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writingforstraykids · 4 months

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More than friends - Chp.3

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 3893

Summary: Chan and you grow closer as time passes by and after your first kiss things are still unclear. That's until Chan walks in on you and Minho and you walk in on Minho and him only shortly after...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, switch!minho, dom!chan, sub!reader, minho x reader, minchan

A/N: Have fun👀🤭~🌙

PART TWO| PART FOUR

Over the following two weeks, Chan can't quite shake the feeling of being buried in your chest and held so safely. The fact that he had taken a few days off work and you've been there to cuddle him whenever he napped didn't help. He always loved hugging you, but now he feels like he needs at least one hug a day.

Chan spots you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all of you and smiles to himself. Minho has shown you again how to use the stove, and since then, you surprise them with something from time to time. You look adorably concentrated as he makes his way over, snaking his arms around your stomach and burying his face in your neck.

"Morning Channie," you say softly and reach back, fondling his side. You'd be lying, saying you don't love his sudden increased urge for physical affection. "You slept okay?"

"Mhm," he hums, still a little sleepy.

"Where's Min?" you ask and turn down the heat.

"Still sleeping," he tells you.

"Isn't it your day off? Why are you up already?" you ask, giggling. If your memory serves you right, only Minho has to work for a little today.

"Wanted to give you a hug before you leave," he admits and instinctively buries his face deeper into your neck as a light blush creeps up his face. That alone makes your heart flutter.

You turn in his arms and lovingly run your hand through his messy curls, smiling as he hums and melts against you. "That's really sweet, you know," you tell him. "But I'll be home all day, which means we can cuddle all you want." You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it sends a spark of delusional hope through your whole body. Is he warming up to the thought of loving you more than a friend?

"That sounds nice," he nods and squeezes you gently.

"Go and get Min before he oversleeps again," you giggle softly, and Chan places a subtle kiss on your neck before doing as you said. You look after him, stunned, fingers brushing against the spot just above your collarbone. A stupid smile spreads over your lips, and you quickly get back to work.

You find yourself back in your bed with Chan pretty soon once Minho leaves for work. You know today he'll be back in an hour tops, only having to sort out a few things for a new choreography.

You're cuddled up beneath the blanket, his face buried back in your neck, and your legs entangled beneath the blanket. You're soothingly massaging his scalp, and Chan seems to bury himself in your neck even more. You know your best friend is cuddly, but not like this; that's new, at least with you. "You're quite cuddly today, huh?" you ask gently.

"Mhm…sorry, is it too much?" he says, his grip around you loosening already.

"No, not at all," you promise and bury your nose in his curls for a moment. "Just new, that's all."

Chan hums gently before moving closer, not realizing how painfully aware of his thigh between your legs he makes you with that. "I don't know, you - you just smell so nice," he confesses after a moment.

"I do?" you ask surprised, and Chan nods.

"And you feel safe and comfy," he adds after a moment in the safety of your neck, blushing as he's sharing his thoughts so openly with you. Chan doesn't know where that urge is coming from, but suddenly, he's kissing your neck. Only once, only shortly, but he can feel your body responding.

"Channie," you whisper softly.

"You like that?" he asks quietly, and the tightening grip on his hair tells him everything. Chan plants another soft kiss against your skin before pulling back and searching your eyes. His hand finds your cheek, and your heart races in anticipation as his eyes keep traveling from your lips up to your eyes and back. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. You swallow softly before nodding. "Words, hun."

"Yes, yes you can," you stammer, and only mere seconds later, his full lips meet yours. You sink into the feeling, sighing at the way his lips chase yours so sweetly. Over the years, you've had a lot of thoughts about how it would feel like kissing him, but you were so far off, and it felt so so much better.

Chan kisses you over and over again, and it starts to become intoxicating. He buries himself into your neck with a soft moan and starts littering your skin with gentle, tiny kisses. His hand grips your hip as if he’s trying to steady himself, frantically scrunching up the fabric of your shirt beneath his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls softly, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you, staring down at you with blown pupils and reddened, parted lips. His chest heaves softly, and his eyes search yours, overflowing with emotions.

You can’t quite tell if the need and curiosity in them exceed the anxious nervousness. You blink up at him, trying to figure out his next move and gasp, surprised, as he suddenly buries his face in your stomach with a low groan. “Channie?” you ask, carefully combing your hand through his curls.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“For what?” you ask calmly.

“For kissing you,” he groans softly, and you can see his ears burning red. Is he blushing?

“Why?” you ask curiously, and he lifts your head, showing you that he is indeed blushing very heavily right now.

“I haven’t even…I-fucks sake,” he curses at himself and glares at you playfully as you giggle beneath him. “I shouldn’t have, not like this, not when I still haven’t figured it out.”

“Well, how’s that been going?” you ask, not unkindly.

“Not great, obviously,” he snorts.

“I fear you won’t find out hiding from me,” you chuckle at him and reach up, gently caressing his cheek. “Kissing me now doesn’t mean you have to commit to me on the spot, dummy.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair to you,” he sighs, and his eyes widen in surprise as you grab his neck.

“My gosh, you big baby, come here,” you roll your eyes at him and meet his lips once more.

