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Soft Dom!Joel x Fem Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles upon your dirty mag, noticing your favorite pages bear a striking resemblance to himself! Takes place in Jackson sometime after TLOU

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT!!! This is not fluffy even a little bit, kind of pervy joel, kind of sleazy too, smut, female masturbation, cunnilingus, soft dom!joel, shy reader, consensual PIV sex, humiliation kinda, joel loves a full bush, begging, joel is dominant but not like, aggressive?? let me know if I missed any

A/N: Y’all, I am very very very proud of this one! Please enjoy this depravity. And have a lovely holiday weekend <3 I am just a few shy of 1k followers, but consider this my thank you for all of your support 😸💗

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Javier Peña is Joel’s pornstar doppelgänger. I don’t make the rules.

After a long day, Joel was ready to relax and enjoy a bonfire with you. It’s how you spent a lot of summer nights in Jackson, you and Joel and sometimes Ellie just sitting around the fire, sharing stories and shooting the shit.

Tonight Ellie was at Dina’s having a sleepover, leaving just you and Joel together. It was nice to spend nights alone with Joel. Sometimes you’d talk about anything and everything and other nights you’d just share a comfortable silence. After everything you went through on your way to Jackson, it was nice to enjoy some peaceful nights with Joel.

Upstairs, Joel changed into some plaid pajama pants and a slim fitting t-shirt and made his way through the hall and to the top of the staircase, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence.

“Joel?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. You were preparing a snack in preparation for the bonfire. “Can you grab me a hair tie please?”

You were peeling apples and slicing bread to make pudgy pies for you and Joel to share. It’s one of the campfire snacks he introduced to you and Ellie. Back before the outbreak, he said, people would use canned pie filling or peanut butter and Nutella as filling for the toasted sandwiches. Now you had to get more creative, so you opted for spiced and sugared apple slices. You preferred berries, but apples were Joel’s favorite filling for dessert. You didn’t mind. He used to make these for his daughter.

“Where can I find one?” he called back.

“On my bedside table, right by the lamp,” you stepped closer to the staircase so you didn’t have to raise your voice as much. “It should just be a plain black one.”

Joel nodded and walked to your room. At your bedside table, he didn’t see any hair ties. Just some jewelry and a comic book Ellie lent you that she wanted you to read. Perhaps it was in the drawer?

Joel opened the drawer and rummaged around your belongings. There was a bottle of your favorite almond scented lotion from the local soap maker, your journal and some pencils, but no hair tie. He should have called out to you to ask if there was another spot your hair tie might be at, but curiosity got the better of him. He knew it was wrong to snoop through your personal belongings, but he couldn’t help himself.

Joel pulled the drawer out a little further and lifted your journal up. His eyes widened at what he saw. It wasn’t your hair tie, that was for damn sure.

Under your journal was an ancient porno magazine, probably from the 70s or 80s. Joel didn’t bother checking for a date. He had to know what the hell was in this old ass magazine that you were using to get yourself off. He remembered these kinds of magazines from when he was a teenager. They were often tacky and somewhat over the top compared to the explicit videos he’d watched on the internet before the outbreak, but they did the job. Who was he to judge?

Joel sat on your bed and flipped through the pages of the magazine. There were women in frilly chiffon lingerie with bushy and unkempt pussies, just the way he liked them. That was one nice thing about the outbreak, a lot of women ditched the beauty standards of the 90s and 2000s and went au naturale. Joel loved it as a young man then and he still loves it now, decades later.

The magazine nearly flipped itself open to one particular centerfold. It was a man fucking a woman from behind, her back arched and hair covering her face. They were at the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the retro floral duvet cover. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t her who captured Joel’s attention. It was the man.

He was tall, dark, and handsome with a thick downturned mustache, not unlike Joel’s. He had dark hair and dark eyes as well. Even his nose was similar to Joels, strong and sharp with a curve. Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The pages were worn and the corners were dog eared, leading Joel to believe that these must be your favorite pages. His ego soared, as if it needed to be any bigger. He always had a feeling that you had a thing for him.

Downstairs, you were growing irritated. “What is taking so long?” you muttered to yourself. Joel was taking forever to find the hair tie you had so neatly placed next to the lamp on your bedside table. After turning off the burner of the stove, you paced through the kitchen and up the stairs.

“You are such a man, you know? You guys are terrible at looking for things. If it was a snake it would have bit you,” you grumbled out, half talking to yourself and half talking to Joel. You opened your mouth to continue speaking as you walked into your room but froze when you saw Joel on the bed, thumbing through the pages of your dirty secret.

“I found your spank bank,” Joel taunted with sarcasm, not yet looking at you. He flipped through a couple more pages before turning to face you, his intense stare meeting your flustered expression.

You were frozen in embarrassment, completely unable to speak, unable to move. Your face felt like it was on fire and you could hear your heart pound in your ears.

Joel’s low and gravelly voice filled the silence. “Didn’t mean to embarrass ya, baby. It’s okay. Human nature,” he winked at you with a crooked smile.

You quickly stepped over to him and tried tugging the magazine out of his hands, but he held on tightly. “Joel,” you pleaded as your sweaty fingers slipped off of the paper.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided you. “This dude here kinda looks familiar, doesn’t he?” Joel looked at you with a knowing expression as humiliation filled your chest. Yeah, he looks just fucking like you. Leave me alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel,” you muttered angrily. You were about to burst into flames, whether from embarrassment or anger you didn’t know. You didn’t care. How dare your body put your shame and embarrassment on display? You were giving Joel exactly the kind of sick satisfaction he absolutely did not deserve.

“Oh, baby. I think you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. Look at how you’ve dog-eared these pages,” he used his pointer finger to trace the bent triangles at the corners of the pages. “Guy looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you like so much about these pages?” his southern drawl had your stomach doing flips. “I know they’re your favorite, magazine practically opened right up to them.”

You ignored his question. “The pages were like that when I found the magazine,” you tried lying, but it was a futile attempt. This was bullshit. Joel was the one who was caught red handed, and yet you were bearing the brunt of the humiliating situation. Only Joel Miller could spin this situation to work out in his favor.

“Sure, sweetheart,” you reached for the magazine again, but Joel pulled it out of your reach. “You know baby, you didn’t have to fantasize with a dirty old magazine if you wanted to fuck me. All you had to do was ask.”

You said nothing, just glared at him. Joel wore a loathsome smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Wish I knew this is what you were usin’ to get yourself off at night. All those pretty noises, all this time. They were all for me, weren’t they?”

Any words you could think of got caught in your throat, it felt like dry swallowing a pill. You just looked at Joel with pleading eyes, begging him to stop making you feel like a fool. If you weren’t so embarrassed, you’d be yelling at him for rifling through your private belongings and calling him presumptuous asshole for insinuating you fantasized about him. Of course, he was entirely correct in his assumption. You were completely and utterly infatuated with him. Even when you weren’t using his doppelgänger to get yourself off, you were thinking of him all day long.

“Please,” you finally choked out, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn’t take any more of this torture. “Just stop.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he spoke with a soothing tone. Joel placed a hand on your thigh and twiddled his fingers along the fabric of your pajamas. “You know I’m just gonna keep buggin’ you until you tell me what I want to hear.” Joel looked at you with his sparkling brown eyes, darkened with lust. “So what do you like about these pages, baby?”

Turning your face towards your lap, you whispered your response to his prodding question. “I like the way he’s fucking her,” If that’s all it’d take to make him stop, might as well spill your guts.

“Yeah, I do too. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, glancing at the familiar image. Joel was 100% right. Those were certainly your favorite pages. You didn’t even need them anymore, the picture was tattooed on your brain. “I like how the man looks.” you admitted with bravery.

“I bet you do. Because he looks like me, right?”

You nodded your head shyly. You couldn’t believe yourself, giving up and letting Joel win. He’d never let you live this down. But maybe if you butter him up a little he’ll let you off easier. “You’re more handsome, though,”

“Oh, baby. Gonna make me blush,” Joel replied to you with a saccharine smile. He really did seem genuinely flattered by your comment. “This is really what you look at when you’re playing with your pussy?”

“Yeah, kind of,” you say, feeling some confidence fill your chest. “I pretend it’s you fucking me like that.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm,”

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I like knowin’ you think of me like that,” he praises you for finally letting go of your embarrassment. He doesn’t only want to tease you. If this is what you fantasized about, he was gonna make your dreams come true.

Joel takes one of your hands in his own and moves it to your center, pressing your fingers against your core. You gasp at the feeling of your wetness on your pajama pants. “Think you can do somethin’ for me?”

“What?” you murmur.

“I want you to give me a show, baby. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re lookin’ at that magazine,” Apprehension fills your bones once again at his words. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I just wanna see how pretty you look when you come. And after you do that, I’ll fuck you just like how he’s doin’. What do you say?”

“Just like, touch myself?” you laugh awkwardly at his request. This cannot be happening. Right?

Joel sets the magazine down and helps you to the top of the bed. He leans you against the pillows and kisses your lips for a second, and every time his tongue mingles with your own your anxiety melts away, little by little. This is all so surprising, maybe he does really want to make you feel good.

He kisses you gently and with care, using his lips to encourage you to let go again. He kisses the side of your mouth, then your jaw, your neck, and down your body before lifting up your pants and looking at you expectedly, asking permission to remove your clothing. You nod and he helps you out of your pajamas. It’s all so sudden and you feel exposed, all naked and laid out for Joel.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel says earnestly as he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand to your needy pussy, encouraging you to show him what you look like when you’re whimpering at the thought of him in the middle of the night. You don’t touch yourself yet, though. You cover your center with your hand, slightly embarrassed by the thick tuft of hair surrounding your vulva.

“I haven’t shaved in forever,” you say sheepishly. It’s kind of silly, worrying about body hair at the end of the world. But you can’t help it.

“That’s alright, sweetheart” Joel says as he reaches for the magazine and flips to one of the first pages he saw, a woman spread eagle with her full bush on display. She’s smiling and radiates confidence. “See? It’s a beautiful thing. It’s how they’re meant to be.”

You’re skeptical. “Do you really think so?”

“Of course I do. I love your pussy, it’s beautiful just how it is,” Joel grips your thighs and parts your legs, and your fingers gently drop to touch your dripping center. Joel reaches forward and places his hand over yours, helping you circle your clit with your middle finger. It’s slow at first and you squeeze your eyes shut, still feeling slightly awkward. Masturbating for someone else to watch is completely different from sex. You feel vulnerable, like you’re being studied under a microscope. You don’t feel that way for long, though.

Joel continues to help you circle your clit until he senses you becoming more confident, then removes his hand to watch you do your thing. Your fingers swirl around your hole as you gather your slick, then travel up again to rub your clit in those same circles he helped you create. You let out little gasps and whimpers, and it’s music to Joel’s ears. Finally, he has an image to match with the moans and other noises he hears from your room.

Usually you can get yourself off fairly quickly but with Joel in front of you, it takes a little longer. You open your eyes and peek at him. His dark and hungry eyes are focused on your center, but they flick up to your own. He smirks devilishly at you for a half second then goes back to watching your actions, almost obsessively. He is obsessed.

The sight of him pushes you closer to the edge, and he watches your pussy twitch as you finger your clit even faster. His expression changes then. He’s no longer looking at you with adoration and lust. Joel looks angry and jealous, with a furrowed brow and a scowling frown. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but before you can think Joel lunges forward and rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning it next to your torso.

“Let me taste you?” he whispers. You nod hurriedly in response. Lick me, touch me, do anything.

He presses a kiss to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This is my pussy now,” he growls. Now that he knows what you look like touching yourself for him, he can’t just sit there and watch you anymore. Joel’s desperate, he needs to make you come. “From now on, you’re only gonna come when I say so. Do you understand?”

You mumble incoherently and Joel swats your thigh, not satisfied with your answer. “Do you understand?” he repeats, his voice dark and serious.

“Yes, Joel,”

“Good girl. You just relax now, let me take care of you,” he instructs you. Your head falls to the pillow, and you let out a soft exhale as Joel wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy to his face. Joel inhales your scent deeply, enjoying your aroma.

He licks a long stripe from your slick hole all the way to your clit, flattening his tongue against you. He licks every inch of you, memorizing your folds with his deft tongue. When he’s satisfied with the way he’s worked you up, he focuses on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before inserting two fingers inside of you.

“Joel,” you gasp out, hands reaching for his salt and pepper curls. Your thighs clamp around his head and he removes his hands from your body to spread them out again.

“You stay open for me now,” he commands. He plunges his fingers back inside you and curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak and your eyes see stars. You moan loudly when Joel’s lips attach to your clit once more, this time gently sucking on the sensitive bud. He’s drunk on your taste, completely addicted to your flavor. His tongue continues dancing on your center and you pull him close to you, rutting your hips into his face. Every once in awhile you swipe his nose and he uses the opportunity to dip and twirl his tongue inside of you.

This is the best way to eat pussy, Joel’s learned. Find out what makes her tick and keep doing that, let her grind on his lips and nose. Right now, your wish is his command.

You reach down and grab his not working arm to bring it towards your breasts. Joel picks up what you’re putting down immediately and trails his hand over your breasts, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. That’s all it takes to have you coming in his mouth.

You cry out his name as you buck your hips into him, fighting the urge to push him away when the feeling becomes too intense.

Joel doesn’t allow you to catch your breath. He flips you on your tummy and drags you down the bed, his fingernails pressing into your skin. “You did so good for me, baby. You gonna let me fuck you now? Just like you pretend, right?” He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pajama pants behind you.

“Yes, Joel, please,” you whine.

“I like hearin’ that. Keep beggin’ for me,” Joel demands as nudges your thighs apart with his knee. He teases your slit with the tip of his cock, painting his precum on your skin. He pushes the tip inside, not yet dipping all the way inside you.

“I need you,” you sob with desperation.

“Need me to what?” He knows what you need, but Joel’s gonna make you spell it out to him.

You let out a groan of frustration and back your ass into his hips. Joel chuckles at your annoyance. “Come on now. Tell me what I want to hear,” he repeats his words from earlier. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

“I need you to fuck me,”

“There you go. Was that so hard?”

Joel wraps his hands around your hips, his fingers digging into your lower stomach and his thumbs pressed firmly into your lower back and slams his hips into you. His fingernails leave dents in your skin.

You yelp at the sudden contact, not expecting him to go so hard and fast. His thick cock stretches you out and you can feel the tip hitting you deep inside.

“Always knew this pussy would feel good,” he mumbled behind you, beginning his firm pace.

You arch your back into him, using your body to tell him what you need. You love the way he feels, so strong and holding you so tight. It really is a fantasy come to life. “Don’t stop, please,” you cry for him.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel,”

“That’s right. It’s all for you, baby,” he continues pounding into you.

Joel stops for a second and flips you over on your back. He apologizes, “Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d fuck you like them in the magazine but fuck, I gotta see you,” he says. “Can’t let you hide those tits from me anymore.”

Joel pulls your legs up and places them over his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. He lets out a moan at the change in position.

He admires the way you look, all of it just for him. Your half lidded eyes, mouth open and spilling out moans and obscenities with every snap of his hips. You’re completely fucked out.

You reach down to thumb your clit and he smacks your hand away. “What’d I say earlier? You come when I say. I didn’t say, did I?” he scolded you.

“N-no,” you stutter out.

Joel takes your wrists into his hand and pins them above your head. “Can’t trust you, sweetheart. Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” He snakes his other hand between your thighs and circles your sensitive clit with his thumb ever so lightly. Torturing you with what could be and never giving you more.

The wet squelching noises of your pussy and the slapping sound of skin hitting skin have your head spinning. Joel fucks you at a merciless pace, frenzied and desperate. He’s savoring the way you’re squirming under him, straining your wrists against his locked grip. He knows it’s agonizing, almost painful the way you’re aching for release. But he’s determined to teach you a lesson.

“Please,” you choke out. “Just make me come,”

“I don’t know that you deserve it, baby, Touchin’ yourself to that picture of my lookalike? That’s awful selfish of you,” he chided you. “Depriving me of this?”

“Joel,” you whined. You’d do whatever it took to get some release.

“Tell me how long you were needing me,” Joel panted. “Weeks? Months?”

“I don’t know. Forever,” you admitted. “I need to come now, please.”

“Forever? I wish you said somethin’ earlier, baby. You wouldn’t be in this mess,”

You didn’t know how much more you could take. Tears of frustration were streaming down your cheeks, each of his thrusts hitting deep and massaging your insides. You were right there, you just needed permission to let go.

Joel was right there with you, also struggling to hold on. He wanted nothing more than to keep fucking you without allowing you to finish, but he’d never seen something so erotic and sexy. Your body, tangled in his own, your twitching thighs and furrowed brow. And he was responsible for all of it, responsible for turning into this wreck.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweet girl. Beggin’ and askin’ me so nice,” he whispered. “You do one last thing for me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Anything,” you gasp. Now his wish is your command.

“You focus right here. Look at me, and don’t close your eyes. Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me, just like you always do,” You’re not even consciously trying to follow his orders, you just do. You can’t break your stare from his dark and hungry gaze, his lip curled in a nefarious smirk. Breathy moans and high pitched squeals escape your mouth.

“Always knew you’d be my good girl. Alright now. Let go for me,”

That’s all you needed to reach your peak. The warm, coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach erupts, shooting electricity through your veins. Your vision goes blurry and you hear staticky ringing as you cry out for Joel. It’s all you can feel as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body.

Joel’s thrusts are sloppy now as he chases his own orgasm. Your fluttering walls and the way you whisper his name like a prayer are all he needed to reach his peak. His hips are stuttering and his muscles jerk and tremble as he pulses inside you, painting your insides with his seed. Joel hovers above you, placing wet kisses and tonguing your salty skin. He’s addicted to the way you taste.

It only hits you now how surreal this entire evening is. Joel’s above you, collecting himself and catching his breath and you’re still pinned beneath him. Of course, you imagined fucking him many times prior to this but it was never this way. You couldn’t complain, though.

Joel interrupts your thoughts with a kiss, sweet and gentle and loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucked your body just moments before. “So apple pudgy pies, right?”

You giggle. Joel is such a typical man, wanting a snack right after sex. At least he’s not already passed out on top of you, the way other men often do. “Yes Joel, just like you asked for,”

Joel backs away from you then with a cute little fist pump, as if he’s winning a prize. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers, walking to the bathroom completely nude. He’s got such a nice and plump ass, you notice.

He comes back and wipes you off with affectionate care, being extra conscious not to irritate your sensitive skin after the rigorous fucking. He helps you into your pajamas then and kisses you on the top of the head. “I’m gonna get the fire goin’, meet me out there?”

“Sure, Joel,” you respond with a smile. “I have to finish up with the apples first, though.”

“Take your time. I’ll be out there,”

You sit up and kiss Joel one last time, the way his lips slide against yours gives you butterflies. It’s a little late to feel that way after what you just did. You go to the bathroom then go downstairs and finish prepping the apples, stirring them over the stove. Once they’re finished, you prepare the sandwiches and make your way outside to sit next to Joel.

The warm glow of the fire illuminates his skin and he looks so handsome, his features look so defined by the light and shadows. He helps you put the sandwiches in the pie irons and then places them on the grill above the fire, careful to make sure they’re not getting too much heat too quickly.

The fire begins to shrink, flames not reaching quite as high as the sandwiches need. You turn your head around you looking for some more firewood, but the sound of ripping paper interrupts your search.

It’s Joel, tearing out pages of a magazine. Your magazine, from before. You look at him with confusion.

“I told you, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ this anymore. You come to me,” he explains with a low voice, flipping the cast iron pans. “I took good care of you, right?”

You smile shyly. “You did,”

“And I intend to keep takin’ care of your needs,” he promises.

You nod wordlessly, still smiling. A few more moments pass before Joel removes the irons from the fire and removes your pies to cool off, then slices them in half. They’re golden brown and the spicy, sweet, warm smell is sinfully delicious. The gooey apples spill from the bread slightly. Your tummy grumbles at the sight.

The dessert has cooled enough, you decide. Taking a half of one of the sandwiches in your hand, you bring it to your mouth and take a small bite, the cooked apples are like lava in your mouth. You hiss at the burn on your tongue and lips.

Joel looks at you with disapproving concern. “Tsk,” he mumbles with displeasure. “You’re terribly impatient, aren’t you?” his tone from the bedroom is back. Reaching forward to take your chin between your fingers, he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting some of the apple filling. Your eyes widen, you’re startled by his touch.

“I’ll fix you, though. Teach you some self control,” he sucks his digit into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, humming at the sweet flavor. “Lord knows you need it.”

All you can think about is sucking his cock the same way he sucked his thumb. You wonder how the soft skin of his dick would feel on your tongue. How he would taste, how he’d look as you take him deep down your throat.

