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luvergirl-535 · 7 months ago

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something like love

part - 1

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 4.1k

c/w - language

a/n - hi!! i am so so excited to be posting my first ever pazzi fic (and also my first post on tumblr!) she’s a cute little fake-dating rom-com for yall, and i hope you enjoy reading it as much i enjoyed writing it! updates will probably be inconsistent but im gonna do my best lol. lmk what yall think!! (edit: side note, this is obviously all fiction! i’m sure paige’s mom and step-dad are perfectly good people irl, lol)

“Will you go out with me?”

When Paige asks this question during their weekly lunch date, Azzi is so taken aback that she almost chokes on her Chipotle.

“Shit, you good?” Paige asks, concerned, handing Azzi a napkin to cough into.

Azzi waves her off, swallows, and croaks, “What?”

“Hm?” Paige is staring at her nonchalantly, like she didn’t just ask what Azzi heard her ask. “Oh, that. Yeah, will you?”

“I don’t—“ Azzi shakes her head. Is she being messed with? It feels a lot like she’s being messed with. “Paige, you’re my best friend.”

“Exactly.”

“I didn’t know you…had, like, feelings for me.”

“Huh? No!” Wide-eyed, Paige shakes her head violently. “No, ‘course I don’t.”

Azzi’s stomach clenches—not in the good way it sometimes does around Paige—and she thinks Paige could’ve bothered to sound less disgusted by the notion of her having feelings for Azzi. “Funny, P.”

“I’m for real.”

Azzi frowns. “Actually?” Paige nods and Azzi wrinkles her brow, confused. “So you wanna go out with me but you don’t feel…like that about me.”

“Were you even listening earlier?” Paige playfully rolls her eyes, sitting all casually in her seat with her legs spread like she has the biggest dick on campus. Azzi usually loves it when she sits like that, but now she’s too annoyed and confused to appreciate it. “I was talking about my mom.”

“Oh.” To be fair, Azzi stopped listening a while ago, when Paige was still talking about the hot electrician that fixed her leaky sink the other day. She wasn’t aware the conversation had taken a more serious tone. “Sorry, I spaced. What were you saying?”

“I was saying she and her fuckass husband invited me home for a few weeks this summer…” Paige waits, but it doesn’t ring any bells, so she sighs and continues. “They told me to bring Josh.”

Azzi scrunches her nose. “Eww, why?”

“Because…I haven’t really, like, you know…” Paige tips her head to the side, “told them we ended things.”

“Paige,” Azzi sighs.

“I know! I know. Just, I dunno.” Paige sighs, and Azzi knows she’s trying to act chill about it even though she likely laid awake last night thinking about it. “It’s hard, y’know? They’re not like my dad’s side, they’re not like your parents. You know what they did after I told them…” Paige glances surreptitiously around the restaurant, even though they’re far away from campus and not very likely to be recognized, “everything. And if I told them about Josh and they suspected something, I don’t think they’d let me see Ryan and Lauren again.” Her eyes are wide, now, and she’s doing that thing she does when she gets mad, pinching her bottom lip between her fingers.

Paige and Josh were never actually a thing, by the way. Paige doesn’t swing that way and she’s known it for a long time. But she came out to her mom over the new year, and that phone call had ended in a seething Paige at Azzi’s door, yelling and cursing while Azzi listened, and a broken one in her bed that night, crying herself to sleep while Azzi stroked her hair.

So a couple months later Paige recruited their closeted gay friend, Josh. And they became each other’s beards, pleasing her mom enough that she could stay in contact with her younger siblings. That is, until Josh found a nice boyfriend and Paige was left hanging.

Azzi tries to come up with something to say, something comforting, but she’s not sure there is anything to say.

“And I hate them for that,” Paige goes on. “But as long as Ryan and Lauren are still kids, my parents can still keep them from me. And it sucks they’re holding that over my head but there’s not a lot I can do about it.”

Azzi offers a sad little smile, letting her silence urge Paige to go on, even though she can tell it’s hard for her.

“So, anyway,” Paige sighs, sitting back in her seat, “when Josh ended it, I didn’t wanna tell them, because I knew the calls would stop coming, the support. And so whenever they asked about him, I’d be all, oh, yeah, he’s doing great, just busy. Just bullshitting my way through it.”

“And you’ve been doing this for the past two months?”

“Umm…” Paige looks down at her fingers, counting on them, then furrows her eyebrows. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Okay…” Azzi leans forward on her elbows. “So how does your weird question come into all this?”

“Don’t say no right away,” Paige says, giving her this knowing look she hates.

Azzi narrows her eyes at her. “We’ll see.”

Paige reaches over to whack her and misses. “Lemme explain, damn. So, when they called me last night and invited me to come home with Josh, I was like, oh, shit. And I thought of ways I could handle it.”

“Uh-huh…” Azzi watches with wary eyes as Paige bends to rummage through her book bag. “Paige, tell me you’re not—”

“Let me introduce you to…” Paige keys up her laptop and then turns the screen toward Azzi with a wide smile, “Boom!”

“Oh my fucking god.” Azzi buries her head in her hands.

“No, bro, listen! It’s lowkey impressive!” Paige taps the screen. “It’s titled Game Plan for my Summer Visit to my Fuckass Parents, featuring Azzi Fudd. By Paige Bueckers.”

“Good Lord,” Azzi says, taking a peek at the PowerPoint in front of her. When has Paige ever gone to such lengths as to create a PowerPoint before? This must really be serious to her.

“So, listen carefully.” Paige taps the screen again; it changes from the title slide to one labeled ‘First (and worst) Option’. “I put the worst part because it’s true, but it’s also a lil rhyming moment.”

“Right, okay. Just keep going, please.”

“So, this is the first option that came to mind,” Paige starts, glancing down at the screen. “This is the option where I ghost my parents and refuse to come see them at all.” She taps the screen to a pros and cons slide. “As you can see, I mostly only came up with cons.”

“Yeah, because it’s a terrible idea.”

“I know. So then we have option two.” The next slide is labeled ‘Option Two (mid)’. “I put the mid part because—“

“I get it.”

Paige shoots her a look. Azzi playfully kicks her under the table. “Go on.”

“Okay.” Paige nudges Azzi’s foot with her own, but her attention is back to the laptop. “This is the scenario where I let my parents think that Josh and I are still together by telling them that I can come to Montana, but that Josh can’t. It’d be pretty easy, and as you can see here…” she clicks the screen, “there’s an even ratio of pros to cons.”

Azzi nods sagely. Sometimes, her best friend takes a while to get to the point, and Azzi learned a long time ago that waiting it out is the best way to go.

“But there is this one big con: I can’t keep lying to my parents forever. So this option is pretty much a way to procrastinate on telling them the truth. Which takes us to the last option.”

This slide is titled ‘Third Option (THE BEST)’ along with a few muscle emojis tacked to the end. A headache forms at the base of Azzi’s skull.

“This is where my awesome idea comes in.” Paige gives her a very self-satisfied smile. “Instead of Josh, I take you with me to Montana and we pretend you’re my girlfriend for two weeks. Literally a genius idea.” She leans back in her seat, nodding assuredly to herself, and Azzi can’t help but smile because she really loves this girl. Despite how bat-shit crazy she is.

“P, I don’t—“

“Hear me out.” Paige clicks to the final slide. This pros and cons list is mostly pros, and Azzi spots many love-emojis sprinkled throughout. “We pretend we’ve been dating since beginning of March. They know you’re my best friend; we’ll pretend that after Josh broke up with me, you and I bonded and fell in love or some shit. My parents won’t be happy, but I’ll already be there with you so they won’t kick me out or nothing.” Paige frowns. “Probably.”

Ok, so, Azzi absolutely hates to admit it, but this does actually make some sense. Not that she’ll ever say such a thing out loud.

“And then they’ll realize we’re totally in love and I’m happy and even if they hate gay shit they just want me to be happy, because I’m their kid.” Paige says this last part less like a fact and more like something she’s trying to convince herself of. Azzi can’t help but feel bad for her.

“Okay,” Azzi says slowly, watching Paige tuck away her laptop. “That’s your plan.”

“Yep.”

“I’m seeing a few plot holes.”

Paige waves her off. “It’ll work. No plan of mine is gonna fail, trust.”

“And why should I help you?”

Paige gives her an easy smile, and Azzi sort of hates how confident she is. “Because I’m your best friend in the whole world and you love me.”

Azzi raises an eyebrow.

“C’mon, Az. What is there to lose?”

Azzi sighs and almost says something stupid like I’m in, but this isn’t just one of those things that she can help Paige with without thinking twice. It’ll be two weeks of torture, pretending to date the girl she’s secretly in love with while being surrounded by her homophobic family, and then having to come home at the end of the two weeks and pretend she never got to experience a glimpse of what it’s like to be with Paige in the way she’s always wanted.

It sounds like hell.

Azzi sighs again, ready to say no, but when she looks up Paige is staring at her with something more vulnerable than before, open in the way she bites her lip, her arm reaching across the table like she’s wearing her heart on her sleeve and waiting for Azzi to take it.

Azzi takes her hand, instinctually, and says, “Okay.”

She is so fucking gone for this girl.

————————————-

They don’t talk about it for two days after that. It’s not that they don’t get the chance, or that they don’t see each other—they go to the gym together both days—it’s just that neither of them seems to have the guts to bring it up. And why should they? It wasn’t too scary while they were having the original conversation—nothing too big or threatening or, god forbid, real—but as soon as Azzi stepped into her dorm after that lunch, she realized just how much she fucked up by saying yes to Paige’s crazy idea.

It would be an understatement to say that talking about it is the last thing Azzi wants to do at this point.

Paige, however, seems to have other plans, as she usually does. When she storms into the living room—where almost every single member of the UConn women’s basketball team is doing homework—she makes a beeline for the seat beside Azzi on the couch and whispers, “Hey.”

Nika leans up from the floor to poke Paige with her pencil. “No chit-chat, we’re working.”

Paige glares. “What, I can’t talk to my best friend?”

“Shh,” hisses Aaliyah, barely pulling her eyes from her laptop.

Paige flips her off even though Aaliyah is too immersed to notice, and then she turns her attention back to Azzi, bumping their knees together. “Can we talk later?”

Azzi pretends to be focused on studying. “Mm. About?”

“About…” Paige glances around furtively, “y’know.”

Yes, Azzi does in fact know, but she really wishes she didn’t. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Paige says sarcastically. “Specifics? Rules? Details? I prepared a whole new PowerPoint.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing the past couple of days.”

“Yeah, turns out I love PowerPoint.”

Azzi finally cautions a glance up, and Paige is looking at her, completely serious. The eye contact seriously messes with her ability to make sound decisions.

“Okay,” Azzi relents. “As long as you’re quiet for the next forty minutes, we can talk.”

Paige, dutifully, doesn’t say a word for the rest of Azzi’s worktime, letting everyone study in peace. And that’s how Azzi ends up in Paige’s bedroom an hour later, perched on the edge of her bed while Paige struggles with her laptop.

“Okay, fuck this,” Paige says after extensive fiddling. “My stupid fucking PowerPoint isn’t loading. What the hell.”

Every bone in Azzi’s body wants to take this as a sign from God, the fact that this PowerPoint isn’t working, that they’re not supposed to do this. She wants to walk out of the room—and this agreement—for good. But Paige is her best friend and Azzi had always been too loyal for her own good, so she sighs and says, “How about we just talk about it? Y’know, like normal people.”

Paige frowns but closes her laptop regardless. “Okay. So.”

“So…”

“First off,” Paige says when Azzi doesn’t continue, “I just felt like I should probably say sorry for dragging you into this.” Paige scratches the back of her neck, always a little awkward when it comes to apologies. “I know it’s a lot to ask for.”

Azzi blinks, startled. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, well…” should she back out? If she were going to, now’s her chance.

Azzi looks down at a scab on her knee. “I mean, that’s okay.”

Paige shifts in her seat, the stool creaking underneath her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to help with one of your ridiculous plans.” Azzi goes for lighthearted but knows it falls flat under the weight of what she’s going to have to do.

“Okay.” When Azzi looks up, Paige is staring at her suspiciously. She wonders just how bad of an actress she must be for Paige, the same Paige who hasn’t yet detected Azzi’s somewhat obvious, six-years-long crush on her, to see right through her. But then she just shrugs and continues, aloof like she always is. “So then I wanted to ask you about what you think we should do about…all this.”

“…Okay?”

“I was thinking we should get into the, like. The specifics.”

Azzi rolls her eyes. “Paige, just tell me.”

Paige gnaws at her lip until it turns white and Azzi starts to worry it might bleed, but then she says, “We need a sex timeline.”

If Azzi were drinking water, she would have surely spit it out.

“A what?” she asks, sort of incredulous. Paige has said a lot of crazy things before but nothing quite like that.

“Okay, my bad, weird way to put it.” Paige grins as if all of this is funny to her. “What I mean is we need a story to tell my family, our friends. Like, why did we start dating? When was our first kiss? What’s our song? Have we, you know…gone to the penthouse and freaked it?”

Azzi throws herself back onto the bed. Paige’s bed. Which she is just now realizing is probably going to be the bed that many of these fictional events are going to take place in. “Paige.”

Paige is giggling now, which is endearing because Paige doesn’t giggle often. If only it weren’t at Azzi’s expense. “We need to figure it out, for real! People are going to ask questions.”

“People are not going to ask those kinds of questions.”

“Um, excuse me.” Paige stands and walks over until she’s at the bed, pulling Azzi’s legs off the edge playfully. “Have you met our friends? KK’s not shy with that shit.”

Azzi’s ankles instinctively go around the back of Paige’s thighs, but she’s in a certain mindset due to their current conversation and the casual gesture suddenly seems much less innocent than usual. She unwraps them, pulling her legs from Paige’s grasp as discreetly as possible. “So we’re planning on telling them we’re dating, too?”

Paige shrugs. “Yeah. You weren’t?”

“I don’t…” Azzi straightens up as Paige sits beside her, their hips touching. “We spend every day with them, P. Don’t you think it’ll be hard to keep up the act that much?”

“Yeah, probably. But that’s also why I wanna do it.” As usual, Paige sounds completely sure of herself. “We only have a couple weeks until Montana and I wanna make sure we get enough practice acting like a couple.”

Azzi still feels uneasy about the whole thing, but Paige is right—they can’t get onto a plane as best friends and get off it a convincing pair of girlfriends.

Azzi’s face heats at the term. Girlfriends. But that’s what they’ll be, isn’t it?

“I was thinking we’ll tell them next week,” Paige says. “We’ll ask them to hang out and then drop it on them that we’ve been dating since March.” Paige must recognize the look on Azzi’s face, because she puts a hand on her knee—which does absolutely nothing to help. “Is that cool with you?”

Azzi can’t say all of the things she’s thinking right now, so instead she settles for, “Yeah, no.” She pauses, her feet on Paige’s fuzzy carpet, and decides this will be the last time she lets herself doubt this.

“I think that’s perfect.”

————————————

One week later, three Saturdays from the end the school year, Azzi sits with a bowl of popcorn in her lap feeling like she might hurl.

“Why are you acting so weird, Fudd?” KK asks, and Azzi startles at her name, looking at the freshman who’s sitting on the floor in front of her and giving her a weird look.

“Leave her alone, Camera,” Paige says, settling into the couch next to Azzi. “What movie we watching?”

They are all crammed into a dorm, as they often are, excited for a chill team movie night in the midst of finals season. Little do the girls know, they will be getting entertainment from more than just the movie tonight.

“No, KK’s right,” Ice says, scrolling through Netflix on the TV. “Azzi’s been acting super weird.”

Azzi, somewhat offended (she thought her acting skills were pretty decent) looks around the room for help. Instead, the girls all just nod their agreement.

Paige nudges her and raises her eyebrows, and Azzi knows exactly what that look means.

“You don’t have to tell us what’s up if you don’t want,” Inês says from her place on the other side of Azzi, dipping her hand into their shared popcorn. It almost makes Azzi want to back out.

Almost.

Putting on her bravest face, Azzi nods and turns to face their friends. “Paige and I have something we’d like to tell you.”

There’s something odd about the silence that follows this, the way the girls on the floor look at each other before turning their bodies to face the couch, the stragglers sitting in the loveseat and at the dining table leaning forward almost imperceptibly.

Azzi tenses up as she is suddenly under the scrutiny of eleven other girls. How is she going to lie to them? How is this ever going to work?

Paige, through some form of best-friend-telepathy, senses Azzi’s struggle and places a comforting hand on her back. “I can say it.”

This isn’t what they practiced, but Azzi is too grateful and too distracted by the hand on her back to worry about going off-script.

“We’ve been wanting to tell y’all for a while,” Paige says. “But we also wanted to just keep it to ourselves for a little bit.”

It sounds so natural, and effortless, and Azzi can feel herself slipping into this role for the first time. She pretends the hand on her back is more than friendly, the nerves in her stomach are something other than guilt, the things Paige is about to say are true.

If one good thing is going to come out of any of this, it’ll be this feeling of contentment that Azzi will get to have, at least for a little while. And maybe she’s okay with that.

“Do you guys remember that party we went to a couple months ago?” Paige asks. Her nails scratch over Azzi’s shirt, making her shiver.

“Yeah…” Nika says at the table in the corner. Aubrey rests her chin in her palms, looking suspiciously like she’s trying not to smile. For some reason, Ice and KK are clutching each other’s hands.

“Well, when Azzi and I got home we just decided to stay together in her dorm…” Paige trails off like she’s hesitant to continue, and half the girls lean closer to them while the other half look a little too relaxed. Ice is now glaring at KK, who’s…beaming?

“Something happened between us that night.” Paige looks at Azzi now, and even though this is what they were supposed to do the look in her eyes still takes Azzi’s breath for just a moment. She has dreamed of Paige looking at her like this for years, and now it is finally happening, and Azzi thinks she would do anything to make this all real.

Paige opens her mouth to continue, but before she can, KK jumps to her feet and squeals, and Ice throws the remote on the ground with an angry, “Fuck!”

Azzi and Paige both startle, and Azzi loves the way Paige’s hand fists up her shirt in surprise, but then the notices that all the other girls don’t seem surprised or confused at all—rather, they all seem to be having similar reactions to KK. Nika and Aubrey are even singing something, and Inês has jumped up from her spot beside Azzi to join the others in what looks a lot like a celebration. Why are they all chest-bumping each other?

Finally, Azzi finds it in herself to speak. “Guys, what…?”

KK kneels to wrap her arms around a sulking Ice and looks at them both, eyes glimmering. “Whatchu mean, what?”

“I don’t…” Paige releases Azzi’s shirt, her hand falling to the seat behind her. “We haven’t even finished telling you yet.”

“Are y’all actually this dumb?” KK asks, before squealing in Ice’s ear and then throwing herself onto the couple on the couch. “Ugh! I’m so happy for you two lovebirds.”

“Lovebirds…?” Azzi asks, but the room is too raucous for her to be heard and when she looks at Paige, all she gets is an equally confused head shake in return.

“My babies are growing up,” Aubrey says, wiping an invisible tear, and Aaliyah comfortingly pats her shoulder.

“Baby,” Amari says, smiling at the both of them, “we have known.”

“Uh,” Paige says, thrown off for once in her life. “How?”

“Because y’all are the most obvious fucking couple in the country,” Ice chips in. She is still pouting, even with Ayanna patting her on the head and Jana rubbing her shoulders.

During the past week, Paige and Azzi have been dropping a few hints here and there in the hopes that they could almost ease their friends into it before telling them, to make things more believable. But obvious? Obvious enough for all of them to know? That’s a stretch.

Apparently thinking the same thing, Paige laughs awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. “We thought we were pretty good at hiding it.”

“Yeah, right.” Caroline flicks Azzi’s forehead good-naturedly. “KK and Ice have had a bet running for, like, six months now.”

At this, Azzi tenses up, and Paige turns to her, gives her a cautious, confused smile. “That long?”

