Watchingovergvf Masterlist:

Watchingovergvf Masterlist:

~Fluff

^Angst

*Smut ( MINORS PLEASE DNI WITH ANY OF THESE MARKED WRITINGS)

A/N: Hey guys, I’m gonna do my best with keeping up with updating my masterlist as I go. If you have any questions or concerns please message me. Also, my suggestions are always open, I would love to hear some of your ideas or just chat. Enjoy!!!

Josh:

Mess Makers~

Sweet Nothings~

Jake:

Moonlight^~

Sam:

Mahogany and Teakwood~

It’s Always Been You ~

It’s Always Been You Pt.2~

Danny:

Family Firsts~

i absolutely adore this fic.

excuse me while i go read this for the sixth time…

Statute of Limitations

A/N: Cute lil turkey day fic. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ only.

Word Count: 7.4k+

The holidays can evoke many emotions that someone would not expect nor want. Thanksgiving was notorious for being the holiday where family members got in vicious spats over rivaling political ideologies. Christmas brought on dreaded yearning for loved ones who have since departed your life in one way or another. New Years held bouts of loneliness over your shoulders as you watched on as couples and strangers alike connected in a kiss to ring in the new year.

Many feelings that were not always welcome guests during this time of year. However, it was always easier to manage when you were surrounded by people who were in the same place you were in life. In fact, when it was your best friend, you wouldn’t even notice these waves of varying mental states because they were entertaining you and keeping you afloat. 

More than afloat. Joyous. Elated. Hopeful. Content. 

But that is to be discussed at a later time. 

You were frantically running around the house, trying to make sure that everything was where it should be. That everything was going according to schedule. That everything was perfect. Because it was supposed to be. Had to be.

“Turkey will be done at five forty-five. Candles will be lit at five-forty. Bar area is stocked and ready. Name cards. Where are the name cards?” Your eyes darted up from your crumpled list that sat in your hands, pen marking off items as you mumbled out loud to yourself, beginning the search for the name cards.

His curly head bopped down the stairs, seeing you hunting around the house for what he already knew was in hands. He held up the brown paper, smile growing as he did. “Name cards? Got ‘em right here, hammy.” A breath of relief tumbled from your lips as you watched him go around the large dining table and place the cards where they were supposed to be. 

You trailed behind him, slightly moving and adjusting them to be where they actually should have been. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed what you were doing, turning and facing you with his hands on his hips. “They looked just fine where they were.”

Wiping your hands on your pants after taking some lint off of a napkin, you weren’t looking at him as your eyes scanned the table for any other imperfections that you could immediately see. As you went to slightly move a pillar candle two inches to the left, his hand darted out and captured yours in his, drawing your attention to him.

He offered you a large smile, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he did. “Everyone’s going to be here within an hour, hammy. Why don’t you head upstairs and start getting ready, yeah? Your clothes are laid out on my bed, your bathroom stuff is on the counter, I can handle what’s left down here.” Reluctantly agreeing with him, his hands turning you around and in the direction of the stairs, you kept turning, not really ready to hand over the full responsibility of him taking over for the last forty-five minutes. 

“Go!” He shouted, hands shooing you away, laughter following his words as you pouted your way up the stairs. Just like he said, your outfit was laid out across the bedding, your personal care items atop the counter in the bathroom, a fluffy towel hanging on the rack to greet you. 

He knew you would be flustered with planning out every miniscule detail you could for this dinner so he took it upon himself to make sure the other aspects did not fall through the cracks, simply making sure you were taken care of. 

Josh always made sure you were taken care of. That’s why he’s your best friend and whom you love the absolute most in the world. Truly, you could not imagine a life without the ball of sunshine that was Joshua by your side. 

He had been in your life for years, originally meeting him through Danny, but there was something about him. You two meshed so well, becoming close in high school and hardly being separated from them on out. 

As you all grew older, new traditions popped up and stuck with your small group. One of those traditions was the annual Thanksgiving supper. Each year was a rotation between the couples of the group. Each pairing hosted at their own home with an immaculate table scape and menu to accompany along with a new tradition that would happen at their home. 

