’s not the same without you here.”

Sabrina closed her eyes, letting the words wash over her. “I miss you too. More than you know.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence filled with unspoken longing.

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Two weeks later, Sabrina found herself on a flight to San Francisco. The Liberty had a short break in their schedule, and she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to see YN.

When she arrived at YN’s apartment, the door flew open before she even had a chance to knock. YN pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground as Sabrina laughed.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” YN said, her smile brighter than the California sun.

“I missed you” Sabrina admitted, her arms wrapped around YN’s neck.

“I missed you too” YN said before leaning down to kiss her. It was a kiss filled with love and relief, the kind that made all the distance and late-night phone calls worth it.

They spent the next two days together, exploring the city and soaking up every moment they had. YN introduced Sabrina to her teammates, who immediately teased YN for being so obviously whipped.

“She hasn’t stopped smiling since you got here,” one of the Valkyries joked, earning a playful shove from YN.

“Can you blame me?” YN shot back, pulling Sabrina closer.

When it was time for Sabrina to head back to New York, the goodbye was harder than either of them expected.

“You’re going to kill it out there” YN said, holding Sabrina’s hands tightly.

“So are you” Sabrina replied. “Just… don’t forget to call me after every game, okay?”

“I promise” YN said, leaning in for one last kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too” Sabrina whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

As Sabrina walked away, YN watched her go, already counting down the days until they could be together again.

The distance was tough, but their love was tougher. Even across the country, they were each other’s biggest cheerleaders, proving that no trade or time zone could come between them.

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The weeks apart began to feel heavier. YN was thriving in San Francisco with the Valkyries, her name echoing through arenas as she dominated games. But as her career soared, her relationship with Sabrina felt like it was plummeting.

The calls became shorter, the texts less frequent. Sabrina was drowning in her own demanding season with the Liberty, the weight of expectations and the ache of missing YN wearing her thin. Their once easy conversations now felt strained, every exchange laced with unspoken frustrations.

It happened late one night. Sabrina had just finished a grueling game, her body aching and her mind racing. She checked her phone, hoping for a message from YN to brighten her mood. Instead, she saw an Instagram story: YN out with her teammates, laughing and carefree at a team dinner.

Jealousy and exhaustion clawed at Sabrina’s chest. Without thinking, she called YN.

“Hey, babe” YN answered, her voice light. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Sabrina repeated, her tone sharp. “I don’t know, YN. Maybe the fact that I haven’t heard from you in three days?”

YN frowned. “Sab, I’ve been busy. We’ve had back-to-back games and team stuff. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I do” Sabrina snapped. “But somehow, you always seem to have time for everyone else.”

“That’s not fair” YN said, her voice hardening. “I’ve been trying to balance everything, just like you are. You’re not exactly calling me every day either.”

The words spilled out before Sabrina could stop them. “Maybe this isn’t working anymore, YN. Maybe we’re fooling ourselves thinking we can do this.”

Silence.

When YN finally spoke, her voice was cold and distant. “If that’s how you feel, Sabrina, then maybe we shouldn’t.”

Before Sabrina could respond, the line went dead.

The days after the call were unbearable. Sabrina threw herself into basketball, hoping it would distract her from the gnawing emptiness inside her. But every time she stepped off the court, she felt the weight of YN’s absence like a physical ache.

Across the country, YN was equally miserable. She’d put on a brave face for her teammates, but inside, she was breaking. Every time her phone buzzed, she hoped it was Sabrina. But the silence between them stretched on, and with each passing day, the distance felt more permanent.

“You okay?” one of her Valkyries teammates, Iliana Rupert, asked one evening after practice.

“Yeah” YN lied, forcing a smile.

“Bullshit” Iliana said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been off for days. If this is about your girl, fix it. You’re miserable, and it’s making the rest of us miserable too.”

YN sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I don’t know if it’s fixable.”

“Only one way to find out” Iliana said with a shrug. “But sitting here sulking isn’t it.”

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It was a week later when Sabrina finally cracked. She couldn’t go another day without YN. She booked a last-minute flight to San Francisco, her heart pounding the entire way.

When she arrived at YN’s apartment, she hesitated before knocking. When the door opened, YN stood there, her expression a mix of surprise and guardedness.

“Sabrina” YN said, her voice neutral.

“Can I come in?” Sabrina asked, her voice shaky.

YN stepped aside, closing the door behind her. They stood in silence for a moment before Sabrina spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush.

“I’m sorry” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “I was frustrated and tired, and I took it out on you. I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t want to lose you, YN. You mean everything to me.”

YN crossed her arms, her gaze softening but still wary. “You really hurt me, Sabrina. You made me feel like I wasn’t enough.”

“You are enough” Sabrina said, stepping closer. “You’re more than enough. I just—I was scared. Scared that I was losing you, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

YN’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You could’ve just told me that.”

“I know” Sabrina whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry.”

YN stared at her for a long moment before letting out a shaky breath. “You’re such an idiot.”

And then she closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Sabrina’s in a desperate, heated kiss. Sabrina responded immediately, her hands tangling in YN’s hair as she poured all her love and regret into the kiss.

YN pulled Sabrina closer, their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened. It was messy and passionate, filled with the intensity of everything they’d been holding back.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless.

“I love you” Sabrina said, her forehead resting against YN’s. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”

“I love you too” YN said, her voice soft but sure. “Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”

“I won’t” Sabrina promised, sealing her words with another kiss.

That night, as they lay tangled together on the couch, the weight of the past weeks melted away. It wouldn’t be easy, but they both knew their love was worth fighting for.

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The air between them had lightened after Sabrina’s heartfelt apology. While the distance and challenges of their careers remained, their love felt stronger, more resilient. Both of them made a conscious effort to prioritize each other in ways they hadn’t before, and it showed.

A few weeks after their reconciliation, YN found herself finishing up practice when one of her teammates, Kate Martin, jogged up to her with a mischievous grin.

“Someone’s here to see you” Kate said, jerking her thumb toward the entrance.

“What?” YN asked, confused. She turned toward the doors and froze. Standing there, leaning casually against the wall, was Sabrina.

“Sab?” YN breathed, her heart skipping a beat.

