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sturniolo-simp4life · 6 months ago

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Call Me Back- Chris Sturniolo

Paring- Chris Sturniolo and Y/n

Description- Chris has been ignoring you for a while, upsetting you, until one night he shows up at your apartment.

Warnings- angst, crying. Remember everything is fictional! Nothing here applies to real life.

NOT PROOF READ!

You had really been upset this past week. Chris had been distant this week. At first, you thought he was busy with filming and that he needed space.

But it had gotten more complicated.

He stopped answering your calls and texts. You could see his likes on other girls' social media.

Another thing- you didn’t care about whose posts he liked, whether they were girls or not.

It was that he was liking pictures of half-naked girls was what got to you.

You could feel your heart swell when you got a notification.

Chris.sturniolo made a post

You clicked on the notification. A picture popped up. It looked like Chris was at a party. He had that big bright smile the one he would always show around you.

What really caught your attention though, was that his arm was clinging onto another girl's waist.

The girl was leaning her head on his shoulder, and her arm was on his other shoulder.

You felt your heart crack. Had he found another girl? Is that why he had been ignoring you?

The girl did look perfect for him though. Golden brown hair. Crisp, green eyes. Big, perfect pink lips. You felt your heart crack even more. It looked like a match made in heaven.

You hadn’t even realized tears welled up in your eyes until they started streaming down your cheeks. You choked a sob, as you sank into your pillow.

You didn’t like your emotions getting the best of you but when they did, it was too late.

What if you were just overreacting? What if she was just a close friend?

But you saw how both their eyes showed happiness. Connection. Love.

You cried yourself to sleep that night.

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Two more days passed. Two more notifications, each day. Each post with the same girl. The same bright eyes.

The same smile. The same pang of pain in your heart. You had tried calling him too, but he would just ignore your calls, or not answer.

You decided that you did want to live a sob story, so you went to the grocery store, hoping to at least be productive and get some tasks done.

You found yourself driving to target, hoping to buy some things. For one: food. It was always your comfort.

You also needed to buy your daily necessities, like toilet paper and soaps.

And you defiantly bought snacks and candy.

You thought things were going well. You thought you could avoid any possible thought of Chris at all today.

You were literally finished checking out your items.

But no. The world must really hate you.

The way your heart shattered when you heard that laugh. As you saw those brown locks of hair.

Chris.

And you heard the female laughter following. That golden brown hair. Those deep, crisp, green eyes. That girl.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move. At all. Who is she? Why do I feel like this? You couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

And the next thing you knew, they were right in front of you. “Oh hey y/n!” You heard Chris’s voice. You couldn’t utter a word.

You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t feel you couldn’t speak. Are you alright? He asked. Are you okay?

I can’t do this. You finally snapped back to reality, and you ran. You ran right out of that store. You couldn’t turn back.

He had ignored you for almost a week and a half. Hadn’t picked up any of your calls. And now suddenly acting like he cares? You couldn’t do this.

You cried as soon as you got home.

___---___---___---___---___---___---___ What time is it? Was your first thought as you woke up. You rubbed your eyes. Sighed. You needed to relax.

You grabbed your phone, a blanket, and snacks from your kitchen, and made your way to the living room.

10 things I hate about you. Thats what you decided to put.

You wrapped the blanket around yourself, its warmth covering you, protecting you, keeping you safe. Why can’t they be Chris’s arms.

You were about halfway into the movie and on your third bowl of popcorn when you heard a knock on the door. You sighed, not wanting to get up.

The knocks wouldn’t stop, so you forced yourself to answer it.

“What are you doing here,” you asked. Where’s your new girl? You wanted to ask. Why haven’t you broken up with me?

“I wanted to see if you were alright.” he said.

“You wanted to see if I was okay?” you could feel your voice rising.

“Oh Chris I’ve been great. I’ve just been ignored for a whole week by my boyfriend, not to mention that he’s been hasn’t been answering my texts of calls, and hanging out with some girl I don’t even know?”

You were crying at this point. “So yeah Chris. I’ve been doing great.” He was silent for a moment, his eyes showing pure heartbreak.

You couldn’t. You completely broke down. Sobbing.

Chris knew you didn’t like crying. That’s why he was so shocked. It broke his heart that he made you feel this way.

He pulled you into a hug, murmuring soft, reassuring words into your ear. “Shhh, you're alright pretty girl. Don’t cry. Please.” his voice cracked on the last word.

Once you had calmed down a bit, both of you took a seat on the couch.

“10 things I hate about you,” he said. “That’s always been your comfort movie.” You nodded your head.

A few moments passed. “Look y/n, I owe an apology. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out in what feels like forever.” he sighed. “What about that girl?” you asked.

That’s what was bothering you the most.

“Yeah um, she's the reason. Ally. She was one of my best friends in middle school, and she surprised me by showing up out of nowhere. She moved away right before high school- before we even met. I was just happy to see her when she came. She has a boyfriend, you know.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage with a voice crack. “I-I’m so sorry.” Guilty guilty I feel so guilty.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, many more following. For the second time, Chris pulled me into a hug, kissing my hair and rubbing my back. “It’s not your fault pretty girl. Don’t cry. I promise you.”

His touch leaves a trail of butterflies on my skin. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, my sweet girl. I promise you that won’t happen again.”

You sniffled as you hugged him burying your face into the crook of his neck. He suddenly picked you up bridal style. “Lets get you showered and ready for bed, yeah?”

You nodded your head. “Chris I love you.”

He looked down at you and smiled at me. “I love you too baby.”

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starhvney · 6 months ago

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet garroth x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and garroth ended up taking on the caretaker roles in your friend group as you all settled into your rental house. while everyone divided into rooms and claimed their rooms for the night, you two were the last ones to go to sleep only to realize… there was only one bed left.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: one-bed trope, fluff, best friends with feelings

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: i’m biting my keyboard rocking back and forth in my chair

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

salty sea air hits your face as you step out of the beachside convenience store, a few bags in hand with the essentials that a few of your friends forgot to pack on your trip. you had all just landed on the island a couple of hours ago, brains foggy and eyes droopy from the long day of travel—both by car and flight.

garroth—the ever-caring friend—had offered to come along with you to your trip to the store, claiming he wanted to help and he wanted to take a good look around the island while he was at it. he hasn’t done much looking around, you realized, as his ocean-colored eyes followed you the whole time and his legs carried himself right behind you wherever you walked.

you brushed it off as his protective nature in a new environment mixed with the jet lag and sleepiness you both fought off. you couldn’t brush off the sickly giddiness you felt, however, anytime his hands brushed against you. from trailing along your back as he guided you forward, or holding your arm back as he offered to carry something for you instead, something in your chest screamed for you to read between the lines and decipher his actions as feelings for you that were deeper than friendship.

shaking off your thoughts, you're glad that the orange glow the sun cast across the both of you gave an excuse for the heat rising in your face. as the two of you walk on the sidewalk that's paved a distance from the shoreline, you slow your steps to watch the sun disappear beneath the ocean. the sky grows dimmer, but it leaves a peaceful pink and blue haze in the air.

you wonder if garroth was enjoying the scenery as much as you were, turning to him with excitement for the vacation ahead. you almost freeze in place when you realize his eyes are already trained on you, lips spread into a soft smile on his face. the small amount of sun exposure he had already gained in the small few hours made him glow, his even skin tone and bright golden hair still embodying the sun even as it left for the night.

“are you excited?” he asks, head tilting and the loose curls he had begun to grow out brushing along his full lashes.

“yeah!” you smile, shoulders shrugging up as you turn and close your eyes, breathing in the salty warm breeze that warms your skin. “it’s beautiful here, isn’t it? aren’t you excited?”

“of course. the view is stunning.”

“are you gonna go surfing?” you turn back to him, watching as his eyes dart from you back out to the darkening scenery.

he grins, wrinkling his nose as if it were obvious. “every day. you’re gonna try it with me right?”

you sigh, remembering the promise you made him as everyone was giddily making plans a few months ago.

“yes, i’ll try. i can’t promise i’ll be good at it.”

“you’ll do amazing. and,” he raises his eyebrows and hand, giving you an all-business face as he strikes a deal. “i’ll do whatever you want me to try out too.”

“even if i said i wanted to try hula dancing?”

“oh yeah, i’ll be in a grass skirt right away.”

you two burst out in laughter, wrapping your pinkies around the other in promise and slowly making your way back to the rental house, chatting about whatever else came to mind. by the time you were back, the house was just as dark on the inside as it had gotten outside—and not one of your friends’ voices could be heard.

“they must’ve crashed out already,” garroth yawns, placing the cold goods into the fridge and lazily placing the other goods you two bought on the counter. “i’m not too far off.”

you nod, contagiously catching his yawn as you stretch out your limbs. glancing over you notice that your and garroth’s bags are the only ones left haphazardly by the entryway, left for you two to fend for a place to sleep by yourselves.

“well, i guess we should check to see where our beds are,” you whisper, quietly beginning to make your way up the stairs after lifting both of your suitcases and bags up with a struggle.

“excuse me,” he whispers back in offense, snatching the items back with a shake of his head as he follows behind you.

you two quietly go from room to room, finding that everyone has taken up every space to sleep but one full bed. the two of you awkwardly stand beside it, your tired brains slowly trying to come up with a solution. you look at garroth in confusion as he grabs a pillow off the bed, turning to make his way out of the room.

“where are you going?” you ask, cringing at how disappointed your tone sounded as you grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“to sleep on the couch,” he says, as if it was obvious he’d choose that option in the first place rather than disrespect your honor.

“what? no—“ you protest, only to be cut off by him.

“well i’m not letting you sleep on the couch, so don’t even try that.”

he goes to move again, once again stopped as you stumble along with him, hand still firmly on his bicep.

“you’ll be uncomfortable. the living room is cold.”

“...then i’ll sleep on the floor in here,” he sighs, not following your hints.

“just share the bed with me.”

his whole body tenses, his eyes darting to stare down at you in purely veiled shock and shy embarrassment. after a moment, his hand comes to rub frustratingly at his face, a low groan of your name leaving his lips.

“what?” you question, ears and cheeks burning at your boldness. “we’ve been friends for a long time… it’s not a big deal.”

he stares down at you for a moment longer, eyes stormed over in thoughts and eyebrows furrowed.

“it’s not a big deal? you’d share a bed with any guy you’re close friends with?” he asks. he sounds much more concerned than accusatory, though there was a certain twinge of irritation you couldn’t quite place.

“well no… i didn’t say that,” you inhale. “it’s not like i have to worry about—i just mean that it’s you. i feel comfortable with you.”

he sighs into his hand again, looking back at the bed before tossing the pillow onto it as he gives in to your insistent tone.

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

the two of you go off to change into something more comfortable, both settling in on separate sides of the bed. the mattress suddenly felt much smaller than it looked, the warmth from garroth’s body warming the sheets and small amount of space between you. it almost felt like the inches separating your skin was sending electric shockwaves into your nervous system, making your heart thud uncontrollably against your rib cage.

“we’ll have to figure out a sleeping arrangement with everyone in the morning,” he whispers, the deep and smooth timber of his quiet tone literally sending vibrations into your side.

you ignore the disappointed twang in your chest at his words, selfishly hoping you could continue to spend the whole vacation near the cuddly blonde next to you.

“yeah, it’ll work out. goodnight, garroth.”

“…goodnight.”

the exhaustion sets in, and you fall into a deep sleep that lasts until the warm morning sun rays coming through the window shine against your closed eyelids.

you don’t recall the last time you slept so good. your bones and joints felt warm, like you had been wrapped in a marshmallow to sleep in all night. you weren’t far off on your comparison when you realize your head was snugly tucked into garroth’s neck, cheek comfortably smushed against the relaxed, thick muscles of his arm. his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in firmly against him.

you can distantly hear the chirping of tropical birds and the waves crashing against the shore, the noise along with the warm body next to you attempting to lull you back to sleep.

you almost rejoice in the moment before realizing this predicament would most definitely be used against you by your friends—the very ones that you can hear shuffling around the house as they wake up for the day.

before you could attempt to wriggle yourself out of the mess you were very tightly caught in—the door to the bedroom cracks open, small murmurs following from behind it. you freeze, automatically playing dead when you hear small shuffles against the tile floor.

“i don’t know where they ended up sleep—oh!” you hear aphmau stutter, before whisper-shouting nana’s name.

nana shuffles in behind her, a dragged-out and high-pitched whisper of awe leaving her lips as they gaze at the two of you in the bed. they begin to whisper lower, voices unintelligible as you strain your ears to listen.

you catch a “finally” and a “quick… picture!” in the mix before the flash of a camera shines across your eyelids.

great.

garroth stirs, muscles tensing as a deep sigh leaves his nose. you hear your girl friends dash out of the room, muffled and quiet giggles leaving their lips when the door clicks behind them.

strong hands fiddle with the thin material of your tank top by your back, another sigh ruffling the hair on your head.