God, how you need it.

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Grim Reaper! Simon x f!reader | tw: death

Grim Reaper! Simon who's supposed to take you away, between life and death, after and before, here and gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who watched you all day, couldn't help the cold dread that clouded him because you were so full of life, despite the mess, you woke up and made your coffee. Choosing your clothes and saving that very expensive dress for some other time, some special day — not knowing this is the last, your most special. Instead picking on that shirt you loved for it's colour, not knowing it would end up only red.

Grim Reaper! Simon who stood helplessly when life was squashed out of you. One moment of extreme pain and then nothing at all. People screaming and pitying and murmuring, while you clutched your chest and raised above, looking around — blinking and confused, until you looked down and your pupils widened. Oh..gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who clasped your hand as you cried and lamented, a life you hated so much and yet you loved it just the same. Glancing back at the flesh, hands outstretched as if begging you to not leave, same eyes, same face, same fucking everything — just lifeless.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held your soul as you wept and sobbed, it wasn't your fault...you were just trying to save the puppy, it wasn't — but now you were dead. No prayer would count. And these people around you, they're just watching your lifeless frame while you cry and cry.

Grim Reaper! Simon who knew how it went, one snap and you were truly gone to the other side. “T-this it it ? Is this the end ?” you sobbed more, remembering your goodbyes, did you tell you mum that you loved her, or did you tell dad his burnt toast were your favourite, did your friend knew they were so amazing and you loved them ?

Grim Reaper! Simon who could read your mind, “No. Come now.” he echoed, lifting you away from your dead body, just flesh that resembled you, all those things that made you a real person crumbled under those rubber tyre, now nothing but memories.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shaked his skeleton of a head, covered with his ghostly black hood, swaying like cloak behind him. You wouldn't stop crying, he couldn't bear that. “No, sweetheart.” He traced your jaw, letting those tears vapour in a whoosh,“Not yet. Not so soon. Not for you.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you back to your apartment, letting you take it all, your fingertips against smiling people trapped behind glasses, your cat purring in her cushion, notes sticked around, empty checkboxes that would never get ticked.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held above the dress you'd saved. “You would look so lovely.” he kept, ‘You always do.’ to himself, he sat as you licked the last bit of Nutella and patted your cat, oblivious to so many things.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you to the beach because you never got time to go one, never had anyone to go with you. Now was the time and company.

Grim Reaper! Simon who sat beside you watching the last bits of rays disappearing into nothingness, letting sky turn darker and stars twinkle in it's wake.

Grim Reaper! Simon who might be smiling just a bit when you want to go for a night walk, with no fear and no worries. He's swaying behind you, while you are almost flying with new freedom, a new sense of living or dead taking over you. There was a before that you loved but there's also an after that awaits. It's okay, Simon had said. It's going to be okay.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you on rooftop because you wanted to see the city, the whole fucking city. “How you wanted to go ?” He found himself speaking, he never did that, it's a simple affair — guide them to the other side, that's it. You rewarded him with a smile, “Like this.” You whispered, he would hear it anyway, “I wanted to be gone like this...on my own will, L-like —” You choked on your own words, “— to jump from a very tall somthing.” and that's the irony, your life was squashed out of you, no fall and no wind smashing your face and nothing like you thought.

Grim Reaper! Simon who would grant all your wishes, “Come” he said, the second time. First, he said it when he was pulling you back while your eyes were struck on those that belonged to you, the very same but truly empty — gone before it's time.

Grim Reaper! Simon who wanted you to be happy, forever if he could help it. He took your hand in his and floated to the edge, across the horizon. There's sun rising from new beginnings, “I can't die a second time.” you laughed, a soft choke in your throat. Your stomach twisted in your guts and it's shouldn't be like this. You should feel empty and whatever void meant to be, but this knot wouldn't let go.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shook his ghost of head, tilting his head affectionately to you, “No. but you can live.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took the fall with you, in the dress you always wanted to wear, smelling like all the things you loved, your city and salt and your favourite perfume. A smile that was forever young and true. There with him, between life and death.

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Please always take care. Someone somewhere loves you so much and you mean the world to them. Please remember, please know you're loved and blessed and mean so much more than you think. Xoxo.

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natailiatulls07 · 1 year

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Radio Moments

Formula one grid & driver!young!reader

Summary - A compilation of the young drivers radio moments on track

Warning - Jake Gyllenhaal is mentioned, apart from that nothing really

Reader drives for RedBull

"Radio check please." Hughs, Y/n's current race engineer, voice came through the young adults earpiece.

"Have you heard that Taylor Swift is releasing speak now taylors version in five days?!" Y/n had been known by everyone who knew her to be a totally swifty, so it didn't surprise Hugh and the rest of her technical crew as she had been no stop talking about the albums release.

"Thank you and yes I have heard about that... from you" The engineer let out a small chuckle at the girls antics.

"Oh...well atleast you know for sure this time"

Austria - 02 July

"Hugh, my man! I am pretty bored here without any music or anyone to talk to so... what did you have for the most important meal of the day, breakfast?" Curiousity was one of many things you could describe Y/n as, for sure.

"You're not gonna like me for this but I had toast with butter. What did you have for breakfast Y/n?" Hugh answered the drivers question to satisfy her curiousity.

"Well I had some nutella on toast with some cut up strawberries, it was fu***** delicious! you should try it some time" There was a pause. "Sh** I fancy some now, you reckon I can get some after this?" Always snacking was another thing the media had pick up on the 19 year old, she could never eat a fully plate of food without a few breaks.

"Maybe, we'll see. Be careful Norris is approaching your left rear." Upon hearing about the presence of the British McLaren driver, Y/n soon abandoned the breakfast conversation in order to focus on staying ahead of the 23 year old male.

Great Britain - 09 July

"This is me praying that! This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends, my thoughts will echo your name, Until I see you again! Oh hey excuse Russell overtook me aw come on!" Her little concert was cut short by the Mercedes overtaking her on track.

"But I was paying my respects to mother Taylor and he ruined it. He is just like a certain Jake!" Hugh refused to even reply to the girl annoyed complaints.

It was a few days after the British race when the formula one tiktok released this clip, which soon went viral among swifties. It was only noticed by the driver when she posted on instagram.

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On and off track ❤️

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username I was enchanted to met you!!

username Ignore Russell, he is definitely a Jake Gyllenhaal

= georgerussell63 You know that I am definitely a swiftie, definitely wouldn't treat a women like he did!!

= yourusername This is why we love you Georgie!! ❤️

#red bull racing #max verstappen #formula 1 #lando norris #george russell #taylor swift #taylors version #speak now taylor’s version #charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lando norris x reader #formula one x y/n #x reader

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what i think the 141 + vaqueros, könig eat for breakfast

price 🥃: a cigar. sits outside on the small balcony outside his flat, taking drags from his lit cigar before having another. maybe, he'll make some bacon, usually something salty and bitter.

soap 🧼: scrambled eggs on toast. i don't know why, but he probably does. catch him burning the toast and getting pissed off, angrily eating it. he'll have some orange juice or a lucozade with it. definitely drinks a lot of energy and carbonated drinks.

ghost 💀: everyone knows it, he has a cigarette and some tea. sugary tea. true believer he drinks tea with 2-3tsp of sugar and some milk, it's only one cup — till it's not and he's drinking his third today... opens his window and stands by it while watching people walk in the streets. definitely lives in a flat/apartment, finds it comforting knowing there's people around, and appreciates the sounds of cars driving past.

gaz 🧢: either eats something healthy, or something super unhealthy. like, açai bowl or nutella on a toast. definitely likes bananas, mangos and strawberries. or maybe he'll have a smoothie or something, otherwise he's eating peanut butter and chocolate on a sandwich...

alejandro: savoury breakfast bowl and dark coffee. probably doesn't enjoy sweet stuff very often, but loves stuff salty and bitter, especially black coffee. he won't admit that it tastes bad, drinks multiple cups a day and feels energised. doesn't understand the people thet eat chocolate cereal.

rudy: greek yogurt, i'm not sure why, but maybe something with strawberries in it — something alejandro would gag at. also enjoys dark coffee and will gladly drink it, just not as religiously as ale. rodolfo adores yogurt and fruit.

könig: something salty and a home dish. i done some research, and couldn't find a lot but i saw tiroler gröstl on a list and i think it might be something he'd enjoy. i can definitely see könig enjoying salty/savoury food more than sweet, although he does enjoy it a lot. he likes potato, bacon, onion and eggs and would eat it every now and then he can while on leave... probably enjoys eating leftovers from dinner or a takeaway.

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lovelykil · 3 months

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𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨─

ᯓ izu husband au

synopsis; Izu, now a pro hero has two kids, Yuta and Mi Mi. He loves them dearly and hopes for the best for their future. His family is a bit chaotic but they make it work.

note; this may or may not be a self-insert 🐌 anyway I might make more scenarios about their life together as a married couple with kids ! :3

black reader implied

mornings were always so chaotic, especially during the week. You would sometimes miss your alarm to which Izuku would have to wake you up himself while he got ready for his hero work, his gentle sweet kisses never seemed to work on you though as a way to wake you up.

it just makes you want to sleep in more, his kisses were so silky soft,, every time he grazed his lips against yours it felt like you were being wrapped up in some warm burrito full of his soft words and touch. He usually let's you sleep in and if he has the time, wakes up the kids himself.

though this day in particular that wasn't the case, time was a joke for your little one, Yuta.

Izuku, already in his suit brushes his teeth in front of the mirror whilst you hurry to slip on your pants, running around in your panties like a chicken without a head.

"shit shit shit! Why didn't you wake me up earlier Midoriya?" You bark, pulling up your pants with a little jump. It was obviously the stress talking that made you so frantic, causing you to use your husband's last name with a stern voice. He looks over his shoulder with the toothbrush still stuck in his mouth as he holds it there, his blank and confused expression only makes you more irritated.

you storm off with a groan that echoed through the halls.

"Mi Mi wake your brother up I'll start on breakfast." You knock on your eldest's door and then walk in. She was already dressed and ready, just fixing her hair in front of her vanity. She turned toward you then back to her spotless mirror.

"okay." You nod at her response and close her door, rushing over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. You use your quirk to its advantage to help you make your life a little easier, you weren't a hero so you never did anything with your quirk which was related to darkness within you but it times like these— they sure were helpful!

shadowy dark tendrils gradually emerge from your backside like smoke from a cig that has been neglected. The tendrils swiftly motion toward the pantry in a quick manner and retrieve a loaf of bread and Nutella. Wasn't such a healthy choice but time is of the essence!

your tendrils were sort of like black whip, they can grab objects, and lift you at a certain height, but it wasn't as strong as Izuku's. Your quirk usually makes you drowsy quickly without the training you weren't sure how to properly handle this power, but that currently wasn't your main objective right now.

the shadowy ropes of pure black lend you a butter knife to spread the Nutella on the now-toasted bread, you swiftly smack the knife against the bread as the tendrils slowly get sucked back into you.

"mind if I get one sweetheart?" Your head perks up at a familiar voice.

"oh izu." You reluctantly smile as he walks over to you, his presence bringing you such joy and giddiness, it's like you didn't just get mad at him for giving you that stupid clueless expression earlier. He smiles back and motions at you.

"sorry for yelling at you, I was just stressed." You place a piece of bread on a dinosaur plate then look over at him with apologetic eyes. He gently cups your face and kisses your nose with a chuckle,

"na it's my fault I should've woken up earlier anyway then woke you up."

your eyes flutter shut at his cute nose kisses then flicker open at his own apology, you lean in to peck his lips quickly then pull away to grab another piece of bread for him.

"I guess we both suck at waking up now huh" Izu blushes at your kiss, still getting nervous whenever you kiss him even though he's been with you for years now. He watches you spread the chocolate spread over the bread with a love sick smile.

"y..yeah."

you laugh and stuff the bread into his slightly agape mouth from his shy reaction, his eyes shoot open in shock from the sudden reaction and something being stuffed through his lips. He snaps out of his little daze and grabs the toast after taking a small bite.

"you soo cute baby." You sing and lean in to lick off some chocolate near his lips then pull away to finish this unhealthy quick breakfast.

the pro-hero is unresponsive, he's too busy melting into a steamy puddle, his cheeks—his face red as a plump tomato.

soon enough two messy curly kids emerge from the hallway and enter the kitchen, one with a tidy and clean face and the other with droopy green eyes and dried slobber on the sides of his mouth. They both wander towards the spinning high chairs,

"why's dad a puddle of his own gloop?" Mi Mi points out with her finger as she climbs her chair, making everyone turn towards the sight.

"your daddy is weird sometimes, but anyway Yuta you have so much saliva on the side of your mouth c'mere now." You firmly demand after sliding your daughter her toast. Yuta whines getting off his chair to walk over to you.

you pick up the little boy and walk him over to the kids' bathroom.

"but momma I don't wanna was—"

"boy you ain't going to school lookin' like that, think again." Your harsh voice and the sound of Yuta's childish whines fade away as you inch closer to the bathroom.

Izuku eventually morphs back and eats his toast still with a flushed face, he and his daughter listen to the cries of Yuta and your yells for him to stay still so you can properly wash his face.

Izuku sweat drops whilst Mi Mi eats unbothered, "Your mom is scary.." He whispers, the curly ravenette nods slowly.

"is that why you turned into a puddle earlier?" She asks with a curious head tilt. Izuku looks at her then quickly looks away with another growing blush, "No.. that was something else she did.."

just when she was about to ask why you and Yuta come back.

yuta, annoyed but neat, and you, in content and smiley.

"now eat your toast, yuta."

"hmph..." He climbs the chair and carefully eats his chocolate bread. You begin to clean the area in a quick manner, time still ticking with every distraction.

once you were finish you watch your husband start to gather his things, getting ready to leave for the day. Your eyes avert to the chattering kids and notice one of them doesn't have their backpack with them of course, it was Yuta.

you groan, checking the time on your phone before setting it on the counter to find his bag.

"and then my teacher gave me extra credit for it."

"wow Mi, that's awesome! Good job sweetheart!" Mi Mi enjoyed being showered in her father's praise, her wide smile was full of pride but when she looked over at her brother that smile turned into a cocky grin.

her sinister grin made him roll his eyes and mutter something.

"nerd.."

"huh? What was that Yuta?" She questions her little brother, poking at his buttons as her face grew near. The small child scrunches his nose, the annoyance his sister brought him building up inside him like a boiling tea kettle, if she pushed just one more button...

"I said you're a NER—"

"Yuta MIDORIYA"

"huh?" Three surprised and curious heads turn towards the loud voice coming from down the hall. Your steps were loud and powerful as you made your way to the kitchen with Yuta's bag.

everyone watches you walk toward Yuta and place his concerningly, wet bag on the counter. Upon looking at it, his red bag was now a darker shade, and it reeked of maybe river water. Yuta stared at his bag then up at your heated face. He swallowed hard. Suddenly his own anger wearing off.

"were you collecting frogs, AGAIN?" You cross your arms over your chest, putting some emphasis on again. Izuku and Mi Mi look at each other, seemingly reading their minds judging by their puzzled faces.

'again??'

the boy stares at you unresponsive his eyes are filled with guilt which answers your irritated question. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

"you kids are going to be so damn late.. again."

#𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘬𝘪𝘭 ᯓ★#this was a little silly in the making i drabbled alot LOL #izuku midoriya #izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #:33

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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I’ve never done a request, and obviously you can say no. But I’d love to hear what you think the sleep tokens would be like with a gf/wife/whatever who had a baby and are not comfortable with the way their body has changed??

I’m 9 months post partum and I’m having a hard time with this, so, idk, you’re so good at writing.

Thank you ♥️♥️

Be kind to yourself mama, you grew a whole new life. ✨🤍

Vessel

Let’s face it, you were a muse to him before your pregnancy but the thought of you growing his baby alerted his brain chemistry. He wanted to be a part of everything. The smallest of things like your back or side itching was interesting to him. So he weathered the storm in your head for you. Jumping at any given moment to remind you just how beautiful you were.

That didn’t change after you delivered the baby. Hair tangled and unwashed for days? Still pretty to him. He would just offer to take your bundle of joy and let you have your time. Or if you need help he’s settling the little one and he’s right there in the shower with you. Sitting you down on a little stool and washing your hair for you. Shirt covered in spit-up and breast milk stains? He couldn’t care less you are still stunning to him.

So he sees it. The glazeqd look in your eyes as you feed your baby. Head thrown over the back of the sofa. Vess settles beside you. Handing you an iced water bottle. Waving a little waffle bar in front of you. One that you just look at before shaking your head. That’s enough to make him frown.

“Do you want a different snack?”, he glances over to the kitchen, “Frozen yogurt bites? Nutella on toast? Crisps?”. You shake your head at it all. “Okay… do you want me to cook you something. We have that brownie mix or I can make you pancakes?”, and you know he would because there wasn’t a craving that went unsatisfied during your pregnancy.

“An apple of carrots might just do”, you shrug. Vessel tilts his head to the side, “You crave sugar when you breastfeed. Apples are tart, well the ones we have are. I could run to the…”, you reach out pressing your hand onto his thigh. “There’s no need, we’ll just eat dinner later on”, you try to smile at him but you can practically see the gears turning in his head. He doesn’t push but his eyes are demanding answers.

“It’s time I seriously start thinking about losing the baby chub I still have”, the words feel sour on your tongue, and from the way Vessel frowns you can tell that it tastes just as sour to him. “Your body grew our child”, he shakes his head. “Yeah, but I want to fit into my jeans again”, you scoff, not sure why you were biting back at him. Vessel stands up, reaching for your hand, “Can you stand up real quick”, and it’s not a question. His arms are steadying you as you both move. The baby lets out an annoyed grunt from all the commotion. One that Vessel is quick to soothe with a couple of kisses to their head.

And then he’s careful dragging you towards the bedroom. Towards your biggest enemy. The full wall mirror. But he doesn’t let you halt as he pulls you right in front of it. Standing protectively behind you. Leaning in to kiss the side of your head, your shoulder.

“I’m starting to think that we see very different things when we look in the mirror”, he says. “Bet, you are a sex god and I am just…”, you start only to be cut off by Vess, “I dare you to finish that sentence”. And there’s an edge to his voice now. The protector in full force. You feel your eyes sting slightly. “You are talking shit about a body that grew our baby”, he continues, hands reaching for your sides as he pulls you against him. “You grew eyelashes, little toes, blue eyes here”, his fingers snake beneath the stained shirt, gliding effectively over your skin. “But I was pretty before this”, you hiccup slightly, watching him watch you in the mirror. “You were”, he admits before adding, “You’re gorgeous now”. Your heart skips a beat and you let a sob slip past your lips. Leaning your head back against his chest. Vessel is right there ready to kiss each tear away. Ready to breathe you in. Until you believe in it too.

iii

He had just come home after rehearsals. Arms full of shit he randomly bought at a grocery store cause Thursday was always movie night. He halts listening for the noises around the apartment. The bub should be having an evening nap now and at times it means you’re also napping so he doesn’t want to disturb either one of you. It’s the light sniffing that makes his senses perk up almost immediately. So iii is kicking off his shoes in a hurry as he moves towards the sound.

He finds you in the laundry room. Hands clenching onto a white dress he knew you had worn so many times back when you two used to go clubbing still. Your tear-stained cheeks kill him internally. He can handle lots of shit but not you crying. So iii is reaching out to you, making you jump ever so slightly. “Shit, I didn’t hear you”, you breathe out, quickly wiping your damp cheeks. But you know that the damage is done. He saw you. Lying about it would be pointless.

He comes to tower over you, both palms cupping your cheeks as he lifts your face so he can see you better, “Hey, what’s wrong?”, he muses. Blue eyes drowning you in. “Come here look at me”, he urges, reaching down to hold onto your thighs as he lifts you, setting you down on the washing machine. Parting your thighs so he could step between your legs.

You let out a deep sigh, “Just don’t feel like me”, admitting it out loud feeling just painful. “What do you mean by that?”, he has an inkling where this is going but he’s not about to jump to conclusions. Even more so not pointing it out because he doesn’t want to fuel the fire that’s already burning.

“Have you seen my tits my shirt straps are holding on for dear life”, you grunt, with a shake of your head. “Oh I’ve seen them”, iii can’t help but smirk, “wouldn’t mind seeing them more often”, he wiggles his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side so he can lean closer to you.