Sabrina’s face lit up at the sight of her, and she pushed off the wall, walking over to YN. “Hey, baby,” she said, her voice soft and full of affection.

“What are you doing here?” YN asked, her grin widening as she wrapped her arms around Sabrina’s neck.

“Had a few days off” Sabrina said, pulling YN closer by the waist. “Figured I’d spend them with my favorite person.”

YN laughed, her cheeks flushing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it” Sabrina teased before leaning in to press a soft kiss to YN’s lips.

Around them, YN’s teammates let out exaggerated groans and whistles.

“Get a room!” Iliana called, making the rest of the team burst into laughter.

YN pulled back slightly, her face warm. “Ignore them” she whispered before kissing Sabrina again, earning more cheers from her teammates.

The next day, YN had a rare morning off, and Sabrina was determined to make the most of it. She’d woken up earlier, sneaking out to grab breakfast from a nearby café.

When YN finally stirred, Sabrina was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a tray of pastries and coffee beside her.

“Morning, sleepyhead” Sabrina said with a playful smile.

YN groaned, rubbing her eyes. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast in bed” Sabrina said, holding out a croissant. “Figured you deserved some spoiling.”

YN sat up, her hair a mess and her face still soft with sleep. “You’re too good to me,” she mumbled, taking a bite of the croissant.

“Not possible” Sabrina said, leaning over to kiss YN’s cheek.

YN turned her head, catching Sabrina’s lips with her own. The kiss was slow and sweet, the kind that made Sabrina’s heart feel full to bursting.

“I could get used to this” YN said when they finally pulled apart.

“Good” Sabrina said with a grin. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

A few days later, Sabrina accompanied YN to a Valkyries game. She sat courtside, wearing YN’s jersey with pride, her eyes glued to her girlfriend the entire time.

When YN hit a game-winning three-pointer in the final seconds, the crowd erupted. YN turned immediately toward Sabrina, pointing at her with a triumphant grin.

After the game, YN jogged over to Sabrina, ignoring the cameras and fans. She leaned over the barrier, pulling Sabrina into a kiss that left no doubt about her feelings.

“You’re amazing” Sabrina said, her hands resting on YN’s cheeks.

“No, you are” YN said with a laugh, kissing her again.

That evening, the two of them curled up on YN’s couch, a movie playing in the background as they talked and laughed. Sabrina had her head resting on YN’s chest, their fingers intertwined.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Sabrina asked softly, her voice almost hesitant.

“All the time” YN admitted, brushing her thumb over Sabrina’s knuckles. “And you’re always in it.”

Sabrina tilted her head up to look at YN, her eyes shining with emotion. “You mean that?”

“Of course” YN said, leaning down to kiss Sabrina gently. “You’re it for me, Sab.”

Sabrina smiled against YN’s lips, her heart feeling impossibly full. “I love you” she whispered.

“I love you too” YN said, her voice steady and sure.

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In the weeks that followed, YN and Sabrina found a rhythm that worked for them. They were still navigating the challenges of their careers, but they did so together, their love a steady foundation.

And though the road ahead wasn’t always easy, they knew they could face anything—as long as they had each other.

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The room was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the city streetlights outside. YN and Sabrina were lying side by side on YN’s bed, the air between them comfortable, filled with the quiet hum of the world beyond the walls.

YN’s head rested on Sabrina’s chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small patterns on her girlfriend’s shirt. They hadn’t said much in the past few minutes, both lost in their thoughts, savoring the peace they had found in each other’s presence after a long day of practice.

Finally, Sabrina broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. “Do you ever think about the first time we met?”

YN smiled, the memory flooding back instantly. “Yeah,” she said, shifting slightly to look up at Sabrina. “I do. You were laughing with your teammates, and I swear, I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

Sabrina chuckled, tucking a strand of YN’s hair behind her ear. “I remember thinking you were so focused, so intense. You’ve got this drive that’s impossible to ignore.”

YN’s eyes softened as she looked at her. “And I remember thinking that you were way out of my league, but I was too intrigued to stay away.”

Sabrina grinned at that, her heart swelling in her chest. “You were nervous, weren’t you?”

YN nodded, her smile a little sheepish. “I was terrified, to be honest. I had never felt that kind of pull toward someone before. But then you looked at me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence again, the weight of the moment sitting between them like a secret only they understood.

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The first time YN saw Sabrina play was during a Liberty game. YN had been in the stands, her family cheering on their respective teams, but her eyes were fixated on one person: Sabrina.

She had always admired her skills on the court, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely. Sabrina’s movement was fluid, her vision on the court precise, and her leadership undeniable. YN had felt an overwhelming sense of admiration, but also something more, something deeper. As Sabrina hit a clutch shot in the final seconds of the game, YN couldn’t help but whisper to herself, That’s the woman I want to be with.

When they first kissed, it had been during a quiet evening, just the two of them. After dinner, they had walked to the balcony to watch the sunset together. There was a sense of calm in the air, a mutual understanding that something was happening between them. Their first kiss was soft, tentative, full of sweetness. It felt like the beginning of something that couldn’t be undone.

The first date was nothing like either of them had expected. Sabrina had insisted on cooking for YN, and despite her usual confidence, she had been nervous in the kitchen. YN had teased her about it, but it only made the evening that much more memorable. After dinner, they ended up staying up late talking, sharing stories from their childhoods, their dreams, and their hopes. And when Sabrina had leaned in to kiss YN again, YN had kissed her back with a certainty she hadn’t felt before.

Their first night together had been filled with the kind of intimacy that didn’t need words. It was a night of discovery, of finding new ways to touch, to hold, and to understand each other. The moment they shared wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t about anything other than the undeniable connection they had built.

The first “I love you” had been a quiet confession, whispered in the dark. YN had been surprised when Sabrina said it first, her voice trembling with honesty. But YN had known. She had known in that moment that she loved Sabrina, too.

And then, of course, their first argument. The tension had been building for weeks, a mix of unspoken fears and insecurities. But it had been necessary. It had brought them closer together. It was through that argument that they realized how deeply they cared for each other, and how important it was to communicate, to always be there for one another.

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YN shifted again, rolling onto her side to face Sabrina. “You ever think about the future?” she asked quietly, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Sabrina’s eyes met hers, soft yet searching. “I think about it all the time.” She reached out to trace YN’s jawline with her fingers. “But I never know what’s coming. I know I want you in it, though.”