Chan only fights it for a second before allowing him to enjoy the feeling and listen to his body. His heart rate picks up a little as your soft lips dance against his. He starts feeling warm and fuzzy the longer he kisses you, and his mind goes foggy. The grip on his neck and the subtle touch of your hand on his back feels way too good, and he starts thinking back to his first kiss with Minho, which had felt so much different from this. It all happened in a rush, in his room as they were working on “Drive” and suddenly couldn’t stay away from each other anymore after one or two too many jokes about the very obvious message of the song. Things had developed rather fast between them anyway, so what’s stopping him from doing the same with you?

Suddenly, someone races up the stairs, and you flinch away from each other. Chan drops into the mattress next to you, the door opening only seconds later. Minho stands in the doorframe and halts for a moment, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. “Hi?”

“Hey,” Chan smiles at him innocently and gets out of bed, making his way over.

Minho chuckles surprised, as Chan wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him into a longing kiss. He kisses back with a sweet smile and caresses his cheek. “You’re okay?” he asks, pulling back and glancing at you suspiciously. “Is he alright?” he mouths at you.

“I’m okay,” Chan promises and turns to look at you as well. The pleading look in his eyes tells you to shut up for now and give him time to work this out. You nod reluctantly and flash Minho a gentle smile.

Minho watches you for a moment, noticing your swollen lips and the red patches covering your neck. Your shirt is halfway torn from your sweatpants. He glances at Chan and notices the way his hair is messed up, just like when he runs his hand through them too long. His lips look puffy, and the tight grip on his hip betrays him; he’s worked up. Minho hums softly before turning around and making his way downstairs, grinning to himself. You two really are by far the shittiest liars he knows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan frowns at you and glances after him.

“He’s not stupid,” you chuckle quietly. “Maybe he knows already.”

“You think so?” he asks just as quietly, and you shrug.

“I brought lunch!” Minho shouts upstairs, ending your whispered conversation.

“Coming!” you yell back and hop off your bed.

“Y/N,” Chan holds you back as you pass him.

“I won’t tell him. This means nothing until you’re sure about what you want,” you tell him and gently pat his hand wrapped around your arm. “Now come on, I’m hungry.”

Chan giggles and follows you downstairs, taking his usual seat next to Minho. He soon busies himself with eating, hoping Minho wouldn’t dig too deep. His eyes keep on wandering back to you, vivid images of you beneath him flashing his mind.

Minho pretends not to suspect anything but can’t stop himself from glancing between the two of you. Chan is stuffing his mouth, as always, when he prefers not to talk about something occupying his mouth. You seem calm on the outside, but the glances you both are stealing tell him everything. “Soo…how was your day?” Minho asks after another minute of silence.

“It was…nice,” you nod gently, and Chan hums agreeingly, quickly taking another bite.

“Nothing unusual?” he asks, and Chan almost chokes on his food.

“Why?” you give back with a patient smile.

“That’s so rude, kitten, answering a question with another,” he huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Why would you think something unusual happened?” you ask innocently.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” Minho comments.

“What?” Chan asks nervously. “Why?”

“You know damn why, pretty boy,” he says, making Chan blush heavily. “You think I’m too dumb to notice you two were kissing each other stupid up there?”

Chan swallows softly, lowering his spoon and glancing at you nervously. “We-uh.”

“It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why we didn’t want to tell you yet,” you explain.

Minho takes another bite and squints his eyes at you as he chews. “Kissing doesn’t mean anything? Between two childhood besties that have been crushing on each other for years,” he points out and raises his eyebrows at you. “Since when?”

“I uhm…I’m still figuring things out,” Chan speaks up after a moment and awkwardly scratches his neck.

“You tend to kiss before you think, I forgot that for a second,” Minho smirks smugly, thinking back at their first kiss.

“Min!” he protests and gently shoves his shoulder as the younger one giggles at him.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Just tell me once you have sex because that shouldn’t be part of deciding if you want to be together,” he says dryly, taking another bite. Both you and Chan blush at his words, lowering your eyes to the table. “Stop looking like two horny teenagers who just got caught, my god...Even though, if I think about it-.” He breaks out into laughter as Chan smacks his arm in protest, and you shove him beneath the table.

“We’ll get there…I promise,” you chuckle, and Minho simply hums.

“Knowing this guy's sex drive, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says, and this time, Chan sinks deeper into his chair, pulling down the hood of his sweater to cover his face. Minho giggles softly and reaches out for him, soothingly rubbing his shoulder. “I’m just teasing you, Channie love.”

“We both know you love it, fucker,” Chan mutters at him sulkingly.

“Why wouldn’t I`?” he grins smugly, and you kick him once again, accidentally hitting Chan, who flinches.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks, laughing as you apologize, giggling. “Fine! We kissed, and I loved it, but I don’t want to rush.”

“I can accept that,” you wink at him, and Minho buries his face in his hands, clearly exhausted by the two of you.

The next day, Chan’s back at the company, and Minho has a day off. You enjoy a lazy breakfast with Minho, still in your pajamas, before cuddling up on the sofa as a movie plays in the background. Minho mindlessly fondles your thighs and plants tiny kisses on your hair from time to time. It doesn't take long, and you're straddling his lap, kissing him longingly. You deepen the kiss hungrily, whimpering into his mouth as he pulls you in close, making you grind against him in the process. “Min,” you whine softly.