It was fun, lighthearted, and a reason for everyone to see one another during the holidays. Given you are one of the two singles in the group, the other being your best friend, the burden fell on your shoulders this year. A group text message revealed that everyone else had decided to partner you up and to be ready to host the soiree of the year at one of your houses. 

Planning began immediately, beyond infuriated that everyone took pity on the two lonesome creatures of the posse and you decided that you were going to put them all to shame, hosting the best bash they had seen yet. 

Josh was just along for the ride, happy to be included in whatever you needed from him. You had been staying at his house for the last two days as you prepped for the upcoming party, doing as much ahead of time as possible. He was there, right behind you, reminding you to take a breath, sit down, and eat some actual food every once in a while.

He knew how type a you could be, incredibly anal about the details of it all, because once you set your mind to it, he knew it was going to be done, sparing no expense of yourself. He had seen in the past how you could and would schedule your life down to the last second, wanting any and all control over any situations you found yourself in. Josh would watch as you would forget the littlest things to survive, like sleep, and would gently guide you into the direction he knew you needed to go. He would ensure that you were being taken care of. That’s who he is. 

This wasn’t the first time he had seen you like this and he knew it would not be the last either. As long as he was there besides you, he would be happy as a clam to aid you in whatever way he knew how to. To make sure that you would slow down and enjoy what life was offering, tonight was going to be no different. 

Josh wanted you to see what you had spent weeks obsessing over and notice how beautiful it had all turned out. Your goal had succeeded, this was going to the best gathering that had happened yet. All he wanted was for you to see that. To see how magnificent it was. How magnificent you were. 

As he finished moving the chairs to where they needed to be, basting the turkey once more, playing the music you had meticulously picked out for the evening, he heard you come bounding down the stairs. He couldn’t help but beam at you, seeing how radiant you looked in only the dim lighting and candlelight from the room that set the table aglow. 

Attempting to swallow his heart back down from his throat, a blush crept onto the apples of his cheeks as you smiled at him. He couldn’t hold your gaze any longer, eyes darting down to the record he held in his hand, hearing your gasp as you took in the space. 

“It’s unbelievable, Josh. Look at this! Oh, it’s perfect,” you squealed out as you moved around the space, double checking whatever you could. As you checked the watch on your wrist for the time, your eyes went wide, shooting up in a panic at him.

“I basted the turkey four and a half minutes ago. It looks devine, hammy,” he could see the relief actually roll off your shoulders at that. A small grin took over your lips, a silent thank you being shared between the two of you. 

When the first knock of the night came in, he watched you shoot up straight, hands clasping together in front of your chest, excitement tangible from you as you rushed around the table to link your arm through with his. 

“Ready handsome?” You leaned into his side as you spoke out, head lightly resting against his own. He couldn’t respond to your words, only offering a quick nod as he moved you both to the door. 

As he opened the door as dramatically as he could on the left, you still holding onto his arm, blocking the entryway so they couldn’t entirely see what was behind you both, he gave a large grin. 

“Welcome one and all! We are so pleased you could join us at the twenty twenty two Thanksgiving celebration. Now, I hope you all came prepared to witness the best of the best because that is what we have offered you. Please, help yourself to the bar and chat amongst yourselves,” as Josh finished his small speech, everyone giggling at his words, the laughter stopped as soon as you both stepped out of the way. 

Greenery was hung and wrapped around the wooden beams, candlelight danced on the walls, and no one could seem to figure out where to look first. You were beaming with pride as Josh shot you a quick wink, knowing all of your meticulous planning had turned out as immaculately as you had hoped it would.

Drinks were flowing right after and given that everyone hadn't really eaten anything but the hors d'oeuvres you had set out as everyone started mingling, your guests were growing tipsier by the minute. Just as you had planned. 

As the dinner bell rang, signaling it was time for everyone to find their seats, a chorus of oo’s and ah’s flew around the room as Josh brought the turkey and ham to the table. Applause rang out into the room as you and your party partner thanked everyone, Josh pointing to you and speaking out that this was all your doing. 

“Before we eat, we are ready to share our tradition that will happen at every Thanksgiving we are set to host.” You sipped your drink as you finished speaking, pointing to Josh across the table as he sat at the other head spot and urged him to start. Heads bounced back and forth between you both as you giggled out to him.