“I started the bet, of course,” KK pipes in. “You two are so in love.” She sighs dreamily and then nudges Ice with her foot. “You owe me my five-hundy, girlypop.”

“You didn’t even actually win, this doesn’t count,” Ice grumbles. “We made the bet six months ago and they only started dating in March. And also, I thought they’d be way too pussy to tell us yet.”

Paige perks up at this, her unusual awkwardness gone as fast as it came. “Hey! I ain’t pussy about nothing!” and KK chimes in with her own protests of, “Girl, boo! It does too still count, you’re just a sore-ass loser!”

Azzi can’t bring herself to say anything, because their teammates believed Azzi and Paige gave been dating longer ago than this arrangement was even brought up. And that means they must have seen Azzi’s feelings for Paige, and whatever the other side of that is, and they don’t really act like a couple, do they?

“Anyway,” Ice continues, a little less pouty now, “I totally thought I’d have to walk in on you two fucking or something before you ever really came clean.”

Azzi squeezes her eyes shut. Paige’s fingernails dig into her back a little bit.

“I actually can’t believe none of us have walked in on them fucking yet,” Nika muses, and the room quiets down a little, everyone mumbling their assent.

“Maybe they’re celibate,” KK reasons, then fixes them with a look. “Are y’all celibate?”

Paige laughs, and then bends close to Azzi’s ear and mutters, “Told you so.”

For the rest of the night, Azzi’s neck is hot.

This might be more complicated than she thought.

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elllisaaa · 10 months ago

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hii, how are u?? can i ask for a seventeen reaction of you watching caratland and teasing them or something like that, thank uu

teasing seventeen about caratland

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : omgg you're so on point because the moment i saw mingyu dancing to sticky, i knew i wanted to write something like this lmaoo thank you so much for sending in an ask, hope you'll like it !

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

You had often joked about the Smart challenge to your boyfriend by reading some of the comments the fans posted on social media, trying to get him to really do it. So when you realized that he was really going to actually dance to the choreo during Caratland, you broke down in a fit of laughter. When he came to see you in the morning, you welcomed him with a big smirk stretching out your face : “Hello Mister shaking-my-ass, how are you ?” - “Oh, shut up.” Seungcheol groaned as he bypassed you to flop down on your couch, arms crossed on his chest and pout on his face. “Don’t be like that, you big baby, it was cute.” - “But I don’t want to be cute !”, your boyfriend groaned, “I want to be manly. And handsome. I am right ?” You couldn’t really tease Seungcheol for long, he was too adorable for you to do so as you settled beside him, pecking his lips softly. “Yes, you are. But you’re also very cute.” - “Y/N !” You giggled as his pout returned. He was definitely cute.

YOON JEONGHAN

You were used to your boyfriend being an absolute babygirl, you were used to him being an absolute menace. However you did not plan how seeing him dancing to Tap would leave you speechless. Honestly, you wanted to tease him a little for taking it so seriously and giving it his whole. But the fact that Jeonghan walked in on you watching the clip over and over kinda wrecked your project. “Like what you see, darling ?” You jumped on your spot on the couch, pushing your phone under the cushion as if you didn’t do anything. “Not at all.” - “I feel like your lying sweetheart.” - “Am not. Not everything’s about you, Hannie.” But your boyfriend only chuckled as he launched forward to grab your phone and unlock it, watching the video of him dancing playing on repeat as your cheeks heated up. “You’re so obsessed with me !” - “Stop ! Give me my phone !” But Jeonghan didn’t and only kissed your temple as he scrolled through your last liked tiktoks, seeing that it was all him and being very satisfied with the outcome of this all. You could never tease Jeonghan.

HONG JOSHUA

“Josh ?” Your boyfriend raised his head up from the book he’s been quietly reading by your side while you were scrolling on your phone beside him in bed. You haven’t been able to watch all the content from Caratland yet and you were only now catching up. “Yeah ?” - “You should rap more often.” You picked his curiosity enough for him to close his book and turn to you. “And why’s that angel ?” You simply shrugged, but he knew you well enough to notice the little smirk tugging at your lips as you pretended to be unbothered. “Just because. You’re good at it, that’s all.” It was Joshua’s turn to smirk as he nudged you with his elbow. “Mh, yeah, of course. And it’s not because you think I’m hot when I rap ?” - “You’re taking your dreams for reality I think.” You really tried to stay composed but the way he was tickling your sides to force you to admit the truth made it difficult. You should’ve known that teasing Joshua would be a bad idea.

MOON JUNHUI

Jun always took it very seriously when it came to dancing to girl’s groups songs, and that was because you do too, especially when you were both doing random dance challenges and it became sort of a competition. So when you saw that he gave his all to dancing on Sheesh by Babymonster, you giggled while looking at your phone. “You did really good, baby.” Jun groaned softly as he lifted his head from where it was resting against your chest, looking up at you seemingly lost. “What are you talking about ?” - “Sheesh. You danced very well to it ! I teached you well.” A smile took over his features, and a blush spreaded on his cheeks. Girl’s group choreos were your passion, your area and he always felt so proud when you complimented about it (despite him being a professional dancer, yes.) “Yeah, you’re the best, baby. I’m not at your level yet, though.” You giggled as you kissed his forehead, and Jun hid against your chest again to not let you see how red he was.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Your boyfriend was a good dancer, you knew it, everyone knew it, so you were not surprised to see Carats swooning over how good he danced to Siren. And even if you had grown used to watching him wreck the stage, you were always impressed at the energy he was able to put into his moves. But that didn’t mean that you will not tease him, because that was your job as his girlfriend. “You’re such a loser.” - “What !? I didn’t even do anything this time !”, Soonyoung cried out, seemingly offended by your comment. You rolled your eyes as you turned your phone around to show him the clip of him dancing during Caratland. “How does that make me a loser ?”, your boyfriend whined as you tried to hold back your grin. “You want to show off so bad, we know you can dance, no need to try that hard.” You were then left with a whiny Soonyoung for the rest of the day. But when he asked you if he did good with his cute pout, you couldn’t keep up your act longer and you showered him in praise because he was perfect and you loved him.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo was maybe the only one in the group that tried to hold his idol image as much as possible - well, he sometimes slipped up but people often thought that he was the most normal and that said a lot. So seeing him dance to Queencard made you break in a fit of laughter, while your boyfriend was clearly not having it. “You’re done ?” You looked at him as you replayed the video once again, tears gathering in your eyes from smiling too much. “No ! You don’t understand how funny this is.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes at you, trying to focus again on his game rather than on you giggling nonstop at him. “I’m just dancing, you’re overreacting.” - “You’re dancing to Queencard, Nonu, that’s very different. I always knew you were a bad bitch deep down.” Wonwoo grabbed the plushie you had gifted him that was sitting on his desk in your direction, your cackles intensifying. He loved you, but sometimes he thought you should've been a part of Seventeen instead.

LEE JIHOON

Jihoon was always adamant on the fact that he wasn’t cute. No matter how much you insisted on the fact that he was indeed adorable, he always refused to listen to you. so your teasing about how cute he was dancing on How Sweet by NewJeans was not an exception. “Come on ! You have to admit that you’re at least a little, tiny bit cute.” - “I am not.” - “Nah, I won’t accept it, you’re definitely cute.” Jihoon sighed and let you go on and on about how endearing he was one more time, as if he hadn’t been teased by his members about it enough. They really had to give him that type of song again, uh ? Last year, you had made a fuss about him dancing to Ditto too, when was this going to stop. But when you started to pepper his whole face with sweet kisses, Jihoon couldn’t hold back the smile stretching out his lips. And maybe, just maybe, that it wasn’t that bad in the end.

LEE SEOKMIN

It was a well known fact that Seokmin was born to be a comedian, and his sense of humor was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him. And it never failed to amaze you how he always found a way to make everyone laugh. So when he dropped by your apartment after Caratland and you opened the door already chuckling and giggling to yourself. “Why are you making fun of me now ?”, he pouted as you let him make himself comfortable while you couldn’t stop thinking back to the fake abs during Guilty. “Can’t I just appreciate how hilarious you are ? I must say the shirt under your sweater was kind of genius.” When it finally clicked in Seokmin’s mind what you were talking about, he laughed too. He had this idea last minute, because he wasn’t too fond of showing much skin on stage, and he was glad that the majority of their fans, including you, followed his antics. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t let anyone other than you see my abs baby.”

KIM MINGYU

Mingyu could argue with that as much as he wanted, you knew that deep down he was a baby girl. So you weren’t really surprised upon seeing videos of him dancing to Sticky by Kiss Of Life on every social media. And actually, it made you almost mad how he was better than you at shaking his ass. “Kim Mingyu !”, you called from the bedroom. Your boyfriend walked in mere seconds after, puppy-like eyes staring at you and a pout already forming on his face. “What’s going on, baby ?” - “Why didn’t you tell me about that ?” You turned your phone around to show him the clip of his dance, and his cheeks immediately reddened, as he grabbed your phone to turn it off. “Stooop… It’s embarrassing.” - “It’s not when you shake it that well, baby.” That only made him more shy and you giggled as he sulked about how mean you were. But as soon as you apologized with a little kiss, he was all smiley again.

XU MINGHAO

You were actually in the audience, witnessing your boyfriend willingly dancing to Maniac, both amazed and ready to make fun of him for the next few years at least. When you joined him backstage, Minghao knew from the grin on your face that you were going to tease him. He rolled his eyes at you as soon as you got closer to him. “I didn’t even say anything.” - “But I know that you’re going to.” You pouted a little, but he was right. “Come on, did you see yourself on stage ? Of course I have to tease you. The one and only Xu Minghao shaking his ass for the whole world to see ? That’s going down in history !” As always, you couldn’t help going overboard, but Minghao would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, so he simply waited for an occasion to shut you up with his lips on yours. You immediately stopped and you went to wrap your arms around him instead. “You did very well, Hao.” - “Thank you, princess.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN

It was actually Seungkwan that brought it up himself, going on and on about how proud he was of his cover and how happy he was that Carats liked it. And it was true, he looked very good dancing to Boom Boom Bass, but you would never pass on an opportunity to tease your boyfriend. “It’s okay, baby, we all know you’re an amazing dancer, no need to brag like that.” - “And no need to be so uptight.”, scoffed Seungkwan as he gave you one of his infamous side eyes. You had to bite your lip to contain your smile as he started to rant about how you could never let him have his moment, until you weren’t able to hold back anymore and you broke out in laughter. That only left you with an even more sulky Seungkwan. “I was joking, baby ! You know I’m proud of you right ?” - “I don’t want your compliments now, they’re forced.” - “Don’t be like that.” You kissed his cheek and cuddled closer to him as you focused back on the show. And soon enough Seungkwan sighed and embraced you again. He loved you even if you drove him crazy sometimes.

CHWE HANSOL

You were quite excited when Hansol told you that he would probably dance to Supernova by Aespa because you really liked the song. So when you watched the video with him by your side, you really had to hold back your laugh and smile as you witnessed your boyfriend slaying the choreo with a straight face, as always. “So, what do you think about it ?” You turned to face Hansol, trying to keep your composure, but a small grin had made his way onto your face. “What ? Was I that bad ?” - “No ! Stop saying that everytime I see you dance, you know you’re great. It’s just… Do you really have no emotion ?” He groaned at the neverending joke. When it was coming from you, he knew it was only to tease him at least. “That’s getting old, you know ?” - “But I’m not tired yet.”, you answered innocently. And Hansol shook his head at you despite a little smile stretching the corner of his lips.

LEE CHAN

Chan always took dance challenges very seriously, no matter who it was and what the choreo was. So even if it was only supposed to be a silly cover, he gave his all into dancing to Fast Forward. Plus, he knew that you liked this song and he wanted to make you proud of him - it was his number one goal every time he was on stage. So when he came to see you, a few days after Caratland, he was expecting you to have already seen the video, just like every time. “Uh ? You dance to Fast Forward ? I didn’t even know… I’m sorry baby, I’ve been quite busy.” - “No, it’s okay, no big deal.” But you could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes and Chan was too adorable when he was like that. So you sighed and simply gave up on your plan, covering his whole face in kisses instead. “You don’t know me that well if you don’t think I’ve already liked every single video of you.” Chan giggled shily, but he liked your attention, liked how you always made sure to shower him in praises. It was impossible to tease him, not when he looked at you with his sad puppy eyes.

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admirationandromantics · 6 months ago

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Stress-reliever

Okay, so another request! I really like this one, and I had a lot of fun writing it too. Sorry it took so long, but I try to work at an acceptable pace. Anyways, this story is about reader having an assignment and being hella stressed because she can't understand anything. Josh, her friend, comes over because she doesn't answer any of his texts or calls and gets worried about how hard she's pushing herself. And he knows the best way for her to relax...

Word count: 3k (Unedited)

I let out a silent scream, slamming my fist into the book. Goodness sake, why was this so difficult? I look at my word count, and it’s nowhere near finished. I don’t even have a good point I’m writing about. Everything I’ve written before this has been great, or at least good. This was the exception. I don’t understand the lectures, I don’t understand the book, I don’t understand anything. No shit my essay would be trash.

My phone start plinging, but I ignore it. I have to get this. Maybe I’ll read the chapter one more time. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve already read it, but I don’t have anything better going for me. I tried youtube videos, getting someone to explain it to me, reading, writing, everything. This was stressing me out, and the deadline is in one week. I don’t have good sources, or backups. I can’t change the theme.

The phone rings again, but this time, I put it on silent. I have to get this, I need to understand it. Maybe I need a breather? But I don’t have time. I stand up and walk to the window. I can at least get some fresh air inside, I deserve that. I click the lock, pulling the window open. The fresh winter breeze flows into my room, shuffling my papers and pulling my hair. The outside arena has been filled with water, making a large skating rink. A bunch of people are skating, some with families, some while holding hands. They’re probably all finished with tests, exams and deadlines. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the ice cold air. A shiver runs through me, and I take it as a sign to sit down again. This essay isn’t going to write itself. I correct my papers and open the book in the right chapter again. Just keep reading, just keep reading. I’ll get there eventually.

***

A loud knock is heard on my door, pulling me out of my trance. I’ve written how much? 4 sentences? At this pace, I’ll have to pull all-nighters all week. Someone knocks on the door again, and I check the time. It’s late, not too late, but who would be here at this time? I get up from the desk, walking to the door and unlocking it. Outside in the hall, Josh is standing with his stupidly cute smile and a plastic bag.

“Josh” I sigh weakly, hugging him while putting all my weight on him. I’m so tired, so stressed and sick of my studies.

“You look horrible” he whispers back, hands going around me to stop me from falling on the floor.

“Thank you, I appreciate it”

“Have you been outside today?”

I look up at him, giving a guilty smile. He sees right through me and rolls his eyes. I let go, opening the door wider to let him in.

“Brough you take-out, figured you were too obsessed with whatever you’re doing that you haven’t eaten”

“You’re an angel”

“I know” he smiles, putting the bag down and pulling off his jacket. He goes to sit in my desk chair, glancing over all my notes.

“Hard stuff” he grabs a paper, reading quickly over the highlighted lines. I turn to the food, taking out the different boxes. Chinese food, how sweet of him.

“I’ve never been this stressed in my entire life” I complain, my neck sore and eyes tired. I grab a roll, eating it quickly. I’m apparently very hungry too.

“You know, I actually wrote about how stress affects-”

“Stop!”

“What?”

“I don’t want to hear about how it’ll kill me, you psychology majors are insane with your theories”

“It’s not a theory”

“Do you really think knowing this will help me or stress me out more”

“Yeah, you’re right”

I take another roll, sitting down on the bed and eating it.

“You know, you could do something more stress-relieving…”

He’s smiling, but I don’t know why. I don’t have time to do anything else right now. But, if it worked, I’d probably understand and write much faster. The offer is tempting.

“Like what?”

“Well, according to your stress-patterns you-”

“Don’t psycho-analyze me” I threaten, pointing a finger at him, my hand now empty again. He puts his hands up, smirking. That stupid smirk.

“Fine, okay. Let’s think of normal things then… taking a hot bath”

“I showered this morning”

“It’s not to get clean, it’s to relax”

“No, next”

He shrugs, shaking his head in disbelief. I know I’m difficult, but he’s still here, so I haven’t cracked him yet.

“Go for a walk?”

I laugh at him. No way I’m going somewhere, and when inspiration strikes I’m not there to take advantage of it. It might hit when I’m 20 minutes from home, and when I get back, it’ll be dead.

“How about I put it this way Josh… I’m NOT leaving my room”

He thinks hard, trying to come up with something. I subtle darkness coats his eyes as he looks up at me again, and I smile, intrigued by what he’s come up with.

“I can only think of one more thing”

“And that is?”

He opens his mouth, but stops himself and snickers. I’m left in the dark.

“Nah, you probably wouldn’t want to”

I look around confused, throwing my hands out. I’m literally open to anything as long as I can relax a bit.

“Oh, please tell me, I’m desperate” I whine jokingly, making him laugh.

“Oh really? How desperate?”

“Incredibly desperate, I’ll do anything”

“Anything?” he asks, and I can already sense that I’ll regret saying it. He leans forward, loving that he knows about this secret thing which I don’t. God, he’s a prick.

“Yes, now tell me” I urge, my curiosity overwhelming.

“Fine, okay” he leans back on the chair, looking me up and down. “I mean, I could help you relax a bit”

“With what?”

“Jesus Christ”

“Will you just tell me Josh?”

He stands up, making his way over and cornering me with his arms. Oh. Ooooh… I heat up just from the thought, getting wetter by the second as I think about all the erotic possibilities of this encounter.

That’s what he meant. I almost feel stupid for not getting it at first. But I have to remember that we’re friends, and this is a very intimate act. Would I really want to jeopardise our friendship for an essay? I already feel my body betraying me, heart racing quicker than my thoughts.

My body gets the better of me, and I lean into him, capturing his lips and throwing my arms around him. He doesn’t waste time, returning the favour and leaning over me, pushing me back on the bed. Hand goes to my thigh, lifting my leg up. He places himself in between them, staying over me with the help of his other hand. A tight squeeze over my knee makes me gasp, and he uses the opportunity to put his tongue in my mouth. He explores all of me, touching in all the right places, occasionally rubbing where he senses I feel weaker. I pour all my tension into him, another form of it building up in my stomach, begging to be satisfied.

“Josh…”

He doesn’t stop, mouth instead moving to my neck as he kisses and sucks.

“Tell me if you want to stop” he whispers against my skin. I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted this for a long time, and using my stress as an excuse? I don’t know what will happen after this, but I do know that I want to fuck him. For as long as possible.

He hits my spot under my jaw, making a loud involuntary moan escape my lips. I feel him smirk against my skin before biting down. My hand immediately flies to my mouth. It would not be good for me if the other people in the nearby dorms heard me.

“I want to hear you” He’s quick to take hold of my hand, trapping it over my head, pressing my whole body down on the mattress. God he’s hot, I’ve never seen this side of him. I always thought he was ‘just talk no action’, but apparently I was wrong.

“Fuck” I whimper, feeling messy and needy for him. He knew what he was doing, and it was working a little too well.

“All my calls, all my texts, everything left unanswered…”

“I was studying” I breathe out, voice high on ecstasy. His knee goes between my legs, and I lean against him, letting myself grind down on his leg.

“Was it not just a trick to get me here? Don’t think for one second I haven’t seen those glances you give me when you think I’m not watching”

“Josh…”

“Don’t worry, when I’m finished with you, you wouldn’t have to be so secretive anymore”

He grabs the hem of my sweater, making me sit up a bit to drag it off. I’ve been home alone all day, so a bra was not necessary, leaving me half naked, the cold winter air from the window making my nipples hard.