“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, agonizingly slowly kissing down your neck.

“Please,” you breathe out, pressing yourself down against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” he asks lowly, sharp eyes shining at you.

“Need you,” you tell him pleadingly.

“Now?” he asks, giggling, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties, collecting your juices. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he hums.

You rock your hips against his fingers needily, hand buried in his hair. “When will Channie be back?” you ask, and Minho raises his eyebrows at you, pushing two fingers right into you. A surprised moan leaves your lips, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why? Want him to do it instead?” he asks, and the way you clench around his fingers betray you.

“N-No,” you stammer, and your eyes widen as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“You’re such a dirty little liar,” he smirks. “He kissed you, and you already think you’ll get a taste of my boyfriend, huh?”

You shiver at the way he claims Chan as his own and wonder if you made him jealous. “Just wanted to know so he doesn’t walk in on us.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like that,” Minho smirks and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Come on,” he encourages you.

You swallow softly and take off your shirt, your bra following, discarding both on the carpet. “Why would I want him when I have you, huh?” you give back, watching his eyes darken with lust.

“Careful, kitten, I might believe you,” he chuckles before gently pushing you off his lap. You’re about to protest until you notice he’s pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. “Well, come on then.”

You get up, quickly ridding yourself of the clothes left on your body before straddling his lap again. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he locks eyes with you as he grabs his dick, dragging its tip between your folds. A low, controlled groan escapes his throat, mixing with a sweet whimper of your own. You grip his shoulder tightly, screwing your eyes shut tightly as he pushes into you with a few precise thrusts.

Minho moans deliciously once he’s fully buried inside of you, grabbing your hips. “That’s what you wanted, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you moan out as he starts guiding your hips, thrusting up into you. You start moving, desperate for his touch, eyes rolling back as he buries his face between your breasts, leaving soft bites. Your moans grow louder as he goes on, eyes fluttering close, body moving frantically on top of his. Minho’s no better, moaning your name against your flesh, gripping whatever parts of your body he can reach. Neither of you notices the front door opening, too caught up in your shared pleasure.

Chan hums softly to the tune playing in his headphones and types a message to Han, sending him a file of the track they worked on. He kicks off his sneakers and walks into the apartment, heart dropping to his stomach as he finally notices the pair of you. His eyes widen and he drops his phone. Chan quickly covers his eyes, stumbling away from you. "Oh my fucking god, sorry!" he exclaims and races up the stairs to their bedroom.

You flinch on top of Minho and exchange a shocked look with him. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he presses out, shaking his head at you. He’s so close; he can deal with this later.

“O-okay,” you stammer, thighs trembling already. Fuck. Only a bit more, and you would’ve cum.

Chan stands there in shock for a moment before quickly taking off his headphones, dropping down on his bed, and hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no, you can't be serious," he curses quietly. Fuck, of course, he knows the way Minho looks, moves, and also sounds in bed. But…not with you on top of him, moaning his name so obscenely loud as your back arches. Chan only then realizes he hasn't closed the door properly, and he can hear your moans mixing with those of his boyfriend. He winces as he thinks of your body, all its curves and details, and sinks deeper into the mattress as he hears Minho moaning out your name in bliss. That shouldn't turn him on as bad as it does. "Fuck, no," he whispers as he feels arousal coursing through his veins. Chan hugs a pillow, covering his lap as if that'd make it any better. "No, no, you're not gonna get hard to the thought of your boyfriend and best friend fucking," he scolds himself before glancing at the door and biting his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. His inner conflict ends once you come upstairs, the door of the bathroom closing behind you.

Chan jumps up and races downstairs, spotting Minho on the sofa, only wearing boxers and a shirt, looking at him apologetically.

"I didn't know you'd be home that early again," he contorts his face.

Chan looks at him with wide eyes and takes a deep breath. "I-I thought we could get lunch together," he says barely above a whisper.

Minho nods and tells him to sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. "Sorry, Channie."

"Don't," he shakes his head. "She's your girlfriend, and there's nothing to be sorry about. I had my headphones on, so I didn't..you know, didn't hear."

Minho nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. "Are - are you okay?"

"No," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "That…turned me on way more than it should," he whispers. Minho snorts in relief and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Don't tempt me now," Chan laughs.

"I think…you know what that means, huh?" Minho asks gently.

"Of course I do," he sighs softly. "But she deserves better; that's why she has you."

"Channie," Minho scolds him gently. "Stop talking shit and make a move, for fucks sake. She won't wait around forever."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he promises.

"You better…Again, I'm sorry," he contorts his face.

"Please shut up before I take you right here on the sofa," Chan warns him as the images once more flush his mind.

Minho hums softly and leans over, littering his neck with kisses. His hand slips down Chan's thigh and into his lap, rubbing down between his legs against his growing bulge. "Huh, you did enjoy that," he mutters against his skin.

"Minho," he warns him, hips betraying him and bucking into his touch. He jumps off the sofa and walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Minho scoffs softly before following him and hugging him from the back, hands running up his chest as he presses himself against Chan's strong body. "Come on, she said she'll take a long shower and get ready to meet some friends. She won't be here for a while."

"Well, then wait until she's gone," Chan sighs and pours himself some water, trying to think of stuff that would turn him off.

"Hyungie?" Minho whines softly.