“This was Josh’s idea so I think it’s only fair he shares what it is and he has to start!” He rolled his eyes at your words, smirking into his glass as he did. “Fine, fine. Our tradition is that instead of everyone saying what they are thankful for this year you must divulge one secret! Statute of limitations applies to whatever is shared so there is immunity!” Eyes around the table went wide, some excitedly shouting out that they loved the idea, others collectively groaning with one another. 

His smile grew, eyes going wide as he peered at you, clearing his throat as he finished his drink, standing from the table and over animatedly began telling his secret. “Once upon a time,” his brother groaned as he started, trying and failing to trip his sibling as he made his way around the table. “Come on, just tell your secret!”

Josh shushed him, flicking his ear as he did. “Shut up. It’s my turn to speak.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, letting him continue his tale. Josh cleared his throat as loudly as he could, continuing on where he had started. “In a time far from the one we are in now,” he moved to stand directly behind his twin, hands landing on his shoulders as he did. 

“I pretended to be this devilishly handsome fellow here,” he bent over, cheek smashed against cheek before standing back upright as quickly as he had knelt over, “To take out Jessica Park on a date where the entire time she thought I was my twin. I did however get lucky that night! It was quite weird hearing her moan out my brother's name whilst I was in bed with her, but I digress.” He plopped back in his seat, everyone laughing and howling at his confession, clapping and cheering for him. 

Jake eyed his brother, set on murdering him in that moment from the sheer look he sent his way before he spoke up. “You knew I had a massive thing for her, you jackass.” Josh shrugged with a laugh as he poured himself a glass of wine. “Oh I am fully aware of that. She had a thing for you, not me, which is why I was you for the evening.” His lazy smile graced his face as you snickered behind your glass. 

Josh clapped his hands together, eyeing the dining room table and its occupants before selecting the next person who needed to confess their secret. 

Tears streamed down everyone's faces at the stories being shared. When Danny finished, he sipped his drink contents, a shrug accompanying his final words. “I swear it’s true.” He set his glass down on the table, surveying who was left and needed to share. His gaze fell to you, a smile taking over his face as he looked at you. 

“Last, but certainly not least, my dearest friend. What is your secret?” You sighed, seeing the giddy look of Josh to see if he was going to discover some new information about you or if it was information he had already filed away in the folder about you in his head. 

Looking out over your friends from behind your glass, you took one last swig for confidence, eyes setting on Jake as you set the glass down. You leaned forward on the table, seeing the unremarkable similarities between him and his twin, but noticing how insanely different they were. As the candlelight held their features, your heart swelled at the sight of Josh and the adoring look that graced his face as he waited with baited breath to hear what you were going to reveal. 

Eyes falling back to his counterpart, you spoke out with a laugh. “Jakey, I am the one who hit your car, not Josh.” His eyes narrowed at you before turning his attention to his brother, Josh’s jaw hanging open at your words. Everyone sat in utter silence, waiting to hear what his reaction was going to be.

“No, Josh did. I saw him in the driver's seat.” You couldn’t contain your giggles, liquid courage assisting in your tale. “He switched seats with me. It was me,” Jake shook his head, cradling his face in his own hands as he roughly rubbed, a long groan following it. Everyone’s laughter picked up right after as his shoulders started to shake from his own laughing. 

Josh stood, grabbing the carving knife as he did. “Alright, I think that is enough secrets for the next decade. Who wants turkey?” Plates were shoved in his face after his question, earning an exasperated sigh from the boy. “Wait your turn! Hammy, you first.”

When the last of the guests filed out of the house for the night, you collapsed into a heap on the couch, a yawn escaping your lips as you did. Josh couldn’t fight the smile that was taking over his face at the sight of you. 

He lifted your legs, placing them tentatively in his lap as he did. He poked your cheek, leaning back on the couch, a sleepy smile taking over his face. “I would say that was a success. I don’t think I will be able to eat again for the rest of the week. Which is probably for the best since there aren’t any leftovers.” His hand rubbed along his slightly pooched stomach, rolling your eyes at his flair for the over dramatic. 