“Oh lord…”

“Not gonna even the playing field?” I tease, tugging at his shirt. He laughs and unbuttons it, undressing quickly and throwing the garment on the floor. He does the same with his belt, dragging it off his jeans and leaving it on the floor. I feel a tug on the bottom of my pants, and he drags them off with ease, leaving me only in my panties.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he comments, laying himself on top of me again and capturing my lips on his. I feel around his upper body, gracing each curve and muscle. My hands wander to his back, pulling him closer, making him lay more of his weight on me. The kisses get wetter and sloppier as we keep going, my pulse going faster than ever before. I pull away a little, needing to take a breath. He uses the opportunity to work on my chest, kissing down my collar and groping my chest. His mouth keeps sucking, leaving dark marks all over my upper body.

“Josh, please” I whimper, feeling the need overcome me. This is too much, I need him down there, fucking me senseless, just as I’ve always wished for.

“I love hearing my name coming out of those pretty lips of yours”

He moves lower, kissing the inside of my thighs and stroking my folds over the soaked fabric.

“You’ve been wanting this for a long time haven’t you?”

I take a couple of deep breaths before answering, my body dysfunctional from all the waiting and different types of simulations.

“Y-yes I have”

“And you finally got what you wanted”

“Please”

He raises his head, looking up at me. That stupid smirk is still plastered on his face as he’s come face to face with the reactions he gets out of me.

“Say it again” There’s no use fighting him, my body begging to be touched.

“Please”

“Again”

“Josh, please”

“As you wish”

His head goes down again, biting and licking my thigh as his fingers slowly drags my underwear off. It falls off my feet, and his tongue takes a long lick over my folds. My immediate reaction is to close my legs, but his hands stop me, holding both of them in their place. He takes a chance, one of his hands moving to my heat, stroking over the wet area.

“You’re already so ready for me”

His tongue finds its way to my clit, licking soft circles as one of his fingers moves inside me, curling upwards. My legs jolt again, but he doesn’t mind, instead keeps pumping his finger and getting me off with his tongue. I feel my edge come closer, and I try to hold it, not wanting to come so incredibly fast.

“I know you’re holding back dear”

I try to come with a reply, but it leaves my lips as incoherent erotic melodies, going in tact with his rhythm. He takes out his hand, relieving some of the pressure which is begging to be let out. I try to steady my breathing, but am interrupted as he puts another finger in, filling me even more up. His tongue applies more pressure than before, and I can’t control myself as I come all over him, spilling my juices down his fingers and lips.

I take deep breaths, ecstasy washing over while throwing my head back. Fuck he’s good. I feel my legs twitch from all the action, pent up stress and energy leaving my body as the high lowers.

I hear something hitting the floor, and look up to find him standing in front of me. Naked. Big. Holy shit, how am I supposed to take that.

“You look scared” he smiles, going on top of me once again, giving me sweet kisses. I taste myself on him, but the passionate nature of it is almost… romantic.

“Just, surprised” I manage to breathe out.

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothing yet” he teases, giving me another passionate kiss. His dick graces over my folds, coating itself in my last high. His hand goes down to adjust himself, but before he inserts himself, he looks down at my flushed face, waiting for something.

“You want this?”

“Yes I fucking want this, Josh please”

He doesn’t need to hear anything else, slowly inserting himself in me. I throw my head back, feeling him fill me up, widening my walls. He groans as he keeps going, letting out a deep breath as he’s all in. He waits a couple of seconds, still holding himself up over me.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he exclaims, cheeks red and breath heavy.

“Please keep going” I urge him, and he starts moving. Slowly going out and slamming deep into me again. It takes a couple of pushes for him to get his rhythm back. The room fills with both our moans, and I pull him down, killing some of them on our lips.

He takes hold of my thigh, pulling my whole leg up, letting himself deeper inside. My nails scratch his back as he keeps going, both of our orgasms building up. I hold on to him, chest against chest, his pelvis rubbing against me as he slams himself in and out.

“Let me ride you” I whisper, and he stops for a bit, taken aback by my request.

“You sure?”

“Get on your back” I breathe out, trying to sound stern. My tone fails me, and I just sound desperate instead, but I don’t mind. I want him, I need him. He obliges, laying down on his back. I move on top of him, and he looks up at me, mouth agape and eyes blank. He’s so turned on, so hard and so desperate. Probably as needy as me. I steady myself, lowering my body onto him, letting him inside. I bit my lip to stop my noises, feeling him go deeper than before.

I watch his face, cheeks still pink and skin shiny. His mouth keeps opening, letting out the most vulnerable sound I’ve ever heard from him.

“And I thought you looked good on top” I start, feeling a smirk find its way to my lips. “Turns out you’re even better under me”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come” he whimpers, grabbing hold of my thigh, bouncing me up and down on him.

“That’s the goal” I lean down, kissing his collar and neck while still bouncing my ass on him.

“You’re so incredibly hot”

His grip tightens, probably leaving red marks which’ll last for days. I feel my core building up, getting awfully hot and tight.

“Josh, I’m going t-”

“Do it, do it”

I can’t hold myself, coming all over his cock, tightening around him. I give a cry, body sweaty and hot as I try to keep the rhythm going. The pain starts getting to me, the cause of overstimulation and exhaustion. He notices, and uses his hips and arms to turn us around.

I slam back into the maddress, my breath being knocked out of me. I don’t get time to regain it as Josh ups his pace, slamming into me harder and faster. I grip the sheets, trying to stay grounded as I feel my whole body rocking back and forth. He leans forward, intertwining my hand in his, while still keeping up the pace. I grip his hand hard, tension building up again as he uses the other to rub my clit.

“I love you like this, all fucked out” he whispers, making me tighter. I wince as I come another time, pain and pleasure shooting through me. I’ve lost feeling in my legs, letting them hang weakly around his waist. He grunts and moans, burying himself in me as he reaches his orgasm. I feel him twitch inside me, sloppily pulling out as he collapses beside me. His hand goes to my chin, turning my head towards him before leaning forward for a kiss. I let him, sinking into the small action.

“Still stressed?”

“More exhausted, but no, I’m not stressed” I explain, slowly regaining control of my pulse.

“Need a power-nap?” I nod, and he walks to the bathroom, coming back with a warm wet cloth and cleaning me up. We both drag ourselves to the top of the bed, getting under the covers and relaxing. I lean into him, feeling his body sink down.

I think about the essay, everything I could’ve done in the time we fucked. The theme is hard, and the texts are difficult, but… Shit!

“Omg” I exclaim, sitting up.

“What, is something wrong?” he asks, looking up at me with concern. I stand up, walk to the desk and grab my computer before laying down with him on the bed again.

“I suddenly understood this one passage” I exclaim, not feeling that tired anymore. I actually understood something! Finally!

I open the computer, and start typing on the related paragraph. This was gonna be good, I could finally get the parallel I wanted, and compare it to the subtext.

“Well, I’ll be laying right here if you need me again” he makes himself comfortable, kissing my chin and letting his fingers rub soft circles on my arm.

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punksyeet · 9 days ago

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- I Hate You, I Love You ❥

Plot: “Will I ever be happy again?”

Warning: Mature language, toxicity, heartbreak, & angst!

a/n: for some reason, i’ve been super motivated to write jimmy lately. this doesn’t happen a lot, so i’m taking advantage of it while it lasts. this is sad and super short, but i promise there will be a much longer part two. this is kinda just the backstory….if that makes sense??? enjoy. 🤍

part two is here! <3

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May 29th, 2025.

Exactly a year ago today, I felt the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I got cheated on by the one man that I loved the most in this world: Jonathan Fatu.

You’d think that a guy at his big age would be loyal by the time your three year anniversary rolls around, but nope.

Just hours after he kissed me goodbye and drove off to do a house show here in Florida, I got a text.

And, as you can probably guess, it was a photo.

A photo of the man I loved making out with some weak, zero-pop having bitch from NXT.

When I tell you my heart shattered.

And when I confronted him about it? He turned into an entirely new person. Someone I’ve never met before. And sure as hell not the man I loved and gave my heart to.

Just bullshit lie after bullshit lie.

“What the fuck you goin’ on about?”

“Baby, that wasn’t me. You forgettin’ I have a twin?”

“Ion even know her like that.”

“I ain’t got time to be kissin’ on some damn NXT hoe.”

And when I called him out on said bullshit lies?

“Nah, you trippin’ girl.”

“You ain’t gotta believe me. Ion give a fuck.”

“I’m leavin’ this damn house. Fuck her and you.”

And he did.

He never came back.

Since the minute that door closed, I haven’t been the same.

No more weekend partying with my girlfriends, who haven’t reached out in months due to me never answering my phone.

No more wrestling shows, which I found a ton of joy in while watching my ex compete in and dominate the tag division with his brother Josh.

I haven’t even shown up to my job which, coincidentally, is a photographer for WWE that he got me.

To sum it up, life has been absolute hell since he walked out of my front door. Of our front door.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but my stupid ass misses him. A lot.

Behind the toxicity, there was love. Real, genuine love.

Surprise and “just because” dinner dates.

Flower bouquets being either sent or brought home to me every night because he “appreciated my support always”.

Late night discussions - both in person and over the phone - about getting married and growing old together.

Making love to me whenever he saw me after days of being apart. Not just sex. Making love.

And now? Nothing.

It feels like the world around me is just dull.

And without him it’ll never go back to normal.

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** Jon’s POV **

“Uce, you alright?” my twin Josh asks, fixing his hair with a spray bottle in the mirror of our locker room.

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand down my face and resting my elbows on my knees. “Yeah. I’m alright, man.”

“No you ain’t,” he replies, taking a seat next to me on our sofa. “You missin’ her again, huh?”

Why do I even bother lying to this fool?

He knows me better than anyone.

When I don’t answer, he continues.

“Why don’t you go see her after the show? Just one more time? One last time to try and make shit right?”

I chew on my bottom lip, thinking for a minute.

Today marks a year since the worst mistake of my life.

The day I betrayed my lady.

The one woman that cared about me and showed me genuine love in this entire fucked up world.

She was my everything. And I was hers.

Up until a couple months ago, when I finally read the room and realized she wanted nothing to do with me, I been acting a fool.

Endless texts, calls, random bouquets to her house, hell even emails.

Nothing.

And I don’t blame her.

Maybe Josh is right.

I need to try. Just one last time.

I nod, slowly. “I’ll try, uce.”

He claps me on the back and leaves our room, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a deep sigh before getting up and heading over to the mirror to get ready for our match.

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“Hey mom,” I say, placing my phone down against a candle on my kitchen island.

“Hey baby doll. How are you doing?”

I sigh, shrugging slightly. “I’m alive.”

She gives me an empathetic smile. “Damn right you are. And I’m proud of you, honey.”

When I show no reaction, she continues.

“I know this is a rough day for you, and this might not be what you want to hear…”

I take a deep breath, one that she can’t hear.

“But sweetie, you need to move on. If that man loved you, he would’ve never done what he did. And you know it.”

My nostrils flare and I blink back a singular tear.

“Honey?”

I shake my head, tucking my lips in.

I can’t have this talk with her. Not now. Not today.

“I have to go, mom.”

“Gia-“

The sound of a FaceTime call hanging up echoes throughout my kitchen.

And shortly after, I break down.

With all the force in the world, I swing at a glass filled with water and it flies across the room, eventually smashing against the refrigerator and to the floor.

Why the fuck did he have to hurt me this way?

I’ve only ever shown him love. What did I do to deserve this?

Back against the wall, I slide down and tuck my face into my knees.

Will I ever be happy again?

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A Lesson in Honesty - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x fem!bandmember!Reader Era: Trench (2019) Genre: angst to fluff / hurt/comfort Word Count: 7 003 Warnings: no use of (y/n), descriptions of pain, misogyny, Tyler has a small crisis (nothing bad), jealous!Josh, Tyler not minding his own business, mentions of pregnancy (Jenna) and Tyler as a dad, Josh’s in a bad mood Summary: You haven’t had a good week on tour and to make matters worse, Josh is behaving weirdly Prompts: playing matchmaker, one-bed-trope A/N: Okay so. I started this account right after I had to drop out of university because of depression. Back then I left everything behind that I had built for myself and returned to my hometown. I haven’t been back to that city since, not even that country. Until last week. I went to see twenty one pilots, who I started listening to while living there, and being back there, seeing the familiar streets, how little had changed… it was surprisingly easier than I had expected. But I thought since I’m having top brainrot rn, might as well write something in honour of being brave enough to go back there. And to starting my (hopefully) last semester in the BA-degree at my hometown university. Coming full circle? Whatever. Enjoy reading.

“No! I will not continue playing!”

This had to be the finale of this disastrous week’s events. From a twisted ankle on Monday night, over strange interviews and an unusual amount of Tyler’s antics to tonight being the third evening in a row that you were playing with a broken in-ear, it had been a week.

“You’ve played the last two nights like this, you can do it,” the stage manager encouraged, trying to dismiss your pain.

“Maybe having played the last two night like this, and today’s soundcheck, and having said multiple times that I need my in-ears checked, is the reason why now it feels like my brain is leaking out!”

Your patience was running thin. You had made it through the first two songs before the pain had become unbearable. What was maybe worse, was that you had no real idea what exactly caused the pain. It was not just the loud noise and the anxiety of only hearing the dead mic instead of also the music. It almost felt like there was a tone in your earphones, outside your hearing range, that caused the pain. You had pointed it out close to a dozen times, to different people, asking them to help fix it, but the pain was still there, and you just couldn't take it anymore. You had signalled Tyler, who had been closer, that something was wrong, and gone backstage, hoping to get your set of back-up in-ears. Except that the new stage manager was apparently a real asshole.

“I either get my back-up, or I’m not going back out there,” you threatened, trying to establish some semblance of dominance towards the man, who was a head taller than you and at least twice as broad.

“Oh, come on,” the stage manager rolled his eyes. “You’re being a bit overdramatic right now, don’t you think. Just get back on stage and do your job.”

For a moment you just stared at him in disbelieve, before reaching for his dead mic without breaking eye contact.

“Tyler, Josh, I need one of you guys back here,” you spoke into the mic.

You hated doing this, asking your male band members to stand up for you, but even though the thousands of people in the arena were here for you as much as for Tyler and Josh, there were still crew members who thought it would be okay to pay you less respect than them.

It only took a few seconds for the familiar form of Josh to come jumping down the stairs.

“What’s up,” he shouted, while jogging to your side.

“I need my back-up in-ears,” you answered. “These ones are still hurting my ears.”

Josh turned to look at the stage manager with raised eyebrows.

On stage, Tyler seemed to try his best to keep the crowd entertained.

"And there goes Josh, too," he commented. "Keep it PG13, guys! Why do I never get invited to these things…"

Any other day, Tyler's harmless jokes would have made you roll your eyes playfully, maybe even earned a chuckle. But these kinds of comments had been going on for the whole week already, and maybe, if there wasn't a seed of truth behind his words – you wishing it were actually true what he was teasing about – then it wouldn't have bothered you. Instead, now his words brought you close to blowing up, which definitely was not helped by the stage manager’s refusal to acknowledge your distress.

“So?” It was subtle, the way Josh was pushing himself to stand between you and the stage manager, and for a moment you were not sure if you were flattered by him displaying his protective side, or annoyed. You decided on the former. “Where are her back-ups?”

“I’d take us a few minutes to set them up-”

“Then you better get going, people are waiting for us,” Josh offered his unapologetic demand, something he had learnt from Tyler over the years.

The stage manager stared at him for a moment, before gesturing to a technician, who stood by his side and quickly scrambled off, doubtlessly to search for what was needed.

“You okay?” Josh turned around to you, bringing his hands up to your shoulders. His dark eyes were soft and full of worry, as he leant in a little closer.

The usual response threatened to make its way over your lips; a ‘yeah, I’m fine’ almost on the tip of your tongue. But you had made a promise, the three of you, never to lie when it was about your health, be it physical or mental.

“No,” you admitted, your throat suddenly closing up. “It fucking hurts.”

“Oh, baby,” Josh gently grabbed your chin, looking into your face before pulling you into his arms. He was warm, and already a little sweaty, but you didn’t mind. You had been hugged by both him and Tyler, when all of you were dripping with sweat; years of touring together had gotten you used to it. What you were not used to, was the nickname, that sent your heart racing, and you quickly buried your head against Josh’s neck to hide the embarrassment.

A few seconds later, the technician came back, and Josh had to step away, so he could work on you.

Less than a minute later, you were good to go, your ears not feeling like someone had thrust red-hot wires through them straight into your brain anymore, and the show continued.

From there on, things seemed to go smoothly. Tyler was his usual upbeat self, commanding the crowd effortlessly to sing along, use their phone-torches or sit quietly. Josh, behind his drums, seemed as confident as ever, matching his expression to the music, his eyes either on the crowd, Tyler, or you. Whenever you felt his gaze, you walked over, to interact with him, and each time he broke character, a bright grin on his face as he adjusted his pace and energy to whatever you were doing. Things were like always, things were good. Until ‘Neon Gravestones’ came on.

Maybe you should have seen it earlier, the way Tyler’s shoulders were a little too tense, but when you stood on his platform on B-Stage that night, you could see that something was troubling him. You loved sharing quiet glances with Josh, loved looking out over the crowd during the calm song, loved taking in the faces of the people who connected so deeply with the music.

But tonight, your attention was on Tyler. He was a professional, brilliant at letting the crowd see only what he wanted them to see. But you knew him too well to be fooled by his acting. It was the way his shoulders were a tiny bit too drawn up, the way his eyes skipped over the piano keys.

You shot Josh a look, who glanced between you and Tyler and back to you. He had noticed it, too. Since Josh was on his own platform, trapped behind his drums, there was little he could do. So, it was up to you.

Hoping you were not drawing too much attention to Tyler’s quiet turmoil, you stepped behind him, close enough to press your side against his back, careful not to hit him over the head with your instrument.

Standing like this, you could feel his shaky breath as he fought his way through the end of the song before the lights dimmed and the last accord rang out in the arena. As soon as the big spotlights were turned off, Tyler turned around on his seat and hugged you around the middle. Unaware of Josh’s furrowed brows at the sudden display of affection, your hugged him back, running your hands through his hair.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, hoping he heard you over the crowd.

“What if my baby ever feels this way?”

It wasn’t public yet, that Tyler and Jenna were expecting a baby, but obviously Josh and you were already in on the secret. You weren’t surprised that these kinds of thoughts were the ones plaguing Tyler during a show; it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Then they’ll have the best parents in the world, who will make sure they get all the support and love they could ever possibly need and want, right?”

Tyler’s arms tightened around you for a moment, and you glanced over at Josh, who was watching closely, but with an unfamiliar tightness on his face. Just as the lights went back on, Tyler let go of you and turned back to the piano. A stolen moment of weakness in the middle of thousands of onlookers. Neither of you were oblivious to the smartphone cameras that had been pointed on you, but Tyler had developed a certain skill when it came to hiding his true vulnerability.

As he leant over the mic to announce the next song, you shot Josh another look. He was still watching, still tense. Cocking your head at him, you wordlessly asked what was wrong, but he just pressed his lips together and busied himself with a screw on his drums before you had to join Tyler for the next song.

That was the second incident of the night. The third one followed only a few minutes later, when all of you were supposed to head back to the main stage. Usually, you unplugged your instrument and carried it back to where you would plug it in again, but this time Tyler, who had semi-recovered from the emotions from earlier, stood up from the piano and just as you had made it off the platform, grabbed you by the wrist. A moment later, he had taken your instrument, and placed it down on the platform, before jumping down to join you.

Before you knew what was happening, he had wrapped his arms around you in a hug, lifting you up as if you weighted nothing, and begun walking. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like that, even though it was the first time in the middle of a show, but you didn’t pay it much mind, just let him drag you around, thinking he would place you back on your feet after a few meters.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he carried you all the way to the stage before he set you back down, laughing and flicking your nose before running up the steps to his piano.

Josh, who had been walking right behind Tyler and you, just walked past you, not looking at you, which made your heart sink. First, Tyler had been off, and now something was going on with Josh. Reaching out for him, you grazed your fingers over his arm, a short gesture you always used in the middle of concerts to assure him of your presence when you had the impression he needed some comfort. Normally, he leant into the contact, a short but defined moment of acknowledgment, sometimes he even reached out back, but today he drew away.