Fuck. Chan closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Minho, I swear to God -," he starts out but stops when he feels him grinding against his ass. He turns around quickly and grabs Minho's chin firmly, making the younger one moan in surprise. Chan's breath hitches at how worked up Minho looks, pupils already dilated and dark. "Stop being such a brat, I said no."

"Please, Channie love," Minho bats his eyelashes at him. He knows how to push his buttons to get what he wants. Minho's hands roam his chest, and he presses himself close, chasing Chan's lips.

Chan grips his hips with a sigh before pushing his leg between Minho's. "Do what you have to, but if she comes downstairs, you fucking stop. We'll take care of this properly later, you hear me?"

Minho nods eagerly and already grinds down against him, a low moan falling from his lips. He hides his face in his neck, hot breath, and open-mouthed kisses ghosting over Chan's skin within no time. Minho's hands grip Chan's shirt, hips moving with desperate need against him. "Hyung," he moans shamelessly, and Chan's brain stops working for a moment.

Chan watches him intensely, mouth watering at the pure need Minho moves with, whining softly as he picks up pace. He can feel him leaking through his boxers against his bare thigh, and it's too much. Minho very rarely fully puts away his dominant nature, even though Chan mostly takes control in bed. Moments like this, with Minho clinging to him, begging him for more and too dumb to realize he could move at his own pace, wrecked Chan every damn time. He curses softly before shoving him off, turning him around, and bending him over the kitchen island. He shoves three fingers into Minho's mouth, who starts sucking at them eagerly. "You better be quiet and quick now," Chan growls into his ear.

They don't notice you turning the water off upstairs, they don't notice you stepping out of the bathroom and making your way to the stairs. And they're not quiet anymore.

You freeze at the top of the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of them. You have heard them before, not only once, but seeing it was something else. Minho's bent over the kitchen island, face buried in his hand as he tries to stifle his moans and fails miserably. His eyes roll back as Chan hits all his sweet spots, his jaw growing slack. His other hand is fidgeting as if he's trying to find something to hold onto. Chan's pounding into him at a rough pace, and Minho seems to love it. Chan leans forward, grabbing Minho's hand and giving him something to hold onto. The way he towers over him, whispering stuff into Minho's ear that makes him moan, does something to you. Fuck. You really want a piece of that Chan as well. You very quietly turn around and go back to your room, trying to ignore the way your body very clearly reacts to what you just saw. "Fucks sake, you got me back, Chan," you whisper to yourself.

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ryoun · 14 days

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kdrama parallels [2/∞] ▸ sneaking a shot (of their crushes) using an analog camera

more than friends x twinkling watermelon

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writing-positivelyexisting · 1 year

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Hey there!

Could you please write a Crosshair x reader where they’re besties and reader is super touchie, wich makes people always tease them. one day reader just kiss Crosshair out of nowhere and confess liking him. It would be a fluff (:. Thank you!!

OOO! I'm absolutely in love with this, hell yes! I am a huge sucker for friends that flirt and it's mutual that the relationship flourishes.

Maybe More Than Friends

The Bad Batch. Crosshair/Reader. (Request). | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

Walking off the Marauder, your arm was comfortably slung on Crosshair's shoulder, both of you having cocky grins on your face. The team behind you watched with raised eyebrows and confused smiles. You and the Batch had just come back to Kamino from a successful mission of stopping an illegal spice smuggling. But the reason you and Crosshair were smiling was because you had a close call with death.

He was firing from atop a platform with you by his side. You were a battle medic and stayed in the safest spots which were almost always where the sniper was. (It's really how you and the man became friends so quickly). The smugglers fired back and one of the blasts struck at your feet making you stumble backwards. You lost your balance and braced for the long fall ahead of you but a familiar hand had caught your arm.

You opened your eyes to see Crosshair's usual scowl, toothpick stuck snugly between his lips. "Thought I wouldn't catch you?"

"You really know how to make a girl fall in love with you," you smiled as he pulled you back to your feet.

"Just you."

It was a romantic moment, considering the flirting, but you knew him better than that.

At the cafeteria, you sat next to Cross and immediately the eyes of every other clone were on you. Since joining the Bad Batch and having a close relationship with the grumpy sniper, you've had eyes on you. It wasn't until one of the regs asked if you and Crosshair were dating did you understand why.

"No, we're not." You and him said it simultaneously. It kind of freaked the reg out but he didn't press further.

So, by now you were used to it. It was kind of funny to you, though. You and him were really touchy sometimes. Crosshair would fix your hair if it wasn't neat, or lean against you with his arm around your shoulder. Hell, he'd even let you disassemble and reassemble his Firepuncher from time to time when it was a slow day. And you would hug on the man despite his gruff huffs and shoves, you'd link your arm with his when the team was off-world, resupplying the Marauder for the return home.

You two really did look like a couple most times.

And at some point, his brother's began to tease the two of you. Mostly Hunter and Wrecker, occasionally Echo and Tech.

"Oh look, the wife and husband are back from grocery shopping," Hunter said one time when the two of you returned to the Marauder with food.

You laughed but Crosshair glared, taking his toothpick from his lips to speak. "We aren't dating. Quit saying that." His arm promptly unlinked with yours and pushed ahead of you inside the ship. It stung, but it was how he was.