“Thank you for the help, Joshy. It was a great night,” he shrugged, hand rubbing along the bare expanse of your calf, eyes slipping shut as he breathed out. “It was all you, ham. You did amazing. Seriously, the best one we’ve had yet. I heard Jita saying she wasn’t sure how she was going to top you next year,” you giggled at his words, happy that it had been such a hit. 

“Can I ask you a question?” You hummed at him, letting him know he could continue on. “What other secrets do you have? I feel like I got cheated out of one because I already knew about the one you shared.” You peeked an eye open at him, seeing his excited gaze staring down at you. 

You thought about it for a second, turning onto your back and staring at him. “Fine. But I get another secret from you. Deal?” He thought about it for a second before agreeing with you. You sighed in thought, trying to figure out what you could share with him. 

A sheepish smile took over your face as you thought about what to say. “I have this coworker. I hate him. Ever since I met him he was super misogynistic towards me. Called me sweetheart, sugar, the whole nine yards at work. I decided that I had had enough of it and took it upon myself to secretly do things to annoy him every single day.” Laughter wracked your body at Josh’s shocked expression.

His own chuckles seeped into his words, hands still firmly planted on your legs. “What do you do to him?” You shrugged, thinking back to what you had done to him as of late. “I move his food and drinks in the fridge. Like I’ll hide them. I wear my badge as a lanyard because the rattling of it drives him insane. If he walks by me I’ll whisper his name out with some occasional name calling just loud enough for him to hear, but I act dumb when he asks me if I heard that. I also move his coffee cup throughout the office so he can never find it. Oh, one time I took all of the trash wrappers I could and placed them on his desk. Everyone else hates him too.”

Josh was hunched over in tears, snorts falling from his lips at your admission. Your snickers matched his as he calmed back down, wiping at his eyes. “Wow. That’s amazing. What are you going to do when he finds out?” You reached your hand out, pushing fallen curls from his forehead back up.

“I have you to beat him up for me,” his face went serious as your words settled over him. “Baby, you see me right? I mean I’d give it a shot, but I can make no promises here.” Your laughter roared over his voice, his own nervous giggles mixing. “I’m serious! How big is this guy?” You were trying to catch your breath at his words, hearing his worried tone seep out more than he would’ve liked to admit. 

You poked him with your bare foot as you relaxed back into a calmer state. “Your turn. Another secret and make it a good one!” He drummed along your leg, searching his mind for a secret he had yet to share with you. It was difficult seeing as he shared every detail of his life with you that he possibly could, but as he settled on one, you watched guilt take him over.

“Alright, but I’m not very proud of this one, okay? When I was little I would steal money from my grandma,” your jaw fell slack at his words, eyes as big as saucers at his words. “No, no, it’s not as bad as that! She had this jug that she would put loose change in and I would take the change, bring it to her, and she would be so proud of me for saving change that she would exchange it for paper money, and I would get ice cream.” He scratched the back of his neck as he finished, clearly guilt ridden with what he would do as a child.

Being his best friend meant making it worse. “Wow, Josh, that’s horrible. I can’t believe you stole from your grandma. You’re going to hell for that, you know that right?” You could see how sad he was getting from sharing that secret, knowing that it was most likely one of his deepest and darkest secrets he ever had. It was adorable.

You sat up, moving to almost sit in his lap, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Joshy, I’m messing with you. You were a kid. It’s okay, I promise.” You were stifling laughter, his cheeks and the tips of his ears burned bright red as you leaned forward placing a quick peck to the tip of his nose. 

Seeing that he was still feeling bad, you fought within yourself about telling him this next secret. “Okay. I’ll tell you one of my deepest secrets if you promise to keep it a secret, okay?” His eyes fell to you, nodding slowly as you removed your legs from his lap, sitting directly next to him as you got the courage to tell this. “You have to tell me another one first though.” He groaned, head hitting the back of the couch at your words. 

His tongue darted out and wet his lips, deciding that in order to hear this juicy secret of yours he was going to have to share another one with you. He cleared his throat, trying to determine which direction this could go in. “When I was like fifteen I was watching dirty stuff on the computer,” you chuckled at his words, cutting him off as he spoke, “As one does.”

