- After the entire summer you had barely seen Peter, partly because you were avoiding him, and partly because when you tried to hang out, he was busy. (Although you knew from Ned that Peter did indeed talk a lot about Evelyn. Oh goody.)
- Plus side: ….
- Actually there isn’t one.
- Ahh, junior year is going to be interesting.
- But at the beginning of school May (you can call her May because you love her and she loves you and she’s like a sister instead on an aunt) invites you over. Obviously you can’t say no, May is just too awesome to say no to.
- You just wanted a quiet night to watch movies and you almost got your wish. Key word: almost. *sigh*
- Authors Note: Guys… just-just take a guess to who was sitting beside Peter when you arrived. *Jazz hands* *Confetti rains down from the sky* It’s EVELYN. Yayyy….
Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au
honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight.
i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~
texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that
finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—
frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired
2:51 PM unknown number: Did this work????? unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you
Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.
Consider. Fashion Designer Eunwoo and passerby Moonbin with the perfect proportions. My cousin is a FD Major and one time really needed a model so she just screamed at someone passing by in the quad to be her model and they got so shocked they dropped their coffee and just stared at her like she was insane after she ran all the way form one end of the quad to where they were. And that's how she found her husband-I mean model
ayO I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG dfjkahsdlkjfh is your cousin still dating them holy shit that’s so cute ;A; when will these ever happen to me asdjfhlkasjdhf you make me wish NYU had a quad when all we have is fricking washington square park
BUT AYEEEEE MORE BINU TIME
MJ pouting at Eunwoo because: “I really, really, really need a model by Thursday and I know you really do too so can we please be each other’s models"
Eunwoo, giving MJ’s designs a once-over: “whoever you designed for is a lot shorter than I am” before going back to his own sketchbook
MJ flushing and protesting because !!!!!!! firstly how did Eunwoo know he designed with someone in mind !!!!
Doesn’t matter that MJ’s been sighing over an architect major every five minutes for the last month
How did Eunwoo know!!!
And secondly Jinjin isn’t that much shorter than Eunwoo!!!!!!!
MJ, pouting more:
Eunwoo, finally: “just text him, I’m highkey sure he’ll do anything for you"
MJ: “who are you planning to ask then?"
Eunwoo flipping through his own sketch book in frustration because wow truly he really has good ideas but if he can’t find someone to model for him he’s screwed for the midterm
And he’s designed for someone more or less built like him so it rules MJ out
Eunwoo snapping the sketchbook closed and peeking at MJ, who’s tapping rapid-fire on his phone
"Can we go get coffee? Before I go insane?"
Cue MJ and Eunwoo bouncing (MJ bouncing, Eunwoo striding) downstairs
MJ rattling on about how Jinjin smiled at him this morning
And they’re on their way to their campus cafe when suddenly
Eunwoo sees him
All long legs and lean body, broad shoulders and strong arms
He looks like he’s waiting for someone, leaning against a lamp post, beanie on and earbuds in, scrolling on his phone and sipping coffee
That’s it, that’s him, that’s the one Eunwoo needs
And damn if Eunwoo isn’t going to catch him
Cue Eunwoo going off at a dead sprint across the quad
Eunwoo dipping in and out of pockets of people, keeping his eyes trained on this effortless model in a black shirt and jeans that he needs, absolutely needs to meet
Binnie peeking at the time and frowning because Rocky is LATE
Binnie even got coffee and he’s finished half his latte already and Rocky isn’t even close
Binnie, sighing because forget it, he’ll go to meet Rocko at his classroom building instead
Bin pushing off from the lamppost and turning to leave
Bin tapping a message on his phone to Rocky
Bin looking up because what the hell is that noise
Wondering the same thing as about a hundred other people staring at a beautiful guy in a dress shirt and vest and slacks tear through the park, sketchbook sandwiched under his arm and pencil behind his ear and measuring tape at his waist flapping out behind him
"HEY YOU IN THE BEANIE!!"
Bin doesn’t know how to respond because wow this guy may be beautiful but he also looks like a madman running towards Bin
"BE MY MODEL!!!!!"
Eunwoo, skidding to a stop in front of Bin, hair in a mess and doubled over panting:
Because I mean wow this man has impeccable taste in clothes he’s in a fricking vest
And also really long eyelashes
But that’s not the point
The point is that this man ran through half the park screaming at him,,,,,,,, to be his model???
When Bin is on laundry day and is in his last clean black shirt that seemed a size too small when he pulled it on this morning?????
Eunwoo, finally straightening and tugging his collar and looking up at Bin
Wow, Bin’s brain comments, his eyes
Very coherent, Bin’s brain muses
He’s beautiful, Bin’s brain adds
Marry him, Bin’s brain suggests
Bin: wait no wait I'm
Eunwoo, opening his sketchbook and jabbing at a page: "I need a model for midterms and you’re beautiful please be my model"
He thinks you’re beautiful, Bin’s brain whistles
Option 1) act cool
Option 2) stumble over yourself
Option 1 please, Bin thinks
Option 2 it is!! Bin’s brain cheers
Bin: "um ah ok but you’re beautifuller???"
Bin: "right yes ok but u can’t model ur own clothes right gotcha"
Bin: "wait you want me to whAt"
Eunwoo thinking that wow this boy has perfect proportions and a gorgeous smile and the brightest eyes but really,
He isn’t the sharpest tool, is he
Forgive him, Eunwoo, he’s too stunned by you ;;;;;
Bin watching Eunwoo explain his midterm and practically begGing Bin to agree
But frankly nothing goes into his head, he’s too busy looking at Eunwoo’s nose and his eyes and the way his soft lips round out his words
Bin, automatically: “ok yeah"
Bin: wAit ,,
Eunwoo almost breaking down in tears in relief
Rocko, finally appearing: "ayO bin what’s up?” the same time MJ appears: “hey Eunwoo found your model?"
Rocko staring at Bin because wow Rocky leaves him alone for twenty minutes and he’s a model now????
Rocko staring at Eunwoo smiling at Bin: wow his model???????? Modelling for someone who should be a model????
Rocko turning to look at Bin who’s smiling at Eunwoo
Wow ok he hasn’t seen Bin blushing this much at a boy ever oOoOOoOoOooo
Perhaps Rocko should be late to their meetings more often
Eunwoo, with pins between his fingers: "Stay still!! If you wiggle anymore the needles will shift!!"
Bin, twitching slightly:
Eunwoo, whining: "I said, stop wiggling!!"
Eunwoo, still looking at the shirt he’s fitting on Bin
Bin, pouting some more:
Eunwoo, finally looking up:
Eunwoo: "oh alright, you big baby, fine"
Reaching up to kiss Bin before leaning down again to adjust the shirt
Bin, beaming to himself in a slight daze
Eunwoo, looking up and snorting because "Bin we’re dating you don’t have to wheedle me into kissing you”
MJ, slowly tapping his foot on the sewing machine:
Jinjin, dubiously: “uh are u sure I need to be topless while ur fixing the shirt"
MJ, looking at Jinjin like it’s the most obvious thing: "Uh yeS OF COURSE"
Jinjin: "uh but you’re not going to be done with that any time soon so I don’t see why-"
MJ: "for moral support, of course"
MJ, mulling over it a while before finally tossing Jinjin a piece of cloth: "cover up"
Jinjin, clutching the roll of fabric: "why the change?"