Yes, something was definitely wrong. And knowing Josh, he wouldn’t be as open about it to you as Tyler was, even if you had promised each other.

If Tyler had noticed, he had opted to ignore the tension, instead waiting for the two of you at the foot of the stage once the show was over, and throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks for earlier,” he said, nudging his forehead against the side of yours, like a cat.

“Anytime,” you grinned, patting his back, while trying to subtly keep an eye on Josh. “Just next time, try not to squeeze me to death if you want to carry me around, okay?”

Tyler laughed. “Bridal style next time, roger that. Hey, Josh, you good?”

Josh shot the two of you a glance, his eyes lingering a moment too long on the way Tyler had his arm slung over your shoulder as if he weren’t used to the sight.

“Yeah,” he answered, and you didn’t have to look at Tyler to know you both didn’t believe the drummer.

“Good,” Tyler nodded, but he didn’t sound convinced as he stiffly drew his arm back.

“Guys, I’m so sorry-”

You were just accepting a bottle of water from a stagehand, when your incident number… three? Four? – you had lost count – begun developing in the form of your tour manager sprinting along. One might think the day was over and done for you once the music ended, but even though you were not responsible for clearing out the stage or loading the bus, there was always more happening. Some days it was interviews, other days it was meeting fans, and today it was whatever had your tour manager’s brows in a deep furrow. If there was one thing you had learnt over the years of being a member of Twenty One Pilots, it was that you didn’t want a situation where the tour manager had a furrow in their brow and you certainly didn't want to be the cause for that furrow.

“What’s wrong?” Tyler – a moment ago happy, goofy, cheerful post-show-Tyler – immediately turned serious and went straight into problem-solving-mode. You watched him for a moment longer. Oh yeah, you could see it. He was already working on his dad-mode, and the baby wasn’t even born yet. Good.

“The hotel messed up our rooms,” the tour manager admitted, running a hand through his sparce hair. “The rooms for the crew are all okay, but instead of three singles they gave us one single and one twin.”

“That’s three beds, where’s the problem,” you asked, quickly chugging down the contents of the water bottle you had been handed.

“I know you usually prefer your own rooms,” the tour manager said, glancing between Tyler, who was already relaxing as it was no world-ending problem you were facing, you, who screwed the empty bottle shut and handed it back to the stagehand, and Josh, who looked as brooding and dark as if he had just been told someone had stolen their equipment.

“That’s okay,” Tyler shrugged. “We’ll just pair up.” Encouragingly, he patted both yours and Josh’s back.

On the way to the bus, having made only a short stop at the changing rooms to grab your jackets, you agreed that Tyler and Josh would share the double room, so you got some quiet time, especially after the unlucky incident with the in-ears from the beginning of the show.

You had half-heartedly hoped Josh would find an excuse to let Tyler take the single room, so you and him could join, but he kept quiet, too quiet, throughout the whole conversation, and you knew better than to keep poking at him. He and Tyler were very different in that matter.

When something was wrong with Tyler and he didn’t tell you immediately, a safe way to get him to talk was to continue asking. Eventually he would blow up a little before confessing to what was on his mind. Josh, on the other hand, just shut you out. Either he talked because he wanted to, or not at all. Both Tyler and you had learnt that the hard way over the years, although you couldn’t remember the last time Josh had felt bad and not actively sought you out to share his thoughts.

The ride to the hotel took almost half an hour, and you desperately wished you would have taken a shower before leaving the venue. But Tyler seemed tired and with Josh being in that weird state he was in, you thought it was better to get both of them to bed quickly.

On the bus, you checked your phone, when suddenly a message by Tyler came in. He had sent a video from a fan account, and quickly putting on your headphones, you turned on the sound. It turned out that it was a video collage, cut together from an interview the three of you had given earlier that week. You still remembered a few of the questions, and the stupid stories you all had responded with to questions you hadn’t fancied answering honestly. What you also remembered were the comments Tyler had made, similar to the one he had shared with the crowd while Josh had helped you discuss with the stage manager. Almost every second sentence out of Tyler’s mouth had been something that implied that Josh and you were an item in the romantic sense.

The video was done in an admittedly funny way, cutting between Tyler’s shit-eating grin, Josh’s eyerolls and your embarrassed retorts.

While watching the video, you couldn’t help but notice the way Tyler’s comments that day hadn’t left Josh entirely unbothered either. You hadn’t seen it at the time, not having dared looking over to him too much, but on the video it was quite plain that he had blushed sometimes and – contrary to your assumption – looked over to you several times as if to check your reaction.

When you clicked back from the video, you saw the message Tyler had added.

“You’re sooo subtle”

You took off your headphones and selected the middle finger emoji as a response, earning a delighted giggle from deeper inside the bus before turning off your phone and glancing over to Josh who sat with folded legs on the sofa. He was typing around on his phone, the occasional pausing making it look like he was chatting with someone. Was he texting Tyler or maybe someone from his family? Or a woman?

Pushing the bitter thought out of your mind, you focused on the way the white light from his screen danced over his face, catching at his lips and lashes, painting long shadows on his skin. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself, with his dark curls, brown eyes, that soft smile that more often than not tucked on his lips.

Now it was replaced with varying stages of confusion, almost annoyance as if whoever he was communicating with was upsetting him. If he was texting a woman, maybe he should forget about her. No, that was a selfish though, driven only by the hope that he would pick up on your interest in him. Which in and of itself was weird enough. For years you had worked closely together with him, had shared the narrow backs of vans while driving through the country, had confessed secrets and crushes to each other, had teamed up against Tyler and given your heart and soul for the band. And for what? To fall in love with him after almost ten years? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

“What the fuck, man,” Tyler poked his head out from the bunk bed area, shooting Josh a playful glare. “That’s so out of line.”

Josh seemed not as amused as Tyler. Apparently, it had been Tyler Josh had been texting with, and not some secret girlfriend.

“I told you to mind your own business,” Josh protested, still obviously in a bad mood.

“Alright, alright,” Tyler sighed, making his way over to sit next to you at the small table. “Change of topic: Jenna wants to call later and honestly I feel like I might need some alone time. You wouldn’t mind…”

He trailed off, expectantly looking at you.

“Change rooms,” you offered. ‘Alone time’ was pretty much the code word in the band for asking for a single room.

Tyler nodded, visibly relieved that you had caught on immediately. “That would be great-”

“Tyler-,” Josh sighed, sounding annoyed from where he was sitting on the sofa, as if Tyler had done exactly what Josh hadn’t wanted him to do.

“That is, if you’re willing to sleep next to Mr. Grumpy over there,” Tyler teased.

Looking over to Josh, you found he was already waiting for your reply. Something about him was different now from before, as if he were uncertain about our response or what he should hope you would answer. If it came down to you, you knew you would prefer sleeping next to Josh over your own room for the night. You still remembered all the nights you had spent more or less on top of one another on the backseats of vans or sharing sleeping bags on the living room floors of some family friends who happened to live in the city you were playing at. And sometimes you missed it, the way he had wrapped his arms around you casually, as if you were a plushie he needed to be able to sleep, or how you had watched his eyes flicker underneath his closed lids while sleep evaded you.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you signalled him wordlessly that it would be okay for you, and he shrugged back.

“Not like I get much of a choice,” he grumbled, averting his gaze.

His reply lodged a sting in your chest. Whatever had happened between him helping you to get your back-up in-ears and now seemed not to go away any time soon, and where you usually would have looked forward to sharing a room with him, you now wondered how much worse his mood could get.

The hotel was one of the big business hotels that looked the same in every city. Tyler got off the elevator a few floors before you, leaving Josh and you as the last ones in the enclosed space. He wore an oversized hoodie, night bag slung over his shoulder while avoiding your eyes.

“Did you have a fight with anyone,” you asked carefully. “You usually are only this quiet when you had a disagreement with Tyler…”

Josh exhaled loudly and shook his head. “No, we’re good. Just… some thoughts.”

“Wanna share?”

“Not now.”

“Fair enough,” you shrugged, watching the electronic numbers counting up the floors. “I’m here if you need me.”

Josh hummed and for a moment silence fell between you, before he spoke up again. “Were your ears okay for the rest of the show?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “The back-ups are never quite as good as the real ones, but at least I didn’t feel like my brain was seeping out through my ears.”

Josh scoffed. “That stage manager though- what’s his name?”

“Uhm…”

“Can’t wait until he’s gone. I hate that they just switched him in without any of us knowing who he is. And honestly, he should learn how to respect you more.”

“I agree with you there,” you sighed, completely understanding Josh’s frustration, both about not having been taken seriously and having been assigned a stage manager without ever meeting him before the first show.

“I was so close to blowing up in his face,” Josh admitted, a hint of shame swinging in his voice.

“You and me both, Josh, you and me both.”

Gently you boxed his arm, too late remembering that he hadn’t been in the best mood before. But instead of pulling away, he turned to look at you and sent you a tight smile; tight not because of you but because of the manager.

Your room was on the highest floor of the building, allowing you a nice view over the city through the huge window, before Josh turned on the lights. The moment of wonder at the lights glittering beyond the glass was only short lived though, when you saw the size of the bed.

“I thought they said it was a twin bedroom,” asked Josh, standing behind you in the door, glancing over your shoulder.

There were in fact not two beds, as the description of a ‘twin bed room’ would have suggested. Instead, it was a double bed, and not a big one at that.

“Should we- should we go ask for a different room,” you asked hesitantly. If you were being honest, the idea to share a bed with Josh made you giddy with excitement, but at the same time you hated the thought he might be uncomfortable.

“’s okay for me,” he offered, walking past you into the small room.

“Well, then.” You followed him, dropping your own bag off on one of the chairs, and hung your jacket up on a hanger.

“Do you want the door or the window side of the bed,” Josh asked, looking around the room. There was hardly any place to stand, the bed so close to the outside wall of the building that the window side was hardly accessible. Other than that, the room offered little more than a table with two chairs, a mini fridge and a small tv.

“Window,” you decided, and he nodded, throwing his own bag on the side of the bed closer to the door.

Sneaking a glance into the small bathroom you asked: “Do you wanna shower first?”

Josh looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes flickering momentarily to the bathroom door.

“If that’s alright with you,” he asked back, and when you just nodded, he quickly pulled some sleepwear from his bag and headed for the bathroom.

While you heard the shower being turned on, you began grabbing your own clothes from your bag, and sat down on one of the chairs, looking out of the window as good as the reflection allowed. For a moment you considered turning off the ceiling lights, but you felt too tired to move around much more.

Instead, you allowed the racing thoughts in your head for a moment to scream as much as they liked, drowning out even the sound of the shower and the air conditioning.

The week had been exhausting, and you were grateful that there was no show tomorrow, even if that meant you had no real outlet for the frustration in your system. After Tyler had sent you the video earlier, you couldn’t help but replay all the other comments in your head, which he had made throughout the week.

There were countless teases about Josh and you, about how you made a good team, about how cute you’d be together. Then he had suddenly removed himself from situations, leaving Josh and you alone over breakfast or in the lounge of the bus. You had enjoyed these times, the conversation between Josh and you always flowing smoothly, and the first two days you hadn’t thought much about Tyler’s sudden disappearances.

Until the interview where the video had been taken.

He had been bolder then, suggesting time and time again that something was going on between Josh and you. You had almost forgotten about these interviews, the one where the video had been taken not being the only one where Tyler had been in this mischievous mood. But the first evening with your broken in-ears had made things difficult to focus on much else. Then there was Josh’s strange behaviour ever since you had comforted Tyler after ‘Neon Gravestones’, and Tyler once again making sure Josh and you were spending time together by making you stay in the same room.

Was he setting you up?

The idea was ridiculous for so many reasons. First of all, you were bandmates. If something happened between Josh and you, and it ended badly, the integrity of the band was at risk. Secondly, he was doomed to fail from the beginning on, considering you were the only one interested.

Admittedly, you had no way to check if Josh might feel the same. God forbid, you would simply ask him ‘Hey Josh, are you interested in me romantically?’ Then again, you wouldn’t put it past Tyler to have asked that question for you.

Your thoughts got interrupted by Josh calling your name, and a moment later the bathroom door creaked open.

“Already done,” you asked, turning around after seeing him poke his head out.

“I forgot my shampoo,” he admitted. “Could I borrow yours?”

“Sure. Wait-” Getting up from your spot on the chair, you quickly grabbed the bag with shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and all the other small things you needed in the shower and walked over to the bathroom.

Josh stood half behind the door, towel wrapped around his hips, water dripping out of his dark curls and running over his bare chest. It was stupid, really stupid, just as stupid your little crush (haha, little, as if) on him was, but something about him coming from fresh under the shower was more attractive than it should have been.

You had seen him shirtless countless times. He made sure to remove it several times each show. You had seen him with nothing on but pyjama pants. You had seen him in the swimming pool, as wet as he was now, wearing only a pair of colourful swimming trunks. But now, seeing him standing in the bathroom, dripping wet like a puppy that had fallen into a pool, that was what made your heart skip a beat? You could only hope your thoughts weren’t displayed too openly on your face.

“Feel free to use whatever you need,” you offered him, holding out the bag, and he shot you a quick smile, taking the bag, but he didn’t close the bathroom door before you had turned around.

You tried going back to your thoughts, trying to sort them further, but their insistent screaming from before had dimmed to a consistent humming that now got overshadowed by the image of Josh, dripping wet, standing in the bathroom door. How pathetic could you be, getting thrown so out of your train of thoughts simply from seeing one of your best friends shirtless after having seen him shirtless the majority of nights for the past months? Then again, to your defence, objectively speaking: Josh was hot. That wasn’t just you. That was a fact.

Josh only took another few minutes before he was finished in the bathroom, leaving you to take your turn with the shower. You almost regretted a little that Josh had forgotten his shampoo, because now the bathroom smelled like your products instead of like his.

Just like Josh you quickly rinsed of, cleaning yourself enough to wash off tonight’s sweat and dust without taking too much time, before you dried off, brushed teeth, and joined Josh back in the room. He seemed to have rubbed his hair dry, because it was almost completely dry and very tousled by the time you packed your bathroom bag away.

Josh was sitting on the bed, legs folded, fiddling with a string from his pyjama pants. He had done you the favour of throwing on a t-shirt as well, one that was almost a little oversized, even for him, and made him look uncharacteristically lost. When he glanced up at you, there was an unfamiliar vulnerability in his eyes, but you knew that he wanted to talk about whatever he hadn’t been ready to share before. One look at him was all it took for you to understand that.

“I know it’s late,” he began, as he watched you pack your bag to the degree that would allow you to quickly change your clothes tomorrow morning and leave without much more packing to do. “But… can we talk?”

That was what you had been waiting for.

Abandoning the bag, you joined Josh sitting on the bed, and for a few moments he just looked at you.

“Do you wanna turn off the lights,” you offered, knowing how sometimes it helped Josh when the lights weren’t quite as bright. He had told you once, dimmer lights made him feel less exposed.

Instead of answering you verbally, he leant over to his bedside table and turned on the small lamp there, before he switched off the main lights. Immediately the room got bathed in a soft orange hue, but Josh still seemed as tense as before.

“How’re your ears now,” he asked suddenly.

Distraction. Easing into it. You knew he’d ask something like that.

“Didn’t you ask me that already,” you reminded him, keeping the tone light, but not denying him an answer either way. “They were humming a little bit for the rest of the show, but I’m good now.”

Josh nodded, keeping his eyes on your face as if he were trying to memorise it down to the last detail. Without warning he suddenly reached out, cupping your chin the same way he had done earlier that night backstage, reminding you of the nickname he had given you then. His hands were warm, and a little rough, but his grip gentle as he slightly turned your head, first to the left, then to the right, as if he expected blood to seep from your ears.

“You sure you’re okay,” he asked again, and you nodded.

“Are you?”

Slowly his hand fell away from your face, leaving a rapidly cooling imprint of the feeling of his fingers on your skin, and his eyes fixed back on his hands.

“What was going on with Tyler today,” he asked, instead of an answer.

So, he did want to talk, you concluded, he just didn’t know how?

“He suddenly got worried about his little one,” you answered, closely watching Josh’s face.

His mouth twitched and he looked up to your eyes again.

“He’s so concerned already.”

“He loves the little one,” you told Josh, who only hummed. Again silence settled over you and again it was Josh who broke it.

“Tyler and I had a conversation recently.” There you were. This was what had been weighing down on Josh. Nervously he focused back on the string that he now twisted around his index finger. “We were talking about the band, and our future, and he said something I never thought about, but really agree with.”

Expectantly you watched Josh, noticing how shallow his breathing was. He was almost panicking, you realized, so you reached out a hand, leaving it hovering over his knee, not touching him until he nodded, even though he didn’t meet your eyes. Gently you placed your hand on his knee, his warmth immediately seeping through the soft fabric of his pyjama pants into your palm.

“What did you agree on,” you asked carefully, hoping your own nervousness was not audible in the way you were talking. But being able to provide an anchor for Josh, being able to help him in some tiny way helped you distract from yourself.

“We were talking about how we’ve always been a band that was honest. And if we couldn’t be honest as ourselves, we put on masks. Oscar Wilde style.”

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth,” you recalled the famous quote.

Josh nodded. “But some parts of ourselves, that stop us from being honest, can’t be hidden underneath masks, you know,” he continued. “I asked, how we should deal with these things, especially if they become a threat to the band.”

“What kind of threat?”

Josh thought for a moment, untwirling the yarn from his finger before wrapping it around another one. “Like breaking up. If there were a problem so big, we couldn’t keep going, wouldn’t it be our responsibility to avoid creating such a problem?”

“Generally, yes,” you agreed, “unless it goes against who we are as people. If avoiding this problem means, we’re no longer true to ourselves, wouldn’t it be the honest thing to do, to walk up to the problem, admit we can’t solve it and if the band breaks because of that, then at least we stayed true to ourselves and the fans.”

Josh inhaled shakily. “That’s what Tyler said, too. That’s what I think, too. He said, we as people can’t tell our fans to live life on their conditions, only to throw ours away to obey whatever expectations the world places on our shoulders as a band.”

“That wouldn’t be very honest, no,” you agreed.

“So, do you think, if there is something I feel I should do, even if it might risk the band, I should do it?”

Biting your lip you considered Josh’s question. He was still not looking at you, still playing with the string in his fingers. It almost sounded like he was trying to hand over the responsibility of the decision to you, although you were certain he had already made his choice.

“I think,” you said slowly, “that we’ve been playing together for almost ten years now, and I’ve known you for even longer than that. We’re not so easily torn apart, and if you think you should do it, then do it.”

Josh didn’t answer, just stared at his hands before suddenly looking up to you. The light from the bedside table hit him from behind, making his messy curls glow golden while casting a shadow over his face. But the intensity in his beautiful brown eyes was not lost on you, actually made you hold your breath. And then, as if the words were so easy to admit, he said: “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You stared at him.

It would be a lie to claim you hadn’t secretly dreamt of hearing those words from his lips, but being faced with a wide-eyed Josh, who so obviously feared rejection, made things so much more difficult. You wished you could simply tell him you felt the same and that you wanted to try what being with him would be like, but after all the time, months, almost years, of keeping your growing affection locked away, it was impossible to find the right words now.

“I told Tyler about it,” Josh continued, averting his eyes once more, but now his fingers had ceased their fidgeting. “He said I needed to tell you.”

Deafening silence settled over you. The rushing of blood in your ears drowned out the humming of the air conditioning. You needed to say something, or do something, anything to signal Josh that you were not rejecting him, but all you could think about was that it didn’t make sense for someone as gentle and warm as him to fall in love with someone like you.

“You’re in love with me?”

His eyes snapped back to you. “Yes,” he confirmed. Simple. Clear. Leaving no doubt. “Is that so hard to believe?"

You blinked at him, your mind feeling like a car that had raced onto an ice patch at full speed: surprisingly quiet, and completely out of control.

