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HII IK IM SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE A AATC ACCOUNT BUT I MADE THIS AMAZING NINJAGO FIC THAT COULD BE READ WITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING OF THE FANDOM AND I WOULD OVE IF U READ IT :)))

NAME; ALWAYS

Song based on; Always - Danial ceasar

Jay never knew why Nya pushed herself away from him like she did, and every time she looks back at the years they had, he can't help but feel somber about all that went to waste.

Could he go back and talk to Nya about why what they had faded away like a spark? Of course, he could, but maybe he could think of a moment in time where it started.

When he and her grew too far apart.

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The first and starter of their relationship fading was at the end of Freshman year. High school was rough, and no one told the group of the upcoming drama that they would face, but they pushed through nevertheless. But at times like this when stress was high, people grow apart.

So with the stress of assignments and grades, the group grew distant in the middle of the year. So when Kai suggested that they all should hang out one day at lunch, who could say no?

Nya could refuse, and that she did.

Of course, it disappointed everyone that Nya wouldn't come and their group couldn't be whole, but in the end, Jay felt like he was the most disappointed.

Of course, Jay loved talking to the guys; they were all in sync with each other and practically brothers. But in the end, Jay loved Nya more than he loved talking to the guys.

So when he knocks on the door of the Smith residence to be met with the familiar face of Nya wearing gray sweats and a matching gray hoodie, he was surprised and confused.

The second she opened the door, and he saw her, they made eye contact for a few seconds before Nya broke it, which was never out of the usual for them when they met each other. But the conversation that followed after that is what shook him.

They stood in silence for a moment, avoiding each other's gazes before Jay decided to speak up and break the ongoing silence.

"Hey Nya!" He greeted, leaving Nya startled at the sudden sound.

"Oh... Hey Jay," she mumbled, sounding disappointed with his arrival, leaving Jay a bit empty.

Usually, when she greeted the boy, she had the same if not more energy than him. This was definitely a new and strange sight for Jay to see.

"How are you?" he asked, trying to ignore the emptiness he felt from the greeting.

But the next lines out of her mouth were even more strange.

"I'm fine, wanna come in?" she said in a hushed tone as she opened the door wider for the brunette to enter.

He didn't know why she was talking so quiet and quick to him as if she didn't want him to know anything about her. But from experience, he knew better than to question Nya and ask her what's up.

(But looking back, he should've asked)

The second he walked inside the house, however, he nearly forgot about the awkward-going conversation. The Smith residence had always been like a second home to Jay since he practically grew up there, and with its homey and warm atmosphere.

It also differed from his own home because it was safe and surrounded by a community that could help and would help if they were needed rather than living in the middle of nowhere around scraps and junk that could possibly kill you.

But the conversation soon came back to his head when Nya came in front of him to sit down on the single-person couch, pulling out her phone to do who knows what.

And he must've been standing there for quite a while because all he could hear is Nya's voice yelling at him, but muffled as if he were in a pool.

"Jay! Wake up! Your friends are waiting for you!" and that's when he felt himself wake up from his slumber underwater.

First, he looked at Nya, and saw how she was right up in his face holding her hand up and waving it.

And that's when the countless amount of questions started to float around in his head.

Your Friends? Doesn't she mean our Friends? Why isn't she even coming with us to hang out? She seems to be here just chilling like?

And that's when he said it.

"Why aren't you coming to hang out with us?" he blurted, not able to shush himself in time.

As she was in front of him, he saw her eyes widened with shock at his sudden outburst and then filled with an emotion he couldn't exactly pinpoint at all.

"I'm going to hang out with Skylor, we already made plans before Kai asked us all to hang out at lunch," she answered wearily, putting her hand down to her side.

And that made Jay's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. First, he asked an out-of-line question out of nowhere, even though he didn't want to, and then he gets the most common answer to that same question. He thought as he mentally facepalmed at his stupidity.

"Oh," he answered, "yeah, that makes sense."

"Yeah."

They stood in place like that a bit longer, the tension and awkwardness growing as Jay faked clearing his throat.

"Well, I'll get going upstairs," he says, putting a knife through the tension as he scrambled out of her way, now realizing how very close they were together.

When halfway up the stairs, he yelled goodbye to which he got no response to.

And when the group asked him why he took so long to get to Kai's house, he lied and said that the bus was running late instead of telling them of his encounter with Nya.

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The second instance where Jay should've known that he and Nya's relationship was fading was when she left their shared lunch table to sit with her other friends.

In the beginning of their high school journey, they all made a unanimous decision when they picked what table they wanted to sit at. It was the table in the middle of the cafeteria with all the other tables surrounding it as if it was the sun.

When they sat at the table, they felt like they were the only ones in the cafeteria, not being able to hear anything but themselves. No drama, no hate, no nothing.

It was just them and their other friends they would occasionally invite like Skylor, Okino, and Pixal.

But there was a break in the newfound decision when Nya told them she would go sit with her other friends because Skylor invited her.