YN smiled at that, her heart swelling in her chest. “Me too. I don’t know where my career will take me, and I don’t know what’s next for us. But I want to keep doing this—being with you. No matter what.”

Sabrina nodded, a small smile playing at her lips. “I’m not going anywhere, YN. No matter how far apart we might end up, I’ll always be there for you. We’ll make it work. You and me.”

The weight of Sabrina’s words settled into YN’s heart, solidifying the bond between them. She had always known that nothing would come easy—nothing ever did for them—but the promise Sabrina had made gave YN hope.

YN leaned in and kissed Sabrina, the kiss deep and full of the love that had been growing between them since the day they met. It was an unspoken promise, a vow that no matter where their journeys took them, they would always find their way back to each other.

After a moment, they pulled away, both breathing a little heavier. YN rested her forehead against Sabrina’s. “No matter what the future holds, I want to face it with you by my side.”

Sabrina’s eyes softened, and she kissed YN’s forehead gently. “We’ll take it one step at a time, together.”

And for the first time, YN felt at peace with whatever the future might bring, because she knew they would face it together.

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The court was packed with fans, the atmosphere electric. It was the final game of the season, the game everyone had been waiting for—the game where Sabrina Ionescu and YN faced off against each other. But this time, it wasn’t just about basketball.

YN had been planning this moment for weeks, crafting the perfect proposal for the woman she loved. The team had been in on it from the start, all of them eagerly anticipating the big moment. But for now, it was all about the game.

Both teams had been playing fiercely. The Golden State Valkyries and the Liberty had been neck and neck throughout the entire match, neither team willing to give an inch. Every pass, every shot, every rebound felt like it was going to determine the fate of not just the game, but something far more important.

As the game neared its end, the score was still tied. YN’s heart raced—not from the pressure of the game, but from the anticipation of what was coming next. She could feel the tension in the air, the weight of the moment pressing down on her shoulders. This was it. Win or lose, she was about to ask Sabrina to spend the rest of her life with her.

The clock ticked down to the final moments of the game. YN dribbled the ball with purpose, sweat dripping down her face, her eyes fixed on the basket. Sabrina was guarding her closely, her focus unshakable. They were both determined to win, but only one of them could walk away with the victory.

YN’s heart pounded in her chest as she made her move, weaving past Sabrina with a burst of speed. She faked left, then pivoted right, jumping for the shot. The ball flew through the air in slow motion, and for a brief second, everything went quiet.

It landed perfectly in the net. The crowd erupted in cheers as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. The Valkyries had won.

As the celebration began, YN caught Sabrina’s eye from across the court. There was a look in Sabrina’s eyes—pride, respect, and something deeper, something more vulnerable. YN could see it, too: Sabrina’s love for her, no matter the outcome of the game.

The teams exchanged congratulations, but YN’s focus remained on one thing. She didn’t need to celebrate the win just yet. She had something more important to do.

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Back in the locker room, YN’s teammates helped set up the final piece of the plan. A massive poster was rolled out in front of Sabrina, who had just come in, still wiping the sweat from her face.

The poster was large, with bold, playful letters sprawled across it. On it, YN’s message waited for Sabrina, who stood frozen, her breath caught in her chest as she read the words:

“Will you make me the happiest winner in the world by marrying me?”

Sabrina’s eyes went wide, and her hand flew to her mouth in shock. YN was standing beside the poster, waiting for Sabrina’s reaction. She had kept this secret for months, but now, with Sabrina standing in front of her, it felt like the most important moment of her life.

YN took a deep breath and stepped forward, her heart beating faster than ever. “Sabrina,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, “I’ve spent every moment since we met thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life. You’ve shown me what love is, what partnership is, and I can’t imagine my future without you in it.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. The ring inside sparkled under the locker room lights as YN dropped to one knee.

“Sabrina Ionescu,” YN continued, her voice trembling but full of love, “I don’t care if we win or lose. I just want you. Will you marry me?”

Sabrina stood there, stunned, tears filling her eyes as she processed the question. The noise of the celebration around them faded into the background, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Her eyes flickered between the poster and YN, her heart overflowing. She had never expected this moment to come, not like this. But now, standing before YN, her love for her was so clear, so undeniable.

“YN…” Sabrina whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Of course, I will. Yes. Yes, I will marry you!”

A cheer erupted from the team as Sabrina leaned down to kiss YN, pulling her into a passionate, lingering kiss. The crowd’s noise, the victory, and the game all melted away in that moment as they celebrated their love, finally knowing that no matter what came next, they would always have each other.

The locker room was alive with joy and laughter as YN and Sabrina were surrounded by their teammates, all of them congratulating the couple. There was a warmth in the air, a sense of family that only basketball could bring.

“I knew it” Breanna grinned, throwing her arm around Sabrina’s shoulder. “You two are so obvious.”

Kate laughed. “We all knew something was up, but didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

Iliana and Marine Johaness hugged YN, teasing her about her nerves earlier in the day.

As the team celebrated, YN and Sabrina shared a quiet moment. Sabrina rested her forehead against YN’s, both of them savoring the reality of what had just happened.

“I may have won the game” YN said softly, smiling as she looked at Sabrina, “but this is the win of my life.”

Sabrina kissed her again, this time with all the love they had shared and all the promises of their future together.

“Yes, we did” she whispered against YN’s lips, “and we’ll win every day, as long as it’s with each other.”

And in that moment, YN knew: with Sabrina by her side, the future was full of nothing but victories, both on and off the court.

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The excitement leading up to Sabrina and YN’s wedding was palpable. Every day was filled with wedding plans, dress fittings, and coordinating with family and friends. The entire WNBA family seemed to be in on the planning, especially with their close-knit group of teammates and friends. YN and Sabrina made it clear that this was a team effort, and they couldn’t wait to have their loved ones by their side on the big day.

Carla Leite, their “first child” according to the inside joke they shared, was especially involved. She was always there to help YN with the small details, like choosing the perfect flower arrangements and making sure the wedding favors were just right.

Kate Martin, the couple’s “second child,” had taken it upon herself to help with organizing the wedding party. She was determined to make everything perfect, down to the tiniest detail.