MJ, grinning at Jinjin: "the faster I work the faster I can see you topless again!! it’s motivation!!!!"
MJ watching as the blush works its way up from Jinjin’s chest all the way to his ears: :-)
A/N:guess I’m making this like a series- - .. Lol.
The lunch time already over, somewhere not the closet or the King’s ‘not so secretly’ place. Error and Ink just got to the hot part, but the nerd doesn’t want to miss art class. They pop out some where, making people to stare at them. And of course, the rumors.
“Dude we should do it again next time.”-The Jock chuckled. It was awkward when you’re making out with someone, but you have to stop in the middle when thing began interesting.
“If there’s next time, see you.”-Ink salty replied before he went for his class. The King sighs, begin to walk away. Cross quickly go after his friend. Ready to write fanfic but need more information.
“What do you want betrayer?”-the artist doesn’t look at him.
“Hey! If me and Nevin were in that case, I sure you will like.. ”-he deep thought but continue the sentence anyway. “.. Write one hundred sixty-five chapter about us.”-Ink burst out of water even his mouth not even have a lil’ like Anime.
“The hell I’m gonna write that much?”
“Well then why when we’re talking, what were you writing?”
“I told you, I were doing homework.”-Cross glance down at his best friend, doubtfully way.
“Don’t look at me with your haven’t clean eyes.”-the painter damage back. His classmate look away, swing a white paper defeat.
“But the real question is, did you enjoy it?”-he asked, it took long for Ink to deep in thought. It was his favourite class, but strangely, he didn’t pay much attention. This not even like a little. The question had been carve in Isaac’s brain. 'Did I enjoyed it?’-that annoying sentence! 'No, you didn’t a bit, you hate him! You have always want to put that jerk off.’-then why he accepted to go with Ed?
But Ink has to admit.
He wants to get out the King’s life because that feeling. The stupid feeling that make him do weird stuff in front of Error. Wink with the Jock every time their gaze accident met. Keep ignore his ask and answer oddly like “finally you confess with me?” Or even “you love that flower because you love me?” It was cute to see his grumpy face.
The real things, their past. Didn’t there was a time they so close? Haven’t there was a slightest friendly feeling they do for each other? Ah, good ol’ memories. It also make Ink wants to cry when talking about it. His heart broke. He miss his old best friend. Keep away this feeling won’t stop their red string of fate. That kiss was the answer, Isaac loves The Jock.
The class finally over, everyone goes home, hangout with their friend, stay for their club. Ink still in class, look at the sky. Everything was peaceful and silence, until a message from Cross. The Nerd isn’t on the mood for this. He need someone to talk with. So he calls instead of texting.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem down and you didn’t rep back.”-his best friend asked worried.
“I was thinking about your question lately.”
“Dude, so long? You can just admit that you like it!”
“I was deep. Deep like when you do literature exam.”
“Seem deep.”-Cross joked.
“Yeah, it is. But what I thought the most was our relationtive.”
“Lover? Heck future married couple!”-He exited said, this was fun to talk about. His. Favourite. Couple!
“Stop it Cross!”
“What? Aren’t it true?”-the familiar husky voice again. Ink got startled, he quickly look at the source. Of course, it was the King. The Jock sat next to the nerd, damn he’s hot.
“Confess to him no-”-artist pick off the call, sighed. It was a silence between them, but it was peaceful with the light of sun goes down. He stare at Ed blankly. Confuse why he’s here and not at his “super natural” club or some kind of that. It’s a long name, no blame for one who can’t remember.
“So.. Why are you here?”
“I were passing by and I saw you. So now I’m here, Sitting with my nerd.”-Error calmly said, Ink was surprise when the King call him “my nerd”. He belongs to none!
“Well, I’m so appreciate my King.”-the painter sarcasm said. Slightly grinned when he saw the one next to him’s face.
“Ink.. I’m sorry about the lunch time.”
“It’s okay to you if you haven’t eat anything and hungry as frick. Then yeah, it’s alright.”-the Jock snickered.
“You can eat me.”-Error flirted. Isaac playfully push Ed.
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His extra self would be waving at you the whole time you were performing and sending you little aegyo hearts. He is so damn proud of you that he can’t even contain his excitement, like he’s literally jumping up and down at the sight of you doing your thing on stage. After he will bombard you and say how you killed it, every single one of you but you especially~
‘Woahhh Y/N, you owned that stage!’
Stands on the sidelines watching your performance like a proud mother honestly, he knows how much effort you and all your group members have put into this debut and couldn’t be anymore proud. When you’re done he will pull you into a big hug and tell you how well you did, later he’ll brag to all his members about how amazing his girlfriend is.
‘Hello everyone~ That was my girlfriend just then, see how hard she worked!’
Would stand watching you, totally mesmerised in the performance. When he heard a few fans chanting already on your first stage his smile would grow and he couldn’t help but feel so so proud of you. Everytime you sang he thought he was going to cry because your of your singing voice. When you came off stage he gave you a big hug whilst complimenting your whole performance and how he loved it.
‘I loved it so much! You’re vocals are the best jagi~’
Okay so if we thought Inseong was extra, don’t even get me started on Dawon. He would literally be waving around a glow stick, since you didn’t have an official one yet, and shouting at the top of his voice. Like he literally memorised the whole of your fan chant and be screaming it with the fans, you somehow kept a straight face. When you finished and got to him he was so out of breath from it all and you just couldn’t help but laugh.
‘You…Did… so good…Y/N’
He would be watching you and oh god is he proud, he gave you advice with the cameras and how you should try to be sexy/cute depending what the song concept was and you were taking that advice on board! He couldn’t get over how professional you looked for your first stage and was definitely checking you out. After you were done he would congratulate you first and then tell you how good you looked when you were alone.
‘Oh and babe, you looked so fricking hot out there.’
He would look like such a dad honestly, he’s standing at the side of the stage watching you perform with the widest smile on his face. He knows how long you’ve been waiting for this opportunity and how nerve wracking the first performance can be, yet you were taking it all on board and didn’t seem nervous at all. He’d go straight to congratulate the whole group on their successful stage then throw a fuck tonne of compliments your way.
‘Well done girls on your debut~ Now Y/N you were so good up there, were you even nervous because you didn’t look it at all.’
Would be slightly worried because you had come to him beforehand to help you with the dance. But when he sees you not only slay your rap and then also slay the dance you were struggling with he gets so into it, like all his worries have disappeared. He would lowkey be dancing along and jamming out and when you come off stage he couldn’t hold back and ended up lifting you from the ground and twirling you around.
‘You did it! You had nothing to worry about Jagi you did it!’
Would be such a bean honestly, he’s so excited for you to debut but the he’s kinda thinking, but what if the group gets hate like you’ll be upset??? But as soon as the performance starts and he hears those fan chants already he calms down but is still stressing out a little, he wants everything to be perfect for you. When the performance is done he’s left shook because yall killed it, he runs up to you and hugs you and tells you how proud he is of you.