You gave Hunter a shrug, "He's sensitive, what can you do?" Hunter chuckled and nodded his head.

The truth is that you did have feelings for Crosshair. It wasn't intentional at all. You were constantly by his side when on missions, so you decided to make friends with the guy. (Otherwise it would be awkward). He didn't seem to hate your presence and eventually started talking to you without any trouble. Then, the flirting.

He was the one to flirt first, believe it or not. Crosshair caught you staring at him. You were zoned out, truthfully, and didn't know you were staring at him. He straightened his posture and called your attention.

When you blinked and tilted your head, he smirked. "Fallin' for me?"

It shocked you and made you want to chuckle at the same time. You intended to say, 'yeah right', but you decided to play along. "Oh, yeah. Hardcore."

It earned you an amused huff before he flicked his toothpick at you. "Don't," he said, "I'm bad news."

The flirting continued moving forward, which was honestly fine with you. You enjoyed it and you didn't want to make anything awkward by not doing it or asking for it to stop. It felt like it was too late for that. Only when you realized that you had actually fallen for Crosshair did it start to hurt, little by little.

"Hey." A flick to your forehead brought you back from wherever your mind had wandered off to. "You feelin' okay?"

You took a deep inhale and smiled. "Of course."

"Good." His hand touched your shoulder and you swore it lingered for a few seconds. "Hate to have our medic down."

You could only nod, shoveling your food into your mouth to keep busy.

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The following day was another mission. This time you were helping one of the Jedi's fight the Separatists. These missions were always a favorite for the Batch. They got to show off their enhanced abilities to the regs.

Once again, you were with Crosshair. He was leading the way up a mountain, finding the perfect spot. You continuously looked behind you to see just how high you had climbed. You could barely see the waiting troopers down below in the valley, waiting for orders. You turned back to see Crosshair lightly tossing his rifle up on a ledge before climbing up.

You followed and took a few moments to get your footing when he crouched down to offer you his hand. You smirked up at him and placed your hand in his. "Promise not to drop me?"

Crosshair lifted you up with ease, helping you steady yourself on the small ledge. "Only a fool would drop a girl like you."

That line quite literally sealed your fate. It was so different from his usual flirting. His tone was deeper and more personal. You took the leap. You leaned in and gave his lips the quickest kiss known to the universe. It was like it didn't even happen. But it did. And Crosshair felt it like it was a full kiss.

There was only a brisk moment of silence before Crosshair took out his toothpick and properly kissed you. His hand was holding your face, his fingertips just through your hairline at your ear, his other hand standing up his rifle. Both your hands held onto him, one on his bicep and the other on his shoulder. The kiss was longer but not by much, he still needed to get to the vantage point.

When he let you go and put back his toothpick he smirked at your blushing face. "That's a proper kiss, cyar'ika."

"I know how to kiss, ass!"

"Care to demonstrate?"

word count: 1,094.

p.s. I love this man!! I wrote this in the setting of Season 1 because this where we had a much more wholesome kind of Crosshair, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting, this was so fun for me to write! <3

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #fluff #star wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #tbb season 1 #tbb crosshair x reader #Crosshair season 1 #flirting #more than friends #promise not to drop me?#only a fool would drop a girl like you #such a weak girl for this

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 7 months

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It’s fucking terrifying how deep the desire goes. How carelessly he’s letting me wade in unchecked.

I drag my fingers back up his thighs, hooking the hem of his shorts, pulling. The water’s up to my neck.

Stop me, I think. Pull me back.

More Than Friends by Fatalfangirl

Happiest Birthday to Stacy!

I commissioned this gorgeous piece of art from @mostlymaudlin as a birthday gift to @fatalfangirl! This is an illustration from a scene from Stacy’s fabulous fic More Than Friends. If you’re reading this fic, you know the scene. 😉 If you haven’t yet, do yourself a favor and start it now because it is a fucking TREAT.

Stacy, my dear friend. You are such a wonderful person whom I absolutely adore. I am thankful for your friendship every damn day. I love you and I hope this brings you some joy and happiness today. Thank you for being you. ❤️❤️❤️

#more than friends #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on fanfiction #carry on fanart #fic rec #happy birthday!#thank you Rory you truly outdid yourself with this one 😍

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chuusapplee · 24 days

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Satoru: The Hopeless Romantic

I remember thinking “I don’t even like you that much”

Yet I was the one that fell to the floor at your touch

Even if we’re just friends and I do hope we can be more than friends

I wish you’d see me through a different lense

#delusional #jjk #satosugu #angst #drabble #jujutsu kaisen #lovers #geto suguru #gojo satoru #more than friends #romance

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fatalfangirl · 3 months

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Gasp. I'm here. It's been awhile, but I felt encouraged by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and her mention of trying for 250 words a day. So I gave it a shot and... ta-da...

Thank you so much for all of the tags for the months I've been away. The second half of 2023 was really fucking intense and I felt both guilty and happy that you guys kept thinking to tag me on stuff.

Anyway! Some smutty words from More Than Friends and tags below the cut. Hurray!

Simon:

My snorted laugh is broken and reeks of painful edging. “What?” he asks again. I drop my head back with a thud against the top of the sofa. “You’re killing me." Baz gives my cock a squeeze and I can feel his breath, teasing. “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m really not,” I groan and lift my head back up in time to watch him lick at my leaking tip like a kitten, eyes heavy lidded and downcast as he focuses on his task. The drag of his tongue is so fucking slow and his eyelashes are so fucking pretty. He’s so fucking pretty.