He nudged you with a laugh of his own. “Let me finish! Anyways, Sam came into the room and saw what I was watching, ran and told mom, mom came storming into the room pissed. I’m in a panic, knowing I need to come up with something quick and I do. I told her it was a popup on the computer and I couldn’t get it down.” You were gasping for air at his story, heads almost pushed together as his brilliant smile shown at you, happy to see you were enjoying his utter embarrassment from his teen years. 

Playing with his fingers, he chuckled after seeing you weren't going to speak yet. “Your turn. Tell me a secret,” he was speaking softer, almost in a whisper as he came back to reality.

“No one knows this. Literally no one,” his brows furrowed, seeing how nervous you were getting, peeking his interest as you gnawed on your lip. “I almost didn’t graduate from college.” Josh’s eyes went wide, but as he went to speak you held your hand up to him. “That’s not even the worst of it.”

He settled back down, waiting for you to continue. “I was failing one of my classes. It was two weeks to graduation and the only way I was going to pass was if I got a two hundred percent on the final. So, I went to my professor's office hours to talk to him about what I could do to pass. This man was one of the most gorgeous men I have ever encountered before in my life. One thing led to another and I ended up sleeping with him.” 

You had never seen such a shocked expression take over his face. You giggled at it, feeling a million pounds lighter after being able to share that with someone after all this time. “It wasn’t even for the grade, which is the crazy part. I did however end up graduating and walking two weeks later.” He started laughing with you, in awe of the confession you had just divulged. 

Hearing that you had slept with one of your professors was a shock in itself, but he wasn’t sure why he felt a growing bulge in his pants. Imagining you with a professor, telling them you would do anything you could to pass the class and graduate. It was hot.

Adjusting himself as nonchalantly as he possibly could, you caught your breath, realizing how close to Josh you were in that second. His eyes darted down to your lips, smile still as prevalent as ever, dimples deep as happiness coursed through him at being able to share this space with you. 

“It was bad. I shouldn’t have done it.” You whispered out, your breath fanning across his lips, seeing his pants grow tighter at your words. He shook his head, tongue moving across his bottom lip, “No you shouldn’t have.” His voice was huskier than before, going a touch deeper, lust fluttering with his words. 

He was psyching himself out, almost unable to be sure if this was real, having wanted this for so long and you not feeling the same he wasn’t sure if this was real. If you were real at this moment. 

Your smile was small, battling within yourself if you wanted to take this next step. Cross this threshold with him. For him. Josh had never shown true interest in you, you thought to yourself. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through you that gave you an extra boost of confidence because you threw caution to the wind, leaning forward, lightly letting your lips feel his. 

Not hesitating, he deepend it, hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you to him and tongue pushing into your mouth with haste. 

Whimpering into his mouth, feeling the plushness of his lips push back against your own, clawing at him to get him as close as possible. Swallowing each other in any and every way you possibly could. 

Years of tension, angst, yearning had built up to this moment. This singular moment that you could have bursted into tears for. That you spent countless nights dreaming about. 

About him.

It took all the strength you had to pull away from him, both heaving and watching the rise and fall of each other's chests. You wanted to give him once more chance, one more opportunity to turn this down. To think twice. 

While you knew that this is what you had been craving since you were young, you couldn’t make that assumption for him. Your eyes danced across his features, his kiss swollen lips bright red as he eyed you in utter confusion. 

“I’m going to go upstairs and change into my pajamas.” Was all you said to him. Squeezing his hand briefly, a silent telling of what you were asking of him. 

Josh didn’t have a second thought in his mind. He watched you ascend the stairs, right into his room, as the door clicked behind you, he bounded up them two at a time to reach you. 

There wasn’t a single possibility in which he would let this go. Let you go. He opened the door and saw your dress pooled around your feet, a breath of relief expelled from your lungs seeing that he in fact wanted this just as much as you, if not more. 

He crossed the room to you, attacking your skin with his searing kisses. You had just caught your breath and instantaneously it had been knocked out of you as you felt his hands paw at you. 