“It is to me,” you admitted. “I’m not the kind of person people fall in love with.”

“I did,” Josh immediately disagreed. “I do.”

Slowly it began feeling like you were regaining control over your limbs, so you carefully lifted your hand and brought it up to Josh’s cheek. There was no hesitation in his expression as he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your palm. His skin was soft and warm, a little scratchy where he needed to shave tomorrow, but familiar and safe.

“I’m in love with you too,” you admitted quietly, leaning in closer until your forehead rested against his.

Josh’s breath hitched and he shifted, nudging his nose against yours sweetly.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, sounding out of breath, his voice barely a whisper between you.

You couldn’t help the smile that tucked at your lips as you whispered back: “Yes, please.”

He didn’t hesitate to close the gap, pressing his lips to yours while bringing his hands to your waist, holding onto you. His kiss was demanding, but soft, and you could feel him shiver when you ran your hand along his jaw, down his neck and into his hair. It made you feel better about the way your heart was hammering in your throat, and the heat that crept up your neck and into your cheeks.

Kissing Josh felt exactly like you had imagined it to feel, safe and warm and like he actually cared for you, but at the same time it was nothing like you had imagined it either. He tasted of mint from his toothpaste, leaving the sweetness of his lips seem like a second layer, hidden by the first. You could smell your body wash on him, and a surge of possessiveness flashed through you, making you press closer to him, grabbing him a little tighter and earning you an appreciative hum that you swore would have almost made you faint.

When Josh pulled away, his cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown wide.

“I didn’t expect that to actually ever happen,” he admitted slightly breathless and with a fond grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to lay down next to him. On the narrow bed, you were grateful he held you this close, keeping both of you from falling off the edge on your respective sides. At least you could use the size of the bed as a valid excuse to stay in his arms.

“Tyler did,” you suddenly realized. “Tyler expected it to happen. You told him in the beginning of the week, didn’t you? He’s been weird ever since. And you’ve been jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” Josh denied, burying his face into your neck. His warm breath made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“You definitely were jealous, when I checked up on Tyler today, and when he carried me back to stage,” you reminded him, unable to supress the teasing grin that pulled at your lips; lips on which you could still taste his. “And in that interview on Wednesday, when that guy complimented me.”

“Okay, maybe I was a bit jealous,” he admitted.

“No need to be,” you smiled, shifting to press a kiss against his hair. “I wasn’t really paying attention to anyone but you anyway.”

You could feel Josh smile against your skin, and his arms tightening around you a little more. And when you fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think that this development maybe made up for the week you had had. Perhaps you should thank Tyler for his obnoxious but eventually successful attempts to get you alone-time with Josh. How soon he would get to hear that thank-you depended entirely on how smug he’d be about the news though.

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sillyuin · 4 months ago

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Valentine's day with svt (Vocal Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt vocal unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 1/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. I'll be posting the next parts during the day or next, so wait for it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jeonghan. Playing board games.

He likes games and loves to cheat on them, that’s nothing new for you. When he told you to have a game night for valentine’s you were expecting for him to be the mischievous angel-faced he is. But he had an ace up his sleeve that you weren't prepared for.

“The loser gotta give the winner a kiss,” he said in a serious tone.

You raised an eyebrow, “if you want me to kiss you just ask me.”

He laughed softly, like he was expecting for you to say such a statement. “But, the winner has the right to ask the way they want it to be.”

“What… Does that mean?”

“I don’t know” Jeonghan bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on yours. “Just try not to lose the game”.

It was probably the hardest game you ever played in your life, not because you haven’t played Monopoly before, but because his gaze was on you all the time, as if Jeonghan was able to read even the deepest thought in your mind.

Whatever he was thinking, you made a double effort to not fail into his love games. But let’s be honest, it’s a sweet temptation you’d like to try without hesitation.

Joshua. Baking cookies for each other.

Something so simple and so endearing at the same time, there’s nothing like an afternoon filled with laughs and the delicious smell of cookies, as the promise of a sweet and romantic night.

“Josh, can you give me the choco chips?” you asked, while checking the recipe on your phone. However, he said nothing, “Josh… Joshua!”

“Hey, don’t scream at me” he complained in a sassy manner, “I’m just beside you, and I’m busy”.

You turned to see what he was doing, and raised an eyebrow, confused. “Aren’t we supposed to make cookies with choco chips?”

“Yeah”.

“Then, what is that?”

“Oh, this” Joshua’s smile was so big that the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he proudly show you his creation, “it’s for you. Do you like it?”

He was holding a tray full of those calico-shaped cookies you wanted to try. The kitty shaped cookies were actually very cute, so much that you even forgot why you raised your voice at him.

“When did you baked them?”

“Before you came home. I wanted to try something different.” Joshua stared at you tilting his head, “I bake for you and you bake for me, then we watch one of those romcon you love as much as me”.

“Sounds good for me.” you laughed low as you continued with your cookies, “but you have to wait for me, I need to finish these.”

“Okay” He approached you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “I'll be here just checking in your work. Please do as if I’m not here”.

Woozi. Spa night.

He’s always about work, but also needs a break from time to time. Now, your time has come: No phones, no responsibilities, just the two of you taking care of each other in the warmth of your shared apartment.

The pleasant aroma of scented candles filled the whole room, and Jihoon let out a deep sigh. When was the last time he felt that relieved? He can’t remember, but now he feels like touching heaven and the best part, it was in the comfort of his own home.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you protest with a playful tone, “I just started with your shoulders”.

“I’m sorry” he apologized in a lazy tone, “but I’m serious, you're so good at it, you'd become a millionaire with this job.”

“I’m not that good, this is just a hobby,” you laughed in a low tone. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Yes, please!” Jihoon agreed cheerfully, “Is amazing, what did you make this tea with?"

“Oh, you know; chamomile, other natural stuff” leaning towards him, you let a kiss in the top of his head, snuggling your face on his hair, “and all my love for you”.

Dokyeom. Homemade pizzas.

He loves pizza and he loves you even more, that’s all he needs. In the warmth of your cozy apartment, a messy yet funny meal takes place that you both are going to remember for a long time.

“What in the world is this?” you said trying not to laugh, “looks like my heart after I watched that sad movie”.

“But it was fine!” he stammered, laughing in embarrassment, “the oven tricked us!”

Seokmin has been planning this night with the highest expectation, but the heart-shaped pizzas didn’t turn as he visualized. They smell good for sure, however something went wrong and now you have something that looks more like an attempt that a pizza itself.

“Ah, we put in so much effort” he made a small pout, “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s our first time” you patted his back trying to comfort him, “I bet they’re delicious, let’s just eat”.

And it was indeed the best pizza you ever tried before; your praise words encouraged him as you both sat on the sofa and started eating your homemade dinner.

It didn’t turned out as expected, but your heart was so filled with joy and happiness that it didn't really matter, it is priceless and you’d never change this day for nothing in the world.

Seungkwan. Trying a new café.

Making changes is always good and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to do something different. Unfortunately, you’re not the only couple who had the same idea.

“This place is full too” Seungkwan signed, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “It’s the third one”.

“It’s okay Boo, we can do something else”.

You were sitting in the car and the atmosphere started to feel a little heavy. Maybe going for a café date on Valentine’s Day wasn’t the best idea, every place was crowded as if everyone just had the same braincel and decided to occupy every single café in town. And Seungkwan was part of that unplanned collective.

“I’m so sorry, love” he placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice was low and a little sad, “I should’ve planned this better and made a reservation.”

You remained thoughtful, an idea came to your mind and you said it with a big smile. “Hey, what about if we buy something and make our own café at home?”

“That… Actually doesn’t sound bad” he raised both eyebrows tilting his head, “What’s on your mind?”

And so, a few purchases later, you ended up drinking delicious coffee at home, accompanied with a sweet strawberry cake and a tender playlist you both made at that moment. It has the potential to become a tradition, after all, it doesn’t matter the place or the activity; every moment with Seungkwan is special for you.

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muiitoloko · 5 months ago

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Holding the Line

Summary: Bound by duty but torn by desire, Alex struggles to maintain his professionalism as your touch and teasing words chip away at his resolve.

Pairing: Alex Hughes × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Unrequited love.

Author's Notes: I wrote this a while ago but wasn’t really motivated to share it. However, since I’m out of ideas for new stories, I figured I’d post it now.

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Alex Hughes adjusted his glasses nervously, his hazel eyes darting between the pristine white menu and the luminous figure sitting across from him. You were radiant, even in the dim light of the upscale restaurant, your polished demeanor and effortless elegance only highlighting the stark contrast between your world and his. Tonight, more than ever, Alex felt like a trespasser in your orbit. He wasn’t supposed to be here, sitting at this table with you, in a restaurant where the wine probably cost more than his monthly salary. He was meant to be at the door, watchful and unobtrusive, his role as your driver and bodyguard blending into the background.

But then Josh had canceled.

Alex had seen the flicker of hurt cross your face when you read the message, the way your fingers tightened around your phone for just a second before your composed mask slipped back into place. Instead of leaving, you’d looked at him, your eyes shimmering with an emotion he couldn’t quite place, and asked—no, told—him to sit with you.

“Order whatever you like,” you’d said with a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s on me.”

Now, as Alex sat across from you, his hooked nose twitching slightly in discomfort, he couldn’t bring himself to order. The dishes listed on the menu sounded impossibly extravagant—lobster soufflé, truffle risotto, wagyu beef—and the absence of prices only heightened his unease. What did something like this cost? More than he’d earned as a mechanic before life had taken a darker turn, no doubt.

You, however, seemed completely unfazed. You skimmed the menu with the nonchalance of someone who dined like this regularly, and Alex couldn’t help but admire you. Not just your beauty, though that was undeniable, but your strength. The way you carried yourself, even when you were hurting, made him ache with something he’d long ago tried to bury.

Desire.

“You’re staring, Alex,” you said suddenly, your voice pulling him from his thoughts. Your tone was playful, but there was a softness to it that made his heart stutter.

“Apologies,” he murmured, his baritone voice low and gravelly as he quickly averted his gaze back to the menu. “Just… keeping an eye out. Habit.”

You chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears. “I think I’m safe here,” you said, setting your menu down and leaning forward slightly. “Unless you think the waiter is planning an elaborate heist.”

The corner of Alex’s mouth twitched, the ghost of a smile threatening to form. “You never know,” he replied, his hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours. “I’ve seen stranger things.”

The warmth of your gaze lingered on him for a moment too long, and Alex felt his pulse quicken. He tried to focus on the menu again, but his thoughts betrayed him, spiraling into forbidden territory. He’d spent so many nights imagining you like this—close, intimate, sharing a moment that wasn’t overshadowed by the roles you both played. But it was impossible. You were untouchable, a star in a galaxy he could only ever observe from afar.

And yet, tonight, you were here. With him.

“You haven’t ordered,” you said, tilting your head slightly as you studied him. “Do you not like anything on the menu?”

“I…” Alex hesitated, his fingers tightening around the edge of the menu. “It’s not that. I just don’t—” He stopped himself, unsure how to explain the gulf between his world and yours without sounding pathetic.

You reached across the table, your hand brushing lightly against his, and Alex froze. “Alex,” you said softly, your voice laced with a kindness that made his chest ache, “you’re allowed to enjoy yourself. Let me do this for you. Please.”

His hazel eyes met yours, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Your touch was gentle, yet it set his skin alight, every nerve ending tingling with a longing he couldn’t suppress. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, that he had no right to want you the way he did, but in this moment, with your hand on his and your gaze holding his captive, all his carefully constructed walls began to crumble.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve already done so much—”

“I want to,” you interrupted, your tone firm but kind. “You’re always looking out for me, Alex. Let me do the same for you tonight.”

The sincerity in your voice left him speechless. He nodded slowly, his throat tight as he forced himself to look back at the menu. “Thank you,” he murmured, his baritone voice thick with emotion.

As the evening wore on, Alex found himself relaxing, the conversation flowing more easily than he’d expected. You shared stories about your work, your frustrations with the industry, and even some lighthearted anecdotes that made him chuckle—a sound he hadn’t heard from himself in years. He listened intently, his hazel eyes never leaving your face, drinking in every detail of your expressions, your laughter, the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear when you spoke.

When the waiter brought dessert—an elaborate chocolate soufflé with gold flakes—you insisted on sharing it, your smile teasing as you held out a fork for him to take. “Come on, Alex,” you said, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t make me eat this alone.”

He hesitated for a moment before accepting the fork, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was brief but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. He took a small bite, the rich flavor exploding on his tongue, and you laughed softly at the look of surprise that crossed his face.

“See?” you said, leaning forward slightly. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Better than I expected,” he admitted, his voice softer now, almost intimate.

Your eyes lingered on his, and Alex felt the air between you shift, charged with an unspoken tension. He knew he should look away, break the moment before it became too much, but he couldn’t. You were so close, so warm, and for the first time, he allowed himself to imagine what it might be like if things were different—if he could reach across the table and take your hand, pull you into his arms, and tell you everything he felt but could never say.

But reality came crashing back as the waiter approached with the check, and Alex forced himself to pull away, retreating into the safety of his role as your bodyguard. Still, as you left the restaurant together, your arm brushing against his as you walked, he couldn’t help but wonder if, just for tonight, he’d been something more.

The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Alex kept his hands steady on the steering wheel, his hazel eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds. You sat quietly in the backseat, your phone’s faint glow illuminating your face. You were uncharacteristically subdued, your usual vibrancy replaced by a somber air that made Alex’s chest ache. The dim light caught the glint of your earrings, a reminder of the lavish dinner you had just shared—an evening that, despite its initial awkwardness, had been unexpectedly intimate.

But now, the mood had shifted.

Alex hesitated, his fingers tightening briefly on the wheel before he broke the silence. “Is everything all right?” he asked, his baritone voice low and careful.

You glanced up, startled, as if pulled from a trance. “Hmm? Oh.” You tucked your phone into your bag, forcing a tight smile. “It’s nothing. Just… problems with Josh. As always.”

Alex’s heart sank at the name, though he kept his expression neutral. Josh. The boyfriend who had somehow managed to hurt you time and time again without even trying. The man who didn’t deserve you.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Alex said quietly, his tone measured but filled with genuine concern.

You laughed softly, though the sound was bitter. “Don’t be. It’s my own fault for thinking he’d be different. For thinking this time it would be different.”

Alex clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to say what he truly felt. That Josh was a fool. That anyone who treated you as anything less than the extraordinary woman you were didn’t deserve a second of your time. But he couldn’t. His role was to protect you, not to burden you with his feelings.

“It always starts the same,” you continued, your voice tinged with a weary humor that cut deeper than you probably realized. “They’re enchanted by all the Hollywood glamour. The red carpets, the premieres, the awards shows. They love the idea of me. But the reality? The long hours, the travel, the scrutiny… They don’t stick around for that part.”

Alex’s grip on the wheel tightened as he risked another glance at you in the mirror. The vulnerability in your expression was like a knife to the heart. He wanted to tell you that you deserved better, that you deserved someone who saw you—not the actress, not the star, but the person. But how could he, when even the thought of confessing his feelings filled him with dread? He was a convict, a bodyguard. A man with too much baggage and no right to stand in your light.

You sighed, leaning back in your seat and pressing a hand to your temple. “It doesn’t matter,” you said, your tone lighter but forced. “I’m flying to New York tomorrow for the new shoot. That’ll keep my mind busy.”

Alex’s stomach twisted at the reminder of your departure. He’d known it was coming, of course, but hearing you say it felt like a punch to the gut. The thought of being by your side, watching over you while keeping his distance, was both a privilege and a torment. He wanted so much more, but he knew he could never have it.

You leaned forward suddenly, resting your arms on the back of his seat. The sudden proximity made his breath hitch, though he kept his focus on the road. “Have you packed yet?” you asked, your tone casual, but there was a flicker of curiosity in your eyes.

“Not yet,” Alex replied, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “I’ll do it tonight.”

You smiled faintly, tilting your head. “You always pack light. I don’t know how you do it. I’d be lost without half my closet.”

Alex chuckled softly, the sound more reflex than genuine amusement. “Years of practice,” he said. “You learn to travel light when you don’t have much to bring.”

The words hung in the air, their weight palpable. You studied him for a moment, your brow furrowing slightly, but you didn’t press. Instead, you leaned back, retreating into your thoughts as the car continued down the darkened road.

The silence between you was heavy with unspoken words, with things Alex longed to say but knew he never could. As he pulled into the driveway of your sprawling home, his heart ached with the knowledge that, come tomorrow, he would follow you to New York. He would stand in the shadows, guarding you from harm, and continue to love you from a distance. Because that was all he could ever offer.

“Thanks for the ride, Alex,” you said softly as you opened the door, your smile faint but genuine. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Alex replied, his baritone voice steady despite the lump in his throat.

As you disappeared inside, Alex sat in the car for a long moment, staring at the now-empty passenger seat. The echoes of your laughter, your words, lingered in the quiet. And as he finally drove away, he couldn’t shake the thought that he was losing something precious—not to Josh, not to Hollywood, but to the unyielding chasm between your worlds.

The plane jolted violently, and Alex tightened his grip on the armrests of his first-class seat, his knuckles white as he fought to suppress the growing wave of panic. His hazel eyes, wide behind his glasses, flickered nervously to the overhead compartments, half-expecting them to burst open and send luggage tumbling down. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the steady hum of the engines rather than the gut-wrenching drop in altitude.

You sat beside him, perfectly composed, the corner of your mouth twitching as you observed his obvious discomfort. Flying was second nature to you; turbulence barely registered anymore. Alex’s fear, on the other hand, was an amusing—and endearing—constant on your travels together.

“Relax, Alex,” you said, your voice calm but laced with mischief. You leaned closer, your perfume a subtle distraction that made his pulse race for entirely different reasons. “If the plane goes down, it’ll be quick. You won’t even have time to feel it.”

Alex groaned, shooting you a withering look despite the sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Not helping,” he muttered, his baritone voice strained with tension.

You chuckled softly, unable to resist teasing him further. “What? You’d prefer I lie and say everything’s fine? Because that’s what they do before the oxygen masks drop.”

“Stop,” Alex growled, his voice low and warning, though it lacked any real bite. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I am,” you admitted with a grin, leaning back in your seat. “But only because you’re so predictable. Every single flight, Alex.”

The plane jolted again, and Alex stiffened, his eyes snapping shut as he muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. You watched him with a mixture of amusement and fondness, your hand resting lightly on the armrest between you.

When the turbulence didn’t immediately subside, Alex’s hand shot out, gripping yours in a moment of pure instinct. His fingers were warm and strong, and the sudden contact sent an unexpected thrill up your spine. You glanced down at your entwined hands, your amusement momentarily giving way to something softer, something unspoken.

“See?” you said, your tone teasing but gentler now. “Not so bad, is it? If we go down, at least we’ll die holding hands.”

Alex opened one eye to glare at you, his hazel gaze sharp despite the flicker of vulnerability in his expression. “Do you ever stop joking?”

“Never,” you replied, your smile widening. “You should know that by now.”

He groaned again, but his grip on your hand didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened as the plane shuddered once more. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re terrified,” you shot back, earning a faint flush on his cheeks. For a moment, you wondered if it was just fear coloring his face—or something else entirely.

The turbulence finally began to ease, the plane leveling out with only the occasional bump. Alex exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing just enough to reclaim a semblance of composure. But his hand remained in yours, his thumb brushing against your skin absently, as if he didn’t quite realize what he was doing.

“Better now?” you asked, tilting your head to study him.

Alex nodded, his baritone voice softer as he replied, “Yeah. Thanks.”

“For what?” you asked, your tone light but curious. “Mocking you mercilessly or holding your hand like a scared child?”

“Both, apparently,” he said, his lips twitching in a faint smile despite himself.