And of course, everyone was happy that she was branching out and making new friends, and even sitting with them. But Jay couldn't help but linger on her as she walked over to Skylor's table, getting situated.

The table consisted of many people Jay knew but not personally as others. Sitting there was Karloff, a boy in his math class, Skylor, one of his close friends, Shade, a guy he knew nothing about, and Tox, a girl in his gym class.

And it didn't help that the table was right in front of Jay, and he could see her laughing and talking.

And it also sucked that she didn't give him that type of look and passion she gave her other friends.

Ever since their awkward conversation from last year, they've been odd with each other. Nya didn't text Jay as much as she used to, and at lunch, she always looked half-interested when he talked.

But as Jay caught even more glances of her laughing and smiling, he couldn't help but feel happy too.

At least she was smiling.

But

Jay couldn't say that for himself because after that lunch, Nya started coming to their table less, and Jay couldn't help like there was a rip in their table, letting in a bit of hate, drama, and everything.

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Jay dreaded lunch after Nya left.

All he saw everywhere he turned was Nya talking to her other friends like how she used to talk to them, and it hurt Jay so much.

Watching the person he used to laugh with all the time laugh with someone else was just heartbreaking.

But the pain was just even more unbearable when their other friends started talking about Nya as well at lunch.

Lunch had just started, and the guys were sitting down for a bit like they always did before they got up and got their food when the lunch line was less crowded.

And usually in moments like this, they would talk about their classes and stuff like that. But today the subject had to be Nya, and it was all Kai's fault.

"Hey Jay, did Nya ever tell you that she's leaving the mechanic club to join the marching band?" Kai asked, with eyebrows raised as he looked at Jay awaiting an answer.

Jay, on the other hand, was confused. Nya was quitting the mechanic club, surely he would've told her since they co-created this club together right?

"Uh, no she didn't tell me that," Jay muttered, confusion written all over his face as Kai just shrugged off his answer.

"Well, that's strange, but I guess that explains why she wasn't annoyed this morning," he chuckled, pushing his hair back.

"What do you mean that makes sense?" Jay cried out as Cole let out a howl.

"Jay, you sure that Nya didn't tell you? Like seriously? I thought you two were tight," Cole called out, banging his fist on the table.

"Well truth be told, we haven't been talking as much as we used to," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"What, that's crazy, she didn't tell you about it really?" Kai exclaimed.

"You thought I was lying? We just haven't been like that." Kai sighed.

"Wait, she didn't tell you about that? I thought she would?" Lloyd jumped in, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I as well would think she would tell you," Zane admitted.

And that's when everyone started bringing up things Jay could only assume happened in the past month that he didn't know about as he shook his head to all of them.

Jay was stunned, how could he not know about all of this stuff?? Was he that disconnected to his best friend that his other friends knew more about her than he did? Were they even best friends anymore?

He didn't just dread lunch; he despised it.

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The last big moment that flew over Jay's head was the fact that he was erased from Nya's phone.

Jay was up at night studying for finally the last test of the year before it would finally be time for him to get his high school diploma, and he was ready.

As he grabbed his cup of coffee and sipped a bit, he was startled when the phone from his pocket vibrated and startled him close to spilling his drink everywhere.

Groaning, he placed his cup down and grabbed his phone from his pocket, wondering what app could possibly be notifying him about anything at this house. But to his surprise, it was none other than Nya, which shocked Jay.

Nya and Jay haven't texted in a while; their relationship only surviving on the few interactions they've had in school and after school when their paths were combined.

So Jay being excited was to undermine what he was feeling in that moment, maybe joy or something bigger.

When Jay opened his phone and looked at the message, however, his heart dropped.

Nyyy<3: This is Jay's number right? Sorry for bothering you at this hour, I'm just looking through old contacts.

Did Nya really forget his number? She didn't even have it saved in her phone anymore? Is that why she hadn't been texting him lately? Did she really just forget about him like that.

Jay: No haha, it's fine Nya.

Nyyy<3: Glad to know! See you at school tomorrow :)

Jay: See you at school too :)

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It was kind of pathetic to know how much hope he got from the smiley face.

Looking back at everything, he could tell which one was where everything shattered because every moment had broken a piece of him equally.

But maybe today would change everything as he jumped into his parents' old Jeep, fixing the grad hat on his head as they rode off to the school to see Jay finally graduate and move to the next stage of his life.

The ride wasn't necessarily far since the school was practically outside of his home, but Jay couldn't feel like it was forever ever since he'd seen his friends, but more specifically Nya.

After reflecting a bit, he realized something; he's been dependent on her to fix the relationship when she might not even know he was hurting because of that. He couldn't expect Nya to read his mind, so in order for him to fix his mistake, he would talk to her today and ask her if they could catch up.

When they were at school, Jay saw all of his friends (minus Nya) outside waving at him, and he practically jumped out of the car into their arms as he started sobbing about how this might be the last time they're all whole while the others shook it off as him being overly dramatic.