Your head lolled to the side, greeting him with the entire expanse of your neck. He nipped, sucked, and licked the soothing marks he was leaving behind. Wanting to create a lasting memory of tonight on you. 

Knees hitting the edge of the bed, you sat, eyes boring into his as he stared down at you. Your doe-like eyes screamed at him all you had been wanting to say for years. His heart was doing somersaults in his chest. 

Peeling off layer after layer of his clothes, you watched. Of course you had seen his naked torso. Plenty of times. Countless times. 

But this was different. 

Vastly different. 

Seeing the pink tint that sat on his skin, how his chest rose and fell with short breaths, his stomach caved in as you touched his hip bone. It was the most intimate you could be. 

His bulge greeted your hand as you moved it further south. Eyes slipping shut, lips parted, unable to watch your movements, too entranced in what you were doing to him. 

Moving his briefs down, his hardened cock greeted you. The swollen and leaking tip, a bright pink that perfectly accompanied his lips, the few veins that trailed along the shaft, the kept bush at the base. He was gorgeous. 

Taking him in for a brief moment as your hand firmly held him, you felt like you could cry tears of joy. This man was beautiful. A complete wonder. 

You lightly traced the slit of his tip with your tongue, watching as his eyes fluttered behind closed eyelids. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you accepted him in the warm embrace of your mouth. 

Relaxing your jaw to take as much of him as you could, he whimpered out, a cry escaping his lips at the feeling of bliss you gave him. It was almost painful how good it felt. 

You moved up and down his length, hand working the base of him when you moved back towards the tip, his hand tangled in your locks, cradling the back of your head and guiding your motions. 

Normally, Josh was a much more vocal partner, but given how in shock he was with what was happening before him, he was silent. Worried that if he spoke anything, he would either finish too fast or scare you off. 

He eventually had to pull you off, growing too close to his release. “Not yet, please.” You smiled up at him and he could’ve had a heart attack right then. Seeing his cock in your hand, right next to the breathtaking smile you gave him, it was a true sight to see. 

Pushing you to lay down flat on his sheets, he savored your naked frame that waited with anticipation for him. He didn’t want to make you wait. He didn’t want to wait any longer. 

The head of his cock moved through your folds, and if he hadn’t held back, he was sure he would’ve bursted on you right then. He was like a teenager again, worried that he would cum too fast and ruin it all for you both. 

As he pushed into you, the moan that left your lips was simply pornographic. It sent a shiver down his spine, knowing he was the one bringing those noises from you. He was who was bringing you to the verge of tears because of how amazing this felt as he thrusted in and out of you with an earth shattering pace. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you, allowing him to sit even further in your tight heat. He stuttered, curls stuck to his damp forehead. “Cum in me, Joshy. I want you to cum in me pretty boy,” he finished immediately after, sending you into your own mind numbing orgasm. 

Your body was in a constant tremor as you came back down, breath stuttering out of you, feeling your damp body sticking to his as he tried to gain the strength to open his eyes to see the beauty that was before him. 

Neither of you said any words, his forehead nudged yours, pushing your head back to let him capture your lips with his. He hesitated getting up at all, but he knew you both needed to shower, exhaustion riddling both of your bodies after the events of the day and evening. 

When you returned to bed together, without a second thought, you clung to him, head resting on his chest. His heart rate increased, unsure what entirely he needed or wanted to do in the moment. Something had shifted between you two, but he wasn’t sure what to do to maneuver through it just yet. 

His eyes started to slip shut when he heard your sleep riddled voice speak out to him, pulling him back from the brink of unconsciousness. “Joshy?” His hand rubbed along the bare skin of your back, letting you know without words that he was listening. 

“Why did you switch spots with me?”

Strike

Your irritated gaze fell on him as he turned around, a large goofy grin taking over his features at you. “Your turn, hammy.” You mumbled under your breath, knowing you were over sixty points behind him, just wanting the game to end. 

You were a sore loser. You admitted that and took pride in it. Losing was not your thing. You had to be the best at everything and if you weren’t right away, you hated whatever activity it was that put you behind others. 

This time? It was bowling with your best friend.

He was just so good. You had no idea how he had seemingly become a professional bowler, but it was irritating. If he wasn’t throwing a strike, he was getting spares left and right. He wasn’t even trying that hard either!