And then there was Breanna, Sabrina’s best friend, who was the unofficial maid of honor. Breanna kept the energy high throughout the wedding preparations, checking in with both Sabrina and YN to ensure they were okay and offering plenty of advice, sometimes in the form of hilarious anecdotes. “I mean, you both look so happy,” she’d say, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Sue Bird, as always, played the role of the “mom” in the group, making sure everything was running smoothly and providing wise words of guidance whenever things got stressful. “Don’t worry,” Sue would assure them, “I’ve seen it all before.” It became an ongoing joke between Sabrina, YN, and Sue that she was their ‘mom,’ but everyone knew that Sue’s support was invaluable.

Marine, YN’s best friend, had been by their side since day one. She was always there to help YN with her personal style and wedding details. Whenever YN was indecisive, Marine would laugh and say, “This is for our best friend!” making sure that every decision reflected YN’s true personality.

Gabby, YN’s other best friend, had taken charge of the bachelorette party, ensuring that it would be the most memorable night ever. The night was filled with laughter, stories, and dancing, and Gabby wouldn’t let YN escape without a reminder. “You’re getting married to the love of your life!” she would shout with enthusiasm.

Diana, Sabrina’s other best friend, had become the go-to source of emotional support for both YN and Sabrina. Whenever they needed someone to talk to, Diana was there with a listening ear and a sarcastic remark to ease the tension. “You both better be ready for this wild ride,” she’d tease, knowing that Sabrina and YN had a lifetime of memories to make.

YN’s brother, Stephen, played a significant role in the wedding. Not only was he an amazing source of support for his sister, but he will also gave YN away at the wedding. Walking down the aisle with Stephen will be a moment YN would never forget. YN couldn’t help but smile at how much her family meant to her.

Klay Thompson and Jordan Poole, both longtime friends of YN, made sure the bachelor and bachelorette parties were filled with fun and unforgettable moments. With their easygoing personalities and humor, they kept the celebrations lighthearted. “You better show up to the game ready to play,” Klay would joke, adding to the fun of the wedding planning process.

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Finally, the big day arrived. The wedding venue was a beautiful outdoor location, with stunning views of the city skyline in the distance. The ceremony was set in a lush garden, with flowers everywhere and the sound of birds chirping in the background. YN could barely contain her excitement as she stood behind a white curtain, waiting for her moment to walk down the aisle.

Sabrina was already standing at the altar, a vision of beauty in her elegant wedding dress. YN’s heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of her. They had waited so long for this moment, and now, it was here.

Stephen stood beside YN, his face full of pride. He gave her a reassuring smile as he helped her adjust her veil. “You’re going to look amazing,” he whispered.

As YN took her first step down the aisle, she saw Sabrina’s face light up with love. Every step felt like a dream, and before long, she was standing face to face with the woman she would spend the rest of her life with.

“I do” Sabrina said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

“I do” YN replied, her voice shaky with happiness.

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The crowd erupted in applause, and as they exchanged vows, the world seemed to disappear around them. All that mattered was the two of them, committing to each other for eternity.

The reception that followed was full of laughter, music, and dancing. The wedding party was a whirlwind of energy as Breanna took over the dance floor with her signature moves. Sue, as always, had the best dance partner in the room, as she swirled around the dance floor with YN’s brother, Stephen.

Gabby and Diana made sure that no one was sitting down for too long, coaxing even the shyest people onto the dance floor. Marine and Iliana shared funny anecdotes from their playing days, while Klay and Jordan kept things lighthearted, teasing the couple with playful jokes.

As the night wore on, Sabrina and YN found themselves in a quiet moment together, away from the crowd. The night had been everything they dreamed of and more. Sabrina pulled YN close and kissed her, their love evident in every touch and every glance.

“I can’t believe we’re really married” YN whispered against Sabrina’s lips.

“I know,” Sabrina replied, smiling. “It’s just the beginning, though.”

And as they kissed under the stars, surrounded by their closest friends and family, YN knew this was just the start of their forever.

The night ended with YN and Sabrina stealing a private moment under the twinkling lights. Their friends and family had left to continue the celebrations, but the two of them stayed behind, savoring the intimacy of their love.

“I love you” Sabrina whispered, brushing a stray hair away from YN’s face.

“I love you too” YN responded, leaning in for another kiss, their hearts full of promise for the future.

As they walked hand in hand, together forever, the future felt bright—filled with endless possibilities, love, and the knowledge that no matter what came their way, they would always have each other.

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Sabrina’s move to the Golden State Valkyries was a huge step in her career. After spending several successful years with the New York Liberty, the opportunity to join the Valkyries was both exciting and daunting. The move meant she’d be closer to YN, who had already settled into the team, but it also meant adjusting to a new city, new teammates, and a fresh start in a new chapter of her professional life.

YN was ecstatic about the move, but she also understood how big of a change it was for Sabrina. She knew it wasn’t just about basketball—it was about building a future together, something they’d discussed in the past but never quite envisioned so soon. But now, with Sabrina finally in San Francisco, everything felt even more real.

Sabrina’s first night in San Francisco was one of the most memorable moments for both of them. After moving all her things into her new apartment, Sabrina took a long breath, standing at the window and looking out at the city lights. YN had come over after practice to help her settle in. The familiar warmth of her presence was just what Sabrina needed after a hectic few days of travel and packing.

“You’re really here” YN said softly, walking up behind Sabrina and wrapping her arms around her waist. Sabrina smiled, leaning into her.

“I’m really here” she said with a soft chuckle. “I can’t believe it.”

They shared a quiet moment, gazing at the city lights. It felt like they had waited a lifetime for this, and now it was finally happening.

Later that evening, after a cozy dinner together, they sat on the couch, sipping wine and talking about their future. The atmosphere was intimate, and for the first time in a while, they allowed themselves to really dream.

“I was thinking,” Sabrina began, her voice tentative. “Now that I’m here, closer to you… What do you think about… maybe starting a family? Like, down the road, of course, but…”

YN’s eyes softened at the question. They had talked about children before, but the idea of it becoming a reality was something new. YN was in full support of the idea, her smile widening as she reached for Sabrina’s hand.