But that only lasted a few minutes before they entered the building to where everything would be official, and maybe the building that starts the repairing of he and Nya's relationship. He was so excited for it all today.

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Graduation was finally over, and a bit longer than Jay thought it would be, but he was happy that he was able to spend the time with his friends and how they were all able to walk the stage (even Kai). But now there was only one thing left for him to do.

They were all outside of the school, taking pictures with their parents, first the whole group and then some duos like Lloyd and Kai, until Edna, Jay's mom, pointed something out.

"Oh, boys! Where's Nya? I really want a picture of you all and her!" His mom said in her usual cheery voice, leaving the boys to notice the absence of their friend.

But Jay took this as an opportunity to be able to talk to Nya.

"I'll go find her!" he exclaimed as he immediately started walking away to find out where Nya could be.

It was a few minutes before Jay spotted the girl. He didn't see her earlier, so he was surprised to see that she had her hair down and had makeup on as she talked to Shade with the same smile that was his smile from her.

And that's when he realized.

That smile wasn't meant for him anymore; he was replaced.

She finally moved on from Jay Walker while he still kept her close. And though he had a chance to finally fix everything between them when in reality nothing needed to be fixed, they just grew apart.

They just grew apart.

He glanced at her again and decided something; he may not be her Jay Walker, but she will always be his Nya Smith, and he'll wait many centuries just for her to call him hers again.

He walked away from them and went back to the group, lying that he hadn't seen her, and he knew he uppsetted his mother, but he was doing a Nya a favor.

She definetly needed a break from him.

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joon-bugs · 5 years

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Saturday Nights

~Hi long time no see (this is Jo by the way) so I’m HELLA busy with school and such and this story might have been done for like two months and never thought to post it BUT I hope all my fellow wild kards like this BM story (ALSO all my stray kids lovers I got a Hyunjin story in the process but don’t wait up bc I might fuck around and not post it till June lol)~

Word count: 5000+

Pairing: BM (KARD)

Genre: uhhhh romanceangstsmut? Best friends turned lovers

Warnings: swearing, nipple play, oral f receiving, sex

“He was the only boy who could break you out of your shell, the only one you’d allow to play matchmaker out of all of your friends because he knew you better than anyone. Now your friendship had to thrive off of video calls, text messages, and social media. It had been quite a long time since he came home. But the boy you missed with every inch of your body was back from the place where he went to follow his dreams. He couldn't let his potential go to waste..and you wouldn't let him.”

~Hi there, I’m back so there’s a soundtrack to this story if you want to listen to the song while reading I’m going to insert them as you read (bolded and italicized)~

Saturday Nights- Khalid

The golden sunset was comfortably nestled into the trees lying before you. Another cloud of sour smoke billowed in and out of your lungs, as you passed the blunt to your best friend. He was finally back home. When you were little he’d always force you into two-person dance competitions and freestyle battles, although you were nowhere near a rapper, and dragged you to musical auditions and even the school dance.

He was the only boy who could break you out of your shell, the only one you’d allow to play matchmaker out of all of your friends because he knew you better than anyone. Now your friendship had to thrive off of video calls, text messages, and social media. It had been quite a long time since he came home. But the boy you missed with every inch of your body was back from the place where he went to follow his dreams. He couldn't let his potential go to waste..and you wouldn't let him. It was 2010 when he told you he finally decided to move. You thought he meant downtown LA, not South Korea. Trying to stop him wasn’t an option. When his mind was set it was set. The only regret you had was not following him when he gave you the option. He had plans of conquering the streets of Seoul with his best friend, that best friend being you. He suggested you could transfer to Kyung Hee University while he became a trainee. He even presented you with informational pamphlets and offered to pay half of your plane ticket. His persevering attitude ate away at you for weeks, you couldn’t blame him you’ve gone everywhere together since you were in diapers. Telling him no was the hardest thing you had done. You knew how bad he wanted this for you two, he was so determined to bring you along. But alas the king kard was back in the driver's seat of your old Jeep and at your favorite place. The lack of doors and the cloth top let the warm summer breeze take the smoke away. “What are thinking about Y/N,” Matthew asked you, his voice deep and smooth like a cup of French roast. “Just about how much of a hard working badass you are.” You said, exhaling smoke and passing the blunt. “This could be us but you’re playing.” He sang in response, using your hand as a microphone before grabbing the blunt. “Matthew you know why I didn't go with you.” The now red sun graced your face and you took your phone out to try to capture the moment. “Because this was something I had to do for myself and you needed to find your way here.” He mocked you using his fingers as quotation marks, the blunt still dangling in his right hand. “Don’t mock me, Kim, I happen to be extremely happy managing LACMA.” “Y/N you shouldn’t be managing it your art should be in it, but whatever makes you happy makes me happy kid.” The fond smile that split his cheeks made you follow behind him. His smiles could instantly make you happy, you loved that about him. It reminded you of the smile he had when he told you he was finally going to ask out the girl from his dance studio and how you went back to your aunt’s house later that day and cried for hours because you finally worked up the courage to tell him how you felt and now he’s fawning over some other girl. Luckily you weren’t still in love with him... well you didn’t think you were. Honesty- Pink Sweat$