‘You shocked me! I knew you were great but jheez are you sure you’re rookies???’
He’s been waiting for this day for age and tbh he seems more nervous than you. He took one of his hyungs with him to keep him company and he would regret it. When you perform he unconsciously finds himself tapping his first to the beat and mouthing all your lines. He’s getting teased for life but he doesn’t care as soon as he saw you he couldn’t help himself but hug you and tell you how good you are and how perfect your song is.
‘If you don’t get you’re first win with this song then the system is hacked or something, it’s the best out here!’
I texted Scott, asking him if he found the bullet yet, since Derek was only getting worse. It looked like he could barely keep his head up. Stiles pouted while driving, every once in a while, shooting Derek glares. It was funny to see, but this didn’t feel like a laughing situation. Loud rock music played on Stiles’ radio as he glared at Derek for taking off his leather jacket.
So sometimes in reviews or summaries of Falsettos, Marvin will be identified as bisexual. Nowhere in the text is Marvin explicitly described as “bisexual” OR “gay”. Below, I spend 1500 words explaining my complex feelings around this.
TL;DR I don’t think Marvin is bisexual based on his characterization and how his relationships are described, but, as a bi person myself, I think it’s important not to assume that if someone has a gay relationship after a history of straight ones, they must be gay and their previous relationships were invalid.
So, can you say that Marvin is bisexual? Sure. Does it make sense to call Marvin bisexual in the context of his character, the show, and the Marvin trilogy? I don’t think so, but I also don’t think it really matters. Also he’s fictional so it doesn’t matter, so why did I write so much fuck
Obviously, perpetuating the “if you have had straight relationships in the past as soon as you start a relationship with someone of another gender it means you’re now only attracted to that gender” idea is stupid. I want more stories where that’s not true, so having a bisexual Marvin would be awesome!
BUT it is also true that for some people, that is exactly what it means. Maybe they were trying to force themselves to be straight, or were in denial, or didn’t realize being gay was an option, or a million other things, and then finally were able to come to terms with being exclusively attracted to the same gender, and acted on it
And also there might be some cases in between, obviously, because I don’t think anyone’s sexuality or relationships are so simple, I mean insofar as gender is already a wishy washy subject, like who fricking knows, man? Labels are just to help us understand ourselves and communicate our traits & tendencies to others
My point is, if there’s a male character whose relationship history is: girlfriend girlfriend wife boyfriend (i.e. high school sweetheart, Trina, Trina, Whizzer) there are still a million different things that might mean about his sexuality, depending on how he feels about those relationships and his sexuality
You can’t really say “oh he’s definitely gay and just was in the closet for a while” or “oh he’s definitely just bisexual” based on just relationship history. In real life, I would say that you can only make statements like that if the person tells you. In fiction, obviously, you can make more informed decisions also based on how their relationships are portrayed, how they feel about them, what the other characters say about them, what makes thematic sense, or, like Dumbledore, what the author says.
So let’s take our case of Marvin. I think we can safely assume that Marvin is, at the very least, sexually and romantically attracted to Whizzer. Now, the question moves to his relationship with Trina.
My first reaction to Marvin bisexuality is “obviously you’ve never heard The Nausea Before the Game” but it’s also fair because while we call it the Marvin trilogy, it doesn’t mean that the Marvin of In Trousers is entirely the same character in Falsettos. They are definitely characterized differently, I would say, which is even evident in that Alison was Trina in both IT and March, but Michael was brought in as Marv even though Chip obviously was available to reprise the role (though that might be because Chip is straight and they wanted someone queer, like Michael, to portray Marvin)
Anyway, in terms of Falsettos alone, I still think it’s evident that Marvin was not attracted to Trina the same way he was to Whizzer. Like, Trina didn’t even think he was, though that could have been based just on his relationship w/Whizzer. See: “Marvin was never mine, he took his meetings in the boy’s latrine” and “I only want to love a man who can love me” and “He told me how he loved me, how he needed and/or valued me” which always implied that he was trying to say the correct heterosexual thing to her
Also, a big clue, when Marvin’s talking to Mendel “Did she ever drive you wild? No. Never? No. Never? No no no” like I’m pretty sure that’s very explicitly saying he was never sexually attracted to Trina. Now, romantically? Harder to determine, but I’m pretty sure no. He definitely loves her, I mean they shared each other’s lives, and they continue to be, he talks her up to Mendel, etc.
I think it’s also important, thematically, for Marvin to have no romantic or sexual interest in Trina, because of the way he reacts to Mendel getting with her. Like, if he was at some point attracted to her or in love with her, it makes sense that he would be angry and jealous and generally upset, even though he divorced her. *But* if we assume he was never attracted to her, it becomes purely about the power thing, which is a consistent theme around his character, that he cares more about being perceived as powerful and desirable (you chose him to make me look bad), as well as being secure and cared for (I want a tight knit family, love me or break my heart, his obsession with being made food) than he does about others’ feelings, or even his own. I mean the man ostensibly broke up with his boyfriend because he beat him at chess.
Tags: female reader, alternate universe - everyone lives/nobody dies, angst with a happy ending, fluff
Summary: Crowley is holed up in the Bunker after Sam and Dean’s experiment. Much to their chagrin, he’s got a girlfriend; the Queen of Hell. Unfortunately for the both of them, Abbadon’s after them all.
I love the idea of Crowley falling for someone who is all flowery and cutesy. Sorta like Hades and Persephone. I’m not up to date with the current season atm, but I hope Crowley is okay.
A/N: PEPPER IS STILL IN TONY’S LIFE I WON’T HAVE IT OTHERWISE (also my top headcanon is that she was rebellious as a teenager and you can fight me on that because I will believe it until death)
Peter Parker is an idiot. Peter Parker just stood up a study date with the girl he likes because he’s an idiot. Peter Parker is a huge, fricking idiot.
“Parker, are you listening?” A voice snapped him out of his self pity party and made him look up at a face who’s eyes were covered in sunglasses even though it was nighttime and they were indoors. The teen wouldn’t question Mr. Stark though; even when he wore sunglasses at night. Peter nodded numbly and started staring off into space again. “You okay kid?” Tony questioned, patting Peter on the shoulder.
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Like, he was almost too pretty, Lightning thought. Those expressive, pale green eyes and full, soft-looking lips and that fluffy silver hair, so fine and smooth…he was like a doll. A platinum-haired, pale-skinned, green-eyed doll boy; beautiful and soft-featured like a girl, but just masculine enough to distinguish him from the lady-folk. Yes, Hope could seem a tad girly at fist glance, no denying that, but…
Then he’d open his mouth, and god damn.
There was no mistaking that voice. The kid had a panty-dropping voice. Especially now, after he’d lived for a millennium and entirely abandoned the higher, more boyish tones he’d used back when his appearance had actually matched his age. Lightning could sit and listen to him in fascination for hours, just admiring the sound as he happily chattered on about topics she doubted she’d ever be able to wrap her mind around—because goddamn, the little shit was brilliant as fuck. (He was also sassy as fuck, as she’d learned during the thirteen days she’d spent tethered to him via wireless com.)