“iii”, you can’t help a little snort that slips past your lips. “What? I am an honest man”, he puts his palm on his heart before reaching out to squeeze your thighs, “Same goes for your thighs if I could I would be all over you”, he wraps your legs around his torso. You look up at him, “Yeah but I’m… don’t you think that I’m ugly now, not as hot?”, you ask, before chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Not as hot?”, iii raises his eyebrows, “Mama, you are the hottest. Sizzling hot, look”, he presses a finger to the swell of your breast, letting out a hiss before blowing at the tip of his finger as if he had just gotten burnt. You can’t help but let out a laugh as you shake your head, “You’re unbelievable”. A grin spread over his face, “No, you are unbelievable, unbelievably beautiful”, he pointed out, reaching to cup your jaw, “You brought life into this world that’s fucking breathtaking”, he muses against your lips before leaning in to kiss you.

He has the baby sprawled on his forearm. Little koala straddling a tree trunk. He loves it like that. The little kicks growing into sleepy calmness. He’s mixing eggs with a fork with the other hand. Humming a tune beneath his breath, a new melody he’s been working on with the boys.

“I’m not going”, his happy bubble is busted with the sound of your voice as he turns towards you. “What do you mean you’re not going?”, he frowns slightly. Eyes falling over your curves and the summery dress you had on. Maybe not going was a good option. If he got the baby to sleep he would have you all to himself and if he could just yank the skirt part up…

“Look at me”, you huff in frustration making ii blink. “I am looking, I’m looking”, he nods not following your train of thought. “And?”, you say in frustration. He frowns slightly, “And?”, he repeats your question because he’s genuinely not seeing an issue or maybe the dress was new and he should have said something about it. “I look pathetic in this. I can’t go out looking like that”, you pull at the material of your dress before turning to the side, pinching the bride of your nose.

ii bounces the still half asleep baby in his arms, before carefully lowering them into the swing. He doesn’t have to see you. He can feel the tears streaming down your face. Each tear leaving a new crack in his heart. So he’s turning to you, reaching for your hand but you bat his arms away from you. “Nah, I ain’t having any of this”, he muses, stepping in front of you, pulling your hands away from your face, and guiding them over his torso instead.

“Did someone say anything about the way you look?”, he asks, “Cause I am not opposed to shoving drum sticks up someone’s ass”. You just shake your head, “Everything just feels different, I feel like every part of my body is not mine”, you admit, lip wobbling. “You were just pregnant, you’re feeding a child now and your hormones are once again having a field day”, he states firmly, “Why are you taring yourself apart for something so natural and normal?”, “I just want to feel like myself again”, you muttered, resting your head on his chest. “We can go clothes shopping if you hate what you have, clothes are meant to fit you not the other way around. We can go work out together if that would make you feel better and I am not referring to sex, although…”, ii trails off. “ii”, you grunt, making him smirk, “I’m just saying, if you need me home more so you could do more stuff that would make you feel better, you let me know and I will make it happen”, he reaches out, cupping your face. Carefully brush some of your hair away from your face.

Ivy had a feeling that something had been off for some time now. You’ve been pushing his hands away from your body, or simply escaping his embrace. You stopped changing in front of him. Instead opting to take your clothes to the bathroom. But it’s the Sunday morning that does it for him. He had just settled the baby for the morning nap after feeding them the bottle. He hears the shower running and as if on out-pilot, he’s yanking his shirt over his head. Grabbing the baby monitor and walking towards the shared bathroom. He’s tugging at his shorts when his shoulder collides with the door. He frowns, reaching for the handle only to find it locked. A part of him understood your need for alone time but he much rather get told off and be shushed out of the bathroom than be locked out of it.

So he sits on the bed, right in front of the door. Waiting for you to come out. Not angry not frustrated, but feeling the need to finally bring this up. You unlock the door sometime later. Halting mid-step when you see iv sitting there. “I wasn’t expecting you here”, you chuckle slightly. “We always shower together”, he points out. You watch him for a moment. “You locked the doors”, he says softly, “not that it’s a bad thing, you can do that just… I feel like you’ve been avoiding me”. His words make your heart ache.

“And if I’ve done something to upset you, I would love to know 'cause I am too stupid to see that”, he gets up walking closer to you. You let out a deep sigh but don’t push him away this time. Missing his touch just as much. “I’m sorry”, he mumbles, and you shake your head, “You haven’t done anything wrong it’s all on me”, you let your fingers run over his arms as you think over your next words. “I just… I don’t look the same and I… I guess I was hoping I could bounce back and then you wouldn’t have to see me out of shape”. The sentence comes out like one big breath. You watchiv blink slowly. He opens his mouth a couple of times before closing it.

“I’m sorry but that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard”, he shakes his head, “What do you mean bounce back? See what? I’ve seen everything. I put frozen pads in your nickers may I remind you of that, after putting that squirty thing to hose it down”. “It’s a peri bottle, not a hose”, you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. “Doesn’t change the point”, he shrugs.

“I just don’t like how I look and I guess…”, your voice dies down as you bite your lips. “Well, rock into my fucking garden. I’ve done a shit job of reminding you of how beautiful you are to me”, iv wraps an arm over your middle, pulling you close to him. “Should have seen through this. I just thought you needed alone time”. He presses his forehead to yours, “Not running a hate campaign against yourself. We can’t have that, love”. You give him a sad smile, “I’ve missed you”, you mutter. “I’m here and I’m taking over your worshipping”, his hands reach behind your thighs as he pulls you up and into his arms.

#sleep token x reader #sleep token x you #sleep token imagine #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token vessel imagine #sleep token vessel fanfiction #sleep token iii imagine #sleep token iii x reader #sleep token iii fanfiction #sleep token ii imagine #sleep token ii x reader #sleep token ii fanfiction #sleep token iv x reader #sleep token iv imagine #sleep token iv fanfiction

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replaycamera2 · 1 year

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Midnight Snacks with Redacted Characters

• For all the grief he gives Angel for it, David does keep a single pack of instant ramen on standby in a location he refuses to disclose. He’ll dress it up a bit with a soft boiled egg, some frozen veggies, tofu, leftover meat, whatever he can find.

• Asher isn’t much of a cook, but if Baaabe is hungry in the middle of the night he loves to make some Nutella on toast.

• Milo doesn’t like waking up in the middle of the night as he’s super groggy, but if he and Sweetheart are hungry he’ll throw together some yogurt, berries, and granola before flopping back down.

• Vincent and Lovely don’t need sleep or human food anymore, but occasionally they both get a hankering for a midnight McDonald’s run. They always get it to go and eat outside.

• Sam constantly has to deal with Darlin’ rummaging through the pantry in the middle of the night like a damn raccoon. He won’t let them gorge themselves on chips, instead making them a packet of instant oatmeal before dragging their nocturnal ass back to bed.

• Gavin will never say no to a late-night 7/11 run, though in the interest of keeping Freelancer alive during the day, he’ll rift there himself and come back with whatever snacks they want (provided they’re not too caffeine/sugar laced).

• Avior loves cuddling Starlight throughout the night, content to stay awake and watch them sleep. If they wake up hungry, he’ll magic up some scrambled eggs on toast before cuddling them back down and using just the tiniest bit of dreamwalking magic to help them get back to sleep.

• Lasko tries to make sure he’s not hungry before bed but if he or his partner wake up hungry he’ll make a big mug of hot chocolate (or chocolate milk).

• Hux has a seemingly bottomless supply of granola bars that he keeps for snacks. He keeps a box in his nightstand as well, “Just in case.”

• Damien has a horrific habit of making a protein shake if he’s hungry in the middle of the night. Hux is trying to help him break it.

• Ollie has an undying love for leftover midnight pizza. He swears up and down midnight pizza hits different in a Michelin star way; Babe is convinced it’s the sleep deprived delirium talking.

• Aaron hates getting woken up by Smartass in the middle of the night so they go ninja-mode lifting themselves off his chest. They’ll usually just munch on some dry cereal right out the box before heading back to bed. Aaron secretly does the same thing and has yet to be caught drinking milk straight from the carton.

• Ivan likes having chai and cookies if he and Baby are hungry in the middle of the night. He’s a firm believer that warm drinks and cuddles make a happy, sleepy Baby.

• Elliott is that bitch who makes an entire box poptarts at 1AM. He’s not sorry and he is sharing.

• James likes to have apples and peanut butter for a late night snack. He tries not to eat anything too heavy that’ll slow him down in the morning.

• Anton loves some warm pumpkin soup for a midnight snack. It’s always homemade and he always keeps a little on standby just in case his partner needs it.

• Guy will gorge himself on candy in the middle of the night. Honey keeps finding his stashes but Guy just keeps finding new places to hide his Sour Patch Kids. Honey’d check for secret compartments in the drawers if they thought Guy had the handyman-ness for it.

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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this is us ~ jjk | 18

you're dreading the meeting in LA, but it's a big city. you're not gonna bump into jungkook, are you?

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: naurrrr--this means the series will be ending soon, but yesss---jk and oc will finally come face to face after a year apart! how will it go down? what's gonna happen? 👀 ✨ a/n 2: thank you to those who have sent in words for the little game. those words will be in bold throughout the rest of the chapters. we still have a podcast episode to celebrate the end of this story and you'll be able to send in questions and comments (a form link will be up when i post the last chapter :')) i'll also have a survey for y'all too :) as always, please leave a like, reblog, send an ask. i'd love to hear your thoughts.

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chapter eighteen ~ you're seeing things, aren't you? | wc: 10.9k warnings: there will be a lot of talking, mild language, oc’s friends being loveable dummies, light insecurity, heart flutters, language, drinking, sleazy slimeballs, some touching, a slap to the face, unresolved feelings, insecure jk & oc, bamie is hereeee, love confessions, our babies are growing up and taking things slow, they both get on their knees (you'll understand why when u read), delicate first kiss that turns into a heated one, they're both h*rny but remember they're taking thing slow, smol erection bc hello they're together again, jk is tame and controls himself?? (WHUTTTT) but oc needs a lil bit more from him, bittersweet goodbyes (for now)

The impending meeting was coming up at the end of the week. Your agent, Jae, wouldn't take no for an answer and immediately responded to the Netflix executive, saying you’d take the meeting. If the meeting was anywhere else in the world, you wouldn’t hesitate, but the fact that you had to fly out to LA for this made you feel reluctant.

And when everyone heard you’d be in LA, the only topic of conversation was if you were planning to see he-who-must-not-be-named.

"Will you tell Jungkook you're in town?" Hyunie asked as she cut through her French toast covered in Nutella and strawberries. Taehyung leaned over to take a bite from her fork, but she refused to let him have any.

Yoongi sat, wavering his fingers together. “Oh—the plot thickens. Dun, dun, dun.”

He’d become too comfortable knowing your business and complained that he knew too much for his own good. He was cool with you, but his lifestyle was too chill to mesh with everyone else’s dramatics, including yours. Though he works in the movie business, that didn’t mean he wanted his life to be like a goddamn drama.

“Wouldn’t that be weird? To meet up with an ex?” you asked with reluctance as you searched your friend’s faces for any words of advice.

It’d be nice to catch up, you thought, but what if old feelings resurface? Then what? You’d be screwed and have to start from square one again. You had gotten too far to return to the sad, pathetic person you once were.

Hyunie interjects, “Of course not! You’re friends too.”

You deadpanned. “I haven’t spoken to him in over a year–and I’d hardly call us friends.”

Honestly, could you even go back to being just friends? How were you supposed to be friends with your ex-slash-best-friends-little-brother? How can anyone return to being just friends after being with someone like Jeon Jungkook? You could hardly keep your friends now and then to add an ex as a friend? It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

With a mouth full of strawberries, Tae threw in his two cents. “Just go see him. What’s the worst that can happen? You gonna sleep with him?” He smirked and grabbed another bright red strawberry. This conversation amused him for days, making smart comments and occasionally alluding to what the two of you used to have.

“Really, Tae?” You rolled your eyes, sipping your coffee. You’d like to think you had some kind of self-control.

“What? I’m just being realistic here. The two of you probably have all that pent-up sexual frustration, and who knows—you might not be able to contain yourselves if you’re in the same room.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and then bit down his bottom lip, thrusting and slapping the air while in his seat. Hyunie elbowed him in his rib, causing him to groan at the pain. She whispered something indistinct to him, and the two bickered quietly.

You turned to Yoongi. He was always wise and had the right answers. “What should I do?”

You interrupted him just as he was about to sip his coffee. His lips thinned, and he stared blankly at you. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re the most unbiased person here, and you don’t know Jungkook like we do.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Do whatever you want. If you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. It’s as simple as that.”

Everyone turned their attention to you, wondering how you’d respond. It wasn't as simple as Yoongi had said. The weight of your previous relationship with Jungkook wasn’t one where you could simply put it behind you and pretend like you could be friends again. There was too much history, too much hurt—just too much of everything. You tried to convince yourself for months that there were no more feelings.

And you had made so much progress, minus being upset when you heard he was in town—but regardless, you had moved on, and seeing Jungkook again could set you back a few steps.

Yoongi set down his knife and fork and turned to you. “You’re a big girl, and you’ve worked through a lot of things, and if you don’t think you can handle seeing him again, then don’t put yourself in that situation. I'm sure he’d understand.”

“Or—or—you could just fuc—”

Hyunie covered Taehyung’s mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence. “Don’t listen to my crazy husband. Do what you think is best for you, okay?”

After brunch with the crazy lovebirds, you sat in Yoongi’s car, staring aimlessly out the window, and said nothing the entire car ride.

As he pulled up to your apartment complex, you needed to ask him again. “Tell me the truth. What would you do in my position?”

He sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He knew you needed reassurance, but honestly, there was no right answer for this situation.

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten to know you over this past year, I'd say that it’s gonna eat at you day and night if you don’t reach out to him. You’ll wonder, ‘what could’ve been’ or ‘what if I did X, Y, and Z?’ You’re good at compartmentalizing, but I have a feeling ten years down the line, you’re gonna be upset at yourself. So, I don’t know, as I said earlier if you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. Whatever you choose will be the right decision.”

But what was the right decision? You thought of all the possible scenarios that could play out. What if you call to meet up, and he doesn’t want to? Or what if you meet up and it’s awkward? Or what if you meet up and old feelings resurface?

You were thankful for Yoongi and glad he could always be honest with you. With his advice in consideration, along with everyone else’s minus Kim Taehyung’s, you pondered your next move as you tossed and turned in bed.

Should you try and meet up with Jungkook? But you were doing so well. You had deleted his number, photos, and texts, and if you wanted his new number, you’d have to ask Yuna, and you wouldn’t hear the end of it from her if you did.

Maybe it’d be easier to just not try to see him. You were sure he was doing well, living in LA, doing whatever he was doing, seeing whomever he wanted. You just didn’t want to return to feeling insecure and vulnerable, and you had worked so hard to be where you are today. Maybe it’d be better if you didn’t tell him you were in town.

A non-stop flight from Seoul to LA was close to eleven hours, but you wished it was longer. The lower the flight time, the higher your anxiety rises. Los Angeles was a big city, and there was no way you’d bump into Jungkook, right? That’s a ridiculous thought to have. You’d have a higher chance of bumping into a celebrity than your ex. You were just psyching yourself out at this point, and there was no need to because you decided not to tell him you’d be in town.

After eleven hours on a flight and only six hours of sleep, you hoped you’d bump into no one. Your swollen ankles and puffy eyes were horrendous for anyone to see. But here you were—in Los Angeles, where many dreams came to fruition or never saw the light of day, and you were hoping for the latter, whatever that dream may be. You were curious about what Netflix had to offer and if it would require you to move here. Though, you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, thinking about the what-ifs because nothing was set in stone.

Being a huge corporation, Netflix paid for everything—the flight, hotel, and transportation. Not too shabby, especially since they were trying to woo you into whatever job this was. They booked a corner suite at the Conrad Los Angeles, overlooking the city's skyline. The hustle and bustle of city life were similar but different from Seoul and could possibly be a place where you’d have to get used to.

The luxe Mercedes Benz E-Class you were sitting in pulled up behind the slew of cars from other hotel guests. This felt too fancy from anything you were used to, but you weren’t complaining.

You bid your driver farewell and thanked them as he pulled your luggage from the trunk and set it beside you. Just as you grabbed the handle, a driver behind you honked, gesturing for you to move out of the way. You jumped back, your heart racing as the loud horn continued in short outbursts until you stepped onto the hotel’s sidewalk.

God, this city sucks already, you thought, and you hadn’t even been here for that long, either. Brushing off the awful interaction, you breathed a big breath, ready to take on whatever this trip had in store for you.

“Miss? I’ll need a form of ID and a credit card to put on file.”

You handed what the front desk receptionist needed from you. Now, you understood all the buzz and why this was the hot spot. The hotel was gorgeous and a great place to hang out, even if you weren’t a guest.

As the receptionist input your information, your eyes scanned the lobby, taking everything in. A rowdy group of men exited one of the hotel restaurants, entering the lobby. You noticed a man in a monochromatic cream-colored outfit. You appreciate a man who was put together.

After catching a glimpse of him, you could’ve sworn your eyes were deceiving you. No, it wasn’t him. You were seeing things, weren’t you?

This city was far too big for you to end up at the same hotel as your ex-boyfriend, right? Destiny was definitely being a prude and playing tricks on you.

“Here’s your ID and card back. You’re located on the 16th floor, room 1613.”

“Thank you.”

When you grabbed your ID, card, and luggage, you turned around to ensure you were imagining things. The group of men had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. But you shouldn’t be looking for Jungkook anyway. You decided not to tell him you were in town. Wouldn’t you look pathetic going back on your word?

But instead of going directly to your room, you might have ‘taken the long route,’ cruising through the hotel—just to see what they had to offer. Though, who were you kidding? That person definitely looked like Jungkook! Except he had longer hair, and you hadn’t seen any recent photos of Jungkook, so you had no idea if he had shaved his head or had long, glorious hair like Rapunzel.

You would’ve lurked longer, but now you felt super creepy and stalker-ish, and your large rollaway luggage wasn’t helping either. Maybe it was time to give up; you had been looking longer than you should’ve.

If there was one thing that could possibly make up for the shitty interaction from the furious man honking away like there was no tomorrow—it was the view. The city skyline and clear blue skies with only a few scattered marshmallow-type clouds floating around.

The room was too big for just one person, and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself to kill time before your big meeting. So, you quickly freshen up to roam around the five-star hotel. You had nothing better to do, save for the fact that you needed to find that guy again, just to make sure it wasn’t Jungkook.

And as you expected, this hotel was packed with people. The restaurant's decor and view were stunning, to say the least. You didn’t want to keep going back and forth between the various choices of restaurants, so you stuck with the first place you saw, Agua Viva.

A small commotion turned your head; your eyes focused on it for a split second before returning your attention to the host. You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry. Yes, a seat at the bar is great. Thank you.”

You scanned the drink menu, pondering the various choices before you. Alcohol or no alcohol—such a hard decision. Well, considering you were going to an important meeting, it was probably best not to be tipsy, or it could calm your nerves.

“Hello, miss. What’ll you have?”

It was a toss-up between the Tornup Tiki Punch or Flamingo Shuttle. What silly names they were.

“I’ll have a Flamingo Shuttle, please.”

Non-alcoholic it is.

“One Flamingo Shuttle coming right up.”

You tapped on the square napkin before you, swiveling your chair back and forth, taking in the surroundings of light laughter and chatter, before returning your attention to the bartender making your drink.

In a city of 3.8 million people, it was stupid to think you had seen Jungkook. Maybe you just wanted it to be him and desperately tried to speak it into existence. You probably had a better chance of bumping into a Kardashian than Jeon Jungkook.

“Is this seat taken?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning around to confirm your suspicions about the familiar voice.

It’s like time stood still; everything and everyone quieted down, and it was only you and him. He was like a stranger from a different lifetime staring back at you, but everything you felt while with him came rushing back like a flood.

“Jungkook.” His name rolled off your lips in a familiar way you couldn’t explain. It had such a hold on you, pulling you right back like a lovesick puppy.

“Noona,” he said with his big brown, doe eyes crinkling in the corner, along with a bunny smile.

The one word made you clench around nothing, but it’s just a word–what’s wrong with you? Honestly, woman.

“Is this seat taken?” He repeated, making you come back to reality.

“No, it’s yours if you’d like.”

You watched his every move. His hand held your stool, and his thumb lightly brushed against your back as he sat down. Immediately, you straighten your posture in case of any other accidental touches.

Jungkook crossed his arms on the counter, turning to you. The both of you smiled awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.

“I thought I saw you,” the both of you said in unison and chuckled after.

“It’s me,” you scrunch your nose, flashing a smile.

Jungkook shook his head, copying your smile. “I thought I was going crazy for a split second. Wha–” he paused to let his mind catch up with his words. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for a meeting.”

He nodded. “Oh. It must be an important meeting if you flew all the way out here.”