“Matthew, what's your biggest fear?” “Not trying hard enough and you know… the dark. What about you?” “Loving someone and they don't reciprocate it.” You attempted to answer him nonchalantly while lighting another blunt. The taste of weed and blueberry from the cigarillo wrapper danced in your lungs before you exhaled. “There are so many people that love you. I mean what’s there not to love? Relationship wise just be patient.” Damn, you could say the same thing about him especially the ‘what’s there not to love part’ what did he mean by that? The familiar flutter in your stomach that you learned to ignore resurfaced. Everything you noticed about the way he’d grown just added more things to your list. The more you added the deeper you fell. “You’re not scared of falling too deep and the person you love doesn’t… it’s just I don’t even know it's scary.”

It’s quiet, you could tell what you had just said changed the atmosphere. With the two of you staring at the freshly changed night sky above you. The last time you were alone here together, Matthew was telling you goodbye as you cried into his chest. If he had known that you were crying because you were afraid to lose him, that you regret not saying something instead of crying just because you'll miss him things would probably be much different now. This shift didn’t necessarily feel bad your feelings definitely resurfaced. Maybe you’d tell him tonight. Matthew’s hand lazily landed on your knee as he studied the sky as if the answer was written in the stars.

“Thinking about it too much is all wrong, love happens on its own time.” You couldn’t tell if it was hopeful thinking or if you were making a mistake bringing this up. Maybe your high was making you blind right now, or there really was no doubt in your mind that you were going to tell him tonight. You reached for his hand, gripping it tight in your small one, hoping he wouldn’t pull away. You took your eyes off the sky and looked down to where you two are connected. Out the corner of your eye, you saw a smile dancing at his lips. Now’s the time, this is the time to finally tell him. One step towards Matthew, or maybe one away from your best friend. “Do you remember Alessandra from the dance studio?” You asked him, shattering the silence. “Yeah that girl was crazy I was so far gone for that girl I didn't even notice.” “I remember when you told me you were going to ask her out. You were so excited.” You threw the roach out of the jeep into the red gravel beneath the car. “You should’ve stopped my blind ass.” Little did he know. “You right… I should have.” Your eyes were now focused on scenery. You and Matthew ’s place was a cliff overlooking the city.

“Believe me I wanted to.” You mumbled the last part under your breath hoping he wouldn’t hear you. You tried to play it off by grabbing his Crooks and Castles hoodie from the back seat, putting it on and placing your hand back where it was. “What do you mean Y/N? You keeping secrets?” He asked you, never letting anything go unnoticed. He flipped his hand and interlocked your fingers with his. “After you told me about her I drove back to my aunt’s house and cried for hours because she finally convinced me to tell you I liked you. Shit, I still do... honestly I never stopped. I’m sorry if me saying this makes you feel weird, I’m sorry if I’m fucking us up but I just can’t keep ignoring the fact that I want more.” You could feel him looking at but you couldn’t quite read his expression without looking at him which was the very thing you didn't want to do. Your already red eyes began to water afraid of what he might say or how he might react. You had a little hope because his hand was still tangled with yours.

Get You- Danial Caesar ft. Kali Uchis “Really?” You closed your eyes to keep yourself from seeing his reaction, your first tear falling down your cheek. “I mean, yeah, I’ve dated a few guys but they never made me feel the way you do. And that’s coming from you just treating me as your best friend and I tried to ignore it so I wouldn’t mess us up but I just can’t anymore.” You threw your head back in distress, you now had a steady flow of tears. “Hey hey hey look at me. You’re fine it’s just me.” He said, and trying to calm you he pulled your hand up to his mouth and pushed gentle kisses into the back of it. “I know I’m just scared. I’ve been scared.” “Is that why you brought the fear thing up because you were afraid I wouldn’t love you back?” “Do you know how terrifying it is to be in love with your best friend? Fear has consumed me ever since you left. I didn’t want to lose you. I was afraid that you’d go over there fall in love with an idol and I’d have to show up to your wedding like I was fine. But I settled for friendship because I knew it was better to have that than nothing at all. But now I’m here looking like an idiot and confessing my love like a fucking Nicholas Sparks movie.” You wiped your face with the sleeve of his hoodie. “C’mere.” He replied, hopping out of the jeep and walking to the front, before sitting on the bumper. You followed him, standing sheepishly in front of him, his tall figure making you feel small. He pulled you in between his legs by the pockets of your hoodie and enveloped you in a hug. “Don’t ever worry about losing me.” He put his index finger under your chin so that you had to look up at him. “I’ve been about you and I always will be.” The sincerity in his voice comforted you. You finally looked in his eyes you could tell he was serious and it wasn’t his intoxication talking. His eyes flickered between your glossy eyes and your lips, his own hovering above yours. You felt the hesitation between the two of you, unable to read his next move. Your mind shifted to the butterflies you felt moving around unforgivably fast. You looked away unable to bear the intensity of this moment before he pulled you back into him by the hoodie strings. He bent down so his lips met yours. He kissed you slowly and passionately. The new feeling turned the butterflies into comforting electric shocks. He let go of the hoodie strings and pushed you by the small of your back bringing you further into his embrace, deepening the kiss. His phone vibrated against your leg interrupting your kiss.