You laughed, the sound warm and genuine, and Alex felt his heart stutter in his chest. It was moments like this—your laughter, your teasing, your effortless way of disarming him—that made it so hard for him to keep his feelings locked away. He knew he had no right to want you, no place in your world, but in moments like this, when your hand was in his and your smile felt like it was just for him, he couldn’t help but imagine.

The plane settled into a smooth glide, and Alex finally released your hand, though the absence of your touch left him feeling strangely bereft. He looked away, adjusting his glasses in an attempt to mask the flush creeping up his neck.

“You know,” you said after a moment, your tone turning wicked again, “you might survive the next flight if you let me hold your hand the whole time.”

Alex turned back to you, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you love it,” you teased, your gaze lingering on him for just a beat too long.

Alex’s breath caught, his heart hammering in his chest as he scrambled to find a response that wouldn’t betray the truth in your words. But before he could speak, you leaned back in your seat, closing your eyes with a contented sigh.

“Get some rest, Alex,” you murmured. “You’re going to need it. New York is going to be chaos.”

As your breathing evened out, Alex allowed himself a brief moment to watch you, his gaze soft and unguarded. He knew this was as close as he’d ever get, this fragile intimacy born of turbulence and teasing. And for now, it was enough.

Because for Alex Hughes, loving you from afar was both a torment and a gift—a secret he’d carry with him to the ends of the earth, or at least to the next flight.

For the next few hours, Alex tried to distract himself with the screen on the seat in front of him. He toggled between the flight path map and a generic action movie that barely held his attention. The cabin lights had dimmed, and most passengers, including you, were already asleep. But Alex Hughes couldn’t sleep on flights. He never could. It wasn’t just the cramped space or the ambient noise—it was his restless mind, an ever-present undercurrent of memories and regrets that refused to quiet.

He shifted in his seat, adjusting his glasses as his hazel eyes flicked to you. You were asleep, your head resting against the window. Even in the soft glow of the cabin, your features were striking. You, the Hollywood darling, one of the highest-paid actresses in the world, looked so peaceful, so unguarded. Alex felt his chest tighten, an ache that had become all too familiar.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been this close to you during a flight. These moments had become routine, part of his life as your bodyguard. But every time, it felt like the first—a quiet torture he couldn’t escape. You were untouchable, a star far beyond his reach, yet here you were, so near that he could hear the soft rhythm of your breathing.

A sudden jolt of turbulence caused you to stir, shifting in your sleep. Without thinking, Alex reached out, his hand hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. You mumbled something incoherent, your head turning slightly before you settled again—this time against his shoulder.

Alex froze, his body stiff with tension. Your head, warm and soft, was nestled against him, your breath fanning lightly across his neck. He glanced around the cabin, half expecting someone to notice, though he knew no one would. The plane hummed softly, passengers lost in their dreams.

For a moment, he thought about waking you, gently easing you back into your seat. But as your fingers curled slightly against his arm, his resolve crumbled. He sighed quietly, resigned, and leaned back just enough to support your weight without disturbing you.

He caught the attention of a passing flight attendant and, with a subtle nod, gestured for a blanket. She returned moments later, her expression understanding as she handed it over without a word. Alex unfolded the soft material and draped it over you, taking care to tuck it around your shoulders.

His movements were slow, deliberate, as if afraid the spell of the moment would break. Once you were covered, he allowed himself a rare indulgence, tilting his head slightly to look at you. Your features were relaxed, free of the guarded expression you wore so often in public. In sleep, you were just a person—not a star, not an icon, but a woman who, for reasons he couldn’t fathom, had trusted him with her safety.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, his baritone voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.

Alex shifted his gaze back to the screen, his thoughts a chaotic mix of yearning and guilt. He knew he had no right to feel this way, to want more than the professional boundaries he’d imposed on himself. But moments like this—when you were so close, so vulnerable—made it impossible to ignore the truth.

He loved you.

Not in the fleeting, superficial way most people probably did. His love was quiet, patient, and hopelessly unspoken. He admired you from afar, cared for you in ways you might never notice, and accepted that it could never be more than this.

The plane glided smoothly through the night sky, and Alex sat motionless, unwilling to disturb the fragile peace that had settled between you. The weight of your head against his shoulder was both a comfort and a torment, a bittersweet reminder of everything he could never have.

For now, this would have to be enough.

#alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #alex hughes x reader #snow cake #alex hughes

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hxrsheykisses · 5 months ago

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Hi Hershey!!! Firstly, I just wanted to say that your ao3 ETC fic is amazing!!! It’s in my tabs and I refresh it every few hours or so lolol

I was wondering if you could write abt how the boys from etc would deal with a hopeless romantic! reader? Like, the reader watches a ton of rom-coms, reads romance books, and laments abt how they can’t find a bf (when the boys are literally right in front of them)

Take all the time you need to write this!! <3 I hope you have a good day!! :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️ Awww I love this request! Thank you so much for requesting!!!💋

Where do I even begin?

The boys would be frustrated to say the least because you’re over here watching countless of rom-coms, reading romantic books, and are constantly talking about how you don’t have a boyfriend. You also spout on about how every person your age has a boyfriend while you don’t!

The issue is how you act blind. Cause there are CLEARLY four boys who’d love to fill that void in your heart and you’re taking a blind eye to it. let’s be for real, when was the last time any of these gross teens got close to a relationship without it falling and burning? If anything, they’d love to become your boyfriend!

If you open your fucking eyes, that is.

Bill is the one who’s going to be frustrated and pissed off because he has a superior complex and an ego that is up where heaven is. He’s going to be so butt hurt over it that it genuinely makes him want to pull his hair out. He’s tried everything in the book that is out of character for him; he opened doors for you, held out chairs for you, gave somewhat little care to your feelings, and just trying to be a LITTLE bit better. However, none of those efforts are working well much to his disdain.

Josh, he gets upset when his attempts at “wooing” you don’t go as planned. He rambles on about his interests and you looked and acted very interested in them. He would show off his many collections or any doubles he has to you in hopes that it’ll get you closer to him and soon be wrapped around his finger! He wasn’t pissed off like how Bill is—but he still was hurt! You two share some of the same interests so he thought that you’d be happy to know that if you two ever became a thing, you’d have a boyfriend who enjoys the same things as you! That’s always good right?

Pete is a little cornball so he’d know some of the ropes on how to win a person over or two! He would compliment you daily, makes some jokes to make you laugh, try to take you places, and he even stole some of his parents money to buy you something you like. Pete loves seeing you smile all big when he does these things and it gives him a big ego boost! But it still makes him confused and pretty frustrated when he still doesn’t have you where he needs you! Your still going on about you not having a boyfriend after he literally took you out to eat at Mcdonald’s!

Jerry is the sanest out of all of them. He doesnt want to overwhelm you with gifts, be overly sweet, or talk to much about himself in fear that he might drive you away. Jerry is hesitant but he still interacts with you, making sure not to go overboard. He thinks you’re pretty/handsome, smart, and you seem to be the person he actual sees himself having a chance with considering the circumstances. He can get kinda angsty here and there because he’s worried that maybe he’s not the one that you want and that’s why you haven’t made any moves yet…

And god help us all if they find out that they ALL have a thing for you! They will go fertile and lash out at each other, trying to one up the other, constantly arguing about who’s going to hang out with you, etc. You on the other hand are so oblivious to the chaotic mess as you let out a long dramatic sigh, saying how you’ll never find yourself with a boyfriend who loves you…💔

Bill thought about getting you glasses so that you can see that the love of your life is him and not the others

#the eltingville club #eltingville pete #eltingville bill #eltingville josh #eltingville jerry #welcome to eltingville #bill dickey #josh levy #jerry stokes #pete dinunzio #fluff #kissy 💋

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slapthosewilliessilly · 4 months ago

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Hey so I haven’t been on this app in literally 6 years- recovered this account after so long and I just have something to get off my chest;

Firstly don’t read this if you aren’t 18+ but

Joshua Washington absolutely talks you through it.

Listen you guys don’t get it like I do- it’s probably his favorite thing like actually ever. Especially if like you’re more inexperienced than he is when it comes to that sort of thing.

Depending on how his day went he can either shower you in praises, sweet names- (and cum). He’s sweet and takes his time, especially in missionary where he can watch you and even hold your hands while he devours you.

But if it’s a bad day? Dude- lord help you.

He will pound you so hard and he’s so rude about it, he gets practically desperate for you and the need to degrade you is so overwhelming. Josh also definitely loves having you stupid to the point where you can’t even respond to what he says, he just laughs when you whine or whimper as he takes immense pride in over stimulating you to the point you have tears in your eyes.

Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

#until dawn #josh washington #18+ mdni #down bad #i need him #video games #mike monroe #riding him until dawn #chris hartley #emily davis #matthew taylor

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z0mbiekisses · 9 months ago

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Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

#josh dun #joshua dun #josh dun x reader #josh dun fanfic #josh dun fanfiction #josh dun oneshot #josh dun imagine #twenty one pilots #tøpfanfic #tyler joseph #tøp

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ceceswithnopizza · 6 days ago

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Me and Mr.Wrong

The calm up and down of your breathing, the only calm thing in the room right now. Nerves. The clench of Josh’s hands as he sits at the edge of the couch. Maybe his hands were itching to touch her, maybe they were itching to pull himself up and out of the house altogether.

Up, down. Up, down.

She said in her head,the only voice she cared to hear right now. It felt like her arms were spreading the shakes everywhere. The hot, uncomfortable sticking to her like sweat.

Up, down. Up, down.

“Baby,” he called out, feeling her slip away all the friendliness he had liked so much about her was gone, toward him. She sat there in silence something she never did. This was a bad idea.

She sucked in a deep, sudden breath before she tried to open her mouth and say something. The dryness of her lips telling time on its own.

“It’s okay, Joshua,” she muttered before standing up. Him popping up right behind her—the heaviest weight that had been on his shoulders lifted, but then was replaced twice over. Dread.

No matter what she said, he knew this wasn’t okay. After such a long battle, after such a simple and perfect time. It had looked like their future.

Joshua would carry it around in his wallet if he could.

Hi hi everyone I’m potentially back and I will be continuing Me and Mr.Wrong but, I will be revamping it so that may take me a while but in my involuntary time way I realized I haven’t been the type of writer I want to be and in order to be that I need time so….

The updates will probably be very slow but that’s just because I care and there aren’t many people this update will be for but I digress.

I will also be writing for other people, I would love requests but that’s all for now thank you for reading. 💕

#main event jey uso #jey uso x oc #jey uso smut #jey uso fic #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x reader #me and mr.wrong

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iboatedhere · 3 months ago

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”This is a terrible idea, isn’t it?” 💚 for WolfNichols

“This is a terrible idea, isn’t it?”

Wolf shrugs beside him, the wind coming off the river ruffing his hair. “I do it all the time.”

“Yeah,” Josh says, “but you also speed and take drugs you find on your patients while at work.”

“I am always very careful when I’m with you and I’ve only taken drugs once while working at Bronx General.”

“And before that?” Josh prompts.

Wolf clears his throat. “I thought we agreed not to ruminate on the past.”

“Right, of course,” Josh nods as he looks out over the water, longing for the day off he thought he’d be having. Persuading Wolf back to bed after he watered his ferns, drinking Bloody Marys at brunch, watching movies Wolf had never seen before, or catching up on some reading with his feet in Wolf’s lap.

Instead, he’s standing on the rocky shore of the Hudson just south of the George Washington Bridge, barefoot and in swim trunks, watching sailboats fly by on the current.

“It’s not illegal,” Wolf says, “technically.”

“That makes me feel a lot better, thanks.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Wolf snaps. “I’ve been doing this by myself for decades, I don’t need a swim buddy.”

“No, I want to.”

Wolf scoffs. “You one hundred percent do not.”

“I want to do this with you,” Josh tells him, “I’m interested in you.”

“I’m not doubting that,” Wolf says, gesturing to the mouth shaped bruises Josh left behind on his neck.

“No, I mean I’m interested in you as a person. Intellectually. I want to learn about your hobbies and your favorite foods and the way you take your coffee and the things you like and for some reason you like this. So.” He says, wincing as an empty beer can floats by. “Here I am.”

“Oh,” Wolf says. “That’s actually very sweet.”

“That’s what you do when you date someone.”

“I didn’t realize,” Wolf tells him. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.” He glances over at Josh then starts back up the rocks toward the parking lot. “All right, c’mon.”

“Wolf—.”

“I also like the botanical garden,” Wolf interrupts. “And the coffee shop a few blocks away and then, after that, you can tell me what you like to do because I’m also interested in you…intellectually and otherwise,” he says as he gives Josh a slow once over.

“Really?”

Wolf nods and holds out his hand. “Now come up here before I change my mind.”

Josh eagerly accepts his hand and lets himself be pulled up the rocks.

#wolfnichols #wolfnichols fic #brilliant minds #brilliant minds fic #ficlet friday #ask

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doormatty3 · 1 year ago

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Veiled Passions (Josh Lambert x Reader)

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Summary:

[Josh Lambert x Female Reader] [Josh Lambert x You] After you and Josh had sex, the mutual attraction between you continues to grow stronger. You know that you should stay away from him - he’s your friend's dad, around two decades older than you and divorced. And yet, you both find yourselves irresistibly drawn to each other. So, as the year progresses, you decide to pursue a committed relationship while keeping it a secret from friends and family. But lies never live to be old - especially when they are this severe. And yet, he makes you the happiest you’ve ever been, but doubts creep in as you're reminded of the reasons you should steer clear. And when Dalton, your friend, also confesses his feelings for you, the misery deepens, complicating an already tumultuous situation. Amidst the chaos, one thing remains clear - your heart belongs to Josh Lambert. OR: Josh shows you who you belong to.

Wordcount: 11440

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, vaginal sex, smut, dirty talk, older man/ younger woman, daddy issues, face fucking, blowjob

A/N: There it is - the second part of my Josh x Reader stories. So I advise you to catch up on the first one before you read this one: Part 1: Pushing Further

Being a senior has its perks because you have the privilege to venture beyond the campus. While freshmen and those in between can also partake, the administration isn’t particularly fond of the idea.

The freedom to come and go as you please became a valuable asset, especially when it comes to visiting Josh at his house.

Josh, your friend’s father, is almost two decades your senior and divorced but also unbelievably hot and caring.

You got fortunate when you first had sex with him in Dalton and Chris’ room - you cleaned up and then chatted until they came by.

You still get wet when you think about that afternoon. It had been and still is, undoubtedly, the hottest thing you’ve ever done. You can still remember how it felt to have his cum inside your cunt dripping out while standing there, trying to appear normal while talking to Dalton and Chris and not like you just got absolutely wrecked by his dad.

Nevertheless, you decided unanimously that the sex in that room had been a one-time thing - the next time, he fucked you in your own dorm bed. And to avoid being caught by anyone, you decided it was safer to meet up at his place since it would have been hard to explain why he was in your room and not in his son’s.

So far, you haven’t talked about what exactly you are, but there is a silent acknowledgement that your connection goes beyond the superficial. Perhaps fueled by an underlying fear on his part - a fear of potential heartache. It’s as if he sees in you the power to evoke emotions that are both thrilling and terrifying. And he’s right with that - the whatever you have has the potential of stirring up dust for both of you.

Yet, there is a subtle yet undeniable gravitational force that draws you closer to Josh, and in turn, he reciprocates with a magnetic attraction.

But you know that your fondness for him goes beyond mere friendship or a feeling of infatuation - you genuinely like him.

As the year unfolds, so does the depth of your friendship with Chris and Dalton. Your bond remains steadfast, growing stronger with each shared moment. You make it a point to meet up as often as possible, cherishing the camaraderie and the sense of belonging that comes with it.

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you, Dalton, and Chris settle into your usual spot at the café. It’s a cosy haven amidst the hustle and bustle of the outside world, a place where you can relax and enjoy each other’s company.

Chris’s eyes light up with excitement as she leans forward. “Hey, guys, I was thinking,” she begins, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “What do you say we do something fun this weekend? Maybe go on a road trip or check out that new exhibit downtown?”

Dalton nods eagerly in agreement. “That sounds like a blast! Count me in! We could even go camping if the weather’s nice.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending quality time with your friends, but as you consider their invitation, a pang of guilt tugs at your conscience. You already have plans for the weekend - plans with Josh that you can’t share with your friends.

With a regretful smile, you shake your head. “As much as I’d love to join you guys, I’ve already made plans for the weekend,” you explain, hoping they won’t press for details.

Chris raises an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression. “Oh? What kind of plans?”

You hesitate, knowing you can’t reveal the truth. “It’s, um, a family thing,” you reply vaguely, feeling a twinge of guilt at the half-truth. “You know how it is.”

Dalton nods in understanding, though there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “No worries, we’ll catch you next time.”

As the conversation shifts to other topics, you can’t shake the feeling of unease that settles over you. Keeping secrets from your friends weighs heavily on your conscience, but the thought of betraying Josh’s trust is even more daunting.

With a heavy heart, you take a sip of your coffee, the bitter taste serving as a reminder of the complexities of your situation. As you sit in silence, lost in thought, you can’t help but wonder how long you can keep up the charade before the truth inevitably comes to light.

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The Saturday morning sun filters through the curtains as you make your way to Josh’s house. It’s early; the world is still waking up around you, but you’re filled with a sense of anticipation as you approach his doorstep. Each step brings you closer to the clandestine rendezvous you’ve been eagerly awaiting.

As you reach the familiar front door, you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in your stomach, knowing that soon you’ll be wrapped in Josh’s arms, lost in the warmth of his presence.

With a steadying exhale, you reach out to knock, the sound echoing through the quiet morning air. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing Josh’s face, his eyes lighting up with a smile as he greets you.

His brown hair is tousled in a charmingly dishevelled way, and your breath catches in your throat. His stubble beard, meticulously groomed, frames his jawline perfectly, adding an air of ruggedness to his otherwise refined appearance. But it’s his piercing blue eyes, shining brightly with warmth and affection, that never fail to leave you spellbound.

Every time you lay eyes on him, it’s as if you’re struck by lightning, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his undeniable handsomeness. His presence alone has a way of electrifying your senses, leaving you breathless and longing for more.

Dressed in a soft white shirt that hugs his toned arms and contours deliciously over his soft middle, Josh exudes an effortless allure. Paired with grey sweatpants and bare feet, he exudes a casual charm that only serves to enhance his appeal.

As you take in the sight of him standing before you, radiant and inviting, you can’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. There’s an undeniable magnetism to him, a pull that draws you in closer with each passing moment.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. “I’m glad you’re here.”

A rush of relief floods through you at his words, dispelling any lingering doubts or anxieties. You return his smile, a sense of comfort settling over you in his presence.

“Me too,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Without another word, Josh steps aside, inviting you into his home with a gentle gesture. As you cross the threshold, you can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over you, as if you belong here with him.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, Josh wastes no time closing the distance between you, his arms enveloping you in a warm, reassuring embrace. The world around you fades into insignificance as he pulls you close, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, he tilts your chin upwards, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. And then, without a word, his lips meet yours in a kiss that ignites a firestorm of emotion within you.

His kiss is tender yet passionate, a symphony of longing and desire that pulses between you with every beat of your heart. The softness of his lips against yours sends a wave of electricity coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending with a spark of anticipation.

As you melt into his embrace, you feel a sense of completeness wash over you, as if every piece of your being has found its rightful place in his arms. The world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each kiss deepening the connection between you.

In that fleeting moment, nothing else matters except the overwhelming feelings that consume you. And as you bask in the warmth of his embrace, you know that this is where you belong - in his arms.

As you break from the hug, Josh leads you into his living room, the soft glow of the morning light bathing the room in a warm, inviting ambience.

Both of you sit down on the cushions, and he pulls you close, sighing softly and content. As you steal a glance at him, you feel your heart flutter, and you know that this is the moment you need to talk about your feelings.

There’s no easy way to broach the subject, no simple words to convey the complexities of your emotions.

“Josh,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

He turns to you, his blue eyes reflecting concern as he reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. “Of course, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the vulnerability of your confession. “It’s about us,” you say, the words tumbling forth hesitantly, and you see his brow furrow. “About where we stand, what we mean to each other.”