I feel rusty as fuck and I'm so happy I had the foresight to outline this MTF chapter. It's been a hot second since I opened this WIP doc.

Thank you for the tags @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @hushed-chorus, @artsyunderstudy, @iamamythologicalcreature, @shrekgogurt, @nausikaaa, and @alexalexinii.

It's late, so consider these for wednesday: @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @ic3-que3n, @j-nipper-95, @erzbethluna, @rimeswithpurple, @larkral, @blackberrysummerblog, @facewithoutheart, and @aristocratic-otter.

#new year who this?#it took me like an hour to write 250 words #but it's better than not writing at all #more than friends #six sentence sunday

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pixiemoonmagic · 2 months

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Kissing Her in the Garden 💋💞💐🌷🪻🏳️‍🌈

(2/14/2024)

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its-all-coming-back-to-meme-now · 2 years

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#polyamoury #polyamory #friends #platonic #kissing #platonic love #romantic love #blurred lines #more than friends

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venusstorm · 2 years

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More Than Friends

Part Four

Fear. It drove apart your friendship with Chris, it prevented him from telling you how he feels, and after a big argument, you’re left wondering if he had ever even cared.

Note: Italics indicate past events

Warnings: 18+, angst, fluff

<Series Masterlist> Masterlist

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Time stops when Chris sees you. It was something like a dream, all the noise on set comes to a halt, a deafening silence ringing in his ears as he watches you ramble on to the person in front of you. Not a word you said reaches his ears but it doesn't need to.

He smiles to himself as he envisions your fast-paced tone, probably getting carried away and skipping to a million different subjects in the span of a minute. Then you break out into a wide grin, the other person giggling loudly at whatever you had said.

His mouth hung a gap, blinking slowly to make sure you weren't just a figment of his imagination and indeed right there in front of him. Someone calls out his name but it vanishes into background noise.

You were here. That's all that matters in this very moment.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Chris watching you. If he hadn't known that you were working on the same film then he sure as hell knows now. You quickly turn back towards the person, ignoring his blatant stares as you burst into a fit of giggles.

He swore his heart stopped when your eyes lingered on him.

Chris couldn't remember the last time that he heard you laugh. The thought alone sent stakes into his heart because once upon a time, the two of you laid out on the floor in a fit of laughter, wheezing and trying your hardest to breathe just to start the cycle all over again after another joke was said.

The nagging voice returns. Louder this time. "Hey uh, Chris wardrobe needs you..."

He shakes his head, "Just give me a second."

"It's urgent, we can't continue filming unless they get you fitted for the next scene."

Mindlessly he nods, reluctantly allowing his feet to take him away in the opposite direction of you. But he can't help but take one last look, eyes softening after realizing you were staring at him too.

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"And cut!"

Chris inhales deeply. It had been hell trying to film while you sat watching. It took him several takes to finally push you from his mind, engulfing himself in his role and letting real life become a minuscule thought.

You rise from your chair next to the directors, hurriedly walking over to a table covered in desserts to stuff your mouth before break ends.

Chris was tugging with his subconscious, debating if sparking a conversation on the job was truly the best idea. But heart defeats his mind and he finds himself walking over to you without an ounce of confidence.

You don't notice him at first. After all, the powdered donuts are really good.

"Hi," he states breathlessly.

You stare up at him. His face beads with sweat causing a sheer glow across his skin. Black "dust" coats his cheeks to mimic the effects of a grenade and minutes’ worth of gruesome fighting. But still, he looks like the Chris you know...even if everything else has changed.

"Nice mustache," you snort.

He doesn't say anything at first. He's too caught up in taking in every aspect of your being. "It's kinda growing on me," he shrugs.

A painfully long silence sparks. Too much history and too many words waiting to be said on the edge of your tongues.

Chris clears his throat. "I uh— I didn't know you were working on this movie too. You never told me."

Your response comes out muffled as you bite into a brownie. "And when would I have had the chance to do that?"

"Right..." he trails off. "Well congrats, I know you've always wanted to work on a big project like this."

Another awkward silence blooms and Chris can't help but remember a time when nothing was ever tense. For years he had looked forward to the day when both of you were hired for the same film. He got so excited from thinking about seeing you every day, not having to suffice with FaceTime calls and texts until he could return home.

You'd be right there with him the entire time. Exploring whatever city you found yourselves in until it felt like a second home.

But instead, you're on the same set with nothing but animosity and regret.

Finally, you break your silence. "Look. We don't have to pretend to be on good terms. We're here for work and that's it. Whatever baggage we have should remain back home because honestly, I'm sick of carrying it around."

His hand clenches, he has so much to say to you and not enough time to do so. "I—"

A rush of people come crowding towards the table, extras and film-crew members pushing their way through to get in a quick snack before the cameras start rolling again.

His words become stuck. He can't say what he needs to with a slew of people in earshot. "Yea, of course," he sighs.

You grab a few more treats before turning to leave when he touches your arm softly, whispering your name to catch your attention.

His eyes are watery, emotions piling up after seeing your face again. He had envisioned the first time he saw you again and it went nothing like this.