You hummed. “Yeah, it’s pretty important.”

Should you spare more details? Or just leave it at the bare minimum? You didn’t want him to conjure up any ideas as you had been for the last few weeks.

“Your Flamingo Shuttle, miss. Would you like to bill it to your room?”

“Yes, please.” If Netflix was paying, you were drinking.

You lightly groaned after taking a sip, not realizing you’d been thirsty after flying all day, or was it Jungkook’s presence making you feel suddenly parched?

“Anything for you, sir?” The bartender asked Jungkook, to which he shook his head no.

“It’s good to see you,” Jungkook said as the bartender left to attend to another guest.

Your crossed leg unintentionally touched his pant leg when you turned toward him. You took your time letting your eyes gaze over this new Jeon Jungkook. His permed hair had grown longer, and a fringe was swept softly across his left eye. The piercing that adorned his eyebrow had disappeared, and the only thing decorating that pretty face was a lip piercing.

“It’s really good to see you too. You look great, by the way. I love the long hair. It really suits you.” You couldn’t help but wonder how his hair would feel entangled between your fingers.

He proceeded to touch the ends. “Thanks. You–you always look great,” he chuckled lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment as you suppressed a smile. “Thanks. I–um, do you have time to catch up? If you’re not busy, that is, but if you are, then please feel free to go. I don’t–I don’t want to keep you from anything.”

“I have some time,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and his tiny dimple on display.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you made it in your head. You were overanalyzing nothing. Jungkook seemed happy to see you, even though you thought he’d be running in the other direction, considering he had left on a whim.

“Um, do you work around here?”

“Yeah, I was just getting some early drinks with my colleagues.”

Your mind immediately went to Alex, which you fucking hated, but you couldn’t help it. Obviously, she wasn’t with the group of him and rowdy men, but you assumed they still worked together, and who knew in what kind of capacity–or maybe she had him eating in the palm of her hands again.

You stopped the ongoing conversation in your head. It wasn’t good for anyone if this continued.

“This is a great place. I can see why you’d come here.” He hummed in agreement. “How–how are you? How’s everything?”

Jungkook cleared his throat, interlocking his hands together, light tapping his thumb on the other. “It’s good. I’m—good. Work has been going well. I, uh—I’ve taken up running along with boxing, but Bam–he’s a handful.”

“Bam?”

“Yeah! My dog.”

“You have a dog?”

“He’s still a pup, but he’s getting so big already.” Jungkook pulled his phone from his back pocket, scrolling to find a photo of Bam. “See.” He set his phone on the counter, pushing it to you.

“Oh, my god. He’s precious! He has big doe eyes like his dad,” your mouth curved into a smile. “He’s perfect for you.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, pressing the off button on his phone. “How are you? What’s new?”

His question was so broad you weren’t sure where to start. He obviously knew about your meeting but didn’t know what it was for. But how much information would you feel comfortable divulging?

“I’m good.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “I just got back from a solo trip, and then this whole LA thing happened, and now I’m here.”

“Ah–right. Yuna told me about your trip. How was it? Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded. “It was great. I practically laid out on the beach most of the time, got some sun in,” you smiled and shrugged. “And what about you? I heard you were back in Seoul for a little bit.”

He hummed. “Yeah, for my mom’s birthday dinner, and I finally got to meet Indie.”

“Ugh, I love that little booger,” you chimed in.

“She’s amazing, and she’s growing up so fast.”

“Right? She grew up in a blink of an eye.”

Then you realized Jungkook had missed most, if not the entirety, of Indie's first year. Time had passed, and you had also grown and blossomed without your awareness in the midst of it all.

Jungkook beamed a soft smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” you asked again, searching for the bartender.

He shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Positive?” You gave him a look.

He nodded. “Still trying to take care of me?”

“Well–I am older than you.”

Jungkook chuckled and turned away for a moment. “I, uh, already had some earlier, remember? So, I shouldn’t have anymore.”

“What? You can’t hold your liquor anymore, old man?” you teased.

He scoffed at your lame joke. “Are you taunting me?”

It almost felt like old times when you were just friends, ragging on each other.

You sipped your drink before answering, “Yes.”

He flashed a close-lipped smile. “Can I take a rain check?”

You hummed lightly. “You got it.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and swiveled in his chair, lightly brushing his knee against yours. “Do you have my new number?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, because you recently deleted all his contact, texts, and photos. You shook your head.

He held out his hand, wavering his fingers for your phone. You gave it over without hesitation and watched as he saved his number. “Call me if you need anything or want to get that drink before you leave.”

He handed it back, his fingers softly touching yours. “I should go. I left Bam too long by himself.”

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest and onto the counter, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of butterflies and the bead of sweat on the nape of your neck finally caressing your skin when he touched you. “Yeah, sure, of course.” You nervously scratched your temple. “I, uh, I should get going too. I have my meeting soon.”

Jungkook smiled and stood, and you followed suit. He stepped back, straightening his cream-colored jacket and smoothing down his pants. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

You weren’t sure if he really meant it or if it was just an expression. Either way, you didn’t want to put more meaning into it than needed. You smiled and hummed.

He stepped away, waving his hand before walking off into the sea of people who just entered the restaurant.

You half expected him to look back, but he didn’t. He was calm, cool, and collected as he confidently walked away, making you think he was over you.

Jungkook sat in his Uber, pinching himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming–that he really saw you and had a conversation, and it wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be. Unless it was awkward, and he invented a fictitious scenario in his head, misunderstood your body language, and misinterpreted your words.

“Sir?”

“Oh, uh, sorry. Yes, you can drop me off right here.” Jungkook’s mind raced back and forth, replaying the conversation.

He closed the car’s door, shuffling to the apartment complex’s gate. He punched in the code, rushing to his place to let Bam out.

The 50-pound puppy popped his head up, panting and wagging his tail as he saw his owner. Bam sprung to his feet and dashed over to Jungkook, smelling and licking his palm more than normal.

“I know, Bamie. I know.”

Jungkook smelled different. He must’ve had the faintest smell of you on him.

“Come on, boy. You’ve been waiting for me for too long.”

Bam whined when Jungkook’s mind was on something else and did not notice him. He was scratching Bam’s belly, staring off into space with nothing but you on his mind. It’s like you had completely taken over him like you were his paradise, and even if he tried to resist, it was probably useless now. He could never escape you.

Should he go back to the hotel? Would that seem too needy? He thought he was trying to get over you, but here you were, right in front of him, practically within reach—no ocean between the two of you. If now wasn’t the time, then when?

Was he prepared to fight for you? To be with you again? Was he ready for you to reject him if he wanted more, but you didn’t?

He sighed, fighting with himself for his next move. Whatever his decision, he wanted to ensure it was the right one. The real question was—did he want to be with you again after all this time?

The answer was yes—it has always been yes. You’re it. You’ve ruined him—it will always be you.

He was so close to getting in his car and driving back. Every cell in his body was urging him to go and confess his undying love—that is, until he remembered he ran away, that he hurt you.

What if you had moved on but didn't want him to know? He had no right to delve into your business anymore. What if you had moved on with that Yoongi guy? He'd heard that guy's name too many times from Yuna and Taehyung for him not to suspect anything was up with the two of you. You looked so happy with Yoongi that one time he saw you. Maybe he was the cause of your euphoria, the person you spent all your time with, the person you dreamed with, shared your hopes with—maybe you had fully closed the chapter that Jungkook was a part of, and Yoongi was the ‘take two’ of your story.

But could Jungkook just be a foolish dreamer? Thinking he still had a chance with you?

He'd given you his phone number, and the ball was now in your court. If you wanted to, then you’d contact him. Otherwise, perhaps it's best that he's not constantly chasing you. If you still wanted him, then you needed to let him know, and if you didn’t, then maybe he could finally try to let you go.

You checked yourself one last time, smoothing out your tailored skirt and matching blazer. You wished you had chosen another pair of heels, but your nude slingbacks were the only things you packed, so it’d have to suffice. With a swipe of your raspberry lip tint, you were now ready to charm whoever this executive was.

The hostess led you through the restaurant to a private dining lounge. A few guests were scattered far and wide while light jazz music and laughter filled your ears. Were all Netflix meetings always this fancy? You had looked up the menu beforehand, and the prices were somewhat reasonable for dinner, but you’d be fine with instant ramen from the convenience store. You could probably order the whole menu if you wanted since you weren't paying.

“Mr. Wells will be here shortly,” the hostess smiled, leaving you at the table as you mindlessly fiddled with your thumbs.

You wondered how your name even landed on the desk or email of someone across the ocean. Or could Jae just be a great writing agent, and he just had his connections? Maybe you’d find out during this dinner.

A waitress stopped by the table, bringing glasses of water and a bottle of Champagne.

“Oh–I didn’t order this.”

“Mr. Wells did. He wanted to apologize in advance for his lateness. He’s held up in traffic at the moment.” The waitress poured the champagne into two tall flutes.

Fifteen minutes went by as you sat waiting for this Netflix exec. He was already leaving a bad taste in your mouth because of his lateness, but it’s not like you had any other plans.

You scanned the room, watching others converse and eat before pulling out your phone. You went to your contacts and scrolled down to Jungkook’s name. It was like deja vu all over again–staring aimlessly at his name, whether or not to delete it or keep it. Only this time, he would hopefully pick up the call.

You were tempted to text him to see what he was up to. Considering it was a Friday night, he was probably out with friends, maybe Jimin or a girlfriend. You’d heard from Taehyung that they hung out fairly often. At least he had a friendly face in this city.

A low, husky voice said your name, making you look up from your phone. The man standing before you was not someone you pictured. If you had all the confidence in the world, you’d whistle and holler at this Park Seo Joon look alike.

“I’m Zachary Wells, but just call me Zach.” He grinned as he quickly scanned your face and held out his hand. You stood to shake it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and your work,” Zach said, gesturing for the both of you to sit.

“You have?”

“Whenever Kenji is in town, you’re all he ever talks about.”

Ah, Kenji. You should’ve known. Well, you supposed one of your exes was good for something.

Zach grabbed the attention of the waitress. “Should we order dinner? I’m starving.”

The two of you had a lot in common. Zach was fairly easy to talk to and was a chatterbox. But just like Kenji, Zach was avoiding why he had wanted to meet you in the first place.

The conversation had finally winded down after an hour, and the champagne and water washed down the last of your dinner. And now, only one thing remains.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet with you.” You hummed. "Well, as you know, we've been expanding Netflix into South Korea, and we're picking up a lot of Korean dramas as demand grows here in the States. As I was talking with Kenji, we thought you’d be perfect for the role of director for creative marketing. I understand you've been a writer for a long time, but I believe you have the potential to help us thrive even more with your market knowledge and insight.”

“Would that mean I wouldn’t have to move out here? That I could stay in Seoul?” It was the first thought on your mind.

“We’d onboard you here in LA for a few months and then get you settled back in Seoul.”

Zach’s offer was too good to be true and to pass up. You didn’t have anything else going for you right now. No show and only a half-finished script.

“So? What do you think?” Zach leaned back in his seat, draping his arm behind you, scanning you from head to toe. He finished the last of his champagne, gesturing for the waitress to bring another one.

It’s not like you could give him an answer right here, right now–coming to live in LA, leaving your life and friends behind. It was a big ask and not a decision you’d take lightly.

Your silence encouraged him to move closer, and his knee knocked into yours. “What do I have to do to convince you?” he said, his finger lightly brushing against your knee.

Immediately, you pulled back, pushing his hand away. “Is this how you get everyone to come to work for you?” You scowled, disgusted by his action.

“This is an opportunity of a lifetime, babe. Don’t waste it.” Zach raised his brows, waiting for you to change your mind. He tried to touch you again, but a loud smack echoed throughout the room, making others around you stop and look at the commotion.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” Zach licked his lips, massaging his cheek.

“You’re a disgusting pig.”

He scoffed. “Oh, am I? I’m here trying to give you a job, and here you are, being a fucking bitch. I hear you have nothing else lined up for you, right? And I can easily tell everyone in this industry to never give you another job again.” He threatened and then proceeded to move in again.

“If you touch me again. I’ll fucking scream,” you seethed, your face warm to the touch, smoke fuming from your ears.

Zach rolled his eyes and threw his hands in defeat. “Fine–have it your way. Good luck getting a job in this industry ever again,” he spat out before leaving.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at you. You cowered, unsure of where to go or what to do. You weren’t expecting this turn of events. It was just too good to be true.

This whole trip felt like a bust. You came here expecting to return to Seoul with a job but instead had a creepy interaction with a high-level executive, and they paid for everything, including your flight and hotel. You shivered at the thought of him knowing exactly where you were staying. You were alone in a big city, and the only person you knew was your ex-boyfriend.

You illuminated your phone to check the time, debating whether to call Jungkook. Would it be weird? Would you look desperate if you called? It’s not like you had any dignity left anyway.

Unlocking your phone, you clicked on Jungkook’s contact; your thumb hovered over the call button. Fuck it, you thought and pressed call.

It rang a few times before Jungkook’s familiar voice was on the other end—it felt like old times.

Hello?

“Hey, it’s me.”

Hey. I was hoping you’d call. Are you done with your meeting already?

“Yeah, um, would you mind picking me up at the restaurant?”

Yeah! Of course. Text me the address. I’m coming right now.

Jungkook zipped through the city, and thankfully, there wasn’t any heavy traffic to slow him down. He got to the restaurant in less than 20 minutes. He pulled up and saw you waiting on the sidewalk with your arms crossed, trying to keep yourself warm. Parking the car, he ran over to you.

“Hey—are you okay?” he asked with concerned eyes, scanning you from head to toe, ensuring you weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, can we go?” Your body language was telling Jungkook otherwise.

He opened the door for you, and you quickly got in, fastening your seat belt and breathing a sigh of relief once you lay against the headrest. Jungkook looked over, biting his cheek as he could tell you weren’t okay—your eyes were glassy, and he could see how your mascara smudged. He began to input the address for the hotel, but you stopped him.

“Can—can we go back to your place?” Jungkook perked up. “I don’t want to be alone, if that’s okay.”

He certainly wasn’t going to deny you. “Yeah, of course. That’s fine with me.”

“Are you sure?”

It probably wasn’t fair of you to do this to him.

“Yeah, of course. Anything for you.”

“Jungkook, you can totally say no—”

He gently placed his hand on top of yours. “Hey—it’s okay. We’ll go to my place.”

You waited a good distance behind Jungkook as he unlocked the door. He took a step but then stepped back and turned to you.

“Bam gets excited when new people come over. So, I apologize if he’s a bit wild.”

You smiled, assuring him you’d be okay. You were nervous but psyched to meet him, actually—you hoped he would like you. Considering Jungkook was his owner, Bam would probably be the sweetest pup.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, the brown-coated Doberman greeted him. He knelt down, rubbing his floppy ears. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long, right, Bamie?”

Jungkook looked at you, beaming a wide smile before returning to his puppy. Bam’s tongue hung out as he panted, looking in your direction–he really did have big, doe eyes like Jungkook. Maybe they were drawn to each other through lingering starry eyes.

He let go of him, and immediately Bam came to sniff your hand, giving a few licks before looking up at you. “I think he likes you.”

“Whew—I passed Bam’s vibe check,” you joked as you crouched down to cup his face, in which Bam licked your chin. “Oh–” You scrunch your eyes closed and giggle at the pup. He really was so sweet.

“Bam—house,” Jungkook commanded. Bam whined quietly before following his owner’s order. He pouted the entire stroll to his crate. As he lay down, he took his turtle chew toy into his mouth, making it squeak.

You slipped off your shoes and set down your bag, looking around Jungkook’s apartment. As you expected, it was squeaky clean, with a few photo frames of his mom, Yuna, and Indie. Then you noticed the ‘Rising Star’ award he had displayed on a shelf next to a few other awards he must’ve gotten at his new job. The stark white walls and flooring contrasted against the black and brown hue furniture. You chuckled to yourself when you saw the workout equipment in the corner—of course; it’s right in his living room.

“If you’re tired, you can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh–” It wasn’t your intention to sleep here. You didn’t want to be alone after that icky interaction with Zach. “I’m okay. Do you just want to hang out and talk for a little bit?”

Jungkook took a big gulp and cleared his throat. He figured this was the moment of truth. He didn’t know what to expect anymore–it could be good or bad.

“Yeah,” he smiled, making his way to the couch, gesturing for you to do the same. “Make yourself at home.”

That was easier said than done. You felt intrusive and feared that you crossed a boundary you shouldn’t have.

He watched you sit on the opposite end. And never in a million years did he think you’d be here, sitting with him. Is it possible that you have found some way to forgive him?

Your eyes found his, and the two of you nervously chuckled.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

You shook your head. You didn’t mind just sitting here and being in his presence. It felt so comforting after such a long day of traveling and a shitty meeting.

“How was your meeting? Did it go well?”

You sighed, positioning your body toward him as you leaned against the couch. You purse your lips before answering him. “The guy was a bit of a douche. The job sounded like a great opportunity, but I refuse to work with someone who thinks I’ll sleep with them for a job.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry, what?”

You could see Jungkook clenching his fist, but honestly, he had nothing to worry about. You hoped the slap Zach got was more than enough to scare him off.

You held your hands up to calm him down. “I can take care of myself, Jungkook,” you assured him. “He got a nice slap from me,” you beamed.

He breathed a sigh, relaxing his body into the couch cushion. “I’m sorry the meeting wasn’t everything you had hoped for.”

You shrugged. “It’s whatever. I’m sure something better will come along.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“So, what were you doing on a Friday night? I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You scanned the room, and there was nothing indicating he had company over.

Jungkook pouted, shaking his head. “Just hanging out with Bam.”

“No girlfriend or anything?”

Jungkook suppressed a smile, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe this was your subtle way of asking if he was seeing anyone. “No. No girlfriend. LA girls aren’t really my type.” Because you were, he thought. As hard as he tried to let you go, he just couldn’t.

You hummed and then wanted to kick yourself because that question came out of nowhere, but it was the question lingering on your mind ever since he had left. Someone who looked like him would’ve surely had women lined out the door, ready and willing to date him and bear his children.

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, avoiding your gaze.

“No. No boyfriend.”

“So, you’re not seeing that Yoongi guy?”

You licked your lips, the corners of your mouth curving into a smile. “I’m guessing you heard that name from Yuna or Taehyung?” He nodded. “He’s just a friend and a pain in my ass.”

“Ah–got it.”

“And what about Alex? Is she still around?” You couldn’t not ask. It was like a giant elephant hanging out in the room with you.

Jungkook figured her name would come up sooner or later. “Alex’s not working for the company anymore. She moved out of the country.”

“Good,” you huffed; if she wasn't near Jungkook, that made you happy.

“You really hate her, huh?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

Jungkook softly chuckled, letting a beat pass. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything that happened with us.”

“I’m sorry too.” Your lips thinned, your fingers unconsciously picking at your hand.

“Why are you sorry?”

You appreciated that he didn't point out your flaws, but he wasn’t the only one at fault. Neither one of you was perfect. “Jungkook, you’re not the only one to blame. I should have communicated my feelings better when we were together.”

He nodded in agreement. “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Initially, it was hard to even think about forgiving Jungkook, but as time passed, the pain and hurt subsided. “Mm. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes,” he chimed in. You chuckled at how fast he answered. “What?” He raised his eyebrow.

You shook your head. “Nothing–”

“Just say it.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because—I just—shouldn’t.” You wanted to say you found him cute and endearing and that he forgave others too quickly.

“Fine,” he pouted, shifting his leg onto the couch.

Your mouth opens involuntarily, exhaling a yawn from exhaustion. The time difference really fucked you up. Quickly, you covered it with both hands and excused yourself.

“Am I boring you?” Jungkook teased.

“Yes, actually. I hadn’t realized you’d become so dull,” you quipped, covering another yawn. “See—so boring that you’re making me sleepy.” You leaned on your arm against the back cushion.

“Or maybe you’re just becoming an old lady.”

You scoffed. “I’m an old lady? You’re the one who’s staying in on a Friday night! Old man.”

“Yeah, I had to stay in, just in case an old lady needed me.” Jungkook giggled and looked away before returning to meet your eyes. “I’ve missed this.”

“What?”

“Us.”

It was this specific moment when you moved into flight mode. You gave a half-smile and shifted your position so your feet touched the ground. You checked your phone for the time. “I should get an Uber and go back to my hotel.”

“I can take you.”

“Jungkook, you’ve done so much for me already. I don’t want you to have to drive back and forth.”

“I don’t mind—honestly.”

You stood up. “I know you don’t—but I do. It’s okay—really.” You unlocked your phone and pulled up the app, determined to call for a car. All of this was becoming too much for you, for your heart. His presence, the giggles, the familiarity of what the two of you used to be.