Of course, Lightning had always recognized that Hope was a damn attractive boy, ever since she met him. How could she not? How could anyone not? However, she had never had any kind of romantic or sexual interest in him back when they’d first adventured together. Well, in the beginning, anyway. He was seven years her junior and acted like a little princess—certainly not the kind of person to ping on Lightning’s romantic radar. But you see, the problem with Hope is that once you get past his bitchiness and general aura of weakness, he’s actually a badass motherfucker. The kid was borderline nuts and could hold a hell of a grudge, but he could also cast a blizzaga like nobody’s business, he had surprisingly sharp senses, and he was somehow able to understand Lightning better than anyone, bar her sister, ever had in the past or would in the future. He’d quickly grown into someone that Lightning cared about despite herself. And then he’d gone and closed the age gap as well. More than closed it; reversed it. The sneaky bastard.
It was never supposed to happen like this. College, you mean. Four years ago you had it all figured out; the plan was simple and easy to follow. You go to college for a year to keep your Dad off your case, get through the year mostly by sleeping through classes and going to the bare minimum (namely just enough psych 101 classes to keep yourself off the attendance office’s radar) before leaving to go to LA.
So no, it was never supposed to happen like this.
The ‘this’, in your case is where you are right now. In your fourth and final year, drunk at a party hosted by a group of guys into organised nerd singing, one of which is your boyfriend.
You scan the room for said boyfriend but can’t seem to place him. Probably with Benji somewhere talking him down after another less than successful episode with Emily.
You can however, place a certain redhead over by the edge of the pool. Chloe. Chloe Beale.
That most definitely wasn’t supposed to happen.
You’re not sure when you started to fall in love with Chloe, but if you’re being honest it probably wasn’t long after she barged into your fucking shower in first year, something that seems like forever ago. You are sure of when you started fucking her though.
It’s honestly not as complicated as it sounds. It’s actually quite simple really. Some best friends watch movies together, or go to museums, or go shopping. Sure, You and Chloe do these things too, but you and Chloe also fuck.
You take a sip of luke warm beer and blanch internally at the word ‘fuck’, but it’s the only way you describe what you and Chloe do. There’s nothing tender about it, there’s no lingering kisses or post coital cuddles or any of that bullshit, it’s strictly a business transaction.
That’s what you tell yourself anyway, it’s easier to pretend that there are no feelings when you’re driving her to the brink of insanity, tearing her apart from the inside only to put her back together when you thrust in just the right way.
The first time was a complete accident. It was near the end of first year, in the run up to the Finals. Of course you were both wasted and it was fumbling and messy. She’d walked you back to your room after you’d chugged one too many of ‘Amy’s Surprise’, the surprise being that there’s most likely rat poison and bleach in there. Think Tom Haverford’s Snake Juice. You’d told the girls you were fine and didn’t need a chaperone, but Chloe saw through you. She always did.
So that’s how you’d found yourself wrapped up under one of her arms as she tried her best to hold you up. You’d managed to stumble through the door after dropping your key three times, before the marginally more sober Chloe picked them up and let you both in.
You remember grinning like a fucking dork at her and whispering “my hero”, which made her giggle, something she did a lot around you.
She’d managed to get you onto the bed and started yanking your shirt off your head, trying to help you get into some pyjamas.
You both laughed when your arms got tangled up because you’d been flailing around to make her job difficult. You’d do almost anything to hear her laugh.
Her arms grabbed yours and you yanked her onto the bed with you.
It was silent then. Her face was inches from yours and you didn’t dare breathe. There’d been moments like this before, ones that you couldn’t quite describe. Where there was something almost palpable, some weird and messed up vibe that seemed to pass between you both. Her blue eyes, god those fucking insanely blue eyes would be screaming at you to do something. What that something was you never knew, but they pleaded to you, trying to get you to understand.
Before you could figure out what it was she was trying to say, she’d always look away. Whatever she was trying to tell you or trying to see in your eyes she’d obviously never got the answer she wanted.
Except this time she didn’t look away. She just kept looking at you for what felt like forever, her eyes burning into yours.
And that’s when you thought you knew what she wanted. You thought you’d got what she’d been trying to say. That’s when you kissed.
You couldn’t say who made the first move. One minute your eyes were open and you were looking into her bright blue ones, and then your eyes were closed and you could feel her soft, warm lips on yours.
The kiss turned sloppy and hot, breathy and needy. God you’d never felt such need before, and not just from her, but from yourself. You didn’t just want her, of course you wanted her, but you needed this. You needed her hands that felt like they were burning you as she practically tore your clothes off to get to your skin underneath.
You moaned into her mouth as she begged you to touch her. Over and over.
“God Beca touch me. Touch me”
You couldn’t refuse. You could never refuse Chloe anything.
Her body was radiating heat, moving so smoothly against your own as you clawed every inch you could touch. Her shoulders, her back, her thighs, scraping over and over again hoping to make her feel the same burning that was tearing through you. You needed to make her feel what she was making you feel.
You took her quick and hard. It wasn’t the tender and sweet way you’d imagined it would be in the few daydreams you’d had about this. It was too rough, too rushed but she wasn’t complaining. And seeing her ride your fingers that you kept pumping into her faster and deeper with every breathless moan she gave you, hardly encouraged you to slow down.
You know that you’ll never forget seeing her fall apart that first time. Eye contact, there was just so much of it. Her bright blue eyes never left yours, her red hair matted and sticking to her face, probably the only time you’d ever seen it not looking immaculate. And she’d never looked so perfect.
After one final thrust from you and one high pitched moan from her, one which probably fucked up her nodes even more, she was done.
Her hands softly lingered on your chest, lightly tracing the marks she’d left from her nails digging in as she rode your hand.
And then she smiled. And that’s when you realised three things: first, you though you’d answered the question that had constantly been in her eyes every time she looked at you. You’d worked out what she’d been asking; she’d been asking for you. The second thing was that she’d never looked so fucking beautiful and that there was no way you weren’t going to do this again. And the third thing was that you couldn’t do this again and you could tell no one.
You tried not to let that last one get to you. This was your moment together. The one that the whole of first year had been building up to whether you knew it or not. And fuck, you were going to enjoy it.
That was the only night she ever stayed over after. She’d collapsed onto your chest, kissing hungrily and restarting the fire inside you that you thought had been sated by pleasuring her.
She fucked you just as hard, using her absurdly talented mouth relentlessly on your embarrassingly wet entrance until you couldn’t hold on anymore and released after she’d ordered you to cum for her.
When you woke up the next day, hungover and aching like a bitch, she was gone, leaving only the faint smell of her perfume on your skin and the raised red marks on your chest.
Things returned to normal after that. Well, as normal as they ever could be between you and her. Her eyes still bore into yours but with an entirely different question this time. When are we doing this next?
It was always unspoken between the two of you. You knew there couldn’t be a next time. She had Tom and you had Jesse. Maybe.
Jesse was a problem and a complication, one you didn’t need. But he was nice, and safe and he didn’t scare you like Chloe did. There was never a question in his eyes and he never set fires under your skin. But that’s a good thing.
That’s why you kissed him. Because after winning, the only thing you could see was Chloe. Chloe was there and she was pleading with you again. Again again again, there could be no again. You couldn’t get attached like this, you couldn’t need someone like you so badly needed her.