He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I know Chris."

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You weren't too sure how you ended up in this situation. The Russo Brothers had invited everyone out to eat and of course, you agreed. You thought it would just be the directors, producers, and a few other people on your team headed out for dinner but apparently, the universe had other plans.

"Uhm there's like a million seats at this table." You stare down, chuckling because there were more plates than ten times your group combined.

"Gotta have room for the cast," Anthony shrugs.

Cast?

And that's how you found yourself anxiously waiting for Chris to show up. You took every second to eye the door, preparing yourself to be stuck at a dinner table with him all night.

Slowly time ticks by until nearly all the seats are filled. A sigh of relief escapes your lips but quickly you suck it back in when the sight of Chris in a fitted button-up shirt comes waltzing into the restaurant. Fuck.

He greets everyone, eyes landing on yours and then on the last empty seat beside you. No, no, no.

Hesitantly he walks over to the chair, sliding it out and sitting down before shooting you a remorseful look. "Just business right?"

"Right," you grit, teeth stuck together as you try to hide your conversation from any listening ears.

As the night goes on and the food finally comes to the table, you find yourself staring off into space. Every time Chris speaks you’re sent spiraling. When he laughs you can't help but think “how is he so okay right now?” And every glance he shoots your way has you caving into your seat.

Mistakingly, his leg brushes against yours. He mumbles out a quick apology but you're too stuck in your head to reply. His scent was devouring you. His presence was making your head spin and suddenly your stomach began to churn.

You need space. Now.

The place is far too loud and everyone is too distracted to notice the way you push out of your chair to leave. Not even your bosses spare you a glance as you attempt to tiptoe away from the scene.

Sensing your quick movements Chris turns towards you. "You okay?"

"Just a little warm in here...I'm gonna step out for a bit."

Warily he nods, watching you disappear within the crowded restaurant until his intuition kicks in. "I'll be back," he mutters to nobody in particular.

Dropping his fork he races out of the restaurant, searching for your figure on the crowded sidewalk. "Hey!" He shouts, jogging to the other side of the street to catch up to your fleeting form.

Pausing, you turn around. "Hey," you say sullenly.

He scratches the back of his neck, eyes looking everywhere but you. "I know we're not at our best right now but I was thinking we could go for a walk maybe?"

"Chris..."

"Please," he begs." Another day of acting like everything's fine when it's not is gonna make me go insane."

Hesitantly you accept. "Okay."

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The cool night air was chilly as the two of you walked along the streets of Prague. After visiting one time you had already fallen in love. The nightlife was vibrant and everything made your eyes widen in awe.

Chris couldn't help but steal glances at your awe-stricken expression. Your eyes glazed with adoration as you scanned the architecture that surrounded the beautiful Vltava River, blissfully unaware of the way he's taking in every part of you.

"I always wanted to take you to Europe," Chris begins.

"Yea?"

"Every time I'm here I think about how much you'd love it. Every country I've been to has something beautiful to offer and it's hard to fully enjoy it when all I'm thinking about is being back in Boston."

"With you" he wanted to add.

You knew Chris missed you when he was away, it's why he sent a gazillion postcards of every place he went to. A little message was scribbled on the back of each one with a lopsided smiley face at the end.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," you shoo.

"Are you kidding me? Everywhere I go I'm trying to enjoy it the way you would."

You avoid his gaze, terrified that if you made eye contact your heart would beat out of your chest. "Really?"

"If I'm at an art museum I'm paying extra close attention to the descriptions because I know you'd read every last one. And I always make sure to stop by a bakery and get anything with chocolate since that's your favorite flavor. And let there be a pretty sunset, I pull out my phone and take a photo immediately for our collection.

You and Chris have a shared album filled with photos of skylines. The beach, mountains, even your backyard. Before everything, he planned to print the prettiest ones out and place them in a scrapbook just for you. To the person always willing to chase sunsets.

"I didn't know you did all that," you whisper.

"You make everything better," he beams. "Sure hanging out with my cast mates is always fun but they aren't you. Honestly, It gets lonely after a while."

The chilly night air blows past your body causing a shiver to run down your spine. "You never told me you felt that way."

He grabs your hand gently and leads you to a bench overlooking the river. The water was still, unlike your thoughts which were whirling a mile a minute.

"I haven't told you how I felt about a lot of things actually," he confesses.

Your eyes broaden with panic. "Let's not do this now, please. We still have months left of filming and I don't think I can handle reopening old wounds right now."

Chris watches how your face fills with anxiety. Eyebrows knitted together, lips in a tight frown, even your hands are fumbling together as you thought about the rollercoaster of emotions you've experienced this year alone.

Whatever he had to say now would have to wait. You don't think your heart can take any more breakage.

Your feet tap the ground repetitively, thoughts racing as you feel yourself treading back to old habits. One’s spent walking around your room in circles for hours wondering why the hell you had to ruin a perfectly good thing.

And for the first time up close, he truly saw what he had done to you. You look fearful sitting next to him.

He goes to touch your hand but you quickly pull away.

"This was a mistake," you murmur.

Chris shakes his head vigorously as you stand up from the bench, hands wrapping around your body protectively against the wind. He watches helplessly as you begin to walk away and suddenly everything begins to feel far too final. This isn't how it's supposed to end.