“I’ve always wanted kids with you” YN said, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be right there with you.”

Sabrina squeezed her hand, feeling a rush of emotion. The idea of becoming parents together felt so right. She had always known she wanted a family someday, but now that she had YN by her side, the thought of having children seemed even more real.

“Maybe we can start trying soon?” Sabrina asked, her voice quiet but hopeful.

YN nodded, her smile growing. “Yeah. Let’s take our time, but whenever you’re ready, I’m ready too.”

The conversation was lighthearted, but beneath the surface was an unspoken understanding of the future they both wanted. It was a future filled with love, basketball, and a family of their own.

As the conversation drifted to more personal topics, the closeness between them was undeniable. Sabrina reached out to brush a strand of hair from YN’s face, her fingers lingering against YN’s skin for a moment longer than necessary. Their eyes locked, and the spark between them flared up once again.

Before either of them could say anything more, Sabrina leaned forward and captured YN’s lips in a kiss. It started slow, tender—almost sweet—but quickly deepened, as both of them melted into each other. YN’s hands roamed to Sabrina’s back, pulling her closer, while Sabrina’s fingers tangled in YN’s hair, the intensity between them building.

The kiss was filled with the kind of passion that only comes from knowing that no matter what happens, they were meant to be together. They paused only for a breath, but their lips found each other again in an urgent embrace.

“You’re mine” Sabrina murmured against YN’s lips, her breath shaky with emotion. “I can’t wait to build a future with you.”

YN smiled, their foreheads touching. “I’m yours, always.”

And with that, their lips met again, the kiss heated with the promise of what was to come—both in the future of their relationship and in their dream of having a family.

The morning after their passionate night, YN woke up to find Sabrina already up, preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The sight of Sabrina, wearing her favorite Golden State Valkyries hoodie, standing there making pancakes, made YN’s heart flutter. Sabrina had always been a mix of fierce and caring, and seeing her in this domestic moment made YN realize just how much she loved her.

Sabrina turned to look at YN, giving her a playful grin. “I made breakfast. You didn’t think I was going to let you starve, did you?”

YN chuckled, walking over to her and slipping her arms around Sabrina’s waist from behind. “I could never starve with you around.”

Sabrina leaned back into the embrace, resting her head on YN’s shoulder. “You know, I think I’m really going to love it here.”

YN smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. “Me too. This is just the beginning.”

As they enjoyed their breakfast together, the conversation drifted back to their dreams of a family. They talked about where they would want to live—whether they’d stay in San Francisco or move elsewhere—and how they envisioned their life together.

“I love the idea of a little basketball team running around the house” YN said with a grin, nudging Sabrina playfully.

Sabrina laughed, nodding. “Yeah, but we’ll need to make sure they get your shooting skills, not mine.”

YN smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’re perfect.”

The talk of the future felt like a natural progression in their relationship. They knew there would be challenges ahead, but together, they were ready to face whatever came their way.

The morning passed in a comfortable silence, their hands intertwined as they sat on the couch, planning their next steps. They had their entire lives ahead of them, and the world felt a little brighter with each passing day.

Later that night, as they lay in bed, their limbs tangled beneath the sheets, Sabrina kissed YN one last time before they both drifted off to sleep.

“You know I love you, right?” Sabrina whispered, her voice barely audible as her thumb traced the outline of YN’s hand.

YN smiled, pulling Sabrina closer. “I know. I love you too, always.”

And with that, they closed their eyes, content in the knowledge that their love was enough to carry them through whatever came next—whether that meant building a family or facing the next season of basketball together.

Whatever the future held, they would face it hand in hand.

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The news had come just months after Sabrina and YN had made the decision to start a family together. With the help of IVF, Sabrina was pregnant. It felt like a dream come true, one they’d talked about for years. The journey wasn’t easy, but it was worth every moment.

As Sabrina’s belly grew, so did the love between them. YN couldn’t help but smile every time they saw Sabrina rubbing her stomach, talking to their future child. Every day was a reminder of how far they’d come and how much love they had to give.

During the months of Sabrina’s pregnancy, YN couldn’t stop touching her belly, marveling at the life growing inside her. There was something magical about the way Sabrina’s stomach would move when the baby kicked, and YN loved being a part of it.

One evening, as they sat on the couch, YN had their hand resting on Sabrina’s belly. The baby gave a little kick, and Sabrina looked at YN, her face lighting up with excitement.

“Did you feel that?” Sabrina asked, her voice full of awe.

YN smiled, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes! Our little one is already playing basketball in there.”

Sabrina laughed softly, rubbing her belly lovingly. “I think this one will be a mix of you and me. We’ll have to teach them how to shoot, right?”

“Definitely” YN replied with a grin. “But you know, we’re going to have to get them on a basketball court as soon as possible.”

The two of them shared a laugh, their hands intertwined as they both looked down at Sabrina’s growing belly.

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The day arrived when they finally learned the gender of their baby. Sabrina was nervous but excited, and YN was right there by her side, holding her hand.

Sabrina opened the envelope slowly and looked at the piece of paper inside. She smiled and turned to YN with tears in her eyes.

“It’s a boy” Sabrina whispered, her voice full of emotion.

YN’s heart skipped a beat. A boy. The thought of having a son made everything feel even more real. YN smiled widely, leaning in to kiss Sabrina.

“We’re having a boy” YN repeated, almost in disbelief. “I can’t wait to teach him how to play, to be like us.”

Sabrina’s face lit up as she rested her hand on YN’s. “I’m going to teach him everything. He’ll be amazing.”

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As they prepared for their baby’s arrival, the conversation turned to who would be the godparents. They both agreed right away—Steph, YN’s brother, would be the godfather, and Breanna, Sabrina’s best friend, would be the godmother.

“I want Breanna to be the godmother” Sabrina said, her voice full of conviction. “She’s been like a sister to me, and I can’t imagine anyone else being a part of this.”

YN smiled, knowing how much Breanna meant to Sabrina. “I think Steph will be the perfect godfather,” they agreed. “He’s going to spoil him.”

Sabrina grinned. “I know. He’s going to be so proud. He’s already a great uncle.”

The excitement about the baby’s future kept building with each passing day. With the godparents chosen and the nursery almost ready, all that was left to do was wait.