Josh listens intently, his expression a mix of understanding and apprehension - and fear. “Go on,” he urges softly, his voice trembling.

“It’s just...,” you begin, your voice faltering as you grapple with the weight of your emotions. “I care about you, Josh, more than I can put into words. But there are so many obstacles in our way.”

You pause, struggling to find the right words to convey the myriad of concerns swirling in your mind. “The age difference, the fact that you’re my friend’s dad... It’s all so complicated.”

Josh nods in understanding, his gaze softening with empathy. “I know,” he says gently, and as he continues, his voice gets quieter with every word until he is whispering. “Believe me, I’ve thought about all of that too. But none of it changes how I feel about you.”

His words wash over you like a soothing balm, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty. “I want something permanent with you,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability. “Something real and lasting.”

A flicker of emotion crosses Josh’s features, his expression a mixture of tenderness and determination. “And so do I,” he replies, his voice unwavering.

“I want us to be in a proper relationship,” he continues, his words carrying a weight that fills the room. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

The air seems to crackle with electricity as his declaration sinks in, and for a moment, you’re rendered speechless. His words echo in your mind, sending ripples of emotion cascading through your soul.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you meet his gaze, your heart overflowing with warmth and affection. “I’d like that,” you say softly, your voice filled with a quiet certainty. “I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

The words feel right, settling into place like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. In that moment, you know with absolute clarity that this is where you’re meant to be - in Josh’s arms, as his partner, his confidante, his love.

His face lights up with a radiant smile, his eyes alight with joy as he reaches out to take your hand in his. “Thank you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. “You mean everything to me.”

As the weight of Josh’s words hangs in the air, a charged silence settles between you, filled with anticipation and longing. In that moment, without a word, he closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender yet passionate kiss.

Time seems to stand still as the world fades away, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the warmth of his embrace. His kiss is like a symphony, each movement a melody that resonates deep within your soul.

In that fleeting moment, as you melt into each other’s embrace, you’re lost in a whirlwind of sensation, every nerve ending alight with the electricity of his touch. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, a silent declaration of the love and desire that binds you together.

And as you pull away, breathless and flushed with emotion, and Josh’s brilliant blue eyes lock with yours, a surge of electricity courses through your veins, igniting a firestorm of desire within you. Without a word, he leans in once more, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both urgent and tender.

His hand cups your face with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers tracing the contours of your cheek as if committing every detail to memory. In that moment, there’s no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw intensity of the connection between you.

The world falls away as you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, each kiss igniting a spark of longing and passion that burns brighter with each passing moment. It’s a dance of desire, a symphony of sensation that leaves you breathless and intoxicated with need.

_____

As the weekend unfolds in a whirlwind of love and laughter, you find yourself swept up in the magic of the moments shared with Josh. Each glance, each tender touch, serves as a poignant reminder of the deep connection you share, a connection that transcends the obstacles looming on the horizon.

Despite the challenges that lie ahead - the age difference and the complexities of your relationship with Dalton and Chris - you can’t help but revel in the joy of what you and Josh have found together.

But even amidst the euphoria of your budding romance, there’s a shadow that lingers in the recesses of your mind - the inevitable day when you’ll have to face the truth to confront the consequences of your choices. The thought of telling Chris and especially Dalton fills you with dread, like a Damocles sword hanging over your head, threatening to shatter the fragile peace you’ve found.

Yet, in the quiet moments shared with Josh, you find solace and strength, knowing that you’re not alone in this journey. He shares your fears and your doubts, but he’s also unwavering in his commitment to fight for what you have.

And so, hand in hand, heart in heart, you face the uncertainty of the future together, knowing that whatever challenges may come your way, you’ll confront them head-on, united in your love and determination.

As the sun sets on the blissful weekend spent in Josh’s company, a bittersweet sensation settles in the air. The time has come to bid farewell, though neither of you is quite ready to part ways.

Standing at the threshold of Josh’s front door, you exchange lingering gazes, each reluctant to break the spell of the moment. The weight of impending separation hangs heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the inevitable reality awaiting you both.

With a heavy heart, you muster the courage to speak, your voice soft but determined. “I wish this weekend didn’t have to end,” you confess, your words tinged with a hint of longing.

Josh nods in agreement, his gaze filled with a mixture of sadness and affection. “I know,” he replies softly, reaching out to take your hand in his. “But we’ll see each other again soon, I promise.”

The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, a reassuring reminder of the bond you share. “Do you want to meet up next week?” you ask tentatively, hoping to prolong the precious moments spent together.

A shadow of hesitation crosses Josh’s features, his brow furrowing with concern. “I’d love to, but I have the kids next weekend,” he explains, his voice tinged with regret. “It’s going to be a bit chaotic.”

Your heart sinks at the realisation that your time together will be limited, but you refuse to let disappointment overshadow the moment. “That’s okay,” you say, forcing a smile despite the twinge of sadness in your chest. “We’ll find a way to make it work, even if it’s just for a little while.”

A flicker of determination crosses Josh’s features as he meets your gaze, his eyes sparkling with resolve. “How about you come over during the week?” he suggests, a hint of excitement in his voice. “We could grab dinner or just spend some time together.”

A surge of warmth washes over you at his suggestion, the prospect of seeing him again filling you with renewed hope. “I’d like that,” you reply, a genuine smile gracing your lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

His hands gently cup your face, his touch sending a wave of warmth cascading through your body.

With a soft, reassuring touch, he smooths his hands over your cheeks, his fingers tracing the contours of your face with a gentleness that speaks volumes of his affection. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a spark of desire deep within.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, he angles your head upwards, his touch guiding you with instinctual ease. His eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, meet yours with a tenderness that steals your breath away, holding you captive in a moment of unspoken connection.

And then, without a word, his lips find yours in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, a testament to the depth of the emotions that bind you together. It’s a kiss filled with longing and promise, a silent vow to cherish each moment shared between you.

In that fleeting moment, as you melt into his embrace, you’re consumed by a whirlwind of sensation - the softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his touch, the overwhelming surge of emotion that threatens to swallow you whole.

“See you next week, sweetheart,” Josh breathes, his voice laced with longing and affection as you reluctantly part from his embrace.

A bittersweet smile graces your lips at his words, the endearment wrapping around your heart like a comforting embrace. “Until next week,” you reply softly, your voice echoing with the same longing that fills his.

With one last lingering glance, you tear yourself away from Josh’s warmth, a pang of reluctance tugging at your heartstrings as you step out into the cool evening air.

The weight of impending separation hangs heavy in the air as you make your way back to your dorm at university, each step a reluctant retreat from the haven of Josh’s presence. The memory of his touch lingers on your skin, a lingering reminder of the love and connection you share.

_____

The familiar aroma of coffee envelops you as you and Dalton settle into your favourite spot at the café, the gentle hum of conversation providing a soothing backdrop to your afternoon. With steaming cups cradled in your hands, you both take a moment to savour the rich, comforting warmth of the brew.

“So, something strange happened the other day,” Dalton begins, his voice breaking through the tranquil ambience of the café. You glance up, the corners of your mouth quirking into a smile as you listen to him speak.

“What’s up?” you ask, curiosity piqued by the hint of intrigue in his tone.

Dalton shifts in his seat, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “My brother was over at Dad’s place on Monday,” he explains, his brow furrowing slightly as he recalls the memory. “And he said he saw some women’s clothes in his house and so on.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, a surge of apprehension coursing through your veins. You try to maintain your composure, but the thud of your heart against your chest betrays the unease gnawing at your insides.

“Oh, really?” you reply, your voice carefully neutral despite the turmoil churning within you. “That’s... interesting.”

Dalton nods, his expression troubled. “Yeah, it is,” he agrees, his gaze fixed on the tabletop as if lost in thought. “I don’t know, it just seems weird, you know? I always thought maybe my parents would try again, but... I don’t know.”

His words hang heavy in the air between you, a palpable sense of unease settling over the table. You can sense the conflict brewing within Dalton, the uncertainty of the situation weighing heavily on his mind.

“What do you think about it?” he asks, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. There’s a vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the storm of emotions swirling within him.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, choosing your words carefully before responding. “I can understand why you’d feel that way,” you say softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s natural to hope for your parents to reconcile, especially after everything they’ve been through.”

Dalton nods, his expression thoughtful as he processes your words. “Yeah, I guess so,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “But still, it’s just... weird, you know? I never expected Dad to have a girlfriend.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile, knowing that there are no easy answers to be found in situations like these. “It’s okay to feel that way,” you assure him, your voice gentle yet firm. “But at the end of the day, your dad deserves to be happy, just like anyone else.”

Dalton sighs, a hint of resignation in his expression as he nods in agreement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he concedes, though you can still sense the lingering unease in his demeanour.

As you sit together in the quiet of the café, the weight of Dalton’s revelation hanging heavy in the air, you can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over you. The fear of him discovering the truth about you and his father gnaws at the edges of your consciousness, a dark shadow looming on the horizon.

But for now, all you can do is offer Dalton your support and understanding, hoping against hope that he won’t uncover the secret you’ve been desperately trying to keep hidden. And so, with a heavy heart and a silent prayer for guidance, you continue to navigate the delicate balance between truth and secrecy, unsure of what the future may hold.

Dalton fidgets with his coffee cup, his gaze fixed on the table as if lost in thought. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, his expression tentative yet determined.

“Um…I…There is something else I have been meaning to ask…” he begins, his voice hesitant as he struggles to find the right words. “I was wondering if... maybe you’d want to go out with me sometime?”

His question catches you off guard, a rush of emotions flooding through you at his unexpected proposal. For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, the weight of his request hanging heavy in the air between you.

But as you gather your thoughts, you realise that you can’t accept his invitation, not when you’re already seeing his father. The thought of hurting him further fills you with guilt, but you know that you have to be honest with him.

“I... Dalton, I appreciate the offer,” you say gently, your voice tinged with regret. “But I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

His brow furrows in confusion, hurt flickering in his eyes as he struggles to process your response. “Why not?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. “It’s just... complicated,” you begin, choosing your words carefully. “I’m already seeing someone.”

Dalton’s expression darkens, a shadow of disappointment crossing his features as he absorbs your words. “Oh,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the din of the café. “I didn’t realise...”

You reach out to place a comforting hand on his arm, offering him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Dalton,” you say softly. “I should have been clearer from the beginning. You’re a great guy, but... I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”

His hurt is palpable, a tangible presence in the space between you. You can see the pain etched in the lines of his face the vulnerability in his eyes as he struggles to come to terms with your rejection.

“I understand,” he replies, his voice thick with emotion. “I just... I thought maybe...”

You can hear the hurt and confusion in his voice, and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You wish there were something you could say or do to ease his pain, but you know that some wounds run deeper than words can heal.

A furrow forms between his brows, his eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and confusion. “I... I thought you were interested too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, we spend so much time together, and... I don’t know, I just thought...”

His words trail off, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. You can see the turmoil churning within him, the weight of your revelation sinking in with each passing moment.

“I’m sorry, Dalton,” you say softly. “I never meant to lead you on. I value our friendship, but... I guess I didn’t realise how you felt.”

He nods, his expression pained as he struggles to come to terms with your words. “It’s just... it’s confusing,” he admits, his voice tinged with frustration. “I mean, you never mentioned that you were seeing someone. Not to me or Chris.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of his accusation bearing down on you. Guilt gnaws at your conscience, knowing that you’ve withheld the truth about your relationship with his father.

“It’s... it’s still pretty fresh,” you explain, your voice tinged with uncertainty. “I’m still just... figuring it out, I guess.”

Dalton’s brows knit together in confusion, his eyes searching yours for answers. “But...” he starts, a note of disbelief creeping into his voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

The guilt weighs heavily on your shoulders, a burden that threatens to suffocate you. “I... I don’t know,” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I was just... keeping it private.”

Dalton’s expression remains puzzled, his confusion evident as he tries to make sense of your explanation. “So, who is it?” he presses, his tone tinged with curiosity. “Is it serious?”

You swallow hard, the weight of your deception pressing down on you like a lead weight. “Um... well, it’s someone I met recently,” you reply vaguely, your voice faltering as you struggle to find the right words. “And... yeah, it’s... it’s getting pretty serious.”

As the silence stretches between you, a heavy tension settles over the table, the weight of your deception hanging in the air. And when Dalton speaks again, his voice is tinged with a hint of sadness.

“I want to be happy for you, I really do,” he says softly, his eyes betraying a mix of hurt and resignation. “But I think I need some space to process all of this.”

Your heart sinks at his words, the realisation of the pain you’ve caused him hitting you like a punch to the gut. “I understand,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m sorry, Dalton. I never meant to hurt you.”

He nods, though the hurt in his eyes remains. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the din of the café. “I just... I need some time to figure things out.”

Before you can respond, Dalton rises from his seat, his movements stiff and uncertain. And with one last lingering glance, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone with the weight of your deception and the echoes of his pain ringing in your ears.

As Dalton’s footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone, a heavy silence settles over the café. The air feels thick with tension, each breath you take weighted with the guilt of your secret.

As you sit there, staring into your now lukewarm coffee, your mind races with thoughts of Dalton’s reaction when he inevitably discovers the truth about your relationship.

The realisation that Dalton harbours feelings for you catches you off guard, adding an unexpected layer of complexity to an already delicate situation.

You had always assumed Dalton viewed you as just a friend, never once considering that his feelings might run deeper. But now, with the truth laid bare, you can’t help but wonder how he will react when he learns that you are involved with his father.

The thought churns in your stomach, a knot of anxiety tightening with each passing moment. You hadn’t anticipated the depth of Dalton’s emotions nor the potential devastation his discovery could bring. The prospect of facing his hurt and anger fills you with a sense of dread, knowing that you will be the cause of his pain.

But even as you grapple with the implications of Dalton’s feelings, you know that you cannot hide the truth from him forever. Sooner or later, he will learn the truth, and you must be prepared to face the consequences of your actions.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you contemplate the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

But for now, all you can do is wait, trapped in the limbo of uncertainty, and pray that somehow, someway, you will find a way to navigate the tangled web of emotions that threatens to tear you apart.

With a deep sigh, you find yourself grasping for the lifeline of your phone, the urge to seek solace in Josh’s arms overpowering. Fingers trembling slightly, you unlock the screen and navigate to Josh’s contact, your heart pounding with desperate urgency, and you text him.

Hey,

Can I come over? I really need to see you right now…

Please?

The words spill from your fingertips, a plea born of desperation and the overwhelming need for solace.

Seconds stretch into eternity as you wait for a response, each passing moment feeling too long. Then, finally, a notification flashes across your screen, and you exhale a shaky breath as you read Josh’s reply.

Of course, you can come over. Is everything okay?

Relief floods through you at his words, a wave of gratitude washing away some of the anxiety that had threatened to drown you.

Without hesitation, you gather your belongings, the need to see your boyfriend overpowering any lingering doubts or hesitations.

With each step towards his house, the weight on your shoulders lifts slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope that perhaps, in his embrace, you’ll find the strength to weather the storm raging within you.

Arriving at Josh’s doorstep, you knock eagerly, the sound echoing through the quiet evening air. The door swings open, revealing Josh’s familiar silhouette framed in the soft glow of the hallway light. Without a word, he pulls you into his arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort and security.

As you sink into his arms, the weight of your troubles begins to lift, replaced by the simple reassurance of being held by someone who cares. In that moment, as you bury your face in Josh’s chest, you know that you’re exactly where you need to be.

Then, as if sensing your need for a moment of connection, Josh pulls back ever so slightly, his hands gentle as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face.

In that simple gesture, you feel a rush of gratitude and affection, a silent acknowledgement of the bond that exists between you. And before you can say a word, he leans forward, kissing your forehead softly.

The gesture sends a shiver down your spine, a tangible reminder of the depth of his care and concern for you. For a moment, you simply stand there, lost in the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips against your skin.

With a wordless understanding, Josh steps back, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of tenderness and reassurance. He gestures for you to come inside, his silent invitation a promise of safety and comfort in the midst of the storm. With a grateful nod, you follow him into the warmth of his home.

As you settle into Josh’s living room, the weight of your troubles pressing heavily upon you, he takes a seat beside you. His blue eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now reflect a hint of concern. “So, what happened?” he asks gently, his voice a soft murmur that cuts through the silence.

“It’s about Dalton,” you continue, your words hesitant as you try to find the right way to explain. “Today, at the coffee shop... he...”

Josh’s brows furrow slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “He what?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his blue eyes searching your face for any signs of what happened that left you so distraught.

“He told me that he... has feelings for me,” you admit, the weight of the confession hanging heavy in the air between you.

His hand freezes mid-motion, his fingers tangled in his hair, his eyes widen in surprise, and his lips part slightly as he processes your words.

“I see,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions you can’t quite decipher. He leans forward, his arms resting on the table, his muscles flexing slightly under the fabric of his shirt as he waits for you to continue.

You swallow hard, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on your shoulders. “I... I didn’t know how to respond,” you admit, your gaze dropping momentarily before meeting Josh’s again. “I care about him, of course, but not in the same way.”

You take a deep breath, feeling a knot form in your stomach as you gather the courage to speak your truth. “Josh,” you continue, your voice gaining strength, “I want you to know that I only want you.”

The room falls silent, the gravity of the conversation hanging heavy in the air. You watch Josh carefully, waiting for his response, the uncertainty gnawing at your insides.

His blue eyes meet yours, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty flickering within them. He leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair once more, the tousled strands falling across his forehead in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.

His brow is furrowed slightly, and his lips are drawn into a thin line while the soft afternoon light filters through the window, casting a warm glow on his features and highlighting the gentle contours of his face.

For a long moment, he says nothing, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of his living room. His eyes, a mesmerising shade of deep blue, reflect the turmoil of emotions swirling within him. His jaw clenches slightly, the muscles flexing beneath the surface as he grapples with his own thoughts and emotions. The silence stretches on, the tension between you growing more palpable by the second.

And then, finally, Josh’s eyes search yours, a hint of uncertainty clouding their usually bright blue depths. “Maybe... maybe someone like Dalton would be better for you,” he suggests quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, a shockwave of disbelief rippling through your body. You stare at him, the weight of his words sinking in with a sickening finality as your heart aches at the thought of losing him.

“But Josh,” you protest, your voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t want someone like Dalton. I want you.”

He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a sadness you can’t bear to see. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with regret. “But maybe... maybe I’m not what you need.”

The words hang in the air between you, a painful reminder of the chasm that lies between your desires and reality. You want to reach out to him, to plead with him to see things differently, but the weight of his resignation holds you back.

At that moment, you realise that no matter how much you want things to be different, you can’t force Josh to change his mind.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to come to terms with the harsh reality of the situation. You had hoped that Josh would be the one to offer you solace in your time of need, but now, it seems that even he can’t fill the void that lies within you.

With a heavy heart, you rise from your seat, the weight of your sorrow pressing down on you like a physical burden. “I should go,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Josh nods, his expression filled with a sadness that mirrors your own. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish things could be different.”

But as you turn to leave, a surge of frustration and anger rises within you. You refuse to accept defeat without a fight, not when he clearly wants you as much as you want him. You whirl around to face Josh, determination flashing in your eyes.

“No, Josh,” you say firmly, the intensity of your emotions rising. “I won’t accept that. I won’t settle for someone else when all I want is you.”

He looks away, his expression troubled as he grapples with his own thoughts. “I just don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he admits, his voice filled with uncertainty.

You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Josh, look at me,” you say firmly, your voice filled with conviction as you wait for him to meet your eyes before continuing. “From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special between us. I wanted you then, and I want you now.”

His eyes widen in surprise at your outburst, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air between you. But you refuse to back down, the fire burning bright within you.

“I love you, Josh,” you declare, the words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them. “And I won’t let you push me away because you’re too afraid to face your own feelings.”