“are you awake?” his husky voice shakes you, sending chills across your skin.

you pause for a moment, debating if you should fake unconsciousness or not.

“…yeah.”

you get nothing in return but silence as he seemingly stews in thought to himself, before coming to a conclusion as he firmly pulls you back in, pressing yourselves in a tight embrace. his lips land in your hair, breaths sending shivers down your neck every time he exhales against you.

“garroth…?”

“they already got a picture. what’s a few more minutes like this?”

your heart races in your chest, and as you wonder if garroth can feel its pace you realize that his is doing the same. deciding you can wait just a little longer to address what you now know is a reciprocated feeling, you instead relish in the comforting temperature of his body as you drift off into a lighter sleep.

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kiryoutann · 5 months ago

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Before reading, please check series masterlist to read the warning(s), disclaimer, and to make sure you’re on the right chapter. Minors do NOT interact.

WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD, the world was a small, uncomplicated place. Mom and Dad don't have much money to travel abroad and their jobs only allow for little leisure, so the furthest vacation spot is a beach four hours' drive from your home city. School fills your days with lessons, friends, and the promise of weekend sleepovers. Every day, you stroll down the same street and greet your neighbors by name. Happiness was as close as your mother's freshly baked blueberry pie.

But now? When your world becomes wider and the reach of your hand becomes longer, it seems that happiness finds further hiding places. It grieves you that childhood was too brief; that bubble of safety from the world's woes and tribulations burst before you could even appreciate it.

The five-year-old you looked in the mirror, twisting your tiny feet to see the new shoes from all angles. Despite your repeated protests that you preferred the blue one, your mother purchased the bright pink one—she said it matched her favorite dress, and mother knows best, so you don't have to bother thinking about what you wanted. You shrugged to yourself; at least it's better than your old one.

Walking down the hall, you found your father. He's not in his usual play clothes – he's dressed for work, eyes crinkling as he smiles. "My little princess, you look so pretty!"

You beamed at his praise, chubby cheeks glowing. Nothing makes your heart sing like Dad's smile. You spin around like a princess in a fairy tale, showing off your shoes by stomping gently on the wooden surface.

“Mom bought it for me. It's not blue, but I like it!”

Dad chuckled. “Well, at least she spent my money on my favorite girl.”

Your mother emerged from the kitchen, your lunch bag in hand. “I saw them on sale at the store and just knew they'd be perfect for school,” she says proudly. Your father turned to you, opening his mouth to say something but, Mother interrupted. “We'd better get going or she'll be late for class.”

Dad sighs, mumbling a “yes, I know,” and kneels to sweep you into a tight hug. Your secret handshake is special – finger guns with “pew pew” noises, then knuckles bumping before more hugs and kisses. Your mother rolled her fondly eyes. “You two are always conspiring, sharing your little secrets. Now say goodbye, Daddy has to get to work."

You dislike it when Dad has to leave for work—in fact, you prefer him to Mom. But, Mom said he had to go or else there would be no food on the table for dinner; Besides, Daddy will definitely come back home and you can play with him again. You waved, forcing a smile to look as happy as possible.

"Bye, Daddy!"

"See you soon, princess." With a wave of his hand, your father answered and vanished behind the wooden door.

As Daddy's car pulls away from the curb, you hear Mom walking over to where the car keys are kept. You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, but that strange tightness in your chest persists—one that usually occurs when it's just Mom and you. She opened the door and told you to go to the car. You followed her in silence, eyes fixed on the pattern on your new pink shoes.

Sliding into the backseat, you peer out the window. The car engine started, and the radio played the same playlist. You watch the buildings and trees move backward. Mom glances at you in the rearview mirror and corrects you about your slumped posture, saying it's an ugly look for a young lady. You sat up straight in your chair and muttered an apology. Satisfied, your mother returned her attention to the road.

Secretly, you wish it could be your dad driving you to school instead. He's more fun, telling silly stories to make you laugh, and doesn't mind your messy crayons or clothes that don't match perfectly. Your mother always finds fault with anything that is unclean or out of place.

Looking up at the clear sky, you hope the sun will soon be above, indicating that lunchtime is approaching. Lunchtime means it's a few hours until sundown, and dinner will soon be served. You want to quickly see Dad and hear whatever stories he has during the day—that is, if he comes home. Lately, work has been keeping him from home more and more. However, if he's too busy, then tomorrow will do—Sunday sounds fun. He never missed a Sunday with you.

The weekend comes quickly, and you can barely contain your excitement when Dad takes you to the park Sunday morning. You walk hand in hand down the busy sidewalk, you chat a mile a minute about school. Laughter and barking greeted you both.

A fluffy golden retriever catches your eye, and you tug Daddy's hand, pointing excitedly. “Can we get a puppy, Daddy? Please? I'd take such good care of it, I promise!”

Your father chuckled, then shook his head. “You know how your mother feels about furry friends making a mess in the house.”

Disappointed, you scruff your shoes in the dirt. Dad never refuses what you want, no matter how ridiculous it is, unless it contradicts Mom. Unfortunately, the majority of what you desire is always something your mother despises. You continue walking.

Then he points – an ice cream cart! “Can I have one?” You ask, only to remember. "Mom said no sweets before dinner."

Dad crouches to meet your downcast eyes. “But Mom's not here. And you and me, we're partners in crime, right? I won't tell if you won't. What do you say we keep our sweet treat just between us?”

Gasping for joy, bubbles of laughter escaped your lips. "Okay!" Dad got you cones, of course, chocolate ones, and you swung your clasped hands and gawked at all the colorful, melted options. There's no better way to spend a Sunday than taking a stroll with Dad in the sunshine.

Monday night, however, was spent with you lying in bed with a fever ravaging your little body. Through the haze, you hear raised voices carrying down the hall—Mom scolding Dad for letting you have that ice cream.

“I can't believe you disobeyed me, Peter! One ice cream and now she's sick as a dog.” Her shrill voice pierces your pounding head.

“C'mon Anna, the girl's allowed a treat now and then.” Dad's calmer rumble does little to quell your mother's fury.

“If you'd listened to me from the start, this never would've happened. But you always think you know best.” Their arguing grows more heated, and you curl into a tight ball, wishing you could disappear.

Your mother's booming footsteps grew farther away as their conversations ceased. You open your eyes. When your door creaks and you turn around, the light from the corridor peeks through a tiny opening, and your father's form fills the frame. He sits next to you with a strained, contrite expression on his face.

“Hey, honey,” he started. “I'm sorry our secret got out. Mom's just worried about you being sick.”

You try to smile, though it comes out as more of a grimace. “S’okay, Daddy.” You said, and he stroked your damp hair tenderly; concern etched deep.

“Jesus, you're burning up. How about a story to take your mind off feeling bad?”

As if on cue, you remember – “The Nutcracker, please!”

With a kind grin, your father got up to get the cherished book. He takes a seat next to you, acts puzzled as he flips through a book and clears his throat.

"Now let's see, how did this story go again?" You chuckled at his attempt to divert your attention from your fever.

Soon later, he starts reading aloud with a low, comfortable voice. Sometimes, he stumbles over long words or loses his place, but each time he simply smiles sheepishly before continuing on. His favorite part is the dialogue, as he frequently adopts a different voice to portray different characters. You find yourself entranced, following each magical adventure.

For a little while, you can forget about the uncomfortable heat covering your body and Mom's angry shouts. In these quiet moments with your father, nothing else matters but his gentle company. In this once kinder world, he is still your father and you are still his favorite daughter—his one and only. Even if getting an ice cream is what makes you sick, you would do it all over again just to share this time with him.

By the story's end, your eyelids grow heavy enough, but not quite heavy. Dad chuckled, closing the book. “Still awake, little love? You must be feeling better.”

Your lips curve into a smile, glazed eyes glistening as flushed cheeks rise. “Mom signed me up for ballet classes,” you mumble sleepily.

A gasp escaped his lips, his forehead shot upwards emphasizing the already existing wrinkles. He looked at you with irises the same color as yours. You chuckle from his reaction, but your smile fades when his features swim and blur before you like figures in a dream. His gaze was always so kind, looks darker than you recall. Stubble shadows his jaw. When he smiles now, it doesn't reach as far.

He said your name—but it sounded foreign, it felt wrong. Why can't you see him clearly anymore?

“My little princess, you’re going to be the greatest ballet dancer the world has ever seen.” You wanted to answer, to hold this moment with him forever; but heavy eyelids won the battle and ultimately dragged you down. As the darkness enveloped you, Dad's hazy face was the last thing on your mind.

Thin curtains block the dreary morning light as you begin your daily ritual of waking up. The city has just woken up below; fog still hangs on the streets of London as you pad barefoot to the kitchen, the hardwood cold under your feet.

Filling the kettle, you set it to boil and retrieve your favorite chipped mug from the shelf. Your hand reaches for a packet of instant grounds—two scoops of it go inside, followed by a splash of cream. After lifting the whistling kettle, you poured in the boiling water slowly before taking a tea spoon to stir. The sound of the drizzle striking the glass was amplified by the apartment's quiet, and a small clink! sound is added each time your spoon meets your porcelain mug.

Lifting the mug, you breathe deep its comforting aroma before taking a careful sip, sighing as warmth spreads through your body. Coffee in hand, you turn to the task of packing your bag, put the essentials: water bottle, warm up shorts, warm up sweater, leg warmers, two pointe shoes, skirts, and a pouch containing deodorant, hair spray, comb, pins , and band aids.

Feeling quite satisfied, you finish your coffee and rinse the mug before leaving it to dry. You go shower and do your skincare routine. Pulling out your clothes drawer, you retrieve the leotard and tights, sliding the familiar fabrics over still-damp limbs.

Before the full-length mirror, you start to stretch. First position – feet turned out, heels together, arms graceful at your sides. Middle split – breathe in, reach for your toes, feel the burn in your thighs. Forward fold, palms flat on the floor, spine lengthening. After feeling warmed up for the day, you slowly got up and grabbed your bag towards the door.

The city was already starting to get busy, with the hustle and bustle of commuters making their way to work. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and brewing coffee wafting through the air. You quickened your footsteps on the cobblestone streets.

When the train door opens, you rush out, clutching your bag tight. Racing up the stairs, you burst through the exit and meet the cold air from the rain. You rubbed your hands against your arms in a desperate attempt to warm yourself. Overhead, heavy clouds hung low. You set off down the sidewalk at a brisk pace.

But, as your building comes into view, you slow down—memories from last night fill your head. It was just here—under the awnings of that little café—that you first took shelter from the rain with him.

Simon. His name whispers through your mind like fog swirling around lampposts. If only the place was still open, maybe you would come in for a sweet warm drink instead of that crowded pub. Must've been nice, you think—it must've been nice to chat between sweets, enveloped in comfort that stretches time to be longer. Maybe he won't be so guarded and you'll get more than a name and a job—a promise to meet tomorrow at breakfast, for example.

Realizing you had completely stopped walking, you shook your head as embarrassment settled on your cheeks. Why do you dwell on such fantasies? Despite his kindness, Simon is just a stranger with just a name, one of many faces in this city that you will never meet again.

With a sigh, you continued your walk and disappeared behind the large doors of the opera.

The heavy doors creaked open as you pushed inside, warmth enveloping your cold body. Long hallway echoed with the conversation of the dancers who had arrived, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor while exchanging a joke or two with each other. You turn into the dressing room. Hanging up your coat, you saw a familiar sight—girls chatting and gossiping as they got ready.

You sat down at one of the dressers, placing your duffel bag at your feet. The sound of a zipper being opened sounded in the air; you bent down and reached for your pouch. Then, you pull out your trusty lip balm before applying it to your lips and gently massaging in the colorless formula.

Just then, a girl came and stopped at the door frame, panting. “It's up! The casting announcement is on the board!”

Squeals of excitement and joy were heard as they rushed to see who got what role. You hurriedly closed your balm, returned it to the pouch before getting up from the chair following the others. They had gathered at the end of the hall, jostling to see a piece of paper stuck to the board.

Air fills your lungs slowly when you inhale. It felt like your hammering heart was going to drop to your stomach as your legs started to swing. The pessimistic side of you says to turn around—why bother? It said tauntingly, you know which role you ended up having. But the hopeful side—the little girl still full of dreams stored somewhere in your ribs—insisted on peering and feeling.