You didn’t need Jesse, so you kissed him.
And you and Chloe were friends. You could do friends. So things were fine. You went through the motions, hanging out with Jesse and trying to like him like you should like your boyfriend, to love him, to be in love with him.
The sex was fine. Just fine. There were no fires or primal urges. He didn’t make you want to tear his skin off and taste him, to feel his soul and hear his every breath come just for you.
You and Chloe stayed true to your unspoken promise and never spoke of the incident. Not to each other and not to the other girls. And certainly not to Jesse.
You’d thought about telling him before you started dating, it’s not like you were together or anything when it happened. He couldn’t be mad for something that happened before you were even together, right?
But then things got complicated when it happened again.
You hated cheating. You still hadn’t forgiven your father for it, not entirely, even if you knew your mum and dad were better off apart. It was the one thing you couldn’t condone, and yet you did it to a sweet guy who cared for you so much.
And to make things just that much sweeter, you weren’t even drunk this time.
It was your third year and you’d just officially started back. You hadn’t seen Chloe all summer and texting her near constantly just wasn’t enough. You never thought it was possible to miss someone so much. You even the most irritating things about her like her constant optimism or the way she’d snuggle up to you when you were watching a movie even though she knew you hated both movies and human contact. Well, most human contact at least.
You guys had just moved into the Bella’s house and you’d assumed you’d be the last one. When you arrived however, you found only Chloe had already moved her stuff in. Not that you’d planned your move in date around when she was planning on moving or anything. Definitely not.
Either way you were both alone. Together. And before the words “Oh! I guess we’re the first ones here!” Had fully left her mouth and before she’d even hit you with her dazzling smile you knew what would happen. It didn’t even feel like a choice, at this point it was inevitable.
You managed to hold off for far longer than you thought. She helped you unpack your stuff into a room on the top floor, one you’d agreed to share with Fat Amy (sharing with Chloe was a definite no go, for obvious reasons).
She told you about her summer and how she’d spent it volunteering at a school for underprivileged children with a knack for music. Even though you knew almost every story she relayed to you as she’d told you via text, you still laughed with her and reassured her of her talent when she voiced her doubts of her ability to teach. Just being around her made you smile. You felt like you could finally breathe again, like for the entire summer you’d been on edge, so restless and lost and you’d finally found your place again.
After you told a particularly funny story about your step monster choking on some water you’d got her and ‘aca-accidentally’ spilt salt into, Chloe snorted and then sighed.
“I’ve really missed you.”
There was something in the way she’d said it. It was vulnerable and fragile, like you could break her if you said something typically 'Beca’. Basically anything sarcastic or devoid of emotion.
Her eyes shifted downwards as she’d said it and god you needed her to see your face when you said it back.
You’d leant across the kitchen island and tilted her chin up so she was looking at you.
“I missed you too, you weirdo.”
You assumed you’d said the right thing because her eyes lit up again and she was smiling back at you.
She suggested the movie. After a day of playfully unpacking and brushing up against each other as you placed random kitchen utensils in drawers and cupboards, you knew it was a bad idea.
Every time she’d brushed by you you’d tried so hard. So fucking hard not to imagine taking her right on that kitchen counter. Tried not to stare at the tiny strip of skin on her stomach that flashed when she reached for a high shelf because you were too small. And no you definitely weren’t purposefully suggesting putting all the pots and pans on the top shelf just to see her do it. Not at all.
Of course you failed, and more often than not imagined dragging your tongue across that strip of skin and making her beg for it, making her want this as much as you did. She’d turned around when you were openly checking her out and you’d blushed. She’d only raised an eyebrow and winked before brushing past you again, letting her hand graze over the waistband of your jeans.
You’d let her pick the film as always. You couldn’t give a fuck what you watched because you knew you’d end up just playing with Chloe’s hair and forcing yourself to keep your eyes glued on the screen instead of meeting her eyes.
She’d picked Marley and Me, which didn’t really surprise you. Cute puppy that presumably dies meaning she’d probably cry and have to snuggle further into you. Sounded perfect.
It was about halfway through the movie. The puppy was no longer a puppy, even though Chloe still referred to him as 'puppy’ as she said “all dogs are puppies no matter how old they are” She looked too cute for you to argue.
You were in your usual movie watching position. You were sat almost bolt upright with your legs stretched out and propped on the coffee table, whilst Chloe rested her head on your shoulder and had an arm slung around your waist. She’d idly play with the fabric of your shirt and you’d somehow end up with your arm around her and toy with loose strands of her hair.
Of course you’d lost interest in the movie. You had after about 10 minutes, but it was Chloe so you at least tried to feign interest for a while.
You were partway through braiding a random section of her hair when you realised she’d stopped watching the movie too.
Your hand froze where it was and you’d looked at her.
And that was Strike Three.
She moved first this time, her hand trailing up your arm and quickly tangling in your hair, effectively pulling you to her.
There it was again, building up inside. How she managed to get you so worked up from just a kiss you’d never understand. Kissing Jesse was nothing like this, there was no passion, no spark and there never had been. Not like with Chloe.
You pulled her upright and onto your lap, keeping her lips locked on yours as she gasped allowing you to explore her mouth with your tongue. It felt right. That’s all you could think. Every other coherent thought slipped away and Chloe filled your senses. Her touch, her scent, her taste - Chloe Chloe Chloe.
You couldn’t get her t-shirt off quick enough. You needed to feel her against you right then and there. She must’ve felt the same as she discarded of your shirt and t-shirt almost in one motion.
You buried your face in her neck, biting, licking, sucking any flesh that you could. You revelled in the soft and breathy moans. She was making those noises for you. You were doing that to her.
Her hips rocked with yours, trying to find friction in any way possible.
“I need you.”
You didn’t say it back. You didn’t have to. Pulling back to look at her, her eyes blazed. She knew. She fucking knew.
A smirk played on her face as she got on her knees unzipped your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles.
Ecstasy. As soon as her tongue caressed your folds. This was how it should feel. This is what it’s like to be loved.
You came undone easily, even though this was only your second time together, she understood exactly how you wanted to be fucked.
With your head thrown back against the sofa, one hand in her hair pushing her impossibly closer to your centre and the other clenched in between your teeth to keep you from crying out.
“Look at me when you come.”
Your eyes snapped open and your head bowed down to Chloe Beale.
With one final thrust of her fingers and flick of her tongue it was over.
You could feel the guilt hit you almost immediately. Except it wasn’t really guilt, and that was the worst part. You knew you should feel bad, really really bad. But you felt like you should feel guilty, not actual guilt. Like some weird echo of a feeling. Pre-guilt almost or like second hand guilt. Was that even a thing? How could you feel guilty about something that felt so right? Her eyes stayed on yours and in that moment you didn’t give a fuck. This weird non-guilt could wait.
You were soft with her to begin with. You didn’t dive straight in despite every fibre of your being telling you to do just that. This was your last time with Chloe, and you wanted to savour it. But then didn’t you want to make it count?
The internal battle was interrupted by Chloe roughly grabbing your hand and pushing it against her breast.
“Take me how you want me.”