“Ignore it” he moaned into your mouth. “No Matt answer it, it might be important.” You protested, pulling away from him. He yanked his phone out the pocket of his shorts. “Hey, Kenny what’s up?” “Big Matthewwwwwwwwwwww what’s up boy, what you doing?” “I’m with my girl what’s up?” His girl sounded better when you were the definition. “Kosta and I are throwing a party tonight stop by, we all miss yo cute ass.” “Bet we might swing by.” “Oh hey bring Y/N fine ass too.” Three beeps signaled that Kenny hung up.

“What does he mean,’ bring Y/N fine ass too’? What’s he want to see you for, you’re my fine ass now.” “C’mon let's make our first appearance as King and Queen KARD.” You demonstrate as if your hands were a billboard.

~2 hours later~ Sativa- Jhene Aiko ft. Swae Lee The night sky turned from indigo to black falling deeper into the night as you and Matthew walked from your house to Kosta’s. You could hear the music as you walked closer, the bass from the speakers mimicking the feeling of your heart. What would your friends say? How would they react? How would Kenny react considering the fact that he had a crush on you and every other girl he had made eye contact with? You walked past the wooden gate and into the backyard, a path you had taken throughout high school and college. The smell of weed, vape, and alcohol mixed together to the perfect harmony of the music. “Matthew, my boy you’re back!” Kenny and Kosta brought him into a handshake hug welcoming him back to his old stomping ground.

“Y/N sweetheart long time no see.” Kenny flirted. You offered back a sheepish wave.

“So Matthew where’s your girl? You bring her?” Kosta asked him, playfully nudging Matthew’s shoulder. You could smell Angry Orchard and Smirnoff sours on his breath. Now’s your time.

“That’d be me.” You stepped up and held Matthew’s hand in the air as if he just won a boxing match. “Y/N, baby, What about us?” Kenny whined. Kosta walked away shaking his head at Kenny. “Kenny, honey, there was never an us I've been about this one.” You answered, grabbing Matthew’s arm and holding it as if it was a trophy. “HOW BOUT SOME SHOTS FOR OUR NEW COUPLE!?” A very proud Kosta yelled, appearing with a bottle of Hennessy.

“Man just give me the bottle.” Matthew swooped it up and led you to a less crowded part of the party.

“Thanks for the bottle Kos!” You shouted to your friend over the music as you walked away.

“Three each?” Matthew asked before pouring a shots worth in his mouth. “Three each??? Three can get me drunk, three gets you, buzzed big guy.” You argued before taking down your first one. You kissed your teeth trying to suppress the burning sensation. No chaser, great. You were gonna be drunk as hell.

“Fine, I guess I’ll do five.” With every shot the more the alcohol consumed the both of you. Alcohol had always made you ten times more exaggerated than your normal personality but henny wasn't just alcohol. You stood up and led him to the patch of grass that had been determined as the ‘dance floor’. You began swaying your body to the music, living in the moment. Matthew grabbed your hips and began grinding against you painfully slow. It could’ve just been dancing but the Hennessy in your system made you more sensitive to his touch creating a dense cloud of sexual tension between you. You were relaxed in his hold, knowing that whatever happened you’d be safe with him. This behavior wasn’t anything new he had always danced with you at parties but tonight there was a possibility over a new outcome. Slowly and definitively you danced into him grabbing his neck to support you. In response, he ran his hands up and down your waist, your movements combining together blooming anticipation. Sensuously and almost animalistic you moved against him, matching the movement of his hips. For someone so tall he still fit your body perfectly, as if you were made for each other. You could feel the excitement between you causing the tension to thicken. He rhythmically added pressure to your ass from behind concentrating on you. He lowered himself so he could attack your neck with needy kisses leaving the potent smell of Hennessey. You spun around to meet his lips with yours but before you got the chance he stopped you. He was so close you could see the shadow he cast on your chest. You could hear his heavy breaths in your ear you could feel his heart beating against your shoulder. You danced like this for the next few songs, feeling as if it was just you and him. His hands slide down to rest on the back pockets of your short, his fingers playings with the loose fragments of denim from the distressed rips. He pulled you closer, your body fully flushed against him and you could feel the beginnings of an erection as he pressed against you. The music came to a dramatic stop and a drunken Kenny came over the speaker. “It was great seeing all of your beautiful faces but the cops are out front ya’ll gotta leave.”