As you stepped into the crowd of dancers, they turned around and some started smiling at you. One of them, Jasmine, approached you after calling your name.

“You did it! You got the role!”

As she hugged you, you scanned down the long list. Your eyes freeze on the main role. The Swan Queen. Beside it is printed in big black letters, your name. The Swan Queen.

You detach yourself from Jasmine's embrace, muttering excuses as you flee down the hall to the toilet. Step by step opening each stall to make sure the space is totally empty, you then lock yourself in one of them and sink into the closed toilet lid. Your mind is racing with a plethora of feelings as your eyes are fixed on the sections of tile plaque.

Joy, pride, disbelief... But underneath it all lies a hollow ache you can't place. Why? Isn't this what you've always wanted, to to become more than just another dancer in the group, to stop at precisely the thirteenth, and somehow take on the role of the Swan Queen—the one who shines the most on stage? Perhaps it's the self-conscious part of you, believing that the director must have made a mistake and mistook you for someone else.

Or perhaps this emptiness was once occupied by the never-ending quest for approval. In truth, that person no longer exists; you have no one left to tell this good news to. The chairs in the crowd were empty.

The cost of keeping everyone at a distance, indeed.

You clutch on your leotard, the fabric wrinkling in your tight grip. Gazing up at the ceiling and inhaling again, you make the decision to push up on unsteady legs and get out of the stall.

The hallway seems louder than before. Every footstep and whisper amplified in your mind, eyes tracking you as you pass—all judging, wondering. A flush creeps up your neck. You speed up your steps, hoping to quickly get out from under their scrutinizing gaze. However, no matter how hard you try, your ears cannot be deafened by the snatches of hushed conversation that follow.

“Can't believe they chose her; she's so soulless on stage.” Your throat constricts, and your hands are clenched into pale fists.

Claudine's piercing stare cuts through the crowd as your eyes meet. She rakes her gaze over you slowly, as if trying to decipher what the director found so special. You lowered your eyes, hurriedly passing to the safety of the empty dressing room. Grabbing your bag with shaky hands, you flee once more to the practice studio, desperate to lose their judgment.

The studio door's knob turned, and as you pushed slightly to get a glimpse inside, the hinges creaked. With the coach and pianist, the director was engaged in a serious discussion. He gives you a quick glance and gestures for you to enter.

“(Y/N), it's so wonderful to have you here. I know this role is in excellent hands with you.” His kind words did little to calm your fraying nerves, but you took the crumbs of his appreciation.

More dancers arrive behind you, their excited chatter filling the hallway. Risking a glance over your shoulder, you catch sight of familiar faces: Jasmine, Sophia, Eloise, long-faced Marie—surely she's not used to not being the main star, and you feel like you've taken her place even though you're not good enough. You swallow hard and turn back, placing your duffel bag in the studio's corner.

The director clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “Bravo to each of you for earning these coveted roles through your talent and dedication. Now, let us begin our work to bring Tchaikovsky's magic to life for our audiences. Places everyone, we'll start from the beginning!”

Your shoulders rise as you inhale a deep breath. Swan Lake. First time becoming the Swan Queen.

Does the director know that his gaze carries a heavy weight? The more sighs he lets out, the more you suffocate, as if the air has been tainted with butane and you've reached the vertigo stage. His eyes followed your every move, but it was his lips that showed dissatisfaction. Something isn't up to his expectations, and it's not the techniques and poses your ballet teacher has been drilling you in since childhood. You are deficient in something that you are unaware of.

The director calls to a halt, praising and giving notes to the other dancers before turning to you. You brace yourself with a deep breath.

“Your technique is truly flawless as always. But I wonder, could you try injecting just a bit more... feeling?” he began. “You portray her innocence and loneliness beautifully. But what is missing is the glimmer of hope she finds in Prince Siegfried's promise to free her.”

Hope? The girl had lived most of her life as a swan; what silly hope did she still have and seek in a man? As if their hearts have the ability to keep a promise. Swan Lake wouldn't be Swan Lake without the prince declaring his love for another woman and Odette jumping off the cliff from the realization that her dreams had ended in vain. Is it not more fitting that she feels only emptiness—the result of years of loneliness leeching any warmth or longing from her soul?

You tell yourself that, if not merely to cover up your poor performance. The director is many years older than you and has directed and seen many ballets throughout his life. If anyone knows how to bring a character to life, it's him.

It begs the question, though, of whether a cursed being like her seems capable of wishing for miracles or fairy tale things like love. Can a withered flower, beaten down by countless rains, still hold the memory of the sun in its crumpled petals?

“I'll do better.” You said.

The director gives a pitying smile; you felt small beneath him. “Good.” Then raising his voice, “Well done everyone today. Let's call it a day and start again tomorrow fresh!"

Snatching up your bag, you rush towards the exit before anyone can speak to you. With your head down, you push through the doors and into the night. Breathing in trembling, you let your legs carry you down the well-known pavement. The sights and sounds of bustling London blur around you.

You shouldn't have believed that girl. You shouldn't have given that dreamy girl the chance to lead a version of herself that has grown far beyond her—because you know her judgment means nothing, just a limited view of the world through rose-tinted glasses. She is that way because a liar once said that she would make a great ballet dancer, and she stuck to it like a devoted disciple to the words of her God.

It was stupid, perhaps a misplaced self-confidence. With your every step, the negative voices in your mind grow louder, jeering relentlessly at your foolishness. This was a mistake from the start. As if you could ever do Odette justice. Best tell him you're stepping down; let Claudine or Marie have the role they deserve. Your heart is heavy, weighing you down to the floor.

You almost pass by without noticing, but there, through the haze, glows the warm orange light of that pub. The one Simon and you ducked into that stormy night, where you shared pleasantries over pints of bitter. As you watch the door open and close for the newcomers, you halt.

You're not sure which Satan incited. But when you push open the pub door, warmth immediately envelopes you, scents of ale and smoke mingling with the bustle of chatter. A lively folk tune played on the sound system as patrons laughed together in the booths and around the bar. Steeling yourself, you approached awkwardly.

The bartender looked up, his eyes widening briefly before his lips curved into a flirtatious smile. "Well hello gorgeous, what can I get for ya?"

Warmth floods your cheeks and you shift from foot to foot. “Um, do you have anything non-alcoholic?” You said, awkward voice breaking easily. Why did you come in here again?

He raised an eyebrow but maintained a friendly smile. “Sure do, love. Give me a mo.” As he turns around to prepare your drink, you glance around helplessly.

Faces blurred in the dim light—all engaged in lively conversation. You sit alone at the bar like you're waiting for a friend while watching everyone else meet theirs. A feeling of loneliness overtakes you – what were you thinking coming here?

Bartender returns, sliding your drink across with a wink. “On the house. Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?”

Giving a mumbled thanks, you take a sip acting busy. As you sit alone nursing your drink, you believe you understand why. Deep down, beneath all the self-doubt and shame, is a glimmer of truth you loath to admit – you desperately seek companionship, if only for a moment.

And the only person close enough for you to consider a friend is a masked stranger you will never see again. That's pathetic; you're pathetic. Clinging to the irrational part to watch Simon walk through that door. He claims he's a regular here—his “I'm here often enough” seems to make you hold out for the chance of running into him again.

Twenty minutes pass in a haze, and Simon still hasn't appeared. Maybe he's not a regular after all. You finally glance at your phone—it's time for your usual subway.

Signaling the bartender, you place some cash on the bar as a tip. “Thanks again,” you murmur, then gather your coat and slip out into the chill night.

“Sorry,” you mumble when you bump into a figure about to enter.

“No worries, love,” a British-accented voice replies smoothly, and you glance up, thinking it's someone. A stranger—tall, broad shoulders, but not Simon. Perfectly coiffed hair and skin as smooth as porcelain. He shot a charming smile at you. “Off somewhere?”

Instantly on alert, your eyes start looking for a way to get away from him. “Just heading home, thanks.”

Making a sidestep, his arms extended to block your path. Your mind's alarm goes off. His gaze burned as it swept over you, lingering in places it had no right to be before he licked his lips. You felt a cold sweat run down your back.

“Don't be like that, darling. I just want to chat. Buy you a drink, maybe?” His smile grows, and the sick glint in his eyes shows how much it amuses him to see you trembling.

“Sorry, I—”

“I believe the lady said she’s not interested, mate.”

A gruff, familiar voice cuts through the haze. You whip your head around to see Simon standing there. His face is half obscured by his black mask, but you'll recognize that steel gaze everywhere. For some reason, your heart gradually calms down in your ribs.

“And who the fuck are you?” the other asked angrily, puffing up his chest. A daring move, you think. His too-tight t-shirt reveals his consistent gym muscles, but if Simon is his opponent, you can be sure he's no match.

“Just not a fan of creeps harassing women. Now do yourself a favor and fuck off before I make you.” Simon threatened.

The color drains from the guy's face when he sees Simon's seriousness. He walked away, swallowing his wounded pride with a huff. The pressure recedes from your rigid frame as you watch the figure leave before turning to Simon.

"You hurt at all?" he asked, doing a scan of you to check for himself.

You shake your head, then manage a shaky “No, I'm fine. Thank you.”

Simon looked at you, then looked behind you towards the pub. When he turns back to you, his eyebrows raise slightly questioningly.

“You were in there your own?”

The warmth from his question traveled across your cheeks, striking a contrast with the night breeze. You didn't dare to meet his eyes, choosing to settle on your shoes instead. Despite having come here just to meet him, feeling under his judgment is like getting a shot of adrenaline into your legs—so much so that you want to run to get away from him.

“I, um…” Words fail you beneath your embarrassment.

How pathetic you must look—a lone girl nursing a drink with no companions, seeking solace in other people's conversations. You can't, however, just reveal your total lack of friends. Your mind searched frantically for a convincing reason.

“Just… needed to clear my head after a long day of practice. Thought the atmosphere might help.”

Even to your own ears, the lie falls flat. You didn't know if Simon noticed. Though you're pitiful, he doesn't furrow his brow or look at you that way. He asks no questions at all, not even about poor attempts at lying, and he doesn't press people on matters they would rather leave unsaid. Simon doesn't pry; you think that's his good quality.

Simon looked up at the dark sky instead. “Getting late, this is. I'll walk you to the tube.” He nodded, gesturing down the empty sidewalk.

Thick clouds rolled low. The two of you make your way towards the subway station, passing one by one the buildings constructed from buff-colored brick. Simon is striding beside you, his long legs eating up the pavement with ease. Secretly, you steal glances at his broad figure against the lamplight. Your eyes follow the line of his shoulders under his leather jacket—the way it molds into muscular arms.

This is different from your first meeting. There's no need now for nervous small talk to fill the quiet; you're not much of a talker, and Simon also finds more peace in silence.

Simon's presence feels more companionable than awkward. Warmth bloomed in your ribs as your lips curled into a small smile before it disappeared again. You both walk in wordless sync before you become bored and break it.

“I didn't really expect to see you again.”

Simon glances down at you, his brows quirking questioningly. Did you sound ungrateful? You rush to explain. “I mean, it was all like a chance thing, running into each other like that. Figured it was just... a one-time thing, you know?”

He thought about your words for a moment. “Funny how things work out sometimes.”

Up ahead, the glow of the station sign begins to appear. You bit the inside of your cheek as you slowly slowed down your pace, but you made sure it was unnoticeable. Your journey's end draws near, but you hope this togetherness can last longer.

Summoning your courage, you try, “Were you meeting someone at the pub? Before…” Your words trail off, but he seems to understand.

“Nah, wasn't meeting anyone,” he said casually. “Just fancied a drink, is all.”

You nodded, acting satisfied, but actually feeling a little disappointed. It seemed that he was in fact a frequent visitor, coming and going on any given evening; it was just for a drink, like before he met you. Meanwhile, you cling to the prospect of another chance to meet like a lifeline. As the station came into full view, your eyes fell, brewing more embarrassment and desperation in your stomach. Maybe he has someone waiting for him. What were you thinking, letting yourself hope?

Yet, though small, the rebellious part of you refuses to let this end.

"What do you usually drink?" You ask again, grasping for any excuse to extend your time, no matter how little.

“Bourbon,” he replied gruffly. “Kentucky, usually. Good drop.”

Twenty-three years old, but this discussion is still foreign territory for you. Your fingers can count the few times you've tasted alcohol—each occasion marred by your mother's voice in your head, warning of its evil. It's rather comical, considering how it once became her loyal companion for several years—that damned thing became the only thing she looked for after coming home from work and gulping it down flat on the living room sofa to dull her broken heart. You cannot yet judge her as a hypocrite or someone who has learned from her mistakes. As if a single glass would transform you into some fallen woman. It was always all or nothing with her; there was no concept of moderation.