You wanted her every way. You wanted her hard and quick against the wall, soft and long on your new bed, her new bed, primal and angry on the floor of every fucking room and full of love on the kitchen counter.
The kitchen counter.
You lifted her up by her ass, feeling her arms lace around your neck and thighs clamp around your waist.
She bit your neck hungrily as you moved as quickly as your dumb, tiny legs could carry you to the kitchen.
You all but threw her on the counter top, not even bothering to take her skirt off, instead simply brushing the hem upwards and plunging two fingers straight inside her.
You both moaned loudly and her fingernails dug into your neck in response.
“You’re so wet”
Her bright blue eyes glazed over as she reattached your lips, rocking her hips to meet every thrust of your hand.
The kitchen island wobbled under your movements, a banging sound floated amongst your heavy breathing and Chloe’s moans.
“Beca. Beca. Beca.”
It was torture. No one should feel this good. No one deserved to feel like this.
Her breath tickled your ear and it was all too much. Too much Chloe.
You needed more.
Stopping momentarily, much to Chloe’s dismay (if her groan was anything to go by) you pulled her skirt down off of her legs sharply, swiftly followed by her lacy underwear.
Her legs remained around your waist and you gave her a hard kiss before travelling south to lick at the expanse of soft skin on her stomach, like you’d wanted to all day.
“I’ve wanted to take you like this all day.”
It came out before you could stop it. Chloe had that effect on you. Nothing was too much for Chloe. Nothing you could say was too much or too far. Nothing you could say would make her run.
Her hands gripped your hair and pushed you down desperately. You pulled her legs to rest on your shoulders and tasted her in one smooth lick.
Heaven. Like fucking heaven.
You couldn’t believe you’d gone over a year without this. How. You couldn’t believe you’d forgotten how it could feel to make a fallen angel curse so loud and scream to the god that banished her. How anyone could banish Chloe Beale you’d never know.
Long after she’d climaxed, you continued to lazily stroke with your tongue. You never wanted this to end, you never wanted to live without this again.
You only stopped when she feebly tugged on your head, pulling you back up to her.
She eagerly tasted herself on your tongue, which did nothing to douse the flames inside of you.
You stayed like that for a while whilst you both calmed down. Both of you completely naked in the kitchen, Chloe sat on the kitchen counter and you stood between her legs just resting your forehead against hers. You occasionally kissed her cheeks, her nose, her lips, the scar on her forehead, tasting her salty skin.
Neither of you said a word, just let the world be for a while, just the two of you suspended in time.
The clock on campus struck 2am and you both knew it was over. Chloe looked at you funny. She looked almost sad, but so so happy too.
You knew how she felt. Knew exactly what her bright blue eyes were telling you. With the strike of that clock it was back to being friends. Back to Jesse.
With the second strike you kissed her as tenderly as possible, pouring as much of yourself into that kiss as you could. You tried to say what you couldn’t, what you wouldn’t. Tried to tell her that you loved her and that you were leaving Jesse, that you weren’t afraid anymore, that this would happen again.
As you pulled away, she nodded. And it broke your fucking heart. She understood you. She always did.
You held up a finger, asking her to wait a moment. You made your way back to the living room and picked up the discarded clothes on the way.
When you got back, Chloe was sat exactly as you left her.
She smiled sadly at you again, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and you tried not to cry. This was your fault. This was all your fault.
You showed her you loved her in the only way you knew how. You hooked her bra back on over her shoulders. You lifted her arms up, kissing her shoulder, her forearm and her hand before putting her t-shirt back over her head. Her pants were slipped back on as you lifted her off the counter and slid them under her. You redressed her with the tenderness that was lacking when you undressed her. Maybe you could put her back together in the same way.
She reciprocated, of course she did. She’s Chloe Beale. She’d never take and not give back. She’d always give back and go one better because that’s the kind of selfless person she is.
She took her time in straightening your collar and brushed non-existent dirt off your shoulders, giggling when you took the opportunity of having her face near yours to lick any part of her face you could reach.
You both stood, fully dressed in the kitchen. You couldn’t move, couldn’t leave. If you left the room then it was over. And that terrified you more than you could say.
As always, you didn’t have to be scared because Chloe made the decision for you. She held out her arms and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight.
And with a kiss to the top of your head she was gone.
You’d stood in the kitchen for a while and tried not to cry. You failed.
And now here you find yourself, stood on the outskirts of the party, trying not to think about her.
Downing your beer, you sighed and entered the party. You should probably go and find Jesse, you did say you would after all. He’d text earlier asking where you were and you’d told him you were working late at the studio. You lied.
You weren’t with Chloe either. She didn’t know about the internship and you didn’t want her to either. Not for the reasons that you kept telling Jesse, the go-to “She’s just so focussed on World’s and I don’t want her to think I’m getting distracted” or any of that bullshit. You don’t want her to know because it’s a sign of things changing. Of life beyond College. Life beyond Chloe. And that’s unthinkable.
You hate it. You came here to do one year, speak to as little people as possible, make no attachments and leave. Pursue your dream and focus solely on that. And now it’s 3 years later and you’ve managed to fall in love with your best friend. Fall so hard that the thought of leaving this stupid fucking college makes you sick.
You have the dream internship, your shot to do what you want, and now because of one girl you don’t even know if you want it anymore. If leaving College and pursuing your dream means leaving Chloe, then perhaps Chloe failing to stay at Barden doesn’t seem so crazy after all. You’d fail too if it meant staying with her.
You needed time. It was going so fast and you just needed some time to figure all of this out. You’d never been a fan of change, anything new or scary and you’d run. And now so much was happening all at once and you’re barely holding it together.
Grabbing another cup of beer, you go in search of Jesse.
When you find him he kisses you and you fight back the urge to vomit. And then you have to stifle the shame you feel at being such a terrible girlfriend. If only he knew. He grills you about not telling Chloe about the internship and just hearing her name makes your stomach flip and you feel woozy. But not in the way that Jesse makes you woozy. It’s not nausea, it’s that sickeningly sweet fire taunting you.
Thankfully he says he’s heading home. He looks exhausted and you feel even worse. You’ve been such a shitty girlfriend recently and it shows on his face. He knows it’s done, he’s just waiting for you to find some fucking guts and tell him. He deserves that.
He doesn’t kiss you goodbye, just kind of awkwardly pats your shoulder.
You feel relieved. You feel horrible.
Another beer later and you’ve spoken to Emily. She seems nice. So enthusiastic and it makes you smile. She reminds you of Chloe in that way.
Skip to another beer and you know you’re drunk. A nice level of drunk. You feel warm and floaty and you’ve temporarily forgotten about graduation and leaving Barden.
You’re about to go grab another beer when you smell vanilla and cherries and home.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
You almost don’t want to turn around. You haven’t even looked at her and you already want to cry and to drag her inside and make her yours.
But of course you turn around, because it’s Chloe.
Fuck. She’s a little drunk too. You can tell by the way her eyes are dropping slightly and her mouth is smiling lazily. She looks so goofy and adorable that you can’t help but smirk back at her.
Before you can think of anything smart to say, she’s grabbing your hand and leading you away from the party.
This is bad. You know it’s bad but you can’t make your feet stop moving even if you wanted to.