Bodies shuffled back through the path and everyone was greeted with flashes of red and blue lights. The now cool wind hit you as you left the backyard.

“I don’t care where you go just get out of here.” A policeman yelled, pointing his flashlight in everyone's faces. You grabbed Matthew’s hand and pulled him towards the sidewalk to escape from the bright lights. Once you were finally away from the crowd of people you two were alone again. He held you tight like a prize he had won at the fair, forbidding you to walk normally. “Who knew today would end like this.” He whispered, his chin relaxed on your head. “I don’t know who you bought weed from but blame them.” You’d been high plenty of times before but it never made you reveal any secrets. “I don’t want this night to end.” He released you from his hold and spun you around so your chest met his. “The one place to go from here is up.” You told him, murmuring against his lips. “You’re gonna have to blame the henny for this.” Your teeth clashed into his, your breaths hot as they washed over your faces. Matthew tugged you into the bushes by your hands, pressing you deep into the foliage. He lay small pecks on your jawline, nipping every so often in between. His hands roamed up your bare legs and you shivered at the feeling. You had just begun to wrap your arms around his neck when a sharp twig stabbed you in the eye. ‘Ow!” You yelled, holding the injury. “What’s wrong? You good?” Matthew asked immediately, cradling your face to inspect the damage. His hands were large and warm and safe. You leaned into his touch, smiling. “Just a dumbass branch. I'm ok.” You looked up at him in reassurance. You put your fingers to his lips and gave a sly wink. “Now kiss me.” You tried to pull him closer but he pulled away with a grimace. “I’m not doing this in a bush Y/N. C’mon.” He yanked you free, keeping you near his side. After a few minutes, you couldn’t hold in your question. “Matthew, where the hell are we going? The buzz was wearing off and you were left feeling irritated and very very horny. He gave your hand a squeeze. “Back to your place. Don’t tell me you’re that trashed where you don’t remember where you live?” He chuckled and you blushed before flipping him off. “Screw you I’m not even drunk.”