Such inhibitions are not for Simon, though. A man of the world who has seen and done things that you could scarcely fathom. For him, a pint after work is as regular as taking a breath.

All too soon, you reach the stairs leading down to the station entrance. Your feet stopped when he did. Turning your body to face him, you gathered your courage and looked up. His eyes meet yours, and you see him about to open his mouth behind his surgical mask. No, you can't bear to hear that final goodbye.

“Do you..” You started. “Like anything else to drink, besides bourbon? I probably have… something at my place.”

There was a change in his gaze before he returned to his usual guarded gaze. Your cheeks screamed on fire at the implication that you didn't quite mean to make. Such an invitation should be the last thing a girl like you offers to a stranger she's only met twice, particularly at this hour. To your defense, though, he's now an acquaintance, and desperation influences people to do the unthinkable. The nights are getting colder and your lonely apartment won't do.

It seems that your question surprised him too. Simon scanned your face carefully before releasing the tension.

“Tea.”

When Simon replies with a single gruff word, you can't help but smile, ducking your head to hide it behind loose tendrils of hair. Lifting your eyes once more, you find him staring at you. Two people engaging in a silent game of deciphering, each trying to unravel the secrets of the other piece by piece.

“Tea,” you repeat softly, as if savoring the taste of the word.

Fingers twisting together, you steel your nerves before turning toward the stairs to lead the way down. You hear his footsteps fall solidly behind you. Not daring to look back out of fear that this dream will shatter, you mentally urge your feet faster.

At the platform's edge, mist curls between the rails like grasping fingers. Simon was standing right next to you. Slowly, the lights of an approaching train emerge, growing brighter by the second. With a weary hiss, the sliding doors open in front of you in welcome. You turned to Simon, then stepped aboard, and he followed, as you already knew.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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I don’t want you like a best friend | Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: suggestive themes

"Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

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‘’Are you coming the the Rave’n dance?’’

‘’I don’t have a date.’’

‘’You could go with Xavier?’’ Enid suggested with a knowing grin.

You and Xavier have been best friends since your first year at Nevermore Academy. Being away from home for this long and adjusting to a new environment had been difficult. You missed your family and the comfort of home. Making friends wasn’t your strongest, so you ended up very lonely.

Until you met Xavier. Although he was part of the popular crowd, he preferred solitude. He could spend hours on his own, drawing or painting.

One day, his sketchbook fell out of his bag in botanical class and you were amazed by the close to perfection sketch of your mutual classmate, Ajax. You hadn’t been able to stop the compliment that spilled from your lips. Xavier had smiled, a little shy, and thanked you. The next day, he had made a drawing of you sitting in the courtyard, reading a book.

You never talked to him outside of class…until parents’s weekend. You had been anticipating that day for so long — you missed your parents very dearly —, only to hear from Principal Weems that morning that they would not be coming. Sadness had filled your heart and you ended up crying silently between two shelves at the library.

You weren’t the only student whose parents didn’t come. Some parents, like Xavier’s father, were so busy with their work life that they cared very little about their son’s school event. Unlike you, Xavier didn’t come to cry. He was looking for a book. Except he found you instead.

You spent the whole day together, getting to know each other and talking about anything but your parents and, for the first time in weeks, a smile curled on your lips. Especially when he shared with you his little ability of making his artwork move.

Your friendship tightened over the years, friends turning into best friends. You called each other during summer break, and sometimes visited because September was just too far away. The Thorpe manor was massive and Xavier had his own art studio — which was even bigger than his shed on school grounds.

It was nice to have a friend like him.

But since your last visit, some things changed. Your friendship had developed into deeper feelings — non-platonic feelings. You held back from acting on them because Xavier was freshly broken up with Bianca and hurting. You also didn’t want to be someone’s rebound.

‘’I heard he’s going with Bianca,’’ Wednesday butted in, making Enid narrow her eyes at her.

‘’Only because she asked him,’’ the blonde quickly clarified. ‘’It doesn’t look like they’re getting back together though. Like ever. Xavier’s been very indifferent toward Bianca lately.’’

Enid wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t heard Xavier say Bianca's name in the past two months and you were the second person he spent the most time with — after Ajax. He came to you when he had doubts about the genuineness of their relationships, so he would tell you if he was still into her. Right?

That’s how the plans were made.

‘’That means we’re going dress shopping!’’ Enid grabbed her pink fuzzy backpack, looking at you excitedly. ‘’You need a dress that screams ‘stand back bitches, he’s mine’.’’

There weren't many shops in Jericho, so everyone ended up in the same one. It’s gonna be a miracle if two girls don’t show up in the same dress.

The bell above Hawte Kewture dinged as you and Enid stepped in. ‘’The dance committee is suggesting all white to match with the team, but that’s not gonna fly with us. If you want to catch Xavier’s attention and make him see you as something else than a best friend, you need to stand out.’’

‘’I’m not gonna wear bright pink, if that’s what you’re suggesting.’’

You weren’t afraid of colors like Wednesday, but brighter tones and pastels were Enid’s palette. Not yours.

‘’That’s not what I had in mind. Come.’’

None of the dresses you tried were to your liking. Too much tule, too itchy, too plain. You needed something that would make the whole place shimmer, to quote Enid.

Time passed and, around you, your classmates were all finding their dresses. All except you. Even Enid had found hers — a white number with a fluffy collar and cuffs. You were starting to feel defeated.

A sigh left your lips. I'll never find anythi—’’ You cut yourself, catching a velvet fabric smushed between the tule and sequins. You plucked it from the rack and held it before you.

‘’What about this one?’’

Enid stopped flicking through the dresses and turned to you, approval flashing in her eyes. ‘’Yes! This is the dress,’’ she confirmed, squealing excitedly.

You and Enid were getting ready for the dance in her dorm, both of your makeup bags spilled and mixed up on her bed. It was a complete mess — and will probably be staining her comforter in some places because of a missing cap on a lipstick and a broken highlighter. Sorry, Enid.

‘’If Xavier doesn't kiss you tonight, he is the dumbest guy ever. I mean, look at you. If this doesn’t push him to make a move, someone else will.’’

But I don’t want someone else, you thought to yourself as you applied a light wash of color to your cheeks.

You didn’t want to be that girl, but to your eyes there was only Xavier.

His sweet smile that never fails to make your heart swoon, those pretty green eyes you want to stare into all day, those lips you were dying to kiss and taste. The way only he knows how to make you laugh when you're sad and the warm hugs you never want to break from. He is always real and honest with you, even if his thoughts are sometimes dark. The speckles of paint on his shirts and sometimes on his school uniform — which he always needed your help to clean —, the late nights sneaking in his dorm to talk about everything and nothing.

‘’Y/N! Are you listening?’’

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, thankful for the color on your cheeks covering your natural flush. ‘’Sorry. What did you say?’’

‘’You were thinking about him, were you?’’ Enid teased, grinning like a teenage girl in a rom-com.

‘’I was not thinking about Xavier,’’ you denied.

She scoffed. ‘’Liar.’’ Enid held up two lipsticks, asking for your input. ‘’Should I do red or pink?’’

‘’Pink.’’

When you entered the room of flashing lights and buzzing music, all eyes turned to you.

All except Xavier’s.

His were too busy staring at the layered white tablecloths while Bianca was talking about god knows what. Before him was an empty glass, telling you enough about the fun he was not having.

You bit back a smile, secretly happy to see he was not having fun with his date.

‘’Ohh, look, Xavier’s there,’’ Enid pointed out in the least subtle way, grabbing your arm and looking right in his direction. ‘’He polished up nice.’’

He was wearing an all white suit with a thin black bowtie and his hair was pulled back, showing off his features. You sucked in a breath, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He looked so handsome — gorgeous.

‘’I’m gonna get us some drinks.’’ You tore your eyes from Xavier and went to the table where the punch was. With luck, someone will have spiked it and it’ll give you some liquid courage for later.

As you were filling the second glass with blue smoking punch, someone came up to your side. By the whiff of their cologne, you knew immediately who it was.

‘’I thought you weren’t coming.’’

His eyes raked up and down your body and you held back a smirk. Your plan was working, the dress was working. It was nothing too revealing. You wanted to get Xavier’s attention, not get sent to your room by Principal Weems.

‘’I changed my mind.’’ You grabbed your other drink and handed Xavier the second one. ‘’Yeti-tini?’’

It was for Enid, but oh well.

Xavier accepted it with a soft dimpled smile and brought the glass to his lips. ‘’You look…’’ He swallowed hard and lowered his eyes while searching for his words. ‘’Beautiful.’’ A light flush covered his cheeks, quickly correcting himself. ‘’I mean, you look great.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ You brought your drink to your lips to hide your smile. ‘’Shouldn’t you be with your date? Bianca seems a little lonely.’’

He glanced at Bianca who was sitting alone at a table, swishing her drink in its glass out of boredom, then drew his gaze back to you. ‘’I’m not allowed to come and say ‘hi’ to my best friend?’’

Best friend. You tried not to wince.

Xavier Thorpe was the king of mixed signals. A minute ago, he was complimenting you and looking at you the way a platonic friend wouldn’t, and now he was calling you his best friend. The words hurt like a knife in your chest.

You shifted your eyes to the dancefloor and faked a gasp. ‘’I gotta go. There’s a girl code emergency. Someone is flirting with Enid and she’s giving me the help signal.’’

‘’Oh. Okay. I…I’ll see you later, then.’’

You walked away with your drink and searched for Enid. The night was off to a bad start.

Eventually, you got dragged to the dancefloor. Most songs the DJ was playing were normie modern pop, but you tried to not cringe too much. One would think a school like Nevermore would be into more unorthodox music, but they can’t escape the radio hits.

You were dancing with Enid and Yoko, letting go and having fun between girls when you caught sight of an upset Bianca leaving the dance and Xavier sulking in a chair. Abandoning the girls, you snaked through the crowd of students and made your way to him.

‘’I know you are Nevermore’s tortured artist, but you’re allowed to have fun once in a while. Come dance.’’ You extended your hand, waiting for him to take it.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. ‘’With you?’’

‘’Yes. I promise I won’t step on your feet.’’

He accepted your hand with a sigh and you pulled him to the dancefloor as a better song came up. A sliver of a smile curled on his lips as your back was turned to him, hidden from you.

You swayed close to him, moving your arms, hips and shoulders to the music. Xavier chuckled and followed automatically, dancing as he pleased and fully letting go. He pulled silly moves and even made you twirl, making you both laugh. A perpetual smile etched itself on your face and pieces of hair were coming loose from Xavier's hair tie, forgetting about the people around you.

The music switched to a slow song and you both stood there, not knowing what to do. His eyes flicked down to you, looking at you in a way he never had before. You've never been nervous around Xavier before. He was your comfort person, the only one who you could be unapologetically yourself with. But the way he was looking at you sent nervous butterflies in your stomach.

Your hands shaking from holding back from him. You didn't want him like a best friend anymore. You didn’t want him to touch you like a best friend anymore.

As if he had heard your thoughts, Xavier stepped closer, so close not even a sheet of paper could pass between you. So close you could smell his cologne, a mix of pine notes with a softer undernote. His hands found the courage to rest on your waist, his gentle touch sending electricity through your body. ‘’Is this okay?’’ he asked, gulping as his eyes bore into you, the close proximity making his hands sweaty and causing his heart to pick up.

You nodded. It was more than okay.

‘’Xavier?’’

He hummed, his green eyes shimmering from the mirrorballs hung to the ceiling, reflecting the party lights. You curled your fingers around one of the tails of Xavier’s bowtie, wishing you could undo it and attach your lips to his neck and fastening yourself to him like a stitch.

‘’There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while.’’ He motioned for you to go ahead as you swayed to the slow music. You took a last breath and allowed the words to leave your lips. ‘’I...I don't want us to be friends anymore. I can't keep pretending I'm okay with us being just friends when all I think about when we're together is closing the space between us and kissing you.’’

‘’Like this?’’

Xavier leaned down and when his lips touched yours, all pieces fell into place. You melted into him and slid your hands around his neck, as if you were afraid he would break the kiss and run.

You were both out of breath when you pulled away, eyes filled with desire.

‘’I take back what I said earlier, you look fucking beautiful tonight,’’ Xavier said, his mouth overing over yours. ‘’And that dress— It's killing me.’’ His hands moved up and down your sides while his eyes stalled on the swell over your breasts. He was trying to be respectful with all the chaperon professors around, but his pants were getting a little tight.