“Where are we going?”
You’d hoped that you wouldn’t sound as nervous as you felt, but your voice shook slightly. Chloe always made you nervous in the best way.
She carried on leading you away from the party, dragging you through the hole in the bush and towards the Bella’s house.
“Somewhere quiet to talk.”
This is really really bad.
To your surprise Chloe stops on the doorstep of the house and flops down, gesturing for you to do the same.
You raise an eyebrow waiting for an answer.
She shakes her head slightly and gestures more fervently to the step.
“Sit. I don’t bite.”
You can feel yourself smirking even more now. Can’t make any jokes about her and biting, you know you don’t talk about it. You never talk about what happened between you and her.
“Pretty sure I have scars on my thighs that say otherwise.”
Shit. You’re just as shocked as Chloe is, but you try to shake it off.
Chloe however, looks completely thrown. Her mouth is slightly agape and her eyes seem to have gotten even bigger and brighter than usual if that’s even possible.
Her eyes look for yours. And that’s it.
You don’t care anymore. You’re not sure if it’s the beer or talking with Emily, a next generation Bella, or the defeated look you saw in Jesse’s eyes or whether it’s just Chloe, but you know that this is it.
Chloe. Chloe sat in front of you. Chloe jumping in your shower and singing her lady jam with you. Chloe teaching you the dance moves even though she knew you knew them already and just liked having an excuse to have her touch you. Chloe who fought for you to be in the Bella’s, who stood up to her best friend because she believed in you. Chloe who wiggled her way into your life and broke down all of your stupid walls. Chloe whose eyes light up every time you enter a room. Chloe who listens to your mixes and believes in you even when you don’t believe in yourself. Chloe who you love. Chloe Beale.
And it’s that simple. It’s what she’s been saying for four years now. You thought it was lust, that she needed you, which she does. But that’s not what she was asking. She was asking you to love her. And she’s sat on your porch looking at you with the same love in her eyes as she did when she first met you and you feel so stupid. She loved you all along.
And you loved her too.
You smile. It’s not a smirk, it’s an actual smile.
You hold out your hand and you know she’ll take it without asking why.
She does and you lead her inside, climbing the stairs to your room.
You gesture to your bed and she sits, looking at you questioningly. She’s nervous. Good. Because you’re nervous too.
“Okay. You know I’m no good with words but I need you to just be quiet and listen to me.”
This is awful. You don’t know what to say. Your mouth is dry and you’ve sobered up completely. What can you say to a girl who you’ve broken so completely so many times throughout the past years? You’re still with Jesse, how can you do this now?
You’ve been quiet for a while and you’ve almost forgotten that Chloe’s there. You’re lost inside your head and you can’t do this.
And then she’s there. She’s stood in front of you and she’s taking your hands.
You look at your interlocked fingers, look at the way her hand fits perfectly in yours and how your thumb automatically started making small circles on her hand. Looking at her is almost painful, but you do it. Because by god it’s the sweetest kind of pain you could ever ask for. You’d endure any kind of pain for her.
She’s smiling at you. She looks like she’s going to cry too. You hope she doesn’t feel pain when she looks at you too, but you know she probably does.
But her eyes are full of forgiveness. And of love.
And you know what you need to say.
“I love you.”
It’s cracked. It’s broken. And it’s true.
Your eyes never leave hers, even as she’s leaning in and you feel the heat from her skin radiate onto yours, starting the fire that never really leaves when you’re around her.
Her lips are on yours and it’s perfect. It’s Chloe.
Your lips tell her everything that you could never articulate. They tell her of all of your fears, your doubts, your worries and they get washed away in her mouth.
You break apart and can taste salty tears, whether they’re hers or yours you don’t know, but it’s one and the same.
She giggles. Softly, but it’s definitely a giggle.
There’s not much you do know. You don’t know how you’re going to break up with Jesse or what exactly your plans are after you graduate, but the one thing you do know… Fuck the only thing you’ve ever known, is that whatever happens, you will always be in love with Chloe Beale. And she will always be in love with you.
Can you do a imagine with Calum based on the numbers 11 and 24 of that prompt list? xx
#11 “Lay one more hand on her/him…”
#24 “Do it, I dare you.”
“Ooh, let’s play truth or dare!” Michael suggested.
Everyone knew it’d be a bad idea and yet we all sat down, drinks in hand to join. It was me, the guys, Jack, a couple of guys they knew, Bryana, Arzaylea, and a couple other girls. I didn’t really know the others, just the guys from when we were best friends back home. I watched Calum take a seat, smiling at something one of the other guys said. God, he was so cute when he smiled.
Ever since we met back in 8th grade, I’d had a small crush on him. He was just always so nice to me. I mean the other guys were nice, but Calum was the one who was always there. If I needed someone to pick me up late, he was there. If I had a bad breakup, he was there with his arms around me before I could shed a tear. When my dad passed away, he was the one who stayed with my family after the funeral, and refused to leave my side until I felt better, which took months. As I got older, the crush grew stronger, and every time I started to feel strongly for him I found someone else to be with. But every time, when the relationship ended, he was there, and I was back to loving him. Even after he went on tour, we still talked over Skype and text, and he flew me out for a couple concerts.
I took a seat in one of last open areas and looked around. There were about 12-15 of us. I watched as people went. Some played it safe and said truth (which was’t actually all that safe because the questions people asked were brutal), and some daringly chose to do whatever action we told them to. One guy had to streak in the ocean, another had to give Michael a lap dance (which was hilarious).
“Y/N, truth or dare,” a guy named Mason asked. He’d been talking to me a good chunk of the night. He was cool, but I could tell he was the type to start stuff.
I weighed my options quickly in my head. I mean with truth, he could ask about anything, and I didn’t really want my personal life out there. “Dare,” I called out, and everyone goes “ooh” under their breath, wondering what I’ve been subjected too.
“Very bold, I like it!” he pauses to think. “I dare you… to go make out with Jack.”
I can hear everyone chatting in the background. Jack? I’ve known him for years, but I’ve never felt that way about him. But the alcohol flowing through my system tells me it won’t be that bad, and that Jack’s a cool guy.
“For how long?”
“At least 10 seconds.” I nod, looking around for a way to escape this. My eyes meet Calum’s, who happened to be next to Jack, and he looks angry. Part of me hopes and wishes it’s jealousy pointed towards me, but I know it’s not. He’s made it clear on plenty occasions he doesn’t feel that way for me.
Like when he came to watch movies with me after he broke up with his girlfriend and I told him i loved him to which he replied, “I love you too. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.”
I moved towards Jack, who looked slightly excited, but that was probably just the amount of alcohol he’d had. Everyone was silent as I leaned into him, and I felt a little weird with all eyes on us. As my lips lowered to his, I felt his hand teasing at the endue of my shirt, which had ridden up to my mid-back.
I hovered over him. It hit me quickly that I really didn’t want to kiss Jack. He smelled like tequila, and I liked him too much as a friend to be cool with this.
“Well, do it! I dared you.” Mason says.
I close my eyes and brace myself. I’m sure my face look disgusted but whatever, nobody will remember this tomorrow. Ugh, his hand was getting lower.