L$D- ASAP Rocky “Oh, I plan too.” He tossed a wink your way, effectively silencing you. The walk was thankfully short, as it was apparent the two of you couldn't wait any longer. You were currently trying to unlock your door as Matthew kissed the back of your neck. You scrambled to open the door and almost cried in relief when it did. Matthew took this as a signal to pick you up by the back of your knees. You wrapped your legs around his waist and attached your lips to his, moaning as he sucked on your tongue. You scrunched the fabric of his shirt feeling the material bunch under you. It was getting hot, too hot. You needed to get the stupid hoodie off of you. “I need you.” He moved from your mouth to your ear, licking the shell of it. “You already have me. But let me take care of you first.” You took in a shaky breath, the image turning you on beyond measure. You gyrated your hips, hoping this would get him to move faster. This seemed to do the trick. The two of you fumbled into your room, blind in the dark space. But it didn’t matter. Not when he was touching you like that. You were placed on a hard surface and you heard the crash of several things falling to the floor. You wondered briefly what it was when Matthew weaved his hands through your hair and tugged, baring your neck for his taking. His lips were scorching, sucking welts into your skin which made you squirm. Had it always felt this good before? You knew no one else had ignited something so wild inside of you. Leave it to your best friend to hold the key to your body. “Gonna make you feel so good.” Matthew hummed, the vibrations going straight to your crotch. You gasped, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the tension. A large hand parted them and grasped between them, cradling your heat. “Oh fuck.” “Shit Y/N.” He whispered, rubbing the area at a slow pace. You curled up into his touch, thrashing on the hard surface. “Bed. Now.” You grabbed the front of his pants, smiling when he choked. You were lifted off of the flat object and placed on the bed, the smell of dryer sheets filling your nostrils. You looked up at Matthew, the evening light providing enough illumination for you to see his heaving chest and tousled hair. You sat up, your legs touching his. You placed your hands hesitantly on the bottom edge of his shirt, your heart racing. Matthew nodded, letting you remove his top half. Of course, you had seen him shirtless before, but never in this context. Your mouth went dry at the sight, your fingers twisting nervously over one another. “Hey, hey. It's just me Y/N. Don’t have to be worried.” He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple, melting your anxiety. His kisses traveled around the sides of your face and on the sides of your neck, before coming to rest back on your lips. These kisses were slow...but deeper, more sensual. You soon found yourself trapped between Matthew and the mattress, becoming putty in his touches. His hands explored the curve of your waist, ending at the top of your shorts. He gazed at you, licking his lips. “Can I?” “Y-Yeah. Of course.” The scratchy denim was slid down your thighs in a flash, the sudden cool air bringing goosebumps. The textured pads of your best friend’s digits began to rub the underside of your foot, massaging the day's earlier stress away. You groaned, fisting the sheets tightly. “How does that feel?” He kissed each toe of each foot, venturing to your ankles. “So good..” Your eyes had fallen shut and you could focus on nothing but Matthew’s caresses. His touch traveled upward, closer to where you needed him most. You squirmed impatiently. “Gonna take all day big guy?” He paused, looking at you from lidded eyes. “My boys used to fuck with me talking about how fine you were and I never really noticed till I got back and now all this is in front of me and I have it all to myself.” His mouth slid along your outer thigh before stopping at the bottom of your underwear. “And I’m going to make every second of this unforgettable.” He breathed lightly, the air cooling the wetness between your thighs. You twitched at the sensation and huffed, dragging your nails down the sheets. “Matt-” You were cut off by the feeling of your bottom half being exposed completely. He took in a sharp breath. “Damn, Y/N.” He murmured, taking in the naked sight of you. The urge to cover yourself increased tenfold and you moved to do so, but Matthew was quicker. He pinned your arms above your head with one of his hands and shook his head at you. “Don't hide from me. Not when you look this gorgeous.” He ran a finger over your clit lightly and you jerked, not expecting the touch. “You're so sensitive..” He stroked the area again and you bit your lip, stifling a moan. “I'm gonna take good care of you.” He assured, wetting his lips before lowering his head and flicking his tongue out. “Shit.” You hissed, tossing your head to the side. The sensation had your toes curling, and you wondered if you might die right then and there. You thought you would when Matthew took the initiative and buried his face between your thighs, licking and sucking. Your hands freed themselves from his grasp and flew to grab at his hair, your nails digging into his scalp. Matthew winced and you relaxed a little, not wanting to hurt him. He lay on the bed and hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, before continuing to eat you out. You let out a string of moans, marveling at the skills the man below you possessed. You canted your hips into his mouth, the pleasure inside you rising. It had never happened this quickly before. The boys you had messed around with were laughable in the face of the cunnilingus master that was Matthew. Jesus this was what you had been missing. “Matthew, please. Touch me.” Without missing a beat, one of his hands came up to cup your breast under your sweatshirt, massaging the warm skin, as he used his thumb to stimulate your nipple. It sprang up in your bra after a moment and your head started swimming at the override of sensational rapture. You covered your hand over his, before deciding it was time to get rid of the rest of your clothing. You pulled the article over your head, jostling Matthew, who looked up at you in confusion, his chin glistening. “Let me.” He said, helping you with the rest of the clothing item. It thudded to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra. You rubbed your arms, the small hairs there rising in response to the cold. Matthew moved to kneel before you, towering over you even in this state. Using his knuckles he brushed the naked flesh of your shoulders and you took in a shaky breath when he kissed that same spot. His lips traveled south, leaving wet trails down to the top of your bra. He nipped at it, staring at you as he did so. Breathing had become much more difficult. “Are you still okay with this Y/N? We can stop if it's too much.” Matthew leaned back to give you space to think things over but you didn’t need it. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted this. Wanted him. You reached around and unclasped your bra, letting it leave your body. Matthew’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open at your boldness. You arched your back, giving him a full view of your chest. “Don’t back out on me now.” His mouth was suddenly attached to your nipple, as he sucked and teased. You pulled his head closer to you, closing your eyes and sighing in contentment. Matthew gave attention to the other nipple as well, until you were panting out needy pleas to him. He moved back onto his knees and unbuckled his belt, flinging it somewhere in the darkness. He yanked his jeans down and off, those adding to the pile of scattered clothing. You stared down at his manhood, gaping at the size of it. It seemed he had the same idea as you when it came to underwear that day. “I can see why they call you ‘Big Matthew’ now.” You let out a chuckle, the humor diffusing the sexual tension in the room. Matthew laughed along with you, grabbing his middle as he struggled to breathe. Once he had finished, he kissed the tip of your nose fondly and you lowered your hands to his erection in curiosity. It barely fit in your hand, but you held it as best as could, twisting your wrist experimentally. Matthew twitched, calling out your name in a whine. You smirked at his needy behavior and began to rub his shaft quickly until it was slick and red. Matthew’s head was thrown back, his Adam's apple bulging as he swallowed. After one hard tug, he swiveled his gaze to you, his eyes blown out. “Fuck, Y/N.” He scrambled off the bed and dug into his pant’s pockets, pulling out a packaged square. You raised an eyebrow at this and he shrugged. “Never know when you’ll need it. I’m not about to be a dad anytime soon.” He slid down the condom over himself before using his shoulders to push your body down as he licked the underside of your jaw. You reached up to bury your hands in his hair, opening your legs wider to accommodate him. He reached down to position himself and you took in a sharp breath. “Tell me if it hurts okay?” You gave a nod, bracing yourself. He eased himself inside you and you grit your teeth, feeling the stretch of your walls as they tried to take in the size of him. It hurt just as much as you expected, but that didn’t stop a noise of pain to blow past your lips. Matthew stilled inside you, his breathing deep. “You good?” “Yeah, yeah. Just give me a minute.” Matthew waited until you gave the okay then slowly thrust his hips, holding yours down to give himself more control. These movements soon picked up speed once you became adjusted and the bed squeaked as you two clung to each other. Sweat slicked the sheets and your skins, heated grunts the only sound in the room. Matthew suddenly pulled you up onto his lap, the angle hitting your g-spot. You clung to his shoulders, trying your best to meet his thrusts as he bucked up, cradling your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you Y/N.” He whispered into your ear. “I love you too. Always have.” You claimed his mouth this confession, feeling your inner muscles clench. Matthew reached down to flick your clit, and you screamed, having an orgasm so intense you saw white. You tugged at his scalp, riding out your high as he met his. His hips stuttered before he came, your name falling off his lips like a prayer. He collapsed on the bed, rolling you over so that you were nestled in his arms. Everything you have ever wanted but was always too scared to get was finally yours. His muscular arms felt as familiar as home but better.