Jungkook stood and walked over to you, gently pushing away your phone. “What’s going on? Tell me the truth.” He could always tell when your mind was working overload—racing with thought after thought.

Should you tell him why you needed to leave after the two of you had a nice, civil conversation without screaming or yelling? Your therapist did tell you that no one would know how you feel unless you told them—and you just told Jungkook that you should communicate better.

Ugh, goddamnit.

Speak now or forever, hold your peace.

You didn’t want to revert back to your old ways—being anxious, self-conscious, unsure of what you wanted. You sighed. “The truth?” Jungkook nodded. “The truth is—I probably shouldn’t have called you.”

“Why?” he asked as his starry eyes gazed deeply into your soul.

“Because—I was—I am scared.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, unsure of why you’d be scared. “Scared of what?”

“I was scared that if I called you and we talked—old feelings would resurface, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes again.”

“You still have feelings for me?”

“I think so? I’m—I’m not sure,” you stammered. “That’s why I didn’t call you in the first place when I knew I was coming to LA, and then when I happened to bump into you—well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that yes, I still have feelings for you.”

His eyes fell to the floor, and he sucked in his lips, trying not to smile, before looking back at you. “Am I the mistake?”

You shook your head. “You were never a mistake.”

“Then what mistakes are you referring to?”

You hung your head and sat back down, and Jungkook followed suit. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, and he looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know. Me—falling too fast, building fantasies inside my head, knowing it’ll never be real, not saying how I feel, pushing away people who love me. Should I keep going?”

“So, you didn’t want to call me and come here because you were scared all that’s gonna happen if you talked to me? Is that right?”

It sounded ridiculous, but he hit the nail on the head.

You hummed.

There was the slimmest chance of you bumping into Jungkook while in the same city, but you hadn’t fully prepared yourself if you did bump into him. You weren’t ready for the unresolved feelings and the smallest flutters of butterflies, your body to warm up to the simplest of accidental touches and soft giggles.

You could’ve just sucked it up, called an Uber, returned to your hotel, and tried to brush off the slimy interaction with the Netflix exec, but instead, you called the one person you knew would bring you comfort—Jungkook.

Should you just be completely honest and bare your soul? You were halfway there. Maybe it was time to grow up and just say what the fuck you wanted.

Jungkook was silent and waited to see if you had anything else.

You cleared your throat, thinking it was now or never.

“Our breakup,” you paused to recollect yourself and to stop your lips from quivering so much. You started again, “Our breakup—it really fucked me up. You left without saying goodbye, and after that, I kind of spiraled—drinking every day, showing up late to set, and ditching our friends. Hell—I almost let some random guy fuck me in a bathroom.”

You sighed. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but I needed to go through all those things to be where I am today. I’ve done a lot of work on myself and had a lot of healing through therapy, a solo trip, and some new friends–okay, just one new friend, but that's beside the point–I just don’t want to go back to the same person I was before.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him.

“I’m not saying that being here with you again will make me become the person I was before—I just want to make better decisions being the new person I am now.”

Finally, hearing how you felt after all this time relieved him. He had waited so long for you to finally share yourself with him.

Jungkook’s mouth moved from side to side, nibbling on his bottom lip before he spoke, “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. The weekend in Jeju really fucked me up. So much was happening with Taehyung and Hyunie’s wedding, and then we were on the brink of breaking up while pretending to be happy. My heart and my mind were all over the place. Then I saw you with Yoongi, and that really sent me over the edge because that’s when I knew I had lost you and could never get you back—no matter how hard I tried, I don’t think anything would’ve worked. So—I left.”

Your jaw tightened, trying to hold back tears as Jungkook recounted his side of the story. You didn’t know he saw you with Yoongi; it must’ve been shortly after you returned from Jeju. And as much as you were hurting, so was he.

Well, since both of you were in apology mode.

“I’m sorry too,” you said. “Growing up, it was only me. I had to do everything myself because my parents weren’t really there for me, and so I always felt like I didn’t want to bother others with my burdens. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m slowly learning that I don’t have to do everything alone—that it’s okay to ask for help. So, I’m sorry I never communicated well and kept things from you.”

He licked his lips, thinking about how new this was all for him—you baring your feelings. “No, that makes sense. I get it.”

“You do?”

“I mean—I’m not perfect either. We both made mistakes, but you’re wrong about one thing.”

You raised your eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“You had me and Yuna, and you know my mom loves you like you’re her own. She might love you more than she loves me,” he said. “And you know you can always tell me what’s going on. I’ll always be here for you—no matter what happens between us.”

You grinned because he was right. You had overlooked the huge part that their family played in your life. You couldn’t discount that.

“If there’s one thing I truly regret from all of this—it’s cutting ramen out of my diet since I’ve moved here,” he joked to lighten the mood.

You dramatically gasped, covering your mouth. “You cut ramen from your diet? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

The two of you giggled.

“I guess we’ve both done some growing up, huh?” Jungkook knocked his knee into yours.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“So, what now?”

You shrugged, unsure of Jungkook’s feelings, but you wanted to express yours. “I don’t want to wake up one day and regret not trying again. I want you. I want all of you, but I'm scared—scared that I'll get hurt and go back to my old ways. I’ve had a lot of healing, and I'm in a good place, but seeing you again, being near you, makes me want to forget everything that has happened and jump in your arms and tear off your clothes.”

Jungkook covered his mouth as he silently chuckled at your confession.

“Are you basking in my misery?” you sneered.

His lips turned into a pout as he shook his head. “No, I just—this is what I wanted all along while we were dating.”

“What? Me acting like a fool?”

“No—you telling me how you feel, tell me how much you want me, to claim me as yours.”

You opened your mouth and made a face. “You want me to grovel? Get on my knees?”

Jungkook bit his tongue when you got down on your knees in front of him. He had to tell himself and his dick to calm the fuck down because it was not the time and place to be thinking of such naughty things.

You gazed up at him; seeing him squirm was fun. “You like me on my knees?” you asked, sitting back on your legs.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweats as he shifted back on the couch. He thought back to the very first time you sucked him off after having dinner with Yuna and your mom. “I’m sorry. I think you were confessing your love for me. Go on. I’m all ears.”

You smacked his thigh. “I’m—you’re ruining this moment!”

“I’m ruining it? You’re the one who got down on your knees! You know how much I love that,” he mumbled the last of his words.

You turned and cupped your ear toward him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“Just—go on. You were saying?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for you.

You huffed, tilting your head back before landing on his sparkly doe eyes and cute little dimple peeking through. “I am stupidly in love with you, Jeon Jungkook, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you again.”

Jungkook felt a sense of relief when he heard those words, but there was still a small sliver of fear. “What if we’re just fooling ourselves into thinking this will work?”

“Then I guess we can be fools together.”

After baring your soul to Jungkook, you wanted nothing more than to jump into his lap and ride him like an endless merry-go-round, but you’ve changed and didn’t want to regret anything going forward with him. The two of you needed to take things slow and steady because you wanted to win the race.

The two of you stayed up late—talking, drinking beer, and catching each other up on life until the sun came up. It was like no time had passed, and you picked up right where you left off.

Bam had taken a liking to you, staying by your side, following you whenever you got up and moved around. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He definitely took after Jungkook.

The size of your bladder warranted another trip to the bathroom, and when you returned to where Jungkook and Bam were, you noticed Jungkook in a compromising position.

“Why are you on one knee? Are you taking a page out of my book?” you teased, not wanting to jump to any conclusions because you both agreed on taking it slow.

Without an answer, he took out something he was hiding behind his back. He held a blue velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced rapidly because you knew exactly where that box was from. You and Yuna had looked at engagement rings for hours on end when the two of you thought Namjoon was getting ready to propose. You had mentioned it too many times to Jungkook while the two of you were dating. There’s no way he’d be proposing, right?

This whole thing with Jungkook was new—well, not really new, but you’d have to turn him down if he were to ask your hand in marriage. You were definitely not ready because the two of you had just agreed to try this relationship again.

“What the fuck is that? It better be a ring pop,” you implored. He slowly shook his head, beaming a smile from ear to ear. You repeated ‘no’ under your breath, shaking your head.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Oh—I know what it is!”

Jungkook leaned over on his knee toward you. “Okay, so tell me.”

“It’s—it’s the ring that I couldn’t stop talking about. Why do you have it?”

He giggled at how cute and flustered you had become. “For once, you’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong,” you huffed.

He stood, making his way to you, lifting your chin with his index finger. He stared deeply into your eyes. “You are completely and utterly wrong.”

You pouted and crossed your arms. “Prove it.”

Jungkook sighed at how stubborn you were. He opened the blue velvet box, and it was not the ring you had envisioned. “It’s a promise ring.” Because it was the ring that complimented the engagement set.

You visibly gulped, and there was a sense of relief. “A promise ring?”

He nodded. “You are everything I could ever want and more. It’s always been you, and there’s gonna be no one else for me. You are worth walking through hell and back, and considering we’ve done that already—I’d do it again if I had to, but please, please—I don’t want to do it again,” he pleaded, making you smile. “If you’ll let me, I want to love you and show you I’m worthy of your love every day for the rest of my life.”

You found yourself grinning from ear to ear, loving his little declaration of love. You moved closer to him, looking at the ring and then at him. “I want to make this right—us. I was wrong for not fighting for you—for us, and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

He pulled the ring from the box, grabbed your left hand, and placed the piece of jewelry on your finger. “We’re in this together—you and me.”

You glanced at the ring, smiling at how pretty it looked on your finger. “You and me.”

A lot has happened in the last 24 hours—you flew to LA, had your meeting, and rekindled your relationship with Jungkook. The last thing wasn’t anything you expected, but it became the silver lining to this short trip you were dreading in the first place.

The pair of you couldn’t stop smiling and giggling in the elevator up to your hotel room–mind you, you’d kept your distance from him the entire night, but it was becoming pure and complete utter torture.

Your time in LA was already coming to an end, and everything in you wanted to just leave your life behind and stay, but you had to resist; you had to fight it—at least for now.

“So,” you trailed off, unsure what to say to him.

“So,” he repeated, leaning next to your door.

You both smiled and laughed at the tension filling the hallway.

“Do you,” you paused to think through your words, “want to come in until I have to leave?” This was a good boundary, you thought–just until you had to leave for the airport.

Jungkook licked his lips, flipping his lip ring back and forth with his tongue. His eyes explored your face before landing on your lips. “I’d love to, but we know if I do, then you won't get anything packed, and you’ll for sure miss your flight.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, and playfully smacked his chest. “I have no idea what you’re alluding to, mister.”

But you fucking knew and wanted it too.

He eliminated the distance between you, slowly caging you against the door. You closed your eyes when he gently caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You had forgotten how much you had missed his touch—your body was glowing inside, illuminated from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You wanted nothing but to savor this moment—a moment you thought ceased to exist, a moment you thought only existed in your reveries.

The tiny hairs on your skin, tingling, standing on their end in anticipation of an expected kiss. All this tension was killing you softly.

His other hand snaked around the nape of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your eyes fluttered open, watching his lips part, his breaths slowing down, and you were trying to remember if they were still soft and had the faintest taste of strawberry. And you wanted to gently tug on that silver piece of jewelry and hear him whine because of it.

Your stomach somersaults like there’s a gymnast going for the gold for the floor exercise when his body brushes against yours. The twitch in his black sweats is what really makes you melt and clench around nothing. It's been far too long since you've been touched, and he was the only one that could bring you pleasure.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes are desperately darting back and forth between yours, waiting for your okay.

“Please,” you pleaded, almost inaudible if he wasn't so close.

He doesn’t go right in like you expected. He took his time, both hands cupping your face and your hands gripping his tiny waist like nothing had ever stopped between the two of you. The tip of his nose nudged yours, his lips lightly feathering across the top of your lips—not going in just yet. His warm hot breath fans the ever-growing desire within you. It was thrilling for him to rediscover everything he loved about you.

You closed your eyes in excitement, scrunching the bottom of his shirt in your hands. You slightly tugged on it, wanting him to hurry and just fucking kiss you already. You had never known him to be so careful, so gentle.

He giggled at your frustration. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

You deadpanned. “It’s too slow,” you whined, trying to reach for his lips, but he pulled back. “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

Jungkook flashed a soft smile, his dimple on display. “I do.”

“Then shut up and do it already,” you pouted. You couldn't handle the teasing between you anymore. You wanted to make up for everything lost within the last year. If you had all the time in the world, you’d want him to do anything and everything to you, but that day would have to wait.

He tilted his head and leaned in; his nose nuzzled into the side of your face, and the deep yearning you’d hidden inside was released as his lips finally found yours. Lips on lips delicately caressing and wandering like the two of you were in a drought, in desperate search of food and water.

You gently nipped on his bottom lip, lightly pulling on his ring before kissing the side of his mouth. He grinned, thinking he’d get you back for that, not today but soon. Your hands traced the curves of his body, causing him to press himself further into you. The evident erection in his sweats tells you how much he was enjoying this too.

The kiss became heated and fervent, like an all-consuming fire taking everything in its path. Your hands are placed on his toned chest, holding on for dear life as he presses you against the door, breathing life back into you like your life depends on it.

You pulled back, gasping for air, but he leaned in, wanting just a bit more. You’re intoxicating, and he’s greedy. He’s a man starved from your touch and kisses. There’s no way he’ll ever let you go again. He’d fight for you until his very last breath.

Your arms drape around his neck, your fingers twirling and tugging at the ends of his long hair. You deepen the kiss, your warm tongue nipping at his mouth, begging for more access to him. Kissing isn't enough anymore. You needed him—all of him. To rediscover his deepest desires, wants, and needs was the only job you wanted right now.

Jungkook withdrew from your kiss. “You have to pack.”

You took a moment to catch your breath. “Or you can come inside and help me pack.” You moved in again for another kiss, but he resisted.

“I would love that, but…” he trailed off, letting the desire within subside.

Your lips thinned. “But then we wouldn’t be taking it slow, would we?” He nods. “I should pack.”

He leaned in to quickly give you a peck on the lips. “Mm, you should.”

Your shoulders slump, and you tilt your head against the door. “But I don’t want to.”

“But you have to.” You groaned and stomped your feet like baby Indie. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

bonus (jk pov - hotel)

“Sorry, I got here early, but some lady was taking forever to get her luggage,” the driver said as Jungkook’s colleague opened the door.

"You coming?" His colleague asked from inside the car.

"...uh, you go on without me. I left my phone inside. I'll catch an Uber."

His colleague shrugged and shut the door behind him before the car took off. Jungkook stood before the hotel's entrance, unsure whether to enter or just leave.

He thought he saw you while waiting outside the restaurant, but he figured it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Even if it was really you, he wasn't sure he was ready to face you, let alone know what to say. He abruptly left without explaining his actions. He didn't think when he did it, which was a stupid, rash decision he later regretted. He couldn't bear the heartache of being so close to you.

The plan was to get as far away as possible so he could forget, but the problem was that he couldn't. You were the love of his life (yes, even at the tender age of 25). He had no desire for anyone else. Even when gorgeous women were flinging themselves at him in this new city. He wasn't concerned with them because they weren't you.

Everything made him think of you. From peonies to hot tubs and even bowling. He'd go back and say goodbye if he could. He despised the way things ended.

Before he knew it, his foot had stepped past the sliding glass door, heading in, unsure of where even to begin. He began his search as he walked through the lobby, peering at the reception desk.

He noticed a woman standing at the counter. Maybe your hair had grown out. Approaching the woman, he tapped them on the shoulder. "Noona..."

When the woman turned around, Jungkook quickly apologized before returning and going on the hunt for you. You may have already gone to your room, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. He'd be sorry if he missed you by a millisecond. Could his eyes be deceiving him? Maybe he didn't see you just standing there. Maybe he missed you so much that he imagined everything.

He told himself he'd look for ten minutes before giving up and going home. He walked around the lobby, past the reception desk, down the hallway, and even took the elevator up a few floors before returning down.

He was sure the workers thought he was creeping around and wouldn't be surprised if they had called security. He only had a few minutes before calling it quits and heading home. He walked past the restaurant he was just at, then took a few steps back.

What if you had gone to get a drink?

It didn't take long for him to notice you sitting alone at the bar, waving the bartender down to order. His eyes were not deceiving him; he was not insane.

It was you.

You were absolutely stunning, he thought. Even after a year apart, you’d become more beautiful than ever. He needed a moment to take you all in because he didn’t think he’d ever see you again—here in LA.

Every heartbeat was like a metronome, keeping in sync with every step he took toward you. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes as he stood behind you, his mind racing with the right words—what would he say after a year?

“Is this seat taken?”

Fuck—if he could, he’d punch himself. He could’ve come up with something better.

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the gang as breakfast foods😟👹‼️

now ik i already did cereals but I REALLY LIKE BREAKFAST so let’s go💀

ponyboy:

gives me like eggo waffles realness

my guy is a hardworking academic WEAPON and he a runner he a track star🙄

so you’re probably assuming he’d need a complete breakfast

nope 😃

just a couple chocolate chip eggo waffles that are still slightly frozen in the middle and a pack of cigs is all he needs

5/10 he stays consistent

johnny:

he seems like a bacon and sausage kinda guy

but he can’t get it that often cause he’s #neglected

BUT darry knows how much he loves having a filling meal so he’ll make him a big ol brekky on his bday and stuff

also maybe oatmeal?? but like gross he doesn’t put anything on it so it’s just hot grains😭

3/10 struggle meals are struggling

sodapop:

i haven’t reread the book in a hot minute but wasn’t there smth abt him making green pancakes🤨😟

guy seems like the type to just root around in the kitchen for any sort of edible substance and considers it breakfast

like he’d make some frozen mini corn dogs just cause he knows how to use the microwave😭😭😭

6/10 for the zero thoughts just vibes

darry:

OATMEAL

and he calls it “cereal”🧍‍♀️

either that or raisin bran/kix typa cereal

BUT he actually puts stuff in his oatmeal like fruit or brown sugar

its def a vibe and he can whip up breakfast so fast it’s crazy

7/10 we love the father figure🏃‍♀️

dally:

doesn’t eat breakfast period.

BUT if he does he’d eat like some sorta egg mcmuffin like he seems a hot breakfast kinda guy

despite this, cereal 24/7 some apple jacks are enough fuel for him

idk if yall have seen that deleted scene from the outsiders on youtube where he johnny and pony are all at a diner and he’s like “lemme drink mah cawfee” in that new york accent😩 ANYWAYS

he seems like the kinda dude to just drink black coffee and smoke a pack of cigs🧍‍♀️

but yeah cereal every meal

9/10 bro is him🤷‍♀️

two-bit:

this is so 2018 wattpad coded but chocolate cake and a beer

cause he is lowk an alcoholic which is not ok pls get help two butt🙏😔

but he lowk doesn’t need any more energy

just wakes up and decides to be a menace everyday

he seems like the type to make a single slice of white toast and then just DUMP NUTELLA all over it

8/10 zero nutritional value💀🫶

steve

surprisingly set when it comes to breakfast

he seems like an overnight oats/yoghurt and granola typa dude

on the run though he just chugs a gogurt i’m sorry😭

also probably a juice lover he gives orange juice kinda guy

10/10 my mom would be proud🙏🥰

THIS WAS FUN!! request hcs or imagines please‼️‼️ (also i’m currently working on ones in my inbox so don’t u worry pooks🥰)

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #matt dillon #the outsiders #the outsiders sodapop #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #steve randle

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shujibabes · 1 year

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Seungcheol

“I love you.”

•contains: fluff,angst,tiny bit of swearing

•if there is any error’s, please correct me !

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“___ have you eaten yet ? I made some toast.” You heard the door closing as someone walked into your dorm room as if it was his own.

“Since when have you been so nice to me in making me something to eat ?” You smirked and opened the lunchbox being neatly made by him. “Yah, if you’re going to act like that I won’t make anything again, just appreciate my kindness for once !” His eyes wide with a pout forming on his lips as he drags on his words. You laughed it off as it was such a Choi Seungcheol of him to do.

“mhm, its not that bad.” You ate one as you taste the sweetness of the Nutella lingering on your taste buds. Seungcheol looks up at you in disbelief. “Excuse me ? Im the one who made it. Have I ever made anything bad before ?” He rolls his eyes and you gave that bombastic side eye look, remembering one hilarious memory.

“Remember that time you burnt DK’s waffle ? Yeah, I could use that.”

“And that was because he was pissing me off, he wouldn’t give me any of his grapes earlier.”