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Finally, the day came. Sabrina went into labor, and YN stayed by her side the entire time. The contractions came strong and fast, but Sabrina stayed calm, knowing she wasn’t alone. YN never left her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement.

“You’re doing amazing, babe” YN said softly as Sabrina squeezed their hand. “Our little boy will be here soon.”

Sabrina smiled, even though it was obvious she was exhausted. “I know. I can’t wait to meet him.”

When the moment arrived, and the baby’s cries filled the room, Sabrina and YN exchanged a look of pure joy. Tears filled their eyes as they held their son for the first time, both of them in awe of the little life they had brought into the world.

“He’s perfect” Sabrina whispered, looking at their baby. “Look at him, YN. He’s ours.”

YN nodded, tears falling down their cheeks. “I can’t believe he’s here. I’m so in love with him. And with you.”

The days following the birth were a whirlwind of new parenthood. They named their son Jackson, and every moment spent with him felt like magic. Sabrina and YN were both in awe of their son, spending hours holding him, talking to him, and soaking in every precious second.

YN would often spend time sitting on the couch, Jackson nestled in their arms, while Sabrina watched them with a smile.

“I can’t believe we have a little boy” YN whispered one evening, looking down at their son. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Sabrina kissed YN on the cheek. “Me too. We’re going to be great parents.”

As the days passed, their love for Jackson—and for each other—only grew. It was clear that they were ready for this next chapter in their lives.

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A few weeks after Jackson’s birth, YN was back on the court for a game with the Golden State Valkyries. They’d been missing their family and were excited to play, but nothing could compare to the sight of Sabrina walking into the arena, holding Jackson in her arms.

The crowd went quiet for a moment as Sabrina walked to the sidelines, and then they erupted in applause. Sabrina smiled as she made her way over to YN, and when YN saw her, they couldn’t help but rush over.

“You came” YN said, their voice full of surprise and joy.

Sabrina nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Of course. I couldn’t miss seeing you play. And Jackson wanted to see his mom in action.”

YN gently took Jackson from Sabrina’s arms, kissing the little boy on the cheek. “I love you, buddy. You’re going to see your mom score some points today.”

Sabrina laughed, her heart full of happiness. “I think Jackson’s going to be a huge fan of yours.”

YN grinned, leaning down to kiss Sabrina deeply, a moment of quiet love amidst the noise of the game. When they pulled away, YN smiled at their son, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

“I’m going to make you proud, Jackson” YN whispered before returning to the court, their heart full of love for their family.

After the game, Sabrina and YN headed home together, Jackson between them in his car seat. The night was peaceful, and YN couldn’t help but reach over to take Sabrina’s hand.

“I love you so much” YN whispered, squeezing Sabrina’s hand.

Sabrina smiled softly, her eyes glancing at Jackson in the backseat. “I love you too. You’re the best mom.”

YN grinned, feeling the warmth of the moment. “We’re a family now. And there’s nothing better than that.”

When they got home, they cuddled on the couch with Jackson, the three of them together. It was perfect. The future was unknown, but with Sabrina and Jackson by their side, YN knew they were ready for whatever came next.

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A Spark in the Darkness

Chapter 4 A Twist of Fate

Description: This chapter describes a deepening intimacy between Joel and You, marked by shared vulnerabilities and a growing understanding of each other's past traumas. Finally you get closer on emotional level and your first kiss..There is happy moments and drama too. 😊

Pairing: You / Joel Miller (early 30/56)

Words count: 1170

Part 1 🖤

Ellie woke you both with a frantic shout. "Joel! [Your Name]!"

You sat up groggily, startled awake.

Two figures stood in the dark. A young man held a gun pointed at you. Beside him, a small boy pointed gun at Joel.

"Eyes on me," the young man commanded, his voice low and strained. "Eyes on me. You don't have to worry about what to say. We don't wanna hurt you. We wanna help you."

Ellie simply said, "Okay." You just nodded.

The man hesitated. "I don't know what the next step is with something like this," he admitted, his voice laced with uncertainty. "But if I lower my gun… we didn't hurt you… so you don't hurt us… right?"

Joel, ever the pragmatist, agreed. "That's right."

As you and Joel cautiously sat up, the man introduced himself. "My name's Henry," he said. "That's my brother, Sam." He paused. "I'm the most wanted man in Kansas City. Although right now… my guess is you're running a close second."

After a tense exchange of introductions, Henry explained. "I know this city. I know how to get you out of here."

"We can use the old tunnels," Henry said, his eyes gleaming with a newfound resolve. "They run deep beneath the city. It's our best bet."

Joel hesitated. But he knew Henry was right. You needed to get out of the city, and fast.

"Alright," Joel finally agreed, his voice gruff.

You found a small room deep within the labyrinth of tunnels. You decided to rest and wait for the cover of darkness before attempting their escape.

You sat with Joel and Henry at a small, table. Ellie and Sam were playing their laughter echoing through the cramped space.

Henry, his gaze fixed on the floor, confessed, "I'm the bad guy. I did a bad guy thing."

Joel stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"I… I killed Kathleen's brother," Henry admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "In exchange for… for Sam's medicine. He had leukemia."

Joel still looking at him.

"I know," Henry said, his voice thick with regret. "I am the bad guy. But you get it, though. You might not be her father… but you were someone’s.

Joel looked down at the floor, his face etched with a sadness. You noticed that the pain he was hiding.

You stood up, joining Ellie and Sam. They were playing with the ball around the room, their laughter filling the small space.

Henry, looked at Joel. "Are you a couple?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. "She is very beautiful women. You're an lucky guy."

Joel stammered, "No… we are not…" He paused, his gaze meeting yours. "Not…we are just...."

You called to Joel and Henry, "Come on, let's play! Let's cheer you guys up."

Joel hesitated. "No, I'm too old for this."

"Oh no, come on," you insisted. "Just five minutes. You can be on a team with Henry. Let's see who wins."

Henry immediately jumped to his feet. "I'm in!" he declared.

Joel, seeing the eagerness in the children's eyes, reluctantly agreed. "Alright" he grumbled, standing up.

You started playing, the laughter of the children filling the small room. Ellie, surprisingly agile, managed to score a point.