There was absolutely no subtlety in the way you and Xavier snuck out of the room to go to his dorm. Your red dress stood out like a sore thumb among all the white.

Your dress hit the floor the moment you made it to Xavier’s dorm and remained there all night. After all, it was the reason you had bought it.

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why can't you see {peeta mellark}

plot: you're peeta's best friend and you've loved him ever since you could remember.

character: peeta mellark x reader

fandom: the hunger games

You sighed as you watched him as his strong arms tensed and flexed as he carried in the sacks of flour for his father. The way he could lift such heavy things without even breaking a slight sweat was impressive, what was even more impressive was that smile. Bright and happy; the exact opposite of everything in District 12.

"Hey, mouse," Peeta grinned, welcoming you as he dumped the bags of flour behind the counter, "What you doing here?" You smiled at the nickname he made for you years and years ago which started when he gave you a fright and you squeaked... like a mouse. Pretty self explanatory. Even now, years later, it still made you smile and sent a flurry of butterflies flying in your stomach.

"I remembered you saying that you were swamped this weekend with baking cakes for the Madge's birthday." Madge was the Mayor's daughter who was the same age as you and Peeta and in the same class too. She was a nice girl, friendly. It was her birthday and her father was sparing no expense. She was throwing a party on Sunday afternoon and the whole class was invited. You and Peeta were going but the order for cupcakes was pretty massive so you decided to come over early Saturday to help.

"You'd help?" Peeta smiled, flashing those big eyes at you, "That would be great, mouse. I'll get everything prepared."

It wasn't uncommon for you to help Peeta's family in the bakery. Usually most weekends you would come help. Peeta's father would always send you home with a fresh loaf of bread in your bag and some pastries for your family. Peeta's mother wasn't aware of the deal you two had but if she asked, Peeta's father would say he burned them or dropped them so they couldn't sell. It also meant that you got to spend more time with Peeta.

You and Peeta had been friends for years - best friends. You spent most of your free time together. Peeta would paint, you would observe or maybe do some writing of your own. He was the nicest person you'd ever met. District 12 didn't have many people like Peeta anymore. District 12 was cold, isolated... sad and so were it's people but not Peeta. Peeta was happy, always seeing the positives and always smiling. He could always make you laugh so who could blame you for falling head over heels in love with him?

You didn't really know when you fell in love with him, maybe you always had been. All you knew was that it was a hopeless cause. Peeta Mellark could never be in love with you for he had forever been in love with Katniss Everdeen.

As the first tray of cupcakes baked in the oven, Peeta began to make the icing. You watched him work, watching as his skilled fingers plucked out the different food colourings to mix the perfect shades of pink, purple and blue.

"Oh," Peeta said, "almost forgot." He wiped his hands on his apron before grabbing a bag from underneath the counter, "From my dad. He," he glanced around, "burned them pretty bad." The two of you shared a secret smile as you dug out two perfectly crisp and baked cheese buns. You inhaled deeply, about to tell Peeta that they were your favourite when he said, "You know, I think Katniss likes these." You stopped, smile falling but quickly caught yourself and smiled, making 'hm?' noise, "Yeah, I made some for Madge's party but some really did get burnt so was selling them dirt cheap and Katniss bought them all... She doesn't ever come in usually but she must love them cause she bought all of them!"

You forced a wide smile, "Amazing, Peeta... Or maybe she just came in to see you?" It killed you to give him hope but you wanted him to be happy even if it wasn't with you. If you got to see him happy then it was all worth it in the end.

Peeta's face lit up, "You- You really think so?" Quickly, his smile fell and hope died, "Nah, I'm- I'm nothing. She wouldn't like me."

"What's not to like?" You asked softly, "You're unlike anyone I've ever met, Peets. You're..." A giant wave of sadness washed over you as you spoke, "You're so kind, always thinking of others. You're so generous and helpful. You would do anything for anyone. You're a great baker so she'd always have lots of treats to eat-" Peeta laughed, "you're handsome, one look at those puppy dog eyes and she'll be weak in the knees."

"You really mean all that?"

"Course I do. Why can't you see yourself the way I see you?" You reached out, wiping flour from his cheek, "You're incredible, Peeta, and if she doesn't see that, it's her damn loss."

"Thanks, mouse," Peeta grinned, wrapping you in a one armed hug. You breathed him in, relishing in his warmth, "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you." You hummed into his shoulder, keeping your fake smile plastered as tears burned at your eyes.

"Yeah..." you whispered, "friend."

#one shot #os #prompt #long prompt #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #the hunger games #the hunger games imagine #imagine #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark x you #thg #thg imagine #thg one shot

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lovetaroandtaemin · 3 months ago

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A Bit of Fun

Jung Sungchan x Reader

Word Count: 3,622

This fic is NSFW! Minors DNI!

Content warnings: Smut (Unprotected sex, some dirty talk, biting, creampie, blowjob), Some angst, Sungchan is a tad possessive at the end, suggestive conversations. If there are any that I missed please let me know!

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this ask that I got a few months ago. I'm so sorry it took so long for this fic to come out, but I hope that you like it if you're the anon that sent the ask! Even if you're not, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Feedback is always appreciated! I also want to add that this fic is not beta read.

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You were starting to regret going shopping with your best friend, Yeji, and her roommate, Miyeon. Yeji was insistent that she needed a new dress for her boyfriend’s party that night. In truth, however, she and Miyeon were trying to help you forget about your ex. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of Donghyuck. The dress that Miyeon had picked out was his favorite color. The shop’s speakers played your song. No matter what it was, every little thing made you think of the man that had broken your heart.

“(Y/N), are you coming to Eunseok’s party tonight?” Miyeon’s question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, I am. I haven’t been out without Donghyuck in a while, it’s gonna be fun.”

“You should try to hook up with somebody,” Yeji interjected, “You know, get over Donghyuck by getting under someone else.”

“Yeji!” you and Miyeon said at the same time.

“What? It’s how I got over Jaemin. Plus, the guy that I ended up hooking up with was Eunseok. And now we’ve been dating for almost a year.”

“I have seen how happy Eunseok makes you,” you said.

“Just please be careful,” Miyeon added. “I know that you really wanna get over Donghyuck, but I don’t want you to get hurt. The guys you used to hook up with didn’t exactly have your best interest at heart.”

“Thanks, Miyeon. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“I really hate to break up this sweet moment of my two best friends bonding, but if you’re going to the party tonight, you should also probably pick a new dress, (Y/N),” Yeji said.

“Good idea, I really wanna catch people’s attention tonight.”

After you picked a dress, Yeji dropped you off at home. As you started to get ready you decided to take Yeji’s advice. Your roommate was out of town for the week, so tonight was the perfect time to try to meet someone to have a little fun with. Hopefully, the extra care you took while doing your hair and makeup would mean that you’d catch the eye of a handsome stranger.

It took you longer than usual to get ready, so when you showed up at Eunseok’s apartment, the party had already started. You never liked being late, but tonight you didn’t mind since it seemed to work in your favor. All eyes were on you, and people liked what they saw. The bright pink dress you had bought earlier hugged your curves perfectly and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Your makeup was simple but still flattered your features. The best part of your look, in your eyes, was your hair. It was styled in loose waves, framing your face.

It wasn’t a handsome stranger that caught your attention at the party. It was someone that you already knew. Well, you kind of knew Sungchan, but the two of you weren’t close. He was the drummer in Eunseok’s band. You had seen him around a lot going to shows with Yeji, but he never usually caught your eye. Tonight, however, he looked too good for you to not be interested. He was dressed casually, but it was obvious that he knew he looked good. His red t-shirt suited him perfectly, and the jeans he was wearing fit him just right. After staring at him for what felt like forever, you decided to walk over and strike up a conversation.

“Hi, Sungchan right? I’m (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you around before, you’re Yeji’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. She actually invited me tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy that she did, you look fucking sexy.”

“You don’t look too bad, yourself. Red is definitely your color.”

“Based on the blush on your cheeks, I’d say that red looks good on you too,” he said with a wink.

You smiled at the compliment and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him to where other people were dancing. You started to sway your hips in time with the song, and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, he was extremely interested in the way you moved. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway with you. It was obvious to anyone that saw the two of you that there was chemistry. He was looking at you like you were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and you were looking at him like nothing else in the world mattered.

After a few songs, his hands found their way to your ass, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Do you like that?” You nodded, and he squeezed gently. The gasp that slipped out of your mouth made Sungchan chuckle.

You decided to return the favor by kissing him with everything you had. He let out a small noise of surprise, and when you pulled away it was your turn to laugh. The smile on his face when you laughed made your heart feel like it was on fire. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. So, you leaned closer and whispered, “We should take this back to my place. I think we’d have a lot more fun there.”

“What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well in that case, let’s go.”

You quickly found Yeji and Miyeon to let them know you were leaving with Sungchan. Yeji cheered, and Miyeon looked worried. You reassured her that you would be safe, and that seemed to make her feel better. Before you knew it you were leading Sungchan to your car, desperate to get home as soon as possible.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with anticipation, especially with Sungchan teasing you as you drove. He made comments about how seeing you so focused on driving was a turn-on, and how he couldn’t wait to see what you had in mind when the two of you got back to your apartment. His hand on your thigh also didn’t help with the arousal between your legs that was almost too much to bear.

When you finally got back to your apartment, you practically dragged Sungchan to your room. Once you were there, however, he took full control. Within seconds he had you pinned to your bed, his lips quickly finding their way to your neck. You let out a small moan, which only egged him on. After a few more minutes of teasing, he pulled away just long enough to admire the small hickeys left along your collarbone before he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips felt like heaven, and you almost felt like you could stay just where you were and be content. Almost. You could feel how hard he was through his pants, and it was starting to drive you crazy. Plus, it had been months since the last time you had been fucked properly.

“Please just do something already,” you whined.

“I am doing something, I’m kissing you.”

“But I want more.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Sungchan pulled your dress off, unhooked your bra, and threw your clothes on the floor, Then he started kissing all over your chest, leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you, but you still wanted more.

“Oh my god, just fuck me already!” you cried out in desperation.

As soon as the words left your mouth, something snapped. Sungchan needed you, and he needed you now. He stood up just long enough to rip clothes off while you made quick work of the little clothing you were still wearing. Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips found their way back to your neck, and he aligned his tip with your pussy.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, lifting his head so the two of you were making eye contact.

“I’m sure. I want you inside me.”

He gently pushed his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling as you threw your head back. It took a moment for Sungchan to adjust to the feeling of your walls around his cock, so for a minute he was still. Then, he grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he started to thrust in and out.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Sungchan’s groans, and skin slapping skin as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure. You had to admit, he was sexy like this. His mouth hung open, allowing you to hear just how you were making him feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “You’re taking it so well, baby.”

You could only moan in response. Something about the way he called you baby turned you on more than it probably should have. This man knew exactly how to drive you crazy, and you loved it.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Based on the fact that you could feel Sungchan’s thrusts getting sloppier, it seemed like his own climax was approaching as well.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, me too,” he said, “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left his mouth he pulled you into a kiss and you felt your orgasm wash over you. Feeling you cum around his cock triggered Sungchan’s orgasm, and all you could think about as you felt him unloading inside you was how badly you wanted him to do it again. You were far too tired for that tonight, however. Once the two of you came down from your highs, he helped you clean up and held you until both of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you were startled to find another person in your bed. Then, you remembered the events of the night before and started to relax. You rolled over and looked at Sungchan as he slept, smiling as you remembered the way he had made you feel the night before. You couldn’t linger, however, since you had plans to get coffee with Yeji and Miyeon in an hour. So, you got up and started to get ready for your day.

Once you were done brushing your teeth, you returned to your room to find Sungchan getting dressed. For a moment you considered looking away, but considering you had seen everything the night before, you weren’t too concerned. When he turned around and saw you, he smiled and said, “What are you looking at?”

“You. Why? Is that a problem?”

“No, I was just gonna ask if you like what you see.”

“Was last night not enough of an indicator that the answer to that is yes?”

“No, it was, I just like hearing you say it.”

You rolled your eyes at that and decided to ask if you could see Sungchan again soon. He happily agreed, handing you his phone so you could put your number in. You sent him a quick text so that he had your number as well, then finished getting ready for coffee with your friends.

You and Sungchan ended up leaving your apartment around the same time. He left to go home so he could get ready for band practice with Eunseok, and you left for your favorite café. When you got there, you found Yeji and Miyeon sitting at your usual table discussing the party the night before. Miyeon greeted you when she saw you, and Yeji excitedly asked what happened after you left with Sungchan.