For a moment, the room is filled with a deafening silence, the tension crackling between you like electricity. And then, slowly but surely, Josh’s expression softens, his walls crumbling in the face of your unwavering resolve. He looks at you, his blue eyes searching yours for a moment before he finally speaks.

“I... I love you too,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper and filled with a tenderness that takes your breath away. “But I’m scared, sweetheart. I’m scared of what this could mean for us. Especially now that Dalton has feelings for you.”

You step forward, closing the distance between you until you’re standing mere inches apart. With a trembling hand, you reach out to cup his cheek, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“We can face this together,” you say softly, your voice filled with hope.

His gaze softens, a glimmer of affection and determination dancing in his eyes as he draws nearer. “Yes, we will,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle reassurance amidst the storm of emotions.

With his vow echoing in your ears, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender, desperate kiss. The initial brush of your lips ignites a fierce passion between you, each touch sparking a wildfire of desire that threatens to consume you both.

His body responds to your touch, drawing you in closer as if unable to get enough of you.

As you both lose yourselves in the passionate embrace, his hands roam over your back, pulling you nearer with each caress. His touch sends electric currents coursing through your veins, drawing you closer with an irresistible magnetism.

When he pulls back slightly with a soft groan, his eyes flutter closed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tries to steady himself. But the yearning between you is undeniable, pulling you back into each other’s arms with an irresistible force.

But before you can catch your breath, his lips find yours once again, reigniting the flames of passion that threaten to consume you both.

“I want you, Josh - only you,” you whisper breathlessly, the words a fervent declaration of your undying love and devotion.

His hands slide up your back, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine as he pulls you even closer as if trying to erase the space between you. You can feel the fervour in his embrace, his body trembling slightly with the intensity of his desire, his lips seeking yours with a hunger that matches your own.

“I can’t imagine wanting anyone else either, sweetheart,” Josh murmurs against your lips, his voice laced with raw emotion. “The way you make me feel... it’s indescribable.”

His words wash over you like a comforting wave, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and longing. In this moment, there is no doubt, no hesitation, only the overwhelming certainty of your connection.

With each word he speaks, you feel your heart swell with love for him, aching to express the depth of your emotions in return. But words seem inadequate in the face of such overwhelming passion, so instead, you let your actions speak for you.

You deepen the kiss, pouring all of your love and desire into the tender caress of your lips against his. as you lose yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his kisses.

Feeling a surge of emotion overwhelming you, you break the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest as you take a deep breath.

With a shaky breath, you reach out, your fingers trailing lightly over his skin as you trace the contours of his jaw. His eyes never leave yours, a silent acknowledgement passing between you as you share this intimate moment.

With trembling hands, you slowly sink to your knees before him. The gravity of the moment washes over you like a tidal wave.

Looking up at him, your eyes meet his, a mixture of love, desire, and vulnerability reflected in their depths. There’s a raw intensity between you, a silent understanding of the depth of your connection and the magnitude of your feelings.

“Josh,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath, filled with a mixture of reverence and longing. “I need you. I need us.”

You begin to trace delicate patterns over the fabric of his jeans, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins.

Josh watches you intently, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race even faster. His breath hitches slightly as your fingers dance over his legs.

You can feel the tension building between you, a palpable energy that crackles in the air around you. It’s as if the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure connection and desire.

With each caress, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper under his spell, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation and emotion. There’s a hunger in his eyes, a silent plea for more, and you’re more than willing to oblige.

Your touch grows bolder, more urgent, as you trace the outline of his muscles, feeling the strength and power that lies beneath his clothes. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with each passing moment.

And as you continue to explore his body with your fingertips, you can’t help but marvel at the beauty and complexity of the man before you. He’s so much more than just a physical being - he’s a soul, a heart, a mind, all wrapped up in one irresistible package.

As Josh watches before him, his eyes widen with a mix of surprise and excitement. Without hesitation, you quickly reach for the waistband of his pants, your fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. With a swift motion, you push his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, and he steps out of them gracefully.

His erection springs free, thick and hard, glistening with anticipation, and you can’t help but lick your lips as you take in the sight. The dim light of the room dances across his skin, highlighting every curve and contour of his muscular frame.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. There’s a hunger in his eyes, a primal desire that mirrors your own. He reaches out to you, his hand trembling slightly as he cups your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t believe you’re here with me, doing this.”

His words send a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins. You lean into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel the heat of his body radiating against your skin.

You reach out and wrap your hand around the base of his dick, causing his breath to hitch and his eyes to roll back in his head. He is hot and heavy in your hand, thick enough that you can’t close your fingers around him as you jerk him off slowly.

After a few pumps, you swirl your tongue over the head of his cock, coating him in your saliva and tasting his precum. Josh groans lowly in his chest as you tease him with your mouth.

The whole situation turns you on beyond belief, and you really like how responsive and loud he can be - it gives you the confidence to continue and take it even further.

So you open your mouth and take the tip inside, sucking lightly as your hand continues to stroke his length.

As Josh’s hands find their way into your hair, gently gripping the strands, you feel a rush of electricity shoot through your body. His touch is both commanding and tender, his fingers threading through your hair with a delicate precision that sends shivers down your spine.

His breath comes in shallow gasps, his chest rising and falling with each ragged exhale. His eyes flutter shut, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he succumbs to the pleasure radiating from your touch.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice rough and strained with desire. “You know how to drive me crazy. Keep doing that, please…”

His words send a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within your veins. You continue to take him deeper into your mouth, relishing in the way he responds to your touch, his body trembling with anticipation.

As his fingers tighten in your hair, you feel a surge of desire and unconsciously clench your things.

The sensation of your warm mouth enveloping further causes his breath to hitch in his throat as he gasps in ecstasy.

His moans grow louder, echoing off the walls of the room as the sensation threatens to overwhelm him. “Sweetheart, that feels incredible,” he groans, his voice husky with desire.

When you run your fingernails over his balls while pleasuring him with your mouth, he bucks his hips, causing his cock to be pushed down your throat.

You gag from the sudden intrusion and instantly feel tears pooling in your eyes.

Josh keeps his dick deep inside your mouth until he realises you’re gagging on him. His grip on your hair slackens, and his eyes widen with concern as he pulls back slightly, watching you carefully.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to push it that far,” Josh’s voice is filled with genuine concern, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

But before he can say anything more, the words tumble from your lips without a second thought. “Fuck, do it again,” you gasp, your voice hoarse with desire as you struggle to catch your breath.

His face contorts into a mix of surprise and excitement, his eyes widening in disbelief at your bold request. But he won’t hesitate for your pleasure. With renewed determination, he gently pushes his cock back into your throat.

You gag again, but this time you’re more prepared for his dick, so it’s easier to take it. His fingers tangle in your hair, a firm grip that sends a thrill down your spine as he takes control of the situation.

Looking up at him, you’re struck by the sight before you. His mouth is slightly parted, lips glistening with anticipation as his tongue occasionally darts out to moisten them. His brows knit together in concentration, a display of the focused desire that burns within him.

Beads of sweat adorn his forehead, catching the light and casting a soft sheen over his features. His blue eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now smoulder with a fiery intensity that ignites a passionate flame within you.

As he guides your movements with a gentle yet firm hand, you feel a rush of excitement course through your veins. Each touch, each stroke, sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building the anticipation to dizzying heights.

In the heat of the moment, you find yourself lost in his gaze, captivated by the raw hunger that burns within him. His touch is electric, sending sparks dancing across your skin as he guides his cock deeper into your throat.

Saliva pools around his dick and drips over your chin and onto the floor as you gag lightly with each thrust.

Josh’s hips pick up pace as he continues to fuck your mouth, driving himself closer to climax. And as you surrender to the passion that courses through you, you know that this moment will be etched into your memory forever.

His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as he pulls out of your mouth, his dick coated with your spit.

Almost greedily, you take a few deep breaths to fill your lungs with air again properly as you try to steady yourself after the intensity of the moment.

Worldlessly he steps closer to you, his hard cock still glistening with your saliva and his precum, framed by his shirt that sits clings tight to his defined frame, accentuating his toned arms and soft middle.

Bending down, he presses his lips against yours, his tongue eagerly seeking entrance as he pulls you up to stand. The kiss is electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins as you lose yourself in the sensation of his touch.

With a primal need driving him, Josh breaks the kiss, his lips parting from yours as he slowly removes his shirt. As the fabric slips off his shoulders, it reveals the expanse of his chest, every muscle rippling beneath smooth skin. He tosses the shirt aside without a second thought, his gaze never leaving yours.

You follow suit, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your own shirt until it falls away, leaving you bare before him.

There’s a moment of hesitation, a fleeting pause as you drink in the sight of each other, the raw desire reflected in your eyes. The sight of him, shirtless and exposed, sends a shiver down your spine.

Appreciatively, you let your eyes wander over his defined, muscular arms - the play of light and shadow accentuates the contours of his muscles, creating a mesmerising display of power and grace.

As your eyes roam over his torso, your gaze is drawn to the dusting of brown and grey chest hair that adorns it. Each strand seems to catch the light, creating a subtle shimmer that adds to his allure.

You trace the trail of hair with your eyes, following it as it leads over the softness of his middle, which is a gentle curve that speaks of warmth and comfort. It’s a stark contrast to the chiselled lines of his arms, yet somehow, it only adds to his allure.

His skin is warm to the touch, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as he moves closer to you.

His gaze roams hungrily over your exposed skin, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts, and the line of your collarbone.

Without a word, you step closer, closing the distance between you until you’re standing mere inches apart. His hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you into his form until your bodies are pressed together, skin against skin, heart against heart.

His touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your veins as you lose yourself in the sensation of him. The fire that burns within you is fuelled by him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, sweetheart,” he growls, low and primal deep in Josh’s chest, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the intensity of his desire wash over you. It’s a sound that speaks volumes, letting you know exactly what he plans to do with you in the moments to come.

His eyes, dark with passion, lock onto yours with a hunger that sets your heart racing. There’s an unmistakable longing in his gaze, a fierce desire that leaves no room for doubt about his intentions.

He lifts your legs up, resting them on his shoulders as he positions himself at your cunt.

You moan loudly when the tip of his hard, thick cock parts your slick pussy, entering you without resistance. The stretch of his dick sends shivers down your spine as he continues to push it slowly into you.

This is the first time he takes you without proper preparation - normally, he would eat you out or at least finger you before, but you can’t bring yourself to really care.

Not when he feels so good, so right, and so big inside you.

Josh’s intense blue eyes remain fixed on you, unwavering as they drink in your every reaction. It’s as though he’s trying to memorise every detail of your face, committing the moment to memory as he loses himself in the depths of you.

You mewl when he bottoms out deep in your cunt, filling you completely.

“You feel so good, Josh,” you whisper breathlessly, your chest heaving with desire. “Please, move.”

Your words hang in the air, thick with longing and anticipation, as you await his response. Josh’s gaze darkens with desire, his lips parting slightly.

With a low growl of approval, he shifts his weight, his movements deliberate and controlled as he begins to move against you, his hips setting a steady, deep rhythm. The sensation of his body moving with yours sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

As he moves, his hands roam over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You gasp at the sensation of his touch, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

With each movement, the pleasure builds, the tension between you reaching a fever pitch as you both give in to the undeniable chemistry that burns between you. At this moment, there is nothing else in the world, but the two of you lost in a sea of desire and passion.

And as you cling to each other, consumed by the heat of the moment, you know that this is just the beginning of a night that promises to be filled with ecstasy and bliss.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. “Take it.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you as you move together in perfect harmony. Every touch and every movement is electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you with each passing moment.

“God, you’re so hot,” he groans, his eyes locked on your heaving chest. His words only fuel the flames of passion between you, driving you both to new heights of ecstasy.

His thrusts become more forceful, each one driving deeper into your pussy. The smell of your sweat mingles with the slick sounds of our skin slapping against each other.

He slowly lowers his head, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, igniting every nerve ending it touches with a searing intensity. You arch your back, a moan escaping from your lips as he teases the sensitive nub with his tongue.

His lips follow, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake, each one leaving you gasping for breath.

“You’re so damn responsive for me,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. His hands roam freely over your body, tracing the curves and contours with a possessive urgency that sends a thrill down your spine as he moves to capture the other nipple between his teeth gently.

“Only for you, just you,” you mewl, your voice barely a whisper as you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he grunts out, his words punctuated by the soft sounds of his lips trailing lower, his breath hot against your skin.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he drills into you, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

You feel like he electrifies you, setting every nerve ending ablaze with a tantalizing intensity. With each caress, each whispered word, each deep thrust, he ignites a fire deep within you, stoking the flames of desire until they burn with an almost unbearable intensity.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building with each passing moment until you’re on the brink of losing yourself entirely to the intoxicating sensation he evokes within you, your cunt clenching around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” his voice is rough with desire as he encourages you, each word sending a jolt of electricity through your body as he pushes deeper and faster into you.

His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the exertion of pleasure etched across his features as sweat beads on his forehead glistening in the dim light.

“Nobody fucks me like you do. Nobody pleases me like you do,” you stammer, your words a mixture of moans and gasps, “You feel so good, Josh.”

“You belong to me,” he growls possessively, his voice thick with desire and dominance, his hips slamming against yours as he takes you roughly. The headboard of the sofa thuds against the wall with each powerful thrust.

His eyes, darkened with desire, lock onto yours, his gaze filled with intensity as he thrusts deeper into you. He dominates you with a primal energy, his every touch igniting a fire within you. As the pleasure builds, you feel yourself getting closer to climax, the intensity of the moment overwhelming yet exhilarating.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel the tension building within you, reaching a fever pitch. “I’m so close,” you whimper, the desperation evident in your voice.

His own breath comes in ragged gasps as he urges you on, his voice a deep growl of desire. “Let it all go, sweetheart,” he encourages, his hands gripping your hips as his hips thrust rapidly into you and his thumb finding your clit to rub rough circles. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”

With his encouragement ringing in your ears, you give yourself over to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your body. Every nerve ending is alight with sensation as you tumble over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless waves.

He watches you with hunger in his eyes, his own release imminent as he follows you into oblivion. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own climax. “Let me feel you.”

With one final, desperate cry, you shatter into a million pieces, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as his name falls from your lips over and over. And as you collapse against him, spent and sated, his fingers dig into your hips for better control as he drives into you one last time.

He releases himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His hot seed pumps into you, filling every inch of your tight cunt as he loses control completely.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes heavily, still buried deep inside you. You feel your pussy clenching and throbbing, pulsating with the aftermath of your orgasm, milking his aching dick.

With your bodies still intertwined, he holds you close, unwilling to let go of the intimate connection you’ve just shared. His chest rises and falls in sync with your own, the rhythm of his breath gradually steadying as the euphoria of your shared passion begins to ebb. His cock remains inside you, refusing to let go of the warmth that is your pussy.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he pants, his voice husky with emotion as he continues to hold onto your hips as his dick twitches inside you, slowly softening. “You’re incredible, sweetheart.”

Your heart swells with affection at his words, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you in a sense of security and belonging. “You’re incredible, Josh,” you whisper, your voice barely above a murmur as you nestle closer to him.

“I love hearing that,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly withdraws from you.

His cock slides out with a wet pop sound, leaving behind a trail of their mixed juices on your thighs. His gaze lingers on you, filled with a mixture of adoration and desire, as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick with desire, his eyes tracing the curves of your body with unabashed admiration. He reaches down, his fingers brushing against your wet and well-fucked cunt, and a soft moan escapes his lips as he feels the warmth of your juices mingled with his own.

His lips find yours in a tender kiss, a silent testament to the depth of his affection.

As you break apart, Josh’s blue eyes sparkle with a mixture of adoration and gratitude, the soft light of the room reflecting off their depths like a shimmering pool. His skin is dewy with sweat, a sheen of moisture glistening on his smooth complexion as he leans in to kiss you once more.

His muscles flex beneath the surface of his skin, the sinewy lines of his arms defined and sculpted from years of hard work and dedication. You run your fingers lightly over his torso, tracing the contours of his body with a sense of wonder and appreciation.

Josh’s hair is sweaty and tousled, strands of brown falling haphazardly across his forehead as he leans in to kiss you again. His breath is warm against your skin, his touch gentle yet possessive as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a sense of urgency and desire, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth and protection.

His stubbled jaw clenches with a mixture of desire and restraint, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to contain the intensity of his emotions.

As you lose yourself in the moment, the sound of footsteps echoing through the house brings you back to reality with a jolt. Panic courses through you as you scramble to dress, the urgency of the situation pressing in on you like a suffocating weight.

Josh moves quickly, reaching for his shorts and tossing you his shirt as you both try to cover yourselves before the inevitable confrontation.

But it’s too late. Before you can even process what’s happening, the door swings open, revealing Dalton standing in the doorway, his expression a mask of shock and betrayal.

Your heart sinks as you meet his gaze, the guilt of being caught washing over you like a tidal wave. Shame burns hot in your cheeks as you shrink back, trying to make yourself as small as possible in the face of Dalton’s accusing glare.

“Wha- What the hell is this?” Dalton stammers, his voice filled with disbelief as he takes in the scene before him.

But Josh steps in front of you, his protective instincts kicking in as he shields you from Dalton’s wrath. His jaw is set with determination, his blue eyes blazing with a fierce intensity as he meets Dalton’s gaze head-on.

“Dalton,” he says firmly, his voice tinged with warning.

But Dalton’s eyes are filled with hurt and betrayal as he looks between the two of you, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place in his mind. His anger is palpable as he takes in the sight before him, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggles to contain his emotions.

“I can’t believe this,” he says bitterly, his voice trembling with emotion. “I confessed my feelings to you, and this is what you do? Fucking my father?”

The accusation hangs heavy in the air between you, casting a shadow over the fragile happiness you had shared just moments before. His words cut deep, a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions and secrets that now threatens to unravel before you.

Josh’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and regret as he struggles to find the right words. “Dalton, I... I never meant to hurt you,” he begins, his voice heavy with remorse. “I know this is difficult to understand, but...”

But Dalton’s fury is unrelenting, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatens to consume everything in its path. “Difficult to understand? You’re sleeping with my friend, Dad.” he retorts, his voice laced with bitterness. “She could be your daughter!”

The accusation cuts deep, slicing through the fragile facade of peace and happiness that you had clung to just moments before. Shame washes over you in waves, threatening to drown you in its suffocating embrace as you struggle to find the words to defend yourself.

You feel a pang of guilt at the hurt in Dalton’s eyes, knowing that you are the cause of his pain. But before you can offer an explanation, he turns to you, his gaze filled with betrayal. “And you,” he says, his voice trembling with emotion. “I thought I could trust you. I thought you cared about me.”

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, the weight of Dalton’s accusation crushing you beneath its weight. “Dalton, I...” you begin, your voice faltering as you search for the right words. But the damage has already been done, the rift between you widening with each passing moment.

But Dalton shakes his head, his eyes clouded with anger and confusion. “I don’t want to hear it,” he says bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper.

But before you can speak again, Josh reaches out, his hand finding yours in a gesture of comfort and support. Instantly, you feel a sense of reassurance wash over you, the warmth of his touch offering solace in the midst of chaos.

Dalton recoils at the sight, his face contorted with disgust at the intimate gesture. “I can’t believe you would do this to me, Dad. And you,” he adds, turning his gaze to you, “you should be ashamed of yourself.”

With that, he turns and storms out of the room, leaving you and Josh alone in the wake of his departure. The silence that follows is deafening, a stark reminder of the pain and heartache that now fills the space between you.

Josh squeezes your hand gently, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I never wanted things to end up like this.”

You nod as your heart is heavy with guilt and uncertainty. “I know,” you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “But we have to find a way to fix this. For Dalton’s sake and for ours.”

Josh nods in agreement, his expression filled with determination. “I’ll talk to him,” he says firmly, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering resolve. “I’ll make him understand.”

A sense of hope stirs within you. The road ahead may be difficult, but with Josh by your side, you know that together, you can overcome any obstacle that stands in your way.

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