Suddenly Jack is knocked over and I open my eyes to see Calum bent over him. “Lay one more hand on her and I’ll kick your ass so hard that no doctor will be able to fix you.”
He took my hand and pulled me up, pulling me back to the beach house the guys rented for the weekend. He dragged me into the living room, plopping me down onto one of the couches. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I was okay out there too,” I can see a slight red tinge all over his face.
“No you weren’t. I can tell you didn’t want to do it.”
“I didn’t. But I also didn’t need you to save me from it. You need to apologize to Jack by the way. He did nothing wrong.”
“He was touching you.”
“I… I just don’t think it was appropriate.”
“You sound like a fricking teacher.”
“I don’t mean to!” he yells.
“I know, it’s okay. ….Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just… I just wanted to protect you.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re my best friend.”
I want so badly to yell at him that I wish we could be more than that. Whatever drinks I consumed earlier push me to ask. “That’s it? Just because I’m your best friend?”
He closes his eyes and wipes a hand down his face. “I like you, Y/N. Like more than as a best friend. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I like you, and seeing you with other guys kills me,” he says angrily.
I lean back a little, “Woah. I was not expecting that.” Every time we have intense conversations I try to push him like that but he never budges.
“Yeah, neither was I. I just can’t take it anymore. Ever since that Ron guy in 9th grade, I’ve liked you and wanted you more than I could say. But every time I got close to doing something, some other guy would come in.” My mouth drops. He’s liked me that long? “I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. And if this ruins our friendship then so what? I can’t take spending time with you as just a friend anymore.”
I watch as he broodingly makes his way to the door. “Wait!” I say, catching up to him quickly. “I like you too. Have for a while now,” I say trying to be calm. “For like, oh, I don’t know 6 years now.”
He turns around. “No fucking way. You’re just making that up to make me feel better.”
“I wish I was. I also wish we would’ve had this talk back then.”
He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and picks me up, kissing me. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the most amazing and relieving thing I’d ever experienced. He kissed me with a passion I’d never experienced, and it made me feel like the kiss had gone on forever and would continue to, and I didn’t mind it one bit.
When he finally put me down and stopped kissing me. I said, “You still have to apologize for being so rude to Jack.”
“My intentions were good,” he said.
“Yeah sure. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
“If I get to walk it with you then I definitely wouldn’t mind,” he says, smiling.
“I’d prefer we stay away from hell,” I say, bursting out laughing with him.
A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you like it. I didn’t really know if you wanted 2 stories or them to be combined or what, but I decided to just combine them into one story. I know it’s a little cliche, but I like it that way, hope you do to.
you guys have known each other since you were toddlers
as you guys grew up together you considered him like your brother and vice versa
you call him “dino” because of a dinosaur toy he had for the longest time
he’s young but he’s advanced far beyond his years ok
in a group roast he will burn everyone to the ground
if you’re playing against him in any edition of Just Dance he’ll kick your butt
he’s really good at games in general, esp those wii sports ones that require a lot of moving
the biggest michael jackson fanboy, has all of his songs and the This Is It DVD and he learned the choreography from all of his music videos and even has a shiny glove like him he sings man in the mirror while getting ready for the day every day
but he has a broad taste in music and he listens to both mainstream top 40 hits and underground up-and-coming musicians
he’s a pretty open minded person bc he believes in constantly improving and growing so he doesn’t have a lot of strong/negative opinions abt things
when you guys text he uses a lot of emojis and quick comebacks
he’s the kind of guy who’s down for anything when it comes to getting together
“hey dino, wanna come over and watch the entire first season of this show i just found?” “heck yeah”
he’s such a pleasant, laid-back person to be around
he has a sixth sense abt people and what mood they’re in so he knows when to cheer someone up or quiet down if they’re v irritated
he takes it really hard if someone’s frustrated and they snap at him bc he feels responsible for that kind of stuff
one time someone was being super, super rude to him and you stepped between him and the perpetrator and you were like
THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND YOU’RE TALKING TOO SO U BETTER BACK TF OFF OR IMMA FIGHT
and that jerk finally left dino along and you asked dino if he was okay and he looked really caught off guard but he was like “yeah i’m fine……i didn’t know i was your best friend.”
and you’re like “dino……listen…….i would die for u ok…..u nerd”
he smiles bc he’s so lucky to have a friend like you
except now he’s feelings abt you……..weird things……what is happening…….
OH NO, HE LIKES YOU
he’s confused for the most part bc this is pretty new to him and he’s trying to figure out all the feels he’s feeling for u
if you’re having a bad day he’ll immediately do something about it like tell a funny joke or change the subject in your conversation
sometimes he’ll just wrap his arms around your shoulders and lean his head on you and not say anything and it’s literally the most comforting thing ever
one time you were gonna go on a date with someone but they stood you up so you were at home crying your eyes out when all of a sudden dino texted you
he asked how you’re doing and you told him your situation and he was like “mind if i come over in like 20ish minutes????” and you were surprised but you were like “yes pls”
he showed up at your house with your favorite candy bars and a movie you both loved and you guys watched the movie together while eating candy and sharing a bowl of popcorn and wearing blankets over your legs
he listened to you rant abt your date’s cop-out and on the inside his blood was boiling bc how dare someone just treat you like that, who gave them the right, he’s gonna give them a stern talking to
as you were talking he got this really intense, stony look on his face that you’d never seen before and you were like…….dino…….you ok buddy….
he snaps out of it and he’s like “yeah i’m fine, i just can’t believe someone would do that to you, that’s awful”
he looks so fricking sad and you’re like noooooooo!!!!!! and apologized for all the ranting you’ve done
and he’s like “no you don’t need to apologize…..it’s just……i would do anything to go one a date with you”
that hit you like a train
you were like ????? dino????? wants to date ME??????? awwweeeeeeeee
your heart swelled like eight times in size
bc you would be HONORED to go on a date w dino
so you’re like “i mean if you asked me i would be up for i-”
and his face light up like the fireworks in the sky and he was like CAN I TAKE YOU ON A DATE and you said yes
best. day. of. dino’s. life.
on your first date he took you to a cafe and bought hot cocoa for you and him with his own money…….he was so proud
dino’s the type to be all old-school and get you flowers and candies and hold your hand all the time wherever you go
but he’s also cool if you guys just chill at each other’s houses under piles of blankets and pillows
you make pillow and blanket forts with him in the living room
lots of cuddling…..so much cuddling…..
when he gets tired he just clings to you and you can’t move for like an hour
one time he put on a candlelit dinner for you at his house and he made the food himself and everything
he overcooked the meat but you thanked him for the lovely meal and gave him a kiss on the cheek
Request: anon- can you write something (imagine or oneshot) where Harry x reader (they are together) but in Earth 2 the reader already died so when Harry comes to Earth 1 he sees reader and automatically kisses them and the reader slaps him?(either bc she doesn’t know him or bc of Harribard) (and more fluff like him standing next to reader, holding hands, being protective)
A/N I don’t think this necessarily counts as an x reader one shot, so I’m gonna leave it out. Also, I’m gonna do something maybe a little different? This part wil be back story and the next part will be the second part of the request (harry & earth 1)