“I don’t know if I should say,” you mumbled as you remembered what had happened.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell us!” Yeji said, louder than she should have.

“No, she doesn’t,” Miyeon said. “If she doesn’t feel comfortable with it you shouldn’t make her.”

“It’s ok, Miyeon.” You turned to Yeji and smiled, adding “I won’t go into detail, but I will say that you were right about getting over Donghyuck by getting under someone else. Sungchan is incredible in bed.”

Yeji cheered, and Miyeon smiled. Both your friends were happy to hear that you were finally moving on. Miyeon voiced her concerns about you getting your heart broken again, but you assured her that you weren’t looking for anything serious with Sungchan.

The three of you continued to chat and drink coffee until Yeji had to leave. After she waved goodbye, Miyeon turned to you and said “I’m happy to hear that you’re getting over Donghyuck. Just be safe, please.”

“You got it!” you said, pulling her into a hug. The two of you parted ways, and you got a message from Sungchan. It simply said, “We’re playing a show tonight, will you come?” You smiled and sent back a message promising to attend.

That night when Sungchan was preparing to perform, he was full of anxiety. Usually he had no problem performing, but he had to admit that knowing you were in the audience was making him nervous. He liked you a lot, and he really wanted to impress you.

You got to the bar with Yeji and Miyeon shortly before the show was about to start, and Yeji quickly found the three of you a spot near the stage. When Sungchan, Eunseok, and the rest of their band came onstage to perform, the crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers. Eunseok quickly introduced the band, then they started to play.

The second the show started; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Sungchan. His charisma was already evident when he wasn’t on stage, but when he was on stage anyone that saw him could tell that he was passionate about music as well. He loved playing, and you loved to watch him.

When the concert ended, you quickly found Sungchan to say hello. The moment he saw you he grinned and asked what you thought about the show.

“You guys are incredible. It’s obvious that you love what you do, and your energy onstage is infectious.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he blushed, “you look good tonight.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Would you like to come back to my place? Eunseok is sleeping at Yeji’s tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” Sungchan could only hope that he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

“I’d love to, I just need to let Yeji know since she drove me here.”

You quickly found your friend, letting her know that you didn’t need a ride home. She gave you a knowing smile and told you to have fun. Once the two of you got in the car, you felt a familiar tension. Based on how he looked at you when he parked, you guessed that Sungchan felt it too.

The moment you were through the door he pushed you against it and kissed you. After what felt like eternity, he pulled away for air. When he did this, he briefly let go of you, so you took the opportunity to drop to your knees. You looked up at him and said, “Can I?” He quickly nodded and started to unbutton his pants.

You gently moved his hands back to his sides and finished removing his pants and boxers. After ensuring he was ok with it once again, you quickly took him in your mouth and started to move your head along his shaft. He groaned and moved his hands to your hair, pulling slightly.

As you continued sucking his cock, it was obvious that Sungchan was enjoying it. He was quieter than the last time you had slept together, but he had started to gently thrust into your mouth. The more he reacted to your movements the more you realized you loved watching him lose himself in pleasure.

Eventually his thrusts got faster and sloppier. In response you decided to toy with him a bit, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. He let out a loud moan and tried to warn you that he was close. Before the words came out, however, he was cumming in your mouth, a combination of various swear words and moans of your name leaving his lips.

Once you swallowed all of it, Sungchan helped you off the floor and finally led you to his room. However, you decided to end your activities there for the night, instead opting to get to know each other better. You learned that his dream was to be a famous musician, and that his friendship with Eunseok went back to when the two were in elementary school. He learned that you had known Yeji basically your entire life since your parents were close friends, and that your dream was to own your own café instead of working in someone else’s like you had been. The two of you continued to learn new things about each other until you were too tired to continue talking, at which point you drifted to sleep holding each other.

For a while, this was your relationship with Sungchan. The two of you hooked up after every show, plus whenever one of you was lonely late at night. The arrangement was fine, but over time you started to want something more. Sure, Sungchan was incredibly attractive, but he was also kind, funny, and confident. You considered telling him about your feelings, but you didn’t want to drive him away if they weren’t reciprocated.

Then something happened that took you by surprise. It started just like any other time. You texted Sungchan asking him to come over. He did, and he fucked you until you could barely walk. Then came the aftercare. In the months since you had started hooking up, this had become your favorite part. He helped you get cleaned up every time you two slept together, no matter how tired he was after. Then the two of you settled into bed, and you talked about whatever silly things had happened that day. Except this time, before you could share your typical stories about work and spending time with Yeji and Miyeon, Sungchan said something that you never expected to hear.

“I think I want more than this.”

“What?”

“I want more than this. I don’t wanna just be the guy that you fuck when you’re bored. I wanna be able to call you mine.”

His words made your heart do backflips in your chest, and you were speechless. He actually felt the same way that you did.

“(Y/N)? Was that too much? I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said- “

“No, no, no, it’s ok, really. I’ve wanted something more for a while now, I was just surprised that you did too.”

“So, does this mean- “

“That I’d like to be your girlfriend? Yes, it does,” you said with a grin.

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. This one, however, felt different. Rather than the lust that had fueled his earlier actions, this kiss felt full of love. You pulled away with a smile, then the two of you settled into a comfortable silence as sleep overtook you.

A few weeks after you and Sungchan made it official, you decided to go to the club together for a bit of fun after a difficult day. When you got there the music was blasting, and all you wanted was to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. However, you were interrupted by an all too familiar voice calling your name.

“(Y/N), hi!”

You turned around and your expression changed to one of surprise upon seeing who it was. “What do you want, ‘Hyuck?” you asked.

“I just wanted to say hi and catch up. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words. You still hated his guts, but he had always been a smooth talker. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing a hell of a lot better now that I’ve run into you.”

Sungchan immediately wanted to beat the shit out of Donghyuck. He held back, however, because he refused to get arrested on your first proper night out as a couple. Donghyuck seemed disinterested in Sungchan, however, as he continued looking at you like you had come to the club alone.

“Would you like to dance?” Donghyuck asked as he held his hand out to you.

Before you could answer, Sungchan piped up and said, “She’s here with me, asshole. Go find someone else to dance with.”

“I wasn’t talking to you; I was talking to (Y/N).”

“I’m not interested, ‘Hyuck, leave me alone,” you said.

He scowled at you and walked away, finding someone else to flirt with. You turned back to Sungchan, but before you could ask him to dance, he asked “What the hell? Why were you smiling at him like that?”

“I was trying to be nice!”

“You were flirting with him.”

“No, I was not.”

“Then why were you looking at him like you wanted to fuck him?”

“I was just smiling because he said something nice! What is with you?”

“Maybe I just don’t like when my girlfriend is visibly interested in someone else.”

“Sungchan, I was not interested in him! Donghyuck is my ex!”

“Whatever, we’re leaving,” Sungchan said as he dragged you out the door of the club.

“Why are we leaving?”

“We are leaving so I can fuck you until the only name you can remember is mine.”

This was going to be a long night, but you were never one to complain about that. Seeing your boyfriend so jealous was hot.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 1 year ago

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'𝐎𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐲 𝐥𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚 𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐨 ⁉️

Cw: Miles G Morales/Miles 42 x high maintenance!latina!reader, kinda toxic relationship if you think about it

Notes: I was listening to Arca while doing the dishes and I was like "damn, I really shouldn't be doing this, dónde está mi gringo con dinero☹️"

Miles' love language was providing. And by god, how much you liked getting provided for.

He could only do so much to stop the smug smile creeping up his face when he gave you something you've been eyeing for a long time. This time it was hot pink platform heels, your eyes lit up seeing the box and opening it up to check all the little details before jumping into your boyfriend's arms, littering little kisses all over his face. "Gracias, gracias, gracias, thank you so much, baby" you nuzzled into his neck, he patted the back of your head and captured your lips in a brief but fiery kiss.

"put them on, mami, wanna see you" and of course you were going to put on a show for him.

Miles knew you weren't for him because of his money, that you loved him deeply and honestly, and he couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, so he was just repaying all your love with pretty dresses, skincare, makeup, or whatever crossed your mind. Most of the things you had weren't even things you asked for, just things your boyfriend would gift you and give you out of nowhere, whenever a specially expensive piece of jewelry or over the top gesture came your way, you'd feared you forgot about an anniversary or a special occasion, but with time, you learned that I was a token of love, the same way that you'd buy chocolates for your partner, except Miles' "chocolates" were louboutins.

He loved to feel you rely on him, trust him, in his mind, that trust was the first step towards a life together, Miles knew that he wanted to be his last, mother of his children typa shit, and he wanted only the best for you. He knows your life as his partner will never be easy, you're doing emotional labour, you worry about him constantly, and he'll never soothe your worries completely, he can't deny you're right to worry with his... Line of work.

He keeps pictures of your new nails, new hairstyles, of your hand in his while you wear the new ring he bought you. He loves the feeling of pride when you post and brag about him, how you tell him your friends are jealous you found such an extraordinary guy, how you call him "my man" with honey in your voice.

Miles who sends you 300 USD every week for whatever you want, and additionally buys you gifts and gives you money for anything else you need

Miles who gets upset when he sees you buying too much for yourself instead of using his card

Miles who is always listening to you, and whatever your complain is, you shouldn't worry if money can solve it, he's got it figured it out

Miles who doesn't give a fuck if you just want to eat expensive food and spend your days in spas and doing absolutely nothing else but enjoying yourself as long as he can spend time with you

Miles who comes back late to your shared place, and just collapses in the egyptian cotton sheets next to you, knowing you'll tuck him in and cuddle with him for the night

Miles who knows there's no luxury brand in this world that can ever shine half as bright as your smile when you welcome him home

#atsv x reader #miles morales atsv #miles morales x you #miles 42 #miles 42 x reader #42 miles morales #miles g morales x reader #miles morales x reader

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soulofapatrick · 2 years ago

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In A New Light - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You end up on your dad best friend’s doorstep and see him a new light, unsure if he feels the same

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap (reader is 23 and Joel is 40); no outbreak

Notes: dedicated to @chaotic-mystery as she gave me the courage to post my first dbf!Joel content

Y/N’s POV

I just had to get out of work, feeling a lump forming in my throat as I drove. I don’t care where I end up, taking turn after turn without really thinking about it until I’m pulling into a familiar driveway… not my driveway. Looking around I recognise the row of blooming flowers, a vibrant array of reds, yellows and pinks and I know exactly where I am. I am sat in Joel Miller’s driveway. My dad’s best friend and Sarah’s dad. The man who has been a constant presence in my life, offering me all the support and care whenever I needed it.

I’m here now so I might as well go in, it’s too late to pull out as the light in the hallway is turning on so I climb out of my car and make my way to the bright front door. I knock softly and almost instantly, as if he was waiting, the door swings open and I’m facing Joel. He’s sees me, his expression a mixture of surprise, concern and empathy as he sees how close I am to crying, I can feel my bottom lip trembling like a pathetic child. My arms are wrapped around myself as I can’t help but feel self-conscious now that I’m here, his usually bright eyes softening as he takes me in.

Joel doesn’t seem to hesitate with his next actions, those strong arms reaching out and swiftly pulling me into a well needed hug, his touch warm and the strength in his arms that are wrapped around me back give me a sense of protection and comfort. It’s been a good year or so since I’ve hugged Joel and now… now I can feel just how solid he is and it makes me see him in a new light - not just as my dad's best friend, but as someone who could potentially be more to me. It’s a dangerous thought but I swear I can feel a touch of electricity, a spark of attraction. His fingers comfortingly running up and down my back sends shivers through me, the warmth radiating off of him feeling more intimate and igniting a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.

I have to pull away when I register how good he smells: a mix of musk and some woodsy notes as well as vanilla that captivates my senses. I don’t want to look into it too much and get my hopes up but I swear there’s a subtle change in his expression. His usually gruff demeanour softening even more and the lingering gaze those honey eyes burn through me. It’s as if he’s trying to convey the question of me wanting more than a friendship with him and my heart skips a beat in response as I have to misreading this. I’m tired and stressed from being yelled at by my manager, I’m being delusional.

Then he’s offering me a gentle smile, eyes crinkling at the corners and he’s speaking, voice deep and soothing but somewhat gravelly, “Why don’t you come in Darlin’? I’m sure I can spare us a beer or two, Sarah’s out with her friends tonight.”