Throwing another gutter ball, Josh’s snicker came from behind you. You turned on your heel, shooting daggers at him, but he sighed, standing and coming towards you. “Let me show you how to do this.” 

Trying to say no didn’t work because he stood right next to you, showing how your arm should’ve looked instead of it turning over like it was. As you did it again, he shook his head. “No, like this.” He showed you again, but your arm turned over on itself.

Josh moved behind you, pressing his body against yours, feeling the warmth emanate from him. His scent of patchouli and vanilla filled your senses, his hand coming up and covering yours, forcing your arm back and forth.

He was trying to focus on getting you to throw the ball how it was supposed to, but all he could think about was how close he was to you. Your hair brushing against his cheek, how cold your hand was as it cradled the ball, the cotton of your shirt rubbing against his bare arm, your smell of coffee and cinnamon. It was enthralling. 

When you released the ball, watching it knock down all of the pins, his smile grew as he watched how excited you got at it. Turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, squealing in pure joy, he was shocked, not even having seen you throw the strike, only able to focus on you. 

Arms wrapping around your torso, squeezing ever so slightly, he was on cloud nine. You hugged him. Him. Josh. He had never thanked a god more than he did at that moment. 

His eyes were darting around the backstage space, trying to find you. You had disappeared five minutes ago after telling him you would be right back and he was due on stage any second now. He wanted to see you just one more time. 

As his brothers began making their way out, he assured them he would only be a few seconds behind. When you rounded the corner, a breath of relief flew from his lips. Your eyes lit up as you saw him decked out in his onstage garb. The screams of the crowd were deafening as you took him in.

Walking up to him, hands on your hips, a low whistle following. “Well I must say, you look dashing.” His cheeks burned at your scrutinizing gaze. Closing the gap between you two, your chest was pressed against his, a smile taking over your face as you held out a small piece of ribbon to him. 

“This is what I went to grab. You gave me this during my first tennis match on the varsity team my junior year of high school. Told me that it would soothe my nerves and that you’d be with me, channeling your attention seeking ways, so I wouldn’t be nervous in front of anyone.” He could’ve collapsed right then, turning his wrist over and tying the velvet orange ribbon to his wrist with a small smile. 

“Don’t remember the attention seeking ways portion,” he mumbled out, but you shrugged at that with a small giggle. “I might have added that in.” When he went to say something else, feeling like it was the perfect moment, the moment he had been waiting for all those years as you peered up at him, eyes dancing with an emotion he was sure was directed at him, his name was yelled from behind you both, causing you to jump back and away from him. 

You gave a brighter smile that diminished as you took in his hair. “Go get ‘em. I’ll be watching, but hold on,” as you went to fix it, he was being grabbed and ran on stage so you caught his eye and told him where it needed to be smoothed and he did it. Shooting you a thankful wink as he did. 

“If you could see that I’m the one who understands you, been here all along, so, why can’t you see, you belong with me?” You were belting the lyrics as you drove back towards the Kiszka family home, your best friend in the passenger seat next to you. 

He rolled his eyes, not joining in with your singing of Taylor Swift as it blared through the speaker. You two had run to Walmart, grabbing snacks and drinks for a movie night together, and now as you pulled back into the driveway, you were giddy with excitement to watch The Purge. 

You don’t know how it happened, but when you felt the car jolt after putting it in park and knock into the car sitting directly in front of you, your eyes went wide. Your head shot to the side, seeing the shocked expression of Josh in your passenger seat. 

He erupted into a fit of laughter as you hopped out of the car, going to survey the damage. It wasn’t much really, hardly a scratch, but you knew Jake would see it. He was going to be livid. He was going to hate you.

That car was his baby. It was his everything. He was going to murder you and then hate you for all eternity after. Your chin wobbled, eyes filling with tears as you went around to Josh’s side of the car. “Josh, what do I do?” 

He wiped the stray tears, trying to catch his breath. “Nothing, hammy. What’s done is done. God, Jake is gonna murder you.” He hadn’t taken in your expression yet, but a sense of happiness coursed through him.