You finished the food and gestured for him to stay quiet. “Shhh, remember this is a girls dorm area. Men should shush.” You walked towards him with your finger in the air, he grinned and lifted a brow. “So bossy.” He claimed and you hit his chest making him flinch. “I’ve never seen a man with a sassier attitude then yourself.” You then walk passed him as he let out a breathy laugh.

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“You know that party coming up soon ?” Seungcheol asked you and you frowned. What party ? “huh ?” He looks at you and gave you a face of disappointment. “The one that Mingyu’s setting up, its just a college party and everyone is invited.” He danced a little and looks up at you. “You’re just excited to get free drinks.” You pointed and made yourself comfortable on the cafe seat within campus, Seungcheol sits in-front of you. “Thats one but Im excited cause there’s going to be a ton of games, exclusive prizes to win !” He adds on, then goes closer to you and whispers taking you aback. “Mingyu is rich as hell.”

“You never change do you ?” You say as you shook your head while letting out a giggle. “Well, you can say that. You’ve known me like ..? Forever.” “Elementary. Cheol.” You rolled your eyes giving a smile. Now he is staring at you, observing the way you took out your hair tie to clip your hair back, your outfit being so you, with that autumn aesthetic you love so much. He was starting to notice the things even you don’t. He wondered why though.

“Do you want anything ?” “An Americano is fine.” He smiled at you and as you stood up you pinched his nose, shocking him. He knew you always do that out of satisfaction cause he would always whine in pain but today he was flustered. All he could give was a light smile and look down at his hands. You obviously having no clue about this.

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“Cheol, Can I tell you something ?” You sipped on your coffee. After hours of doing your assignment and him taking naps here and there. You finally decided to tell him in the end of the day. “Yeah, sure ?” He looks up and ruffled his hair while placing his elbows on his knees to listen more, fingers clasp together. You felt weird with that action, your heart started to beat a little bit faster but it’s probably just because he’s grown a-lot now, he isn’t the little Scoups anymore.

“I might have been seeing someone.”

Thats when he felt his heart dropped, his eyes widened and palm started to sweat. “h-huh..?” He let out a little word. “I guess it’s sudden isn’t it ? You remember that guy in English class ? Well—.” “You mean Joshua.” “Yeah.”

Awkward silence.

You observed his face, he looked a bit angry but that was probably the protective brother mode on him. “I’ve been talking with him for 2 weeks and we decided to start dating..” That’s when Seungcheol put his hands up for you to stop talking.

“Say that again. Two weeks ?”

“Yeah.”

“___ do you even know him that well, who gets with someone in two weeks .?”

Thats when your blood started to boil. Is he judging ? “Excuse me.” Seungcheol saw the way your eyes change with a crack in your voice. He softened a little and tried to remain calm. “___ , Im sorry, but are you really ready for this commitments. I don’t know about relationships so I can’t give you advices.” He says and sat back. “Its okay.. I can figure it out myself. He actually taking me out tomorrow.”

You felt relieved telling him but in the same time there was a part of you that did not want to tell him and you don’t even know the reason why.

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That night Seungcheol couldn’t help but thought about what you said earlier. You found someone? You’re already dating ? You did this behind his back for two weeks ? He tried recalling what you and him did within those weeks and couldn’t help but feel betrayed. The thing is, why he is he feeling the way he is ? The urge for him to tell you to break up with Joshua on the spot.

Yet, he couldn’t even blame you. Everyone wanted to be or be with Joshua, he was the definition of a perfect man with a great ongoing academic following his love for sports. He was someone every guy in campus wanted to be, all the girls wanted to have a taste of being with him and yet, here he is with ___ the girl who’s been with him for a long time.

His heart started to ache and thats when tears came our from his eyes. He knew what he was feeling but all this time he never wanted to admit it cause it was plain stupid to do, and he remembered the words your granny used to say to the both of you.

“Either one of you guys will fall first. There’s no way for the opposite gender to be best friends.”

Both of you have been proving that for a long time, not until he started to get protective, started to flutter with the way you smile, started to look at your lips a little longer, started to get electric during every touch. Started to care for you as a man.

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“Well, you look..”

Seungcheol couldn’t help but stay utterly speechless. You’ve never worn something like this before. A pink floral dress with a white cardigan, your hair being braided and your makeup looking extra beautiful with the glitter. “Look..” You say wanting him to continue, you didn’t know if you’re trying to hard to look good, it is your first date. “Beautiful.” He whispered and you blushed. “Im glad then..” Seungcheol looked at you and walked up, you backef away a little but felt warm when he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re perfect, you know that right ..?”

What is he doing ? This feel’s a little weird but in the same time you craved the closeness of him. Realising now, he was way taller and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. He fixed the collar of his shirt out of no where and that made him stiff, he couldn’t move but stare down at you. The urge to do the things he’s been holding back was going to make a move on him.

“___…” He utters your name and leans down, you felt his breath hitting your cheeks that sent you goosebumps, you wanted to back away but you can’t. “I really..” he was about to say but then someone knocked your dorm room. You flinched back and brushed yourself, acting as if there wasn’t any tension between you both earlier. Rushing towards the door, you saw your date.

“Oh wow. You are stunning !” Joshua smiles brightly and gave a kiss on your cheek. You felt flustered but in the same time awkward since Seungcheol was behind you both. Joshua notices a tall figure behind you and looks at you, “Oh, You know Seungcheol right ? He just stopped by to give me some food.” You say quickly and Joshua remember that you did say you had a bestfriend, well.. that was a boy. “Ah, I see. Hello man.” Joshua smiled and waved.

Seungcheol only gave a nod. Thats when you looked back at him and saw the way his face turned nonchalant, no emotion at all. He probably would forget the things that happened, blame it on the hormones. “Cheol, make sure to lock the door okay ?” “Alright.” He says eyes not looking at you.

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“So tell me more about your relationship with Seungcheol..”

You felt your breath hitched and smiled and Joshua, you were both eating in an italian restaurant. “I’ve known him since elementary.” You say and he nods. “Its quiet surprising that you manage to be friends with him for a long time without falling inlove.” He says. “I guess.” It was a beautiful day with Joshua so far, you enjoyed a lot of things together but you have to admit it wasn’t the same feeling you had with Seungcheol.

You had to stop thinking about him.

“You know ___ I really like you..” Joshua smiled and wiped sauce off your lips. “Was there sauce on my lips ?” You wiped with a tissue buy then he laugs. “I already wiped it for you.” “Ah..”

“Can I ask something ?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Come with me to Mingyu’s party ? We can announce that we’re officially together there.” He blinks and smiles like a deer. “I mean sure !” You say quickly and he giggles. “You’re cute” You felt happy with the compliment but theres another feeling that you felt , you can’t quiet put a finger on it.

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“So, how was your date ?.” You were met with Seungcheol still in your dorm room, watching playing his phone, not even bothering to glance up at you. “Why are you still here..?” You tried to play it off but oh gosh, the voice gave it all away. “I was just excited and curious on what happened on your date.” He looks down towards your hands. “Roses? But don’t you like Tulips ?” He stood up and you walked pass him.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re acting like a child.” “Don’t you say I always act like one though ?.” You sigh and sat down. “Cheol, you can leave now, we don’t want other girls to know you’ve been in my dorm room for that long, they’d think otherwise.” All you wanted was for him to get out of this room. He looked at you aimlessly and laughed.

“Whats so funny.?” Once again, your blood began to boil. “Tell me, did you enjoy it ? The date ?.” You looked at him suspiciously , he has never acted like this towards you before, sounding so controlling and demanding. “I did.” You replied giving him an answer. He nods and gave a sarcastic smile.

“Okay. I’ll leave.” He says and gets up, walking his way out the door. You couldn’t help but feel your heart drop. “Wait.” You say and he turned back towards you. “what?” You were shocked you did that, wait for what ? Why are you saying “wait” what do you want from him exactly. “nothing..” He nods but his facial expression was hurt, walking out the door.

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She thought about what happened, why is everything getting out of hand ? All she did was have a boyfriend and why is he , Seungcheol. Acting like this ? But thinking about it, why are you thinking about him again. Again and again. Even when youre out with someone else. “I thought he would be happy for me ?.” You say to yourself, then you thought about it deeply. Are you confused right now ?

You miss him

You miss the way he would be cheerful, the way he smiles with his aegyo sals apparent. The way he hugs you or pulls a bit of your hair just to get attention. All this time, you thought it was a brotherly thing to do. Yet, remembering the way his breath on your cheek making you shiver. You felt so confused at this moment.

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Both of you haven’t texted, yet communicated.

You found yourself next to Joshua within the crowds of people. His hands on your waist and you both sway to the music. “You okay love ?” He asked and you nodded, taking a sip from your cup.

You wondered, what happened ? Seungcheol never texted back. You did not see any media updates. Yet, you saw him on campus but with his other guy friends. You were only with Joshua and some couple of friends. It was not the same as you were with Seungcheol.

Then you remembered he was the one to tell you he was going to Mingyu’s party too. You missed that excitement.

And from the corner of your eyes is when you finally saw him again. Outside of campus, he was wearing a blacktee and a dark blue denim jacket, hair slicked back with an eyebrow piercing which most probably is fake. He was already looking at you from afar while taking a big chug from his drink.

You were flustered at the stare and it wasn’t like how you both used too. You both were now adults, adults that can develop feelings. What kind of feelings has he gotten though ? You frowned when you saw a girl put a hand on his chest and him looking down at her with a smile. You couldn’t help but feel jealousy in you and started clinging on Joshua even more. What are you doing now ___ ? Trying to take Seungcheol’s attention.?

He realised that and held the woman’s waste as she offered him her cup. He took a sip, yes. He is playing with fire right now, he knew by the looks of your face, you were jealous. You were a type, he loved that type. He slightly pushed the woman away when he saw you started touching Joshua’s face and thats when he lost it. Holding in his anger, he went upstairs.

As you saw his face, you saw him go up. You somehow felt guilty doing this to him. “Joshua, Let me go to the toilet. You know where is it ?” You say trying to cover up. What in the world are you doing now ? Chasing your ex-guy bestfriend ? “Its upstairs baby, want me to company you—.” “Its okay. Ill go myself.” You say and left Joshua’s embrace, he was dumbfounded but let you go.

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You traveled upstairs, this house was big. You then heard a bang in one of the opened door. Opening it, you saw him. “Seungcheol?” Your warm voice caught his attention, there he was frustrated, hair messy from probably ruffling it. “___” he says your name while not looking at you. “What are you doing !” You rushed to him seeing his hands bleed. “You punched the wall !” “Why would you care ? Go back to your boyfriend, have fun.” He retreated his arms from your hands. “Stop it.”

“Stop what ?.” He raised his voice and you stepped back. “Can’t you open your eyes ? Can’t you see ?” Tears coming out of his eyes and this was the first time you saw him so vulnerable, you saw the child in him came back out. “You broke my heart and didn’t even realise it.” “What do you mean I broke your heart ! What did I do !” “For fuck sakes ___” “Tell me then ! You fucking coward !” You yelled back and thats when tears spilled.

He was quiet. Quiet.

“This is what happens. You leave me confused. You don’t talk about how you feel !” You yelled and pushed him away. “I will leave you, for long.” You wiped your tears and turned to leave. Thats when you were about to open the door, you were pulled back within his arms.

“I love you.” He buried his face within the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“Im sorry, I broke the promise. I fell for you first. I have fallen in love with you.” He sniffled and hugged you tighter. He could feel him tremble and you lost it, covering your mouth to stop your sniffles.

“I have loved you for so long, so long, I didn’t realise these feelings. That is why im so clingy and attached. I longed to see you every day, minute and second. It broke me to pieces and made me realise that I loved you when I saw you in the arms of another.” He confessed.

“I want you all to myself, I want my future with you. I want you and every woman I see, I see you. You’re my woman.”

“Im sorry.” He repeated and thats when you turned around, wiping his tears. “You idiot, your face eyebrow piercing is gone.” You smiled and he chuckled. “I just wanted to look cool.” You stare for long, you realised, the one you want is in-front you all this time. “I love you too.” You finally confessed.

Thats when his world came up, the wedding bells rang in his ears. He couldn’t help but seal this with a kiss, a long kiss he’s been imagining for so long. The comfort of your lips with his makes his heart at ease. “What is this.?”

Both of you heard a voice from the door.

Joshua..

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Hello everyone ! Sooo, here is my Seungcheol oneshot and I knoww there is a cliff hanger but if i continue to write it , it would have ongoing parts and would be too

long to write 😭 so I decided to put a cliffhanger, maybe I might finish this off in the future is there is any request !

Oh yaa, I am opened to request, so you can leave me a message !

1/3 is done, my next story is probably going to be on Joshua

after this 💗 If you enjoyed this,

Do let me know ! To give me motivation of course

#fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt scoups #svt seungcheol #svt joshua #svt ff #svt imagines #scoups #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x you #seventeen seungcheol

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spine-buster · 1 year

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Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume IV

gif credit @/schwizzle-schwartz

A/N: Soooooooo many good things! And bad things! And emotional things! Next volume, the playoffs start 😐

“Ryan and I have something to tell you.”

Early the next morning, Whitney felt cold as she woke up in her bed. After being spoiled by having Ryan’s arms around her all night, it wasn’t a welcome feeling to wake up without his body close to hers. She rubbed her eyes and they opened slowly, the light from the window causing a longer adjustment period. When she could finally see at least semi-clearly, she looked around for Ryan. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her.

She got up slowly and quietly, wiggling her way out from underneath the covers before crawling over to him. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even turn around, didn’t even feel the bed move under her weight. When she touched him – her hand tracing a line up his back along his spine – his head finally moved to the side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. “G’morning, Snook,” she said, her voice still sleepy.

“Morning, sweetness.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, lying partially. “I always do with you.”

Whitney watched as he brought his hand up to caress her arms, his fingertips trailing over the skin on her forearm as he brought it close to him and gave it a quick kiss. In return, she kissed his bare shoulder. He was quiet. And if Whitney knew anything about Ryan, she knew that when he was quiet, he was thinking. Stuck in his own head. There were two people able to get him out of his own head: his dad, and her. She knew she’d have to do that now. “What are you thinking about, Snook?” she asked.

“Last night.”

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he responded immediately, leaving no room for any doubt. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, sweetness. I’ve just…I’ve been up thinking about all the memories. I dreamt of them all night. Of you and me.”

“What stood out?” she asked.

“So many. Too many,” he said, leaning back slightly into her body and looking at her over his shoulder. “I never—I never led you on, did I?”

“No,” Whitney shook her head. “It just took a while to get to this moment.”

“Did you ever not feel loved by me?” he asked again.

“Never. I always knew you loved me. And I don’t just mean when we first got together, when we first kissed when I was sixteen,” she clarified. “I mean, I always knew you loved me. Always. Every time you picked me to be on your team, or gave me extra Nutella on my toast, or let me eat from your bowl when Gareth would steal my popcorn. I knew that was love too.”

Ryan stayed silent, thinking over her words. That helped with many of his insecurities, but not with the biggest one. “You need—you need to do something for me.”

“Anything, Snook.”

“If we’re going to do this, you—you have to tell me if I ever hurt you.”

Whitney’s heart hurt, hearing those words come out of him after everything that was said last night. “That’s imposs—”

“Whitney,” his voice was stern, serious. He looked deep into her eyes. “I mean it. If I ever hurt you, or—or if I ever don’t take care of you, you have to be honest with me. I made those promises to you, and you have to tell me when I break them.”

Whitney knew that deep down, all men were insecure about a multitude of things, but in the deepest part of them, there was always one thing they were the most insecure about. This was it for Ryan. He wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to hold himself to a standard he set, that only he could attain, that would be impossible for everybody else. This was his deep insecurity because he thought he failed on it in the past. Ryan had never failed in anything, but he thought he failed in following through on his promise to Gareth, protecting her, taking care of her. He was never going to let that happen again.

She nodded. She knew it would give him piece of mind. “I promise,” she said. She moved her hand to cradle his face. “Snook, I hope you know how happy you make me.��

“I do,” he nodded. “And you make me so happy too. Happier than anyone. You deserve the world, Whit, and I’m gonna do my best to try to give it to you.”

She smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You know how you can start?”

“How’s that?”

“Make love to me one more time before you leave for the week.”

Ryan smiled. He still had a while before having to get to the airport, so he knew they could get up to a lot. “That I can do,” he whispered, giving her a quick kiss.

He turned around fully to get back into bed, but instead of going at each other immediately in a flurry of lips and tongues and kisses, they took their time. Whitney lay back down and Ryan lay beside her, propping himself up on one arm before beginning to kiss her. It reminded Whitney so much of how all of this started, how he’d drive them out to Lake Huron for some privacy in case someone in town saw them and they’d put the back seats down and lay like this, ignoring the sunset that they were supposed to be watching. Ryan was just as sweet and gentle then as he was now. His core hadn’t changed. It was just one thing Whitney loved about him. Hockey and the NHL and all the success that came with it didn’t change him. He was the same kid from Varna that she grew up with, the same kid who’d give you the shirt off his back.

Come to think of it, they were in the same position in which so many of their rendezvouses happened. Ryan trying not to overpower or intimidate her with his size, Whitney trying to pull him on top of her body because she wanted him there. “Snook?”

“Hmm?”

“When are we gonna tell our families?” she asked in between kisses.

“When I get back,” he said. “I don’t want you to tell them without me here.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll drive up Friday afternoon. Maybe we’ll even spend the night in Goderich.”

Whitney nodded. “They’ll be happy for us,” she said in between kisses. She didn’t know if she was saying it to convince herself – she didn’t know why she was saying it at all, really. She knew their families would be happy. “We’ll have to Zoom Owen.”

“We will, we will,” he whispered, attaching his lips to hers again. He didn’t let up this time; Whitney was barely able to get a breath in until his tongue left her mouth. “Whit, can I taste you?”

She nodded her head quickly, a quick “Yes, yes” escaping her as Ryan kissing down her body before helping her out of her pajama bottoms.

He took a pillow and placed it under her hips. “Hey, look at me,” he whispered, looking up from between her legs. Ryan waited a few moments after they made eye contact to speak. “I love you,” he said, his tone strong and steadfast.

“I love you,” she replied, her tone equally as strong and steadfast as it could be when Ryan O’Reilly was between her thighs.

She watched as he kissed the skin of her inner thighs before placing his tongue on her pussy softly. He was going to enjoy this – she knew he was. The first time he ate her out, he was just as gentle and just as slow, mostly because she was so nervous. He held her hand through the whole thing and was down there for so long Whitney thought it was abnormal that it was taking her so long. Ryan had assured her that it was normal, and that there was no way he was coming back up without making her come.

She reached her hands down and grabbed on to his hair gently, little sighs and moans escaping her as she felt him suck on her clit expertly. He knew exactly what to do to make her feel pleasure, knew exactly what to do to make her feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She felt his tongue lap at her pussy, drinking her up like a thick milkshake. “You do that so good, Snook,” she sighed out, one of the only things she’d said this entire time.

Ryan looked up at her with his big blue eyes, his lips still on her pussy, his beard giving her the best beard burn possible. She thought she’d be used to it after all these years, after how many times he’d been between her thighs, but she wasn’t. It was still such a sight to behold. She could see him smile. She smiled back and giggled softly before tightening her grip on his hair.

Whitney adjusted the pillow under her hips slightly when she could feel her orgasm building. “Keep doing that, Snook,” she said. “Just like that.”

Ryan listened, because he knew what Whitney liked, but also because he knew what he was doing. He continued to lap at her, her orgasm building within her. Eventually, with an arch of her back, she cried out as her orgasm flooded over her. She squeezed Ryan’s head between her thighs inadvertently, but he didn’t move, his lips and tongue staying on her as she rode out her orgasm, getting every last drop from her. “God, Snook, every damn time,” she couldn’t help but giggle as she felt his lips leave her pussy. His lips and beard were glistening with her juices, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight. “Look at you, baby.”

Ryan pulled back and stood on his knees, and it was only then that Whitney was able to see how hard he’d become just by eating her out. He pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock from its confines before crawling over her. “You don’t want me to—”

“No no,” he interrupted her softly. “I need to be inside you.”

She spread her legs for him easily, and he hooked one of them over his torso before pushing into her slowly. He watched as she closed her eyes, taking all of him in. When he was fully inside her, he stopped and began moving some hair away from her face gently. “You’re so deep, Snook,” she breathed out, opening her eyes to look at him. “It feels so good.”

“When we get married, when you become my wife, I’m gonna spoil you so much,” he said, giving her a quick peck.

“You already spoil me. How could you spoil me more?”

“I’ll find ways,” he said as he began to move in and out of her slowly. “You want a bigger house?”

“No. I love this house.”

“Then I’ll get flowers delivered every week,” he said, causing her to giggle. “Or brownies. You love brownies.”