I’m nodding, unable to ignore the flutter of excitement as I step inside his home. I’ve been here a thousand times but it’s like I’m looking at it in a different light as I’m toeing my shoes off and following him down the hallway to his living room. It’s a bright and open space, with a plush sofa and armchairs; a coffee table in the centre with books piled haphazardly and a mug or two. The walls are a warm cream colour, a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall facing the sofa with different gaming consoles below probably bought by his younger brother - Tommy. The bookshelf in the corner is Joel’s, filled with different genres of books; music book and some wooden hand carved sculptures I know are made by him. It’s cozy and inviting, and I head for the sofa when Joel puts a hand on my arm gently, making me look up at him.

“Go grab whatever clothes you want from my room darlin’, I’m sure you want out of that uniform.” My face flushes and I know he sees it as he’s chuckling, a deep rumble in his chest before he presses a kiss to my temple and adds, “Now go on girl, don’t be shy.”

I take the stairs two at a time, never having been in Joel’s room and I’m struck by the simple but rugged charm of the space. The walls are adorned with a few framed photographs, mostly variations of him, Sarah and Tommy but there is one of the three of them with me and my dad. My dad… Joel’s best friend. Fuck, that’s complicating it all but if I have feelings for Joel, I have feelings for Joel.

Shaking my head, I move to the sturdy wooden dresser that’s against one wall, a few personal items scattered on top: his wallet; watch and some keys as well as some papers from his work as a contractor. I quickly pick out a pair of black sweatpants and a long sleeved grey teeshirt, turning to the bed and throwing them on there so I strip down. His bed is neatly made with a simple, comfortable looking mattress and duvet. The clothes are comfy, smelling faintly of him and adding to the intimacy of the moment. I can’t stop myself feeling a little more at ease, appreciating his thoughtfulness and care, making the new ache in my chest a little more poignant.

As I head back downstairs my heart races as I catch sight of Joel sitting on the couch, waiting for me, sipping on an ice cold beer. The warm glow of the living room lights accentuates his features, making him look even more handsome and alluring. He’s ruggedly handsome with a strong jawline and a five o’clock shadow that adds to his masculine charm. His short, dark hair is tousled in a way that makes him look effortlessly attractive.

His hands, weathered from the years of hard work, grip the beer bottle with ease as he takes a sip, his adams apple bobbing slightly when he swallows. My gaze shifts to the coffee table, where there is another beer waiting for me, a small gesture that makes my heart flutter but it’s not the beer that has my attention. It’s the way Joel’s honey eyes light up as he sees me, a soft smile playing on his lips. There’s a warmth and tenderness in his gaze that I haven’t noticed before, sending a shiver down my spine again. It makes me fully realise that yeah, my feelings for Joel - my dad’s best friend - has evolved into something more than just friendly admiration.

As I approach the couch, the air between us seems to change, feeling charged with unspoken tensions and I can’t stop myself flushing under his gaze. We sip on our beers, silently finding solace in his presence. He reaches across to where my arm is on the back of the sofa, us facing each other, and he touches my hand lightly before withdrawing it, as if telling me it’s okay to tell him what’s wrong. Suddenly, I’m pouring out my frustrations about my manager’s unreasonable expectations and his constant yelling at work. Joel listens attentively, his soft eyes fixed on mine with sympathy and his strong, rough hands grip the beer bottle, drawing me more and more into his rugged charm.

Joel’s expression changes from sympathy to indignation as he listens, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing in anger, a protective instinct it seems from his stance. He leans closer and I catch a whiff of his intoxicating scent mixed with the aroma of beer, causing me to stutter as my heart races at the surge of attraction towards him.

As I finish my well needed rant Joel reaches out and gently places his hand on mine, a comforting gesture that sends shivers down my spine and looking into his bright eyes it’s as if the tension between us is palpable. I don’t think I’m imagining it this time when I see the same desire reflected in them, making me act without thinking and leaning in to kiss me passionately. He’s taken aback at first, but as soon as I start to pull back he’s moving into the kiss, lips moving against mine with a hunger that matches my own. The kiss is electric, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed, the taste of beer on his lips adding to the intoxicating experience.

We’re pulling apart too soon, both breathless, our eyes locking in a mixture of surprise and longing. It’s a moment of vulnerability, as we both realise that our feelings for each other go beyond friendship, “Shit Y/N, you’re my best friends little girl… I can’t… we can’t…”

“Joel.” It’s like the whisper of his name breaks his resolve as he’s pulling me back. The kiss is filled with longing, a culmination of the unspoken tension that has been building between us for years. His hand gently cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin as our mouths move in sync, keeping the kiss. My heart races as Joel responds eagerly, his other hand finding its way to the small of my back and pulling me closer. Our bodies press against each other and I can feel the heat and strength of him, heightening my senses. The kiss is just as intoxicating as the first but it’s full of a mixture of familiarity and a newfound passion.

Time seems to stand still as we share this stolen moment, lost in each other. There are no words, just raw emotions causing through us. It feels like a dream, and yet, it’s so achingly real. I can feel the fireworks exploding in my chest, a rush of adrenaline surging through me.

Eventually, we have to break the kiss, our lips parting but our foreheads still touching, breaths ragged and mingling. We gaze at each other, eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, desire and anticipation. It’s a moment of silent understanding, a realisation that we’ve crossed a line that we can’t go back from, and that we both want to explore this new chapter. Neither speak as he manhandles me so we’re cuddling on the couch.

His strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close to his chest and I can feel his warmth against my back as I snuggle in, relishing in the safety and contentedness his embrace holds. We talk softly, sharing stories and dreams, as I trace the lines on his rough palms with the pads of my fingers.

The atmosphere is serene as there’s a sense of comfort and familiarity in his presence. Despite the romantic tension that comes with this newfound territory there’s something strangely domestic about it all, as if we’re going to slip into a routine of being together. I feel a sense of intimacy and closeness that I’ve never felt before and it’s both thrilling and comforting at the same time. I can feel his steady heartbeat against my back and I feel a flutter in my chest, the way his fingers are gently tracing circles on my skin making me shiver.

I’m tilting my head back, resting it on his broad shoulder, to look up at him and our eyes meet. There’s a silent understanding between us, a shared desire and without a word, he’s leaning down and capturing my lips in a soft and lingering kiss. I respond eagerly, fingers curling into the the soft curls at the nape of his neck, the world around us fading away until it’s Joel and me, lost in the moment again.

As the night wears on I can feel myself getting drowsy and Joel’s arms tighten around me protectively, I let out a contented sigh as I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth he’s emitting against my skin. The comfort of it all letting me drift closer and closer to sleep, feeling grateful for the idea of being able to face the future together, we’ll have to talk about what we are exactly and how we’ll tell Sarah and my dad in the morning but for now I have Joel in this moment of domesticity. So, with a sense of peace I surrender to sleep, knowing my heart as found its home in Joel’s arms.

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ohmytyong · 2 years ago

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spin the bottle [teaser]

part of @rrxnjun 's "the crush chronicles" collab

PAIRING: childhood friend!donghyuck x female!reader

GENRE: college au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, slightly angsty, coming-of-age, mc and hyuck grow apart and then become friends (or lovers!!) again, best friend!yangyang, the teaser is a past memory of the mc

TEASER WARNINGS: mentions of food

WC: tba (TEASER WC: 1,3k)

‣[PLAYLIST]: tba

SUMMARY: you knew you loved lee donghyuck ever since you met him, when the two of you were little kids. you had become best friends and were practically inseparable. until one day, donghyuck had to leave town and he also had to leave you. however, your feelings for him only grew stronger and stronger and you knew you had to confess to him when you met him again in college. but all this time, you kept suppressing them and you were always left wondering one thing; if he ever loved you back.

A/N: this is my first ever full fic and also my first ever collab !! i'm super excited about this and hopefully it turns out as good as i wanted it to <3

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You were five years old when you first fell in love. Or at least you thought you did. You could never know what falling in love meant at such a young age. But that’s how you want to describe it. Because your feelings for him could not be compared to how you felt about other boys. He could not be compared to other boys. That’s why you fell in love with him. But he didn’t fall in love with you. Or if he did, he never showed it.

Loud cheerful screams were the sound echoing in your ears, mixed with the soothing dreamy music coming from the merry-go-round ahead of you. The gate in front of you seemed ginormous in comparison to your small body. Rainbow fairy lights were climbing up the sides of the gate, confetti glued in between each one of them. White balloons were tied to the top and bottom corners of the pillars, leading up to the bright red and gold sign at the top which read “Welcome to Dreamland”.

Your eyes were roaming around the place, looking up to the sky and then left and right to the amusement park your mum took you. Soft awes and chuckles left your lips every time you spotted something new. Everything seemed magical in your eyes, the music and the colors transporting your little brain to different dimensions; this was indeed dreamland.

You stopped in front of the merry-go-round and inspected it. The blue, gold and white horses were moving up and down to the rhythm of the music, kids were riding them with cheerful smiles on their faces. You wanted to go there too. You looked at your mother to ask her to get on the merry-go-round. You opened your mouth when-

“Y/n! Y/n!” a cheery voice was calling your name. You stopped to look towards the direction of the sound, only to spot your best friend. “Yangyang!”

You let go of your mother’s hand and sprinted towards him, capturing him into a tight hug. “Wanna go to the horses?” you asked him eagerly.

“Yes! Let’s go” he agreed and your mothers helped you get on the merry-go-round. After all, it was your favorite.

You and Yangyang went on almost every ride of the amusement park. You loved bumper cars, you went on the ferris wheel with your mothers and went on almost twenty rounds on the kids’ roller coaster. You even tried to catch a teddy bear at the claw machines, but you couldn’t get the chance to do so.

After hours of trying all of the amusement park rides, your little stomach started growling and the smell of food everywhere around you only triggered your hunger more. You passed by the food canteens, smelling and taking in all the delicious scents. "What should I choose?" you thought. Just then, you spotted a stand with something strange looking; it was multi-colored fluff on sticks. Cotton candy. You had never seen it before, so you had to try it.

“Mum! I want to try this! It looks like clouds! I want the pink one!”

Your mum agreed and bought you and Yangyang one stick of cotton candy each, while his mum bought you drinks.

You went over to the tables to sit and eat your cotton candy. You sat down on a chair and took a bite. You didn’t know what to expect, but the sugary flavor definitely met those expectations.

“Wow, it tastes so pink! And it feels like the clouds! It's so fluffy!” your mother laughed at your excitement and agreed.

Yangyang was eating his cotton candy too, but he suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you down the chair. “Let’s go for a walk. Mum, can we go for a walk?” he turned to ask his mother.

His mum shrugged. “Okay, but not too far from here, I want to see you” she said and we left, grinning.

Obviously, you didn’t listen to her. You liked the freedom you had at that moment, so you went strolling through the entire amusement park.

You and Yangyang were holding each other’s hand so that neither of you run away and got lost. Your other hands were holding the cotton candy. You felt so small among the other people and the huge amusement park rides, but you liked it. You felt at ease.

Yangyang let go of your hand and started skipped in front of you. “In the count of three I’ll start running and you will chase after me to catch me!” he said leaving you still.

“No! Yangyang, I can’t run fast!”

Yangyang didn’t listen to you. He smirked instead and started counting. “One, Two. Three!”

“Wait!” you yelled, but he had already run away.

You sighed and started running through the crowd too. You could still spot him in between other people, but you couldn’t run that fast and stumbled when taking longer steps.

Yangyang stopped and turned back to look at you. He smiled and yelled. “Come on, you’re almost there!” and resumed running.

You were breathing heavily, your feet were feeling sore, and you couldn’t move with ease through the crowd. You took a deep breath and gathered all your energy to run as fast as you could. Your only focus was to catch your friend Yangyang, who was now walking backwards looking at you with a smug expression. You had blocked out your surroundings entirely and didn’t notice that another boy was running too. And he was running towards your direction.

Yangyang was now standing, waiting for you to catch him. “I got you!” you shouted before you let out a scream and fell on the ground. The other boy was running fast too, which ended in him bumping into you. Both of you and the other boy fell down on your butts, the cotton candy you were holding was now smashed and dropped on the ground too.

“No! My fluff!” you frowned, tears already forming in the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang was shocked to see you fall. He came over to you to help you get up, smoothening your dress. “Are you okay Y/n? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get you hurt” he was the one that sounded more hurt.

“It’s okay Yangyang” you reassured him. “But my fluff fell too! I wanted to eat it!” you whined.

Yangyang hugged you. “Don’t worry, we’ll buy a new one."

The other boy steadily stood up by himself. “I’m sorry, I was running too. I didn’t see you.” The boy said, his head lowered.

Neither you or Yangyang responded, so he lifted his head slowly to look at you. “I can buy you cotton candy if you’d like. Sorry” he apologized again.