"Yes!" she cheered.

You continued to play, the game a welcome distraction from the weight of the past few days. In the end, your team wins and Ellie and Sam were so happy.

Joel couldn't help but smile. "Fine" he conceded, "You got me."

He looked at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. You knew that smile, that rare glimpse of humor, was a small victory in itself.

"We've waited long enough," he said, his voice serious. "We should go."

It was time to move on. For a brief moment, there had been only laughter, joy, and the fleeting feeling of normalcy.

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After a escape through the tunnels, you emerged onto the surface. But your respite was short-lived. A sniper in a nearby tower opened fire.

Joel, reacting instantly, sprinted towards a nearby tower, killing him.

Kathleen, along with a small militia, was closing to you. You were surrounded and and Henry decided to surrender.

As she moved to kill Henry, a terrifying sight unfolded before you. A horde of infected, seemingly emerging from the underground, erupted from the tunnel system. The militia was quickly overwhelmed.

"Ellie!" you yelled, your voice cutting through the chaos. "Go to Joel!"

You looked at the tower yelling to Joel "Cover up Ellie!"

You fought back, a whirlwind of motion, gun and knife a blur in your hands. You were full of rage. Joel, watching you fight, his eyes widened in disbelief. He had never seen you like this before – a furious, and such a fighter. He had taken down every clicker that came near Ellie.

You managed to clear a path for you but Kathleen, stopped your escape. Just as she raised her weapon, a child clicker, lunged at her.

The chaos subsided, leaving a trail of death and destruction in its wake as you run away.

After escaping the chaos, you found an abandoned motel on the outskirts of the city. Exhausted and traumatized, you all tried to rest.

Later that night, Sam showed to Ellie that he had been bitten.

Ellie, despite her fear, insisted on trying to help him. Using her own blood, she carefully applied it to the bite wound, hoping against hope that her immunity would somehow help him.

The next morning, her worst fear were confirmed. Sam attacked Ellie. Henry, frozen in shock, hesitated for a heartbeat. Then he raised his gun and shot his own brother.

Distraught, he was still holding gun.

Joel tried to stop him, but it was too late. Henry, overcome with grief and guilt, turned the gun on himself. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the motel room.

You watched it all unfold, a chilling emptiness settling over you. You had seen so much death, so much suffering.

Joel and you buried them.

You looked at Joel "I'm so tired of this," you whispered. "Tired of seeing people die."

Joel looked at you, a sadness etched on his face. "Me too," he admitted.

You set your journey off on foot, heading west.

PART 2🩶

After days of relentless travel, you finally stumbled upon a small cabin nestled deep within the woods. An elderly couple resided there. Joel, desperate for information for his brother, questioned them about your location, but they didn't help so much.

As you prepared to leave, Joel experienced a sudden panic attack. He gasped for air, his face pale and clammy.

"Joel, are you okay?" Ellie asked, her voice filled with concern. "Holy shit, are you dying?"

You approached him, your hand gently resting on his arm. "Joel? Breathe...Look at me. I'm here with you."

He took a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure. "I'm… I'm fine," he stammered. "It's just the… the cold air all of a sudden."

"All right, uh… so let's go and find Tommy and, and the Fireflies…," Ellie said, trying to lighten the mood. "All we have to do is cross the River of Death."

You say "River of Death, huh?"

"Yeah," Ellie said, her voice surprisingly steady.

"There's some caves along the river," Joel suggested, his voice regaining some of its usual gruffness. "We'll set up camp there, cross in the mornin'."

"Good," Ellie said, her stomach rumbling. "I'm starving."

"We need to rest," you agreed.

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After you settled in around the campfire, Joel pulled out a small hip flask. He took a long sip.

"Ahh… Can I have some?" Ellie asked.

"No," Joel replied.

"What? Just to warm up," Ellie whined. "C'mon."

Joel relented, handing her the flask. She took a small sip, then promptly coughed. "Yep… still gross," she admitted.

You chuckled, watching the exchange.

"So, I've been thinking," Ellie said, her voice barely a whisper. "Let's say we find the Fireflies, it all works, they draw my blood and put it through some of their fancy machines and make a cure."

"Okay?" Joel said, his voice flat.

"Then what?" Ellie continued. "Like, what do we do? You can do anything you want. Where are you going? What are you doing?"

Joel looked at you, a rare softness in his eyes. "It's never been an option," he admitted, clearing his throat. "Maybe… an old farmhouse, some land…a ranch."

"Sheep," he adds. "I would raise sheep. They're quiet… do what they're told."

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Okay."

"So, just you and a buncha sheep," Ellie teased. "Romantic."

"And what about you?" Ellie asked, turning to you. "Where are you gonna go?"

"I've always dreamed of a house on a lake," you said, a wistful smile playing on your lips. "With a small barn, maybe a couple of animals. Far away from people. I would spend my days reading books and taking photos. That was my favorite thing, capturing beautiful moments so they could stay forever. "

Joel looked at you, his gaze lingering on your face. A strange emotion, a mixture of admiration and something deeper, flickered in his eyes.

You felt a strange warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time.

After a while, Ellie drifted off to sleep. Joel, however, remained awake, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the campfire. He thought about your words, about the life you had imagined. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was a place for him in that picture, a place for you two.

"You never mentioned having… you know… a boyfriend or… anything," Joel said, his voice surprisingly hesitant.

You felt a blush creep up your neck. "Oh yes…I actually…well, there was somebody long time ago."

He looked at you, waiting for you to continue.

"I have really never talked about this with anybody," you admitted. "It's just… it's so hard for me everytime I remember him."

"It's okay if you don't want to…" Joel said gently.

"No, it's alright," you said, taking a deep breath. "While I was in the base, I met him there. He came from another QZ. He was Major Archie Gates…"Joel leaned closer, his eyes intent.

"He was a little bit older than me," you continued, a faint smile touching your lips. "But he was such a good man. With that soldier's bearing, but still… still a little boy around me."

Joel chuckled. "I'm not surprised," he admitted, "I know what you do to me."

You laughed, a soft, melodic sound that broke the tension. "He would always say he loves me and he would say that every damn time he sees me and I would just roll my eyes and say, 'I know.' I guess that hurts me so much." You admitted, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek. "I only told him once…that I love him… it was during a fight. He… he sacrificed himself to save me."