Blessed- Daniel Caeser

You spent what felt like an endless night like this. Mexican food from your favorite taco truck around the block, driving to the cliff and watching the sunset, getting high and making brownies, and watching scary movies in the daytime with a pile of blankets because you were both too scared. Trying to avoid the inevitable was easy when you were with him. The feeling of happily ever after shown effortlessly through your smile spreading from ear to ear. Your thoughts were distracted by Matthew shuffling through a pile of clothes like a dog digging in the sand. “Hey Y/N do you know where my one blue dress shirt is I can’t find it.” He looked back at your sprawled out body on the bed. “I hung it up in my closet, what do you need it for I thought you didn’t have plans tonight?” “I need to start getting my clothes together I have to leave next week.” “What?” “I have to leave next week.” “I just don't get it.” You said, your head in the palms of your hands as your head shook in denial. “Don’t act like this you knew I had to leave.” The sound of hangers against the metal closet rang through the room. “You never told me when.” “You knew I couldn't stay forever what did you expect?” He snapped, twisting his body around so he could look you in the face. “I don’t know I’m just hurt… confused.” “I’m sorry if I knew you were going to confess your undying love maybe I would've stayed longer.” “So you regret it? Everything that happened? You regret it?” You rushed and got out of bed, standing in front of the closet. “I never said that. Why do you insist on putting words in my mouth?” “Take your fucking shirt.” You threw his blue dress shirt at in his face. It was the shirt he wore on your first real date. He took you to some fancy Japanese restaurant in downtown LA. You stormed out of the room, body consumed with anger. The plush beige carpet of your hallway pressed against your bare feet as you stomped into the kitchen. While rummaging through random cabinets in an attempt to clearly communicate your anger, you heard a loud slam coming from your bedroom. “Who’s shit are you slamming?” You yelled, walking back into the hallway “Jesus Y/N why do you have to start shit now?” “WHY DO I HAVE TO START SHIT? ME? IM THE ONE STARTING SHIT?!” “That’s what I said.” He said back throwing your cheap plastic laundry on the floor. “I’m not the one who can’t clearly communicate or realize what’s been in your face.” You argued back poking him in the chest with every syllable. “Y/N…. stop.” You continued antagonizing him. “You want me to stop because you regret us right. Or is it beca-” “STOP.” He finally gave in and raised his voice, shocking you when he firmly grasped your upper arms.

“Just fucking stop, I never said any of that shit Y/N.” “You were thinking it.” “You don’t know what I’ve been thinking. Have you even noticed? I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for days Y/N, but I’m stuck. How do you tell the girl you love, your best friend, that hey I have to go back across the world come with me?” His hold on your arms relaxed.

“I can’t just say it like that.” “You want me to with you?” You looked up into his glossy brown eyes. “Yeah I’ve wanted you to go with me, I’ve wanted you over there with me since I left.” “Matthew I can’t just leave my job.” “You don’t even like it there Y/N they can replace you, you’ll be fine if you leave.” “What about all my stuff I can’t just leave my parents and my house.” “Y/N they’ll be fine they can sell the house and get a condo or something. You don’t need to be afraid of change I got you.” “I can’t stay in the dorm with you B.” “You can stay with Ashley, I can get you a job with Drew, I’ve had this figured out since you told me.” Tears began to roll down your cheek. Your forehead fell into his chest the feeling of instant comfort running through you. “Y/N you’re ok, you’ll be ok I got you.” “I’m so sorry Mathew, I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions, I’m sorry I’m scared of change I can’t help it.” Your confessed sobs interrupting each sentence. “Baby it’s ok just say the word and I’ll make this happen,” Matthew said, consuming you in his embrace.

~One week later~

Moon River- Frank Ocean

The coral and pink sky melted into white clouds. You peered out of the small cabin window as the flight ascended further into the sky. You uprooted the little life you did have and moved to Seoul with the love of your life. The thought caused you to clench your fist because regardless you were still scared. Matthews big hands caressed your balled fist easing your stress.

“Hey babe you're good we got this.” His deep voice soothed you as he delivered a kiss to your temple.

We have now reached cruising altitude, the refreshment cart will be around shortly.

Written by Jo

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