But you couldn’t speak now either. He looked at you with sorrow eyes, plump lips forming a pout. You took a moment to really look at him. His skin was darker than yours, he was slightly taller than you, his bowl-cut covered his eyebrows, moles on his cheek and neck.

You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach clench. You cleared your throat and spoke. “Don’t be sorry, I was running too.”

The boy nodded. “My name is Donghyuck. What’s yours?” he asked.

“I’m Y/n and this is my friend Yangyang” you pointed at your friend beside you and he flashed a bright smile to the other boy, Donghyuck.

Donghyuck smiled too and you felt your stomach clench again. “Do you guys want to be friends?” he asked and both you and Yangyang nodded. “Yes let’s be friends! Do you wanna go ride the bumper cars?” Yangyang said and grabbed both yours and Donghyuck's hands.

That’s the first memory you had of him. The first time you saw him, and the first time you've ever felt this weird clenching feeling in your stomach. This was a memory you would always cherish and always remember dearly. But you weren't really sure if he held this memory as close to his heart as you did.

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bubblegyu00 · 10 months ago

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zb1 reactions !! //:: when you kiss them for the first time 💋

jiwoong :

- he'd be driving you home after the best dinner date of your life

- as he's walking you up to the door, your mind is brewing an idea

- you got on your tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips

- he does his famous smile and looks at you with bright eyes

- you grabbed your keys, unlocking the door, and stepped inside

- " goodnight ji "

- " oh, yeah.. goodnight! "

- would quite literally think about you the rest of the night 💗

zhanghao :

- cuddling and watching a movie because that's seriously all you do 💋

- you guys are just rlly clingy today, you're basically on top of him and he won't let you go

- finally the movie ends and you guys just end up talking about it

- after you two ended your giggle fit, there was suddenly silence, and a bit of tension

- you would hesitantly hold his face and give him a kiss on his lips

- wouldn't let you pull away until you basically almost passed out

- would kiss you like that at least four more times before you could even get a word in

- you would have to stop him cus he couldn't help himself

- " hao, take a break before we both die "

- " but it feels nice ☹️ "

hanbin :

- new year's eve party !!

- you're watching the ball drop witch you're friends

- he's standing behind you with his chin on your shoulder, arms around your waist

- the clock currently has three more seconds on the clock

- " 3, 2, 1, happy new year !! "

- you immediately turn around and kiss hanbin on the lips

- he removed his hands off of your waist and into the air, shocked

- the moment you broke the kissed he looked at you with wide eyes, his ears red

- " woah "

- would definitely do it for the rest of the night

matthew :

- you were currently angry at him because he forgot a date last week

- this morning you woke up to him calling you and telling you to get ready cus he's going to take on the best date ever

- he did.

- took you to the cutest little place and bought you all the soup you wanted ( because he knows you love soup )

- took you clothes shopping and bought u the cutest teddy bear ☹️

- and hes v v clingy today

- when you two were finally settled at home you went up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck

- " thank you mattie "

- you kissed him right on the lips and he turned a light shade of pink

- " of course baby "

taerae :

- at the mall getting milkshakes ( cus you two are soso obsessed with smoothies and shakes )

- and he was just soso sweet to you the whole day

- he payed for everything

- drove everywhere

- and even let you take 0.5's on his phone which he won't let you do often, even though he does it to you everyday

- and you couldn't help but melt when he bent down to tie your shoes without you even asking him

- " c'mere pretty boy "

- after he was done he stood up and suddenly felt your lips on his

- it was quick and you ran away quickly after that,,

- but he had the hugest smile on his face watching you laugh and run

ricky :

- he was away on tour and was finally coming back today

- you woke up really early so you could get ready and go pick him up from the airport

- the drive there felt like forever as you longed for your boyfriend

- but as soon as you stepped foot inside the building, he got his suitcase and was looking around for you

- you squealed excitedly when you locked eyes with him, immediately starting to run

- you jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck

- you kissed all over his face including his lips

- he was hugging you back, but was sososo flustered

- poor boy was struggling not to literally make out with you in the middle of the busy building

- but he sure did when you got home 💋

gyuvin :

- " bub, im sorry ! "

- he's currently upset with and your following him around the house to see what's the matter

- " what'd i even do ? "

- he turned slowly and looked at you

- " you STOLE all of my shirts "

- he was in fact right, but you didn't think he'd notice this fast

- " oh c'mon ! it's not that big of a deal "

- it took you another twenty minutes to calm him down

- you sighed and grabbed onto his neck to give him a chaste kiss on the lips

- would squeal and run around

- " eeeeeh ! you just kissed me ! yipee ! "

- he's adorable ☹️

gunwook :

- most definitely dared you to do it

- " okay, if i win this round, you have to kiss me. "

- you quickly agreed and started another round of UNO

- he won.

- you lost so bad

- he was NOT losing that kiss

- when he won he stood up off of the floor and cheered

- " 'kay, where's my kiss? "

- you sighed as you placed your hands on his face

- you leaned in and pecked him on the lips

- the second you pulled away he grabbed your waist and kissed you about ten more times

yujin :

- you're currently trying to bake chocolate chip cookies ( at least YOU are, yujin is just in the way )

- while you're pouring the flour in the bowl a bit gets onto yujin

- " oops, i'm sorry- "

- he took more flour out of the bag and put it in your hair

- " HAN YUJIN ! "

- for the next ten minutes you're running around putting flour on each other and laughing

- that was until he had you trapped in between his arms, and there was no escape

- your mind was trying to think of things to do to make you let him go

- you suddenly placed a chaste kiss on his lips, making his arms fall to his sides

- you laughed at him as you moved away from the flustered mess

- " you just kissed me ? "

💋

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totally-a-different-person · 11 months ago

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Idfk if fic requests are still open lmao, but I've been kinda into transmasc Edd lately and maybe Tord can affirm him by calling him "my handsome man" while making love to him 🥺

Sure! I love this, sweet affectionate sex is underrated I think (nsft past this point proceed at your own risk)

So in all seriousness this might not be the best call, it's been said a million times that banging your friends only complicates things and makes it awkward. But Tord was really convinced that he and Edd were different, and that it would be fine. They had done everything together since they were little kids, so why not this too.

They were both a little drunk, which definitely helped move things along, and he couldn't stand seeing Edd all needy and squirmy with nothing to help him, he was terrible at hiding it especially while he was tipsy. So that's how they got from being in the living room watching a movie with the others and sharing a bottle of vodka to Tord's bed.

In all honesty he was a little surprised Edd was so willing, he knew he had issues with his body, especially the parts that are for sex, and had expressed before to Tord that he felt like it made it really hard for him to have a good sexual experience and made him really hesitant to that stuff.

He felt sort of special, like Edd trusted him. It made perfect sense to him, maybe the whole reason he was so hesitant with everyone else is because he didn't know if he could be comfortable around them, but he knew he'd be safe with Tord.

He had Edd properly wrap his legs around his waist, trailing his hands up his thighs slowly tenderly, absolutely relishing in the sweet little moan the brunette gave into the kiss. Was it bad to say he had wanted this for a while? To be able to hold the little brit like this and hear his little noises, it was wonderful.

He felt a hand tangle into his hair, very gently pulling him closer as Edd kissed him deeper. He seemed so desperate, his other arm wrapped around Tord's neck. The kiss broke and he took a few breaths, not letting go. "P... Please, Tord... I want it so bad" he seemed embarrassed, but more desperate than anything.

Clearly he didn't want to wait, even if they had just started. The norsk just stared for a moment, enjoying his red, bashful expression in the dim light before nodding "don't worry, I'll take care of you" he was taking Edd's pants off as they spoke, dropping them off the side of the bed.

He didn't waste any time getting his tops off too, running his hands up the brunettes now bare sides and watching the way she shuddered slightly. "So handsome..." He mumbled leaning down to kiss his neck, slipping his boxers off finally.

The boy bit his lips and spread his legs, he was soaked already. Tord's heart skipped a beat and he gave a little breath. It wasn't fair to make him wait any longer, but he loved watching him like this. He pulled his own shirt off, and took off his pants with one hand while he opened the drawer and fished out a condom with the other. Even if Edd had been on testosterone for a while now and wasn't ovulating anymore, better safe than sorry. Tord figured at least. It was a bright cherry red, that was the only kind he bought.

Edd was wiggling impatiently, watching closely as Tord removed his boxers. If he was sober he would have been more embarrassed about staring like that, but it didn't even cross his mind. He's seen Tord's dick a few times, it happens when you know someone as long as he's known Tord, walking in on each other, skinny dipping, they do a lot of dangerous stuff in which clothes get ripped.

"would you put this on for me?" He was snapped from his thoughts by Tord handing him the condom with a little smirk, blushing a little more, he nodded quickly. He took it and sat up a little, Tord sitting back a bit on his knees with a soft smile. There was something weirdly intimate about the way he gently rolled it on, biting his soft pink lips before giving a little breath as he was done, looking up at Tord for confirmation that he'd done well.

The norsk chuckled softly and kissed his cheek, mumbling "good boy" before gently kissing him again. Edd kissed back right away, whimpering softly into it and pressing a little closer to his lover.

Eager to continue, while also not wanting to move away, Tord gently had Edd spread his legs, the other hand holding his hip. He just pushed into him in the position they were in. The brunette moaned sweetly into the kiss and held him tighter.

The taller started moving his hips slowly at first, the kiss breaking with a huff and he pushed Edd to properly lay down. He watched him, mumbling "so perfect, Eddy" he began speeding up and getting harder, Edd moaning and whining more, his chest rising and falling quickly. "My handsome man" he rubbed his hip.

His partner melted so much at all the praise, just softly begging him not to stop and to keep fucking him, wrapping his legs around Tord's waist. The norsk took it as a sign to go harder for him, electing a cry of pleasure from his partner. The brunette was twitching and gasping as he was fucked, not clear minded enough to think to be quiet.

Even if he had been sober, Tord was just slipping him further and further into sub space and that made it terribly difficult for him to think clearly. He couldn't think about Tom and Matt, or anyone really other than how good it felt, how good Tord was making him feel.

Tord was panting softly as he thrusted, one hand on Edd's hip and the other gripping the blanket as he thrust into his friend's perfect tight pussy. It really was so tight around him, he was practically drooling, getting harder and harder without even realizing at first. He only realized what it was he was doing when he heard Edd screaming.

He seemed like he was absolutely on cloud nine, back arched slightly as he held the blankets desperately, drooling a bit "f-fuck- Tord!~" he let his head fall back, moaning out loudly. Tord felt himself blushing deeply watching him, the room full of his noises, and the sounds of skin against skin.

It was a slight struggle to keep his eyes open but it was so worth it, watching Edd writhe in pleasure, the pleasure that Tord was providing him. Absolutely fucking magnificent. He held onto Edd's hips with both hands now, keeping him in place so he could be a bit more precise.

The shorter man panted and drooled, giving little broken moans "T-tord, oh my god" he let his head fall back, moaning loudly "It feels s-soo good- ah!~" he was trying to push his hips forward as if that would help him feel it deeper, biting his lips and giving little moans.

He was starting to get close, and he didn't even say anything, but it was like Tord knew somehow. He let one hip go and instead used the hand to very gently stroke his little clit while thrusting, it was plenty erect already by now after all. His lover nearly screamed, hips jerking slightly as he arched his back, whining and crying.

He came hard, squeezing even more around the norsk's cock as he held the blankets for dear life. "O-oh god" he breathed out, letting his eyes flutter shut as Tord stopped for a moment, his hips stuttering as he came as well, panting and filling up the condom.

They just stayed out for a second, he couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to, Edd still hadn't taken his legs from around his hips. Seemed he liked him being so close. So Tord leaned in and gently kissed him, the brunette just giving a soft hum and very carefully and sweetly wrapping his arms around his neck.

Everything was so sweet and soft and warm for the time being, he moved away slowly, kissing his cheek and jaw instead "you did so well Eddy, such a good boy, my handsome man" he coed watching the smaller blush, looking up at him. He slowly pulled out, Edd letting his legs fall against the bed.

He took the condom off and just threw it away, laying down and wrapping his arms around Edd when he shuffled closer. This was fantastic, if Tord could pick a single moment in his life to pause time and live in it forever it would have been right now. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, Edd's head tucked just under his own, chin resting on Tord's shoulder.

"Du er så kjekk, kjære" he whispered, kissing his forehead sweetly. Edd didn't know what he said, but it didn't matter. He just gazed up at him like he was the only thing in the world. They both fell asleep like that, naked and tangled together under the wonderful blankets.

#sinsworld #sw edd #sw tord #sw tordedd #my writing

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