“I can make brownies every week,” she offered. “But that means extra time training with your dad.”

“Or more sex to burn off all those extra calories.”

Whitney laughed out loud, unable to believe they were actually having this conversation while he was inside her. “Tell me what else, Snook.”

“Our wedding will be perfect because you’re planning it,” he continued. “We’ll be surrounded by our family and friends. We’ll dance all night.”

“Sounds perfect. We can have it on the lake. God knows we need to see at least one sunset over Lake Huron one of these days,” she joked.

“I still won’t see it because I’ll be kissing you all night,” he said.

Whitney smiled. “Tell me more, Snook. I love this.”

He kissed her before continuing. “We’re gonna have as many kids as you want. In this house.”

The thought made Whitney’s breath hitch in her throat. That was all she ever wanted – a life and a family with Snook. Now she was getting it. “Yeah?”

“When you want, when you’re ready, you’re going to take out your IUD, and we’re gonna start a family, Whit. And when you get big and round I’m gonna go insane cause that’ll be my baby in you. Our baby. Ours.”

“You gonna fuck a baby into me, Snook?”

“Yes,” there was the slightest growl in his voice, the slightest hint of possessiveness in his voice. She knew it would get him going, that wording it the way she did would set him off. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want. I’ll give you everything. We’re gonna raise them here. They’ll go to Bluewater Beach like we did.”

Whitney almost felt like crying. They had such an idyllic, pastoral childhood, and she wanted to give that experience to her children, too. “We’ll put them all in hockey. We’ll clear space in the basement for all their smelly gear,” she said, making Ryan chuckle. “We’ll all play street hockey with the neighbours, and on weekends we’ll be in Goderich looking up at all the stars. In the winter we’ll put on our snowshoes or skates and go out on the frozen lake. We’ll read them bedtime stories and tuck them into bed together.”

Ryan nodded his head, as if in agreement, as if that’s exactly what he was thinking about and wanted too. Every single thing Whitney said, he could picture vividly in his mind. “That’s right. That’s right.”

“You and me, Snook,” she said to stop from crying.

“You and me, Whit.”

They continued to make love until Ryan felt close, increasing his pace slightly to get himself there. Whitney knew – she could feel it in him – and arched her back to get a better angle. “You close, Snook?”

“Yeah,” he struggled to get out.

“Come inside me, Snook. I want to feel you. I want you to make me feel good.”

Ryan came inside her as he always did, her walls tightening around his cock as she went through another orgasm. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her skin there until he felt his orgasm fade. Whitney wrapped her arms around his shoulders before he lowered his body, settling into her side and on the bed as he slipped out of her. “I love you, Whit.”

She was still catching her breath, but she replied easily. “I love you too, Snook.”

“I’m gonna give you everything you want. I’m gonna give you a home, kids. I’m going to spoil you. I’m going to take care of you,” he huffed out as he looked at her.

Whitney smiled, cradling his face in her hands. “I’m going to take care of you, too.”

***

Ryan had packed for the five-and-a-half day road trip to Sunrise, Tampa, and New York City. He had his suitcase by the door and had called a taxi to take him to the airport. Whitney had been preparing something for him to eat on the way, even though the team probably had snacks and food waiting for them on the plane.

“Whit! Taxi will be here in two minutes,” Ryan called out, slipping into a pair of sneakers at the front door.

Whitney emerged from the kitchen, carrying a chickpea tuna sandwich and some carrots in a bag. She watched as he finished putting his shoes on before handing him the sandwich and carrots. “Do you have everything you need?” she asked.

“Think so,” he said, putting the sandwich into his jacket pocket. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her quickly.

Except it was never just a quick kiss with Ryan and Whitney. One kiss turned into two turned into three turned into seven. It was only when Ryan felt the lightest of tears rolling down Whitney’s cheeks did he pull away. “Hey hey hey, what’s going on?” he asked quickly.

“I’m sorry—I don’t mean to,” she pulled away, too, wiping the tears away quickly with her fingers. “It’s just a long trip. I want you here with me is all.”

Ryan cupped her face in his big hands. “Don’t cry, sweetness. I won’t be able to go if you’re still crying. They’ll have to delay the MLSE jet.”

Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle at that, putting her hand over Ryan’s just as she saw the taxi pull up on the curb. “Go. Go baby,” she put her hands on his chest.

“Not until you—”

“I’ll be okay, Ryan. I just can’t wait for you to come home so we can tell everyone.”

“It’ll go by quick, I promise,” he said. “One more kiss, sweetness.”

She leaned into him and they kissed, except this time, Ryan really didn’t let go. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight against his body, his tongue forcing its way in her mouth. A little noise escaped her mid-kiss, and when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her backed her up against the wall at the entrance, a knee between her thighs, pinning her there. His big, strong legs were a favourite of hers. The things she imagined doing to herself on those thighs��the things she had done to herself on those thighs. It gave her goosebumps to remember. Their open-mouth kisses were getting hot and heavy, until—

Beeeeep beeeeep!

The taxi honked its horn inconsiderately from outside. They stopped kissing immediately, looking out the front door panels. “Go. You’re going to be late. I don’t want to be responsible for holding up the MLSE jet.”

“I’ll just blame it on traffic.”

“Go!”

He gave her one last look and (truly) one last kiss before grabbing his suitcase and opening the door. She stood in the door frame and watched him walk out to the car, putting his suitcase in the trunk after waiving the driver’s offer for help, getting into the backseat. He waved at her. She waved back. Then he was gone down the street, away for five and a half days.

***

It was a beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. Though Whitney felt like she had new life in her ever since Ryan got to Toronto, she couldn’t help but feel an extra skip in her step at the good weather.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The grass at the cemetery was still dull, not fully brought to life yet, but that didn’t matter. With a bouquet of flowers in her hand, Whitney made her way to the site she knew best, the site she could walk to with her eyes closed. As she stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, she read the inscription as she always did when she visited.

Gareth James Napier

March 1st, 1991 – June 5th, 2013

Beloved son and friend

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal;

Love leaves a memory no one can steal”

She kneeled, placing the flowers against the tombstone before she brought her hand to her mouth, kissed it, and touched his name engraved. “Hi Gareth,” she whispered. “It’s me again.” She paused momentarily, feeling the wind run through her hair. “I know you’ve been watching, but I want you to hear it from me. We’re finally together. Ryan and I. It’s official. We’ve loved each other for a really long time and we finally—something just clicked. I found out Ryan thought he couldn’t keep his promise to you. That’s what’s been keeping us apart for so long. That’s what was holding him back all these years. You know him. I mean, you were best friends. He always set high standards for himself but I think this was the highest. Can you…Gareth – can you help him realize that he doesn’t need to be scared? I always regret not telling you what was going on between us. I think you would have been happy after the initial shock. Maybe if we had, it wouldn’t have become a secret for ten years. I’ve always been happy with him. And now, Gareth…we’re getting married. I’m gonna become Mrs. O’Reilly. We’re going to start a family together. And that’s something I’ve wanted with him all along. I wanted you to be the first to know. Before mom and dad and everyone else. Because he was your best friend. You were my best friend too…”

Whitney paused. She tried to reign in her emotion, but there was no use. Tears began falling from her eyes, sobs coming up in her throat. That she had to speak to a headstone as opposed to her beloved brother was an injustice of the highest degree. Nobody deserved this. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. “I miss—I miss—I miss you so much. I want you here so bad. So bad, Gareth. I don’t want to do this without you. I always think to myself…why was it my brother that had to die? Why did it have to be Gareth? What did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else in the world. I know that won’t bring you back but it’s so unfair that you were taken from us so early. You still had so much to do. You still had so much joy to spread. I want—I picture you at our wedding, dancing and singing like you always did, being the life of the party. You were the brightest star in every room and I can’t deal with the fact that you’re not here for this. I’ll be thinking about you always. Our kids are going to know how amazing their Uncle Gareth was. I promise.”

She took some time to compose herself, wiping her tears away with her long sleeves. “Look over me, Gareth, like you always did. And look over Ryan too. I know you always do, but he’s going to need it. I love you Gareth. And I miss you more than words can say. I’ve had a hole in my heart ever since you left us. I love you. I love you.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

***

Whitney didn’t know how long she sat at Gareth’s grave for. She didn’t know how long she felt the wind blow gently through her hair. She didn’t know how far the sun and clouds moved across the sky. Everything was a blur, and time wasn’t real. She didn’t know what time it was when she got up, placed one more kiss on her hand and touched Gareth’s name, and walked back to her car. She barely even remembered getting into it, starting it, and pulling out of the parking spot to get back on to the main road. The only reason she knew where she was going was because it was like muscle memory to her. She’d done this route countless times before – the cemetery to her parents’ house, or the cemetery back into Toronto. She could have done it with her eyes closed.

She practically was.

As she drove down the country roads to get to the highway, she began thinking even more than before. Memories flooded her mind. She kept thinking about her brother. She kept thinking about how big his smile was and all the goofy faces he’d make to get her to laugh. She kept thinking of how he would “let” her play Mario Kart with him if she was “good” because she wanted to fit in with him, Ryan, Cal, and Tara. She kept thinking about the time he broke his ankle playing hockey and made her his personal slave. She kept thinking about when she went to high school and all her teachers would say, “Whitney Napier? Are you Gareth Napier’s little sister? Oh my God, your brother is such a gem!” She kept thinking about the first time she and Gareth travelled to Colorado together to watch Ryan play and Gareth was crying in the stands at seeing his best friend in the opening lineup of an NHL game.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

Whitney swerved her car to the right on pure instinct, narrowly escaping a clip collision with an oncoming pickup truck by mere milliseconds. She screamed at the loud noise, pushing her break and skidding along the road until she came to a full stop that was so forceful her chest nearly hit the steering wheel. The dust from the sand and rocks at the side of the road came up in the air around the front of the car. Her chest was heaving up and down as she finally realized what had almost just happened.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She had become so lost in her own thoughts and memories of the past that she hadn’t been paying attention to the present. In a vehicle, no less. It was fine if it was in the privacy of her own house, alone, in bed, at night, whatever it was – but in a vehicle? She felt so stupid. So…irresponsible.

She burst into tears. Loud, ugly wails escaped her as she sobbed alone in her car. There was nothing she could say that hadn’t already been said, and there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. The sadness would be with her always, the pain of not having Gareth with her, with Ryan. While they had found ultimate happiness in each other, and would feel that happiness for the rest of their lives, Gareth’s memory would always be a part of them, too. With it brought joy, sadness, jubilation, and hurt. Whitney heard once that grief was just unexpressed love. When she watched Fleabag and Fleabag said “I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have. I don’t know where to put it now”, she felt that more than anything. It was how she felt about Gareth.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was only when she stopped crying nearly an hour later, trusting herself to not get too emotional and actually make her way back home safely, did she allow herself to start her car again. As everything turned on, the radio station played a song: “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Toploader.

Gareth’s favourite song.

***

The Toronto Maple Leafs won their last three games of the season. Ryan had scored against Tampa, and had taken rookie Matthew Knies under his wing in his dressing room and on his line. The Leafs were now in playoff mode. The entire city was buzzing. Whitney drove out to Pearson Airport to pick him up. She waited with Bee and Aberdeen, who were bundled up in chunky knitwear and a Leafs hoodie over the top, as if they coordinated their outfits.

Bee hadn’t told anyone what she saw. Not even Morgan. It wasn’t her secret to tell, and she didn’t want to be that person. She wasn’t that person. She’d been a victim of horrible rumours before, and she wasn’t going to be the person telling everyone. She wasn’t even sure what she saw, in that she didn’t know what it meant. Though she could tell the kiss had a lot of feeling and history behind it, she didn’t know what that feeling was, or what that history was either. However, she did remember back to the first time they spoke, at Whitney’s first game and afterwards at Aberdeen’s surprise birthday party, where a drunken Aberdeen told Bee that she sensed that Ryan and Whitney were definitely not just friends. If Aberdeen could see it, could others see it too?

When the boys began to file through, Bee made sure to keep a sneaky eye on Whitney. She greeted Morgan and gave him a kiss and a hug, looking over his shoulder to see Ryan greeting Whitney politely and civilly. They hugged, but it was quick and nothing special. Bee heard Whitney ask Ryan if he was tired and Ryan saying yes.

“We’ll see you guys soon, yeah?” Morgan called over his shoulder at them before taking Bee’s hand in his.

“Absolutely,” Ryan nodded. “Drive safe, bud.”

Their walk to Bee’s Civic was quiet. She popped the trunk so Morgan could deposit his suitcase. After he got into the passenger seat and she started the car, Morgan looked over at her. “I think you’re going to need to order Whitney one of those wag jackets,” he said out of the blue.

Bee whipped her head to look at him. Her heart was in her throat. “Why do you say that?”

Morgan sighed, as if he was burdened with the news like a Victorian duchess. “It was an accident,” he said. “I was standing beside him as the luggage was coming out. He was looking at his phone. I…caught sight of his screen. Bunch of texts from her. I caught the word lingerie. Then the thumbnail of a photo of her in said lingerie. But I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

Bee was sure she looked like an owl for how wide her eyes were. Nope. Not happening. She was not going to deal with this in the middle of the night. Not today, Satan. Not today. She put the car in reverse. “Morgan Frederick Rielly, we are not going to gossip about our friends.”

She was also not going to tell Morgan she already ordered a jacket for Whitney.

***

Ryan and Whitney’s drive back home was mostly quiet. She could tell he was tired from being on the road, and the time that the team got in didn’t help, either. She made sure to drive as safely as possible, considering what had happened. She hadn’t told Ryan yet, and she needed to. God, there were a few things she needed to tell him about what she’d been up to while he was away. It had been a long five-and-a-half days, made especially longer by her visit to Gareth.

When they were in the privacy of the house, with everything locked and alarms set, they made their way to their bedroom. Whitney stood in front of her floor-length mirror to take off her earrings, and she watched through the reflection as Ryan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body and settling his face in the crook of her neck. She couldn’t help but smile at the warmth of his body. He left a trail of kisses on her skin before looking at her through the reflection. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too, Snook.”

“What did you get up to when I was gone?”

“Looked for wedding venues.”

He smiled from ear to ear, chucking lowly and giving her skin another kiss. “That’s my girl.”

She winced slightly, but Ryan couldn’t tell, because he couldn’t see it yet. A little souvenir from her recklessness in Seaforth. “Snook…can we talk?”

“What about?”

She paused. She knew the second she told him it was going to eat him alive that he wasn’t there. She almost thought she shouldn’t tell him, but then that meant she wasn’t being honest. Plus, once he saw her little souvenir, there was no way she could lie. “You know…you know how I get when I go too far into my head sometimes,” she began.

“Of course, because I get the same way,” he said. As she continued to stay silent, and only look at him through the mirror, he caught on that this wasn’t going to be a normal conversation. “What’s wrong?”

She could barely look at him. She was so ashamed, because she was going to scare and hurt him so much. “I went to go tell Gareth,” she said, tears already welling in her eyes. “I went to go tell Gareth and I almost got into an accident.”

“You what?” Ryan asked immediately. “Whit, what do you mean? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I swerved out of the way just in time,” she said. “I went—I went to St. James to visit Gareth and tell him about us. I s-spent a lot of t-t-time there just t-t-talking to him, Snook. And as I was driving b-back home – I was s-still just outside Mitchell – I—I kept thinking about G-G-Gareth and Snook, I don’t know what came over me— b-but all of the s-sudden I hear this loud horn and I’m ab-b-bout to clip this oncoming pickup truck—”

“Oh my fucking God, Whit,” he uttered nervously, spinning her around so they didn’t have to talk through a mirror anymore. “Did you get hurt?”

She shook her head. “No, I swerved out of the way and I just…went on the side of the road and tried to calm down. I just…” she trailed off, bringing her hands up to pull down the collar of her crew neck, exposing her “souvenir”: a loudly coloured red seat belt abrasion that ran diagonally down her collarbone and chest. She quite literally heard Ryan’s breath catch in his throat at the sight. “I already went to my doctor. It looks bad but it doesn’t hurt too much. She said it should be gone in two or three weeks.”

Ryan shook his head. “Oh, Whit,” his voice quivered. He brought a hand up and lightly, with his fingertips, traced the bruising along her skin. He had to compose himself. “Oh, Whit…” his eyes glossed over, the memories of that night in his pickup truck coming back to haunt him.

“Snook, I’m okay, I swear. That’s not the issue here, anyway,” she tried to get his memory off it. “I just…I miss him so much.”

Ryan was silent as he could only consider the how and why this happened to Whitney. He was overcome with emotion at hearing what happened and seeing the abrasion, but what hurt her more was deeper. “I miss him too, Whit.”

“He would have been your best man, right?” she asked, unable to stop herself from asking, from imagining what their wedding would be like if Gareth was still with them. “God, can you just imagine what he’d be like at the wedding? At the reception? Why can’t I have my brother there, Snook? Why does he have to be gone?”

“He would have been the life of the party,” Ryan offered, unable to say much else since his own tears were falling now. “I miss him every day, Whit. I want him to be with us, too.”

She reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, and he picked her up and brought her to the bed, sitting with her in his lap. “I want to have him be here for the happiest moment of my life,” she said.

“I know you do. We all do.”

“That’s why I was so sad. And that’s why what happened, happened. And I’m so sorry to scare you or make you worried—but I wanted to talk to him, Snook. I wanted him to be the first to know.”

“We’re going to get through this,” he assured, nodding his head. It was only natural that Whitney told Gareth first. “Before we go to our parents’, I’m gonna see Gareth too. We’ll go together.”

Whitney nodded her head, smiling slightly. “That sounds nice.”

He let out a long sigh. He tried not to think about how rough the stop had been if it left such a mark on Whitney’s skin. “You’ve gotta be careful, Whit. I mean it. I just got you. I can’t lose you.”

Whitney cupped Ryan’s face in her hands. “You always had me, Snook.”

“You know what I mean.”

She leaned forward to kiss him quickly. “I’m so happy you’re home, Snook. I can’t wait to tell everyone tomorrow.”

Ryan finally smiled again. “Me too.”

***

It was another beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. It was the perfect opportunity for Ryan and Whitney to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

With a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, Ryan made his way to the site he knew best, the site she could walk to with his eyes closed. As he stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, he kneeled and placed his bouquet delicately next to hers, still there from days previous. He brought his hand to his lips and kissed it before placing it over Gareth’s engraved name on the headstone.

“I love your sister, Gareth,” he began. “I always have. And the funny thing is, I think you know that. I think you knew that when you were still here with us. You never said anything, you never gave me funny looks—I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it all or looking at it with rose coloured glasses because you’ve been gone for so long, but deep down inside me, I think you knew. When you—when you were in your casket, the last time I spoke to you before they closed the coffin and I was one of your pallbearers, I told you I was going to take care of Whitney. I want to think that I have. She wants me to know I have, even though I made some pretty dumb mistakes along the way. You—you gotta know that—I—I—” he stuttered out, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I try my best, Gareth, because she’s my entire world. She everything to me. And I know you’re watching, so I just want you to know that I want to make everything right. No more being scared. No more waiting. I’m going to get her a ring, and we’re going to get married, and we’re going to have a family. And you’ll be part of it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I just hope that on that day, the day that Whitney and I get married, that you’re there too. Send us a sign, Gareth. Send us a sign.”

***

James and Alice Napier invited Bonnie and Brian O’Reilly over anyway, so Ryan and Whitney didn’t even have to make two trips. Because of course James and Alice would invite Brian and Bonnie over. Hell, Brian and Bonnie were probably already there. Alice was making frozen margaritas and Bonnie was laughing and saying something about it still being too cold for frozen margaritas when Ryan and Whitney walked through the door. James was setting the table and Brian was cooking something on the stove. They even mentioned Tara coming over for dessert (Alice had gotten a chocolate and peanut butter tart). Ryan and Whitney gave each other a look from across the kitchen at one point, taking it all in.

Over dinner, they discussed the playoffs first. Ryan was excited to get going with the Leafs, and everybody spoke about his work ethic and how he could help them. Bonnie reminisced about when he’d skate every waking moment of the day he wasn’t in school at the Seaforth Community Centre with Cal, Owen, and Gareth, with Tara and Whitney in the stands. James reminisced about driving the kids into Toronto on weeknights to watch Ryan’s GTHL games when he played for the Toronto Jr. Canadiens before getting drafted to the OHL. Alice would prepare sandwiches as dinner for the road and they’d show up at the arena right on time. Ryan would always wave to them when he got out onto the ice. When the game was done, they’d wait for him to get out so they could give him long, warm hugs before piling back into the car and driving home. Gareth and Whitney would be passed out in the back seat by the time they arrived home.