"Thank you for listening to me," you whispered, your voice hoarse.

Then, trying to shake off the lingering sadness, I said, "I have to show you something." I reached into your backpack and pulled out an old, worn notebook. "I keep these with me always."

You opened the notebook and showed him a faded photograph of your parents. "This is my mom and dad," you explained.

You continued to flip through the pages, showing him pictures from your childhood – a smiling little girl with pigtails, a teenager posing awkwardly with her friends.

He smiled, pointing at a picture of me as a baby. "You were a cute," he commented.

You smiled back. "I know, right?"

Then, as I swiped through the pictures, he stopped on one. "Is this… is this him?" he asked, pointing at a man in a military uniform.

You nodded.

"Well," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face, "he was handsome."

"Well, not more than you," you teased,your heart fluttering.

He grinned. "You have good taste in men."

Then you say "I know."

"What happened to him?" Joel asked.

"That is another long story," you said, shaking your head, the pain of the memories still fresh. He says "We have time, if you want to continue..."

You paused for a minute, playing with your fingers you were nervous.

"I was kidnapped by some raiders," You began, your voice a low murmur. "I was on a mission of clearing a building. They wanted information about the location of a fabric of drugs and weapons in the Atlanta. They knew I was the General's daughter, they were following me. They thought I knew that. Shortly after, my father came to save me. Together with Major Gates and a couple more soldiers, they arrived."

"And they did it?" Joel asks.

You answer "Yes but… on our way back we got attacked by infected," you continued, your voice catching. "I watched him fight with them, and I… I left him there…His last words were I love you and run."

"Father and I managed to escape."

Joel hugged you. And you continued talking.

"On our way back my father saw that he was bitten. He… he knew what was coming. He stopped the car… He told me.. to go on, to survive. He said… he said he didn't want to become one of them."

You buried your face in your hands, the memories flooding back, vivid and painful. "I couldn't… I couldn't even hug him one last time," you sobbed. "I had to… I had to shoot him."

Joel pulled you into his arms, his embrace gentle and comforting. You clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably. He held you close, letting you grieve, letting you release the pain that had been bottled up inside you for so long.

You looked at him, wiping tears from your face. "Thank you for listening to me," you whispered.

Leaning closer, you kissed him. It was a soft, tentative kiss.

You pulled away slightly, breathless.

Joel cupped your face, his gaze intense. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair.

When you finally broke apart, you hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. "Joel," you whispered, "I see pain in your eyes. I know you have lost something precious. I just want you to know you can share your pain with me."

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "And I will tell you everything. I promise." He sighed deeply.

He waited for couple minutes, trying to gaining strength to tell everything.

"On the day of the outbreak… I lost my daughter, Sarah."

You watched as the pain, raw and unfiltered, flooded his eyes. "I failed her," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I lost her because I couldn't protect her."

You gently wiped away a tear that rolled down his cheek. "It's not your fault, Joel, you did everything to save her" you said softly. "That was her destiny."

You held his close, your embrace a source of comfort and strength. Then you asked "And Sarah's mother?

"She left me years ago before outbreak," he confessed, his voice a mere whisper. "She… she went for a better life. We were young, crazy in love. Just high-school love."

He sighed, the memory clearly still painful.

You looked at him, "I don't know what my destiny will be," you said "but I will never leave you."

You held each other, the silence broken only by the crackling of the fire. As sleep began to claim you, a sense of peace, a fragile hope, settled over you. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could find a way to heal, to move forward, together.

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You woke up in the morning, still nestled in Joel's arms. Ellie was standing a few feet away, watching you.

"Good morning," she said, grinning. "You look cute like that."

Joel flinched, surprised. "Why didn't you wake us?" he grumbled.

"I woke up early," Ellie explained. "You were passed out, so I took second watch."

"You can't do things like this," Joel scolded, though his voice lacked real severity.

"But I can… 'cause I just did," Ellie retorted, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"We're responsible for you, okay?" Joel reminded her.

"Then don't fall asleep," Ellie teased. "What can I say, man? I'm a natural."

"You wake us up next time," you said, smiling.

"Yes," Ellie agreed.

You continued our trip, the tension of the previous day fading with the rising sun.

"You should teach me how to hunt," Ellie said suddenly.

"Sure," you agreed.

"I think you can handle the shootin'," Joel added "Not so sure about the dressin'."

"What's that?" Ellie asked, her brow furrowed.

"The part where you take the guts out," Joel explained.

You shuddered. "I hate that part."

"Still interested, huh?" you asked Ellie.

"Definitely," she replied.

As you were passing an old dam, Ellie asked, "So that made electricity?"

"Yeah," Joel said. "Don't ask me. I don't have a clue." He turned to you. "Maybe she knows."

You laughed. "Actually, I do. I've read a couple of books." You turned to Ellie and explained how everything works.

"Wow," Ellie exclaimed. "That's amazing!"

"Hey, Joel," Ellie said, her voice suddenly serious. "What if this is the River of Death?"

And at that moment, your peaceful journey was interrupted. A group of men on horseback emerged from the trees, surrounding you.

"Get behind me," Joel said, his voice low and urgent. He turned to the men, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "We ain't lookin' for any trouble. We're just passin' through."

"Drop the gun," one of the men demanded, his voice hard.

"Okay, easy," Joel said, slowly lowering his weapon.

"You been near Infected?" the man asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"There's no Infected out here," Joel replied, his voice steady.

"Last chance for a bullet," the man threatened. "If you've been infected, he will smell it, and he will rip you up."

The man gestured to a dog that had been circling them. Your gaze flickered to Ellie, your eyes filled with concern.

Joel froze, fear gripping him. But then, to Joel's surprise, Ellie started giggling. The dog, after a thorough sniffing didn't notice anything. Man called the dog back.

"What are you doin' out here?"men asked Joel.

"I'm just lookin' for my brother," Joel replied, his voice gruff. "That's all, nothin' more."

A woman on horseback, her face etched with the lines of hardship, spoke up. "What's your name?"

"Joel," he replied.

"I know where your brother is," the woman said, "Follow us."

And so, with a mixture of trepidation and cautious hope, you went with them.

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