Maybe if Jake did in fact yell at her and hate her, her little crush on his twin would diminish. I mean it was a slap in the face really. His twin? His spitting image? His opposite? Come on. 

But when his head turned and saw the tracks your tears were leaving as you sniffled quietly, his heart actively broke. He didn’t realize how upset you truly were, but he fought within himself about what to do. 

Pushing you to the side, he quickly made up his mind. “Get in the passenger seat,” your brows furrowed, fresh tears still falling as you wiped at your cheeks.  “Wha-what?” You mumbled. 

Josh grabbed you, pushing you into the seat. “Hurry, he’s going to be out any minute. Just sit there, stop crying, and let me do the talking.” As you went to tell him no and to let you take the blame, he hurried around to the drivers side and sat down. 

His twin appeared in the front door, coming down the steps to where you two were. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him. Josh quickly whispered to you as he made his way to the door. “Keep quiet, okay?” 

The door was pulled open, eyes wild with fury. “Are you fucking kidding me, Josh? Are you actually fucking kidding me? You hit my fucking car? Are you that much of an imbecile that you couldn’t see that there was another car in front of you?” Josh rolled his eyes at his brother's anger.

“Relax, dude. It’s not even that bad. I’ll pay for it.” Your eyes went wide, shaking your head at Josh, Jake’s back facing you in the car. He lightly held his hand up, silently telling you to stay where you were. 

“Damn right you will. Fucking idiot,” his brother retreated from the driveway and back into the house with a slam of the door behind him. A shaky breath expelled from your lungs as you looked at Josh. 

“I’m so sorry, Joshy. I will pay for it.” He gave you the most gentle smile you had ever seen in your life as he went to the backseat, grabbing the grocery bags and nodding towards the house. “Don’t worry about it, hammy. He’ll be fine in the morning. Come on, let’s go watch the movie.”

As Josh waited for you near the hood of the car, you had no idea what was going on in the turmoil of your brain, but as you took in the skinny boy, a warmth blossomed in your chest. Gratitude? Relief? Whatever it was, you shook it off, not wanting to pay much more in mind to what it was. 

His light laugh echoed into the quiet room. “I knew you had a crush on Jake at the time. You were so petrified that he would hate you that I knew I needed to take the fall,” your sat upright in the bed, wrapping the blanket around yourself as you did, eyes looking down at him in pure shock. 

“I mainly did it to get you to stop crying,” he hesitated as he tried to decide if now was the time to tell you this. Share his deepest secret he had. “But I was so in love with you that I didn’t want to see you so upset. So we switched.” He finished with a shrug, nerves rattling him. 

He had said it. It was out in the open now. Up to you to decide how to play this out. 

“You liked me?” It was a whisper shared out in disbelief at what he had just said to you. He laughed, pearly white teeth sitting on his lip as he nodded. “Still do, hammy.” His eyes moved up to meet yours, seeing them flutter as you let the words sink in. 

Not knowing what else to say back to him, heart overwhelmed with the notion that even back when you two were teenagers he was so in love with you that he was willing to take the fall for a car accident that you caused, and now as you admired the gorgeous man below you, you could only jump him. 

Landing on top of him, placing kisses anywhere you could land on his skin, his laugh bellowed out into the room, arms wrapping around you and holding you flush against him. His hand held your face still, letting your lips dance together.

His fingers tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, a light smile coming out as he admired your beauty from this close. “You know they set this up right? Danny said it was their plan all along. They were tired of not seeing us together,” Josh spoke out, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled over you both. 

Laughter shook both your bodies, your head falling forward, resting your forehead on his bare chest. “Of course. God, we were pretty oblivious, huh?” He nodded, but finished with a small shrug. 

“Yeah, but now we get to make up for all that lost time.” A small squeal flew from you as he flipped you both, lips landing on your neck as he did. 

Best friends were there to make things better during the rough times of the holiday season. However, you wouldn’t even notice these waves of varying mental states because they were entertaining you and keeping you afloat. 

More than afloat. Joyous. Elated. Hopeful. Content. 

Wrapping you in pure love that had been trailing behind you for years, just waiting for the right moment to appear after the statute of limitations granted immunity to those sheltered feelings.

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