“There’s something Ryan and I have to talk to you guys about,” Whitney finally said as she played around with the last of the potatoes on her plate. She looked up, and suddenly, all eyes were on her, before they moved to Ryan, then back to her.

Alice, James, Bonnie, and Brian genuinely looked taken aback. “Is—is everything okay, honey?” her mom asked.

“It’s fine,” she assured Alice.

“Ryan?” Brian asked his son.

Ryan look one last look at Whitney, smiling slightly, before addressing everyone. “Everything’s okay, dad,” he said gently. “It’s just that…since I got to Toronto, Whitney and I have been doing a lot of talking. And we’ve been doing a lot of talking about…well, us.”

“Okay…” James looked at his daughter, then back at Ryan. “Us?”

“Us,” Ryan said definitively, nodding his head. “I…Whitney and I have loved each other for a very long time. There were a few things that got in the way of us being together that were mainly on me. I hold myself to a very high standard – you all know that – and this was no different. I wanted to be able to provide for her, to take care of her, and for years I felt like I couldn’t do that properly after what had happened in 2015,” he explained.

“Oh Ryan…” Bonnie cooed.

“How long is a very long time, dear?” Alice asked her daughter.

Ryan and Whitney agreed in the drive over that they had to be upfront and 100% honest about everything – every question their parents would ask. “The first time Ryan and I kissed I was sixteen. But I’d had feelings for him before that, too. And since then.”

“Wait – so you’re admitting to us that things have been…happening…since then?” Brian asked.

“Yes,” Whitney answered.

“Through Calum and Aaron?” James asked.

“Yes.”

“Through Justine and Kayla?” Bonnie asked.

“Yes,” Ryan nodded.

“We’ve loved each other for a very, very long time,” Whitney reiterated, her heart beating in her chest as the moment came. “Ryan and I have had a long talk and we don’t want to waste any more time. Mom, dad, Bonnie, Brian – Ryan and I are going to get married this summer.”

There was a pause of silence. “Married?” James asked Whitney.

“Married,” she was firm.

“Married?” James asked Ryan.

“Married,” he was firm.

The four parents shrieked out loud. Whitney couldn’t help but laugh at their reactions – same with Ryan. Alice even stood up from her seat and rushed over to Whitney, engulfing her in a hug. “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” Alice was overwhelmed with emotion as she hugged her daughter. “I’m so so so happy! I can’t believe it!”

“This is a lot of information to get all at once!” Bonnie joked, a huge smile on her face as she got up from her chair, too. “You’re getting married! You’re getting married!” she yelled as she hugged her son.

“This is the best news, kids,” Brian couldn’t hold back his emotion as he hugged them both. “Oh goodness, this is – this is just magical.”

Ryan and Whitney could breathe a sigh of relief. Truthfully, they thought there would be a lot more questions. Perhaps even some “You cheated on people?” questions or more questions about how long and how far this had already gone. But apparently not. Maybe they always knew? Maybe this was something their parents had been waiting for and they were just too nice to say it out loud. Maybe their parents had seen it all those years ago and were just waiting for the news.

In any case, the night turned into a celebration. Brian rushed out to get some champagne. When he came back, Tara, her husband, and their four kids were walking through the door with him. When Tara asked what necessitated champagne, Ryan and Whitney told her the news. She shrieked too. They FaceTimed with Owen and his wife Bernadette, and then with Cal and Terra, and then with Shannon.

There was an almost overwhelming amount of joy.

Before they left, Alice brought Ryan and Whitney up to hers and James’s bedroom. She dug into the back of her closet and retrieved an old cookie tin, opening it in front of them. “I would have given this to your earlier if I had known,” she said, rummaging through the contents inside.

“What is it, mom?” Whitney asked.

“Ah!” she said, finding the small pouch she was looking for. “This was your great grandmother’s – from Scotland, when she got married in the 1920s,” she said, handling the pouch delicately as she took out a plain gold band.

Whitney had never seen it before in her life. Her jaw dropped as her mom held it up between her fingers. “Oh my God, mom,” she gasped.

“She gave it to me when we met her in North Berwick on our family trip. She thought you were just so darling when she saw you, so beautiful and so kind and the best type of Gray woman, and she wanted you to have it, my baby.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Mhmm,” Alice nodded her head. “It’s too big for your dainty fingers,” she half-joked, “but what I was thinking is, you can melt it down into something that fits, and any extra can be used for the prongs—”

“Or it could be put into my ring too,” Ryan said lightly. “Whit’s not just becoming an O’Reilly. I’m becoming a member of your family too.”

Whitney and Alice smiled at the thought. “You two can do with it what you see fit,” she said, placing it back in its pouch. As she handed it to Whitney, Alice smiled. “One day, maybe you’ll be able to give it to your daughter too.”

In that moment it was Whitney’s only hope.

***

When Whitney and Ryan stepped foot into their house in Goderich, they were still on a sort of high from the events of hours prior. They weren’t jumping off the walls, but they were buzzing. It was getting later in the day, but they didn’t feel tired at all. They couldn’t stop smiling. They couldn’t sit or stand still.

“That went surprisingly well,” Whitney couldn’t help but giggle out slightly, looking at Ryan.

“You think?” he joked. “My mom was already talking about taking all my old clothes out of storage and washing them.”

Whitney smiled, thinking back to all the clothes her mom kept too. Now the clothes would definitely be retro and very 90s, but she was sure there were some nice vintage sweaters in those boxes – specifically old Leafs sweaters or anything knit that grandparents made. “It would be cool to see, though. I had this one sweater with Belle on it from Beauty and the Beast that I loved. I wonder if she still has it or if I wore it out from wearing it so much.”

“Oh my God, you were obsessed with that movie,” Ryan smiled. “I remember having to put it in the VCR for you all the time. You used to sing along with all the songs but with the wrong words.”

“Well thank God I got better at singing, hmm?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I love listening to you sing over Taylor Swift in the car.”

“Hey!” she snapped playfully. “I’m good! I’m on tune! And I know all the words!”

Ryan was smiling with his eyes. She knew he loved her singing, even if he screamed over it in jest when she did. This was the man who learned Taylor Swift songs for her on his guitar just because she wanted him to. “Go get comfy on the couch. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Whitney just assumed that Ryan would go to the washroom or something. But when he came back into the family room carrying one of his guitars he took off the wall in their bedroom, Whitney found herself smiling from ear to ear. “Ryyyy,” she cooed.

He sunk into the couch, sitting upright with his legs outstretched. “Come sit like you always do,” he began to say, but before he even finished the sentence, Whitney was moving to sit where she always would when he played guitar like this, their legs entwined. Far enough to watch him strum, close enough to lean in for a kiss. The perfect position. “What do you want me to play?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You don’t have a request?” he played a few quiet precautionary strums.

Whitney shook her head. “You haven’t played in so long because of your finger. I’ll enjoy anything.”

Ryan thought for a few moments, strumming absent-mindedly before leaving the sound of the strings to fade out. Then he began to play some familiar chords – it took a few moments for Whitney to realize what song it was, but when she did, she couldn’t help but smile.

Oh darlin’ I feel your pain

And the summer rain in your eyes

Trying so hard to put the blue

Back into your sky

It was “The Plan” by Matt Mays and El Torpedo – one of the bands that they’d listen to whenever driving the country roads, especially those on the way to the beach. And he’d chosen the song he’d sing to her when they’d call each other and she would cry over the phone about missing him while he was in Colorado.

Oh darlin’ I’ve been dreamin’ of you

Have you been praying for me?

As I cast my mind and soul to the sea

I’ve got a plan that’ll get you through

Whitney hummed along as Ryan sang to her, shivers running up her spine as they locked eyes and he sang “Cause for me it all comes down to you” to her. Her hand squeezed his calf gently, her eyes welling with tears slightly at the tender moment. He’d sung to her numerous times before – over FaceTime, at campfires, when they were the only ones left standing at 4am after his Stanley Cup party – but this was extra special. Snook was hers now, and she got to look forward to this for the rest of her life.

When Ryan finished singing, he noticed the welling in her eyes. Before he could mention it, Whitney spoke first. “Do you think it was always meant to be us, Snook?”

“Yes,” he nodded automatically. “It’s always been you, beautiful.”

“I love you so damn much. And after this past week, there’s just been so much more. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with it all.”

Ryan leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. “Soon, you’ll be able to put it into our marriage,” he said, causing her to smile. “We’ve love each other since we were kids and we still have so much love to give. Isn’t that amazing?”

Whitney nodded. “The most amazing thing.”

He leaned forward and kissed her one more time. “Can I keep singing to you?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

***

Ryan and Whitney made it back into Toronto on Saturday morning just in time to make their 11:30 brunch reservations at United Bakers Dairy Restaurant in North York with Morgan and Bee. Whitney had probably become closest with her in her short time of knowing the other partners – they got along well and had the same opinions on so many things. And while Whitney was also close to Aberdeen and Aryne, she and Bee were only days apart – Whitney felt a special connection with her for some reason. She had an inkling that they would be lifelong friends.

Morgan and Bee waved them down from the booth the moment they saw Ryan and Whitney waiting at the front. After making their way through their restaurant and greeting each other with hugs, they sat in the booth together. Coffee was poured. Orders were taken. Bagels were chosen. Whitney was excited for her lox and cream cheese platter.

“This is for you,” Bee said as she handed an envelope towards Whitney. “It’s an invitation for our wedding this summer. We’re really hoping you’ll be able to attend.”

Whitney opened it immediately. It would probably give her some inspiration for her own. “Oh my goodness! Of course we’ll come,” she said, showing it to Ryan too. “Look how pretty. Oooooh, it’s at the King Eddie? How divine.”

“I know, right? We were so lucky we booked early. Now it’s fully booked something like 18 months in advance.”

Ryan smiled, turning his head to look at Whitney. “Fully booked for 18 months? Looks like we can’t have our wedding there, then.”

Everything stopped. Whitney was grinning at Ryan like the Cheshire cat. She looked towards Morgan and Bee and saw them giving confused, dead stares. “Um, excuse me?” Morgan asked.

“Wait, what?” Bee added.

Whitney smiled at her. “We’ve been hiding something from everybody,” she said. “Snook and I are getting married.”

Bee shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her dropped jaw. A few people from surrounding booths eyed them, but only momentarily. Morgan didn’t even bother covering his jaw drop. “Come again?!” he demanded.

Ryan and Whitney couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s a long story, but, well…Whitney and I have loved each other since we were kids, and about a week ago, we decided to stop being stupid about it all and just get married, which, deep down, is what we’ve both wanted all along.”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Bee shrieked, clapping excitedly at the news. “Married! You’re getting married! God, you’re both lucky that we’re having brunch because I’m going to need to know the whole story and all its details!” she exclaimed to everyone’s laughter. “And your ring! Where’s your ring!”

“That’s for this afternoon,” Ryan chimed in. “I’ve already called my guy.”

Morgan nudged Bee slightly. “You should give Whitney her gift. It all works out.”

Whitney’s brows furrowed. “Gift? What gift?”

Bee reached for something beneath the table. “Listen, I didn’t want to overstep my boundary or anything, but I knew that I had to include you in this or else I’d live to regret it,” she began. Bee wasn’t going to tell Whitney about Aberdeen having a feeling from the very beginning that they were more than friends, or how she saw her and Ryan kiss against their car that one night after the game. “It would have felt wrong not to give you one since you’ve joined us, and especially since we’ve gotten so close.”

Bee handed over a folded up jacket from across the table. Whitney immediately knew what it was. “My very first jacket,” she smiled, noticing the ribbing, the vintage font, and of course the 90 on the sleeve. She unfolded it, getting a good look at it before looking over at Ryan. “My first one.”

“Get used to it. You’re going to be wearing it for a while starting Tuesday.”

***

Ryan and Whitney went to the jeweler but Ryan didn’t let Whitney see the diamond. “I want at least something to be a surprise,” he said, and Whitney was anxious but acquiesced. They chose their wedding bands to be prepared for the summer. Her finger was measured and her great-grandmother’s ring given to the jeweler to melt down and craft the engagement ring. “This will be rushed, Mr. O’Reilly, for you only. But the craftsmanship – I guarantee you that I will be taking of it, and it will not suffer. Everything else will be put on hold to get this done for Wednesday.”

When they got back home, there was no reason to wait. They climbed up to their bedroom and began kissing each other fervently, the wait of the day just acting as a slight form of torture. With the playoffs beginning on Tuesday, Whitney knew Ryan would be mentally preparing. And she, for her part, had to plan a wedding that would happen in only a few months. This would, at least, be a little moment to themselves before things became hectic.

Ryan dragged his hands all over her body but paid particular attention to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them through the fabric of her top. He imagined that in a few short months, he would be doing this exact same thing except Whitney would be in her wedding dress. And if they had their way, just a few short months after that, her belly would start to swell because they’d be having a baby. His brain rushed through the possibilities of what their family would look like. “Take this off,” he huffed.

He helped her pull it over her head, discarding it absent-mindedly somewhere on the floor. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso, barely stopping her kissing. When she felt herself being dropped onto the bed, she began tugging on his shirt, too. “Off. Off.”

It came off within seconds. Her favourite part of Ryan (that was a lie – all of Ryan was her favourite part of him) was on full display for her. Ryan stopped momentarily to see the red streak that still appeared on her skin from the seatbelt. Whitney was wise enough to wear high-cut tops in front of their parents and Morgan and Bee so no questions were asked and no emotions ran high. But when he saw it again, he couldn’t help the aching feeling in his heart. He dipped his head down and began leaving light kisses along it, as if they would cure her, as if with every kiss, a patch of redness would disappear. “It’ll be gone soon, Snook…” she could only breath out.

“I know. It just hurts to see,” he whispered. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

She nodded her head. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

He nodded too. “Of course.”

She kissed him. “In a couple months, you’ll be doing this to me in my wedding dress,” she said.

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Funny you say that, because I was just thinking the same thing.”

“And then after that,” she continued, giving him another kiss, “we’ll be going at it even more than we do now, because you’re gonna fuck a baby into me.” She got so turned on by the grunt he let out at the words as she kissed him again, her kisses becoming more frantic. “Isn’t that right, Snook?”

“Fuck yes,” he barely let out.

“I can’t wait to feel my body swell with your baby. You’re going to fill me full of your hot cum over and over. We’re gonna have a big family like we both had. Will you be excited to fill my pussy? To see me pregnant with your babies?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” his own voice was frantic now, the thought of what she was saying turning him on. She cupped his crotch and could feel his growing member being restrained in his pants. She fiddled with his belt, trying to set him free. He pulled off her leggings easily, and helped her snake the belt around the loops before throwing it on the floor and undoing the zipper himself.

“I want you to fuck me, Ry,” she breathed out, switching his nickname, grabbing onto his biceps and sinking her nails into them. “I need it.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” he asked. She gulped as she nodded her head. She felt him push her body and flip it over in an instant. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

Whitney did as she was told. Easily. She got on her hands and knees for Ryan, looking behind her to see him practically tearing off his pants. She arched her back to give him a better view. “You like what you see?”

“Fuckin’ right,” he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, tossing her hair dramatically for effect. “Just for you, Ry,” she winked. “This is aaalllll for you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone of voice she was using, and the thing she did with her hair that she knew would drive him wild. “You know just what to say and do to get me aaalllll riled up, don’t you?” he asked, mimicking her voice and the way she said the word.

“I’ve had a little bit of practice,” she said sarcastically.

Ryan grabbed her hips, pulling her body towards his before one hand went back to stroke his cock. His other hand began playing with her pussy, teasing her lips and making her mewl. “You like me teasing your pussy like that?” he asked.

“Yes Ry,” he watched as she nodded, watching as she moved her body in sync with his strokes for maximum effect. “But I love your cock inside me more. Any way you give it to me. Because it was made for my pussy.”

He made sure to tease her entrance with his cock, gliding it up and down her pussy slowly before finally pushing it in. Whitney gasped at the feeling, letting out a moan. When he was fully inside her, he grabbed her hair and brought her up so her back was flush against his chest. He moved some hair away from her ear so he could whisper. “On Wednesday, after we get back from the jeweler, I’m going to bring you back here and fuck you while you wear nothing but that ring.”

Whitney smiled at the proposition. “Sounds perfect,” she said. “I’m looking forward to it. The first thing that signifies I’m becoming Mrs. Whitney O’Reilly.”

It was the first time either of them had said what would be her new name out loud. Whitney O’Reilly. It had a beautiful ring to it. Ryan found himself repeating it over and over in his head. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. “That’s right,” he whispered again. “The perfect ring for the most perfect girl.”

“I’ll be sure to send you some pictures of me wearing it with that pretty pink set that you like,” she continued. “You know, the one with the garter belt? The thigh highs with the lace? Maybe I’ll even send ones wearing just your jersey. I know how much you enjoyed those the last time. You can look at them while you’re alone in your hotel room in Tampa and my pussy is empty and waiting for your cum to fill it up.”

Ryan let out a grunt at the thought. “Because I’m the only one that gets to come in your pussy.”

“That’s right, baby.”

“You gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Mhmmm,” she nodded, biting her lip in excitement.

He pushed her back down onto the bed, holding her down as her ass and hips were up, waiting for him to move. He didn’t take it slowly after their discussion; instead, he began thrusting into her so deep that he could see her grab the sheets and her knuckles get white. She didn’t take it quietly, either, screaming his name over and over between moans and sighs. “Oooooh fuck, Ry, it’s so deep—”

“—Take it, take it—”

“Harder, Ry. I want it deeper.”

Ryan grabbed hold of her hips and put as much force into it as he could without hurting her. She got louder, and he could feel her come for the first time shortly after. Her body began to flush red, the walls of her hot pussy squeezing around his cock. Her legs were so shaky she even lowered slightly, though Ryan made sure to pull her hips up quickly after. He slapped her ass, causing her to yelp in unexpected excitement. “Keep your ass up, sweetness.”

“Yes Ry,” she barely nodded. “I want more.”

He spanked her again. “Like that?”

Her knuckles got white from clutching the sheets again. “Just like that.”

He spanked her again. “I want you to count how many times I make you come. Understood?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Ryan continued to fuck her; continued to feel her orgasms rush throughout her body as they built up sweat from the pace and how long they were lasting. After God knows how long, Ryan wanted more. He grabbed a handful of Whitney’s hair and yanked her up so her back was flush against his chest again. He combed her hair off her sweaty forehead with his fingers before placing his hand at the base of her neck. “You okay, Whit?” he whispered tenderly in her ear.

She nodded. “It’s a lot, but it feels so good,” she said. “I—I can take one more.”

He felt a shiver run up his spine. Once he knew she was okay, he knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do, to give her what she wanted. “Look at me.” She craned her neck to do so. One hand had stayed at the base of her neck, but the other came up to her face. “Open your mouth, sweetness.”

She inhaled sharply, so fucking turned on, before doing what she was told. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and her lips closed around them, her tongue swirling to get them wet. When he took them out, he still kept them close. “Spit.”

She spit on his fingers, and watched with heightened anticipation as they lowered further down until they finally fixated directly onto her clit. “Holy shit, Ry.”

“Give me one more like a good girl and then you can get my cum in your hot pussy,” Ryan said. “Okay?”

“Yes baby, yes.”

Holding her body up with one arm, rubbing her clit with his other hand, and using his body to fuck her senseless, Ryan could feel his orgasm building as Whitney got louder and louder. He watched as she closed her eyes shut, watched as she threw her head back into him, watched as her body began to shake as one hand clasped at his hand on her neck. “Ry—Ry—fill me—”

“—Come for me, sweetness—”

“—Fill me up with your cum, Ry.”

He finally exploded inside of her, her entire body trembling at the feeling of her orgasm spreading throughout her entire body as she screamed and cried out in pleasure. He had to hold her up in his arms or else she would have completely collapsed onto the bed, but he was so close to doing so himself, too. Instead, he leaned back slightly, allowing her body to lean back and almost collapse into his. Their breaths were hoarse, their bodies still trembling, his cock still inside her.

He felt around her pussy and the insides of her thighs and they were so slick, so wet. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple. “How many?” he asked.

A small, tired smile crept onto her face. She had been so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t think straight. “Lucky number seven. At least.”

“At least?”

“It gets blurry sometimes,” she tried to explain in as few words as possible. “You know what you can do to me.”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile. “You want to keep my cock in you as we lie here?”

Whitney nodded. “Don’t you dare take it out.”

***

Later that night, Whitney tried on her new jacket. It fit easily enough, and she took a mirror selfie for Bee to show her. After she took the photo, Ryan walked into the room. “Playoff ready?” he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

“You bet,” she nodded. “Are you ready?”

Ryan nodded too. “I’m ready.”

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