"I was scared!" He shouts.

Your feet come to a halt. Back still faced towards him, he continues. "I was scared of losing you for good."

Slowly you turn around, tears fighting to come loose as you stare at your best friend. The one person who you truly had believed could never hurt you.

"When you told me how you felt every possible ending came tumbling into my head. Do you know how badly I'd been aching to hear those words come from your lips? Thought I was gonna pass out right then and there because finally, I had some confirmation that everything I've ever felt towards you wasn't one-sided."

A few onlookers walk by but you're too engulfed in your world with Chris to care. These raw emotions had been clawing their way out for years and it was finally time to let them loose.

"But every time I allow myself to tempt the idea of being with you an immense fear of losing you washes over me. I've seen so many relationships crumble...and the thought of you leaving my life because I can't fulfill your needs—" He chokes out a sob, eyes fluttering away from yours as he stares at the ground.

"Being your best friend and nothing more guaranteed that I'd never lose you...that I'd never disappoint you."

He takes a step closer until only a few feet distance you from each other.

"You don't think I was scared too? Telling my best friend that I love him was absolutely terrifying. I spent months thinking of how to tell you. It ate me alive but not telling you was killing me more. I'd try to talk myself out, convince myself that I'd just make it all worse but something deep inside of me told me to take a chance."

He searches for your gaze, a strong desire to hold you tight and utter apology after apology as if it'll make everything better.

"And you know what happened? You called us unrealistic," you shout. "You let me think you were in a full-on relationship while I sat at home wondering why the fuck I wasn't good enough to be something more to you."

His breathing halts. You? not being good enough for him? If only you knew how many days he spent telling himself you deserved better than anything he had to offer. But still, he was shameful. You were right. Every last word was true and he couldn't express how much he thought about taking every last mistake back.

"It's not unrealistic," he states.

"What?" Your voice is exasperated.

"I shouldn't have said what I did that day. Rejecting you, leaving without a word, allowing myself to grow weak and fall into a PR stunt without consulting you...all of it combined make up the biggest regret of my life. And if I could go back—"

"No," you sob.

Shaking your head you turn away from him. He doesn't get to do this. Not now, not ever. You had spent months broken and defeated, thousands of tears shed because he had left you in the dust.

"You can't just confess after what you did," you spat.

"I know. Trust me I know. I was scared, you gotta know that. I didn't wanna lose you!" He couldn't tell if his eyes were watering from the wind or his turbulent emotions. But suddenly his cheeks grew wet and eyelashes heavy.

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. "And now I'm scared," you cry. "I can't just give my heart to you again Chris. Not fully."

Words were slipping from his lips without thought. He was grappling for you to stay, even if it meant arguing until the sun came up, he couldn't let you leave. Because the moment you stopped fighting he knew you were done.

"Is it Henry?"

Your eyebrows furrow with confusion. How the fuck is he still stuck on Henry, especially at this very moment. "Why would this be about Henry?"

He was cursing at himself to shut up but his mouth disregarded every warning.

"Because I saw him! He was sitting on your porch. If you're seeing him just tell me now and I'll back away. I shouldn't have reacted so harshly the first time I found out but—"

Your gaze hardens. "What do you mean you saw him on my porch?"

His mind continues to pump out two single words. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"I came to say goodbye and that's when I saw him. I know I have no right to—"

"Damn straight!"

He wipes his cheeks, hand now wet from the action. "I just had to see you before I left. Being miles away overseas knowing how we ended would've killed me."

Scoffing, you flail your hands into the air. "But you didn't. You saw Henry and fucking ran because that’s all you ever do."

He had run away the moment you spoke the words "I love you." He ran away after the explosive argument in your living room. He ran away after seeing Henry knowing there was a possibility that he wouldn't see you again for months.

"I wanted to give you space. I didn't think you'd want me intruding into your life after what happened!"

"Space? Oh, C’mon Chris. We both know the real reason why you never made an effort to come and see me— even if we weren't on speaking terms. You said it yourself."

"You're scared," you speak slowly, pronouncing each word carefully.

"Henry being there gave you a way out and you took it and I'm going to assume that's exactly why you took up that PR relationship too. It's easier to run away than truly confront what you did.”

His head was spinning. The cold hard truth is being shouted in his face. He calls out your name desperately, unsure of what to say as he frantically watches you take steps backward.

"All of this talk of fear, regret, and still you can't bring yourself to tell me how you feel. I would've settled for being friends no matter the outcome. But you left me. When will you get it through your head that I just needed you, Chris."

“Always just needed you.”

It was pouring outside. Lightning and thunder continue to strike as you lay nuzzled in Chris's lap fast asleep. It was only a week before you had so mistakenly confessed your feelings. Before everything went to shit and wanting Chris to hold you would always come true.

You were dreaming about him. Mumbling incoherently about being at the beach with him, the waves crashing hard as the two of you ran into the sea.

Chris felt you stir in his lap. His fingers trailed down your back, stopping at your waist before making his way back up. You always claimed his touch "helped you sleep better."

He stares down at you, your lips parted, light snores coming from your body as your breathing labored. "Chris," you mumbled.

"M'right here," he stated.

But you don't respond. You're fast asleep and quickly he realizes that you're not speaking to him. You're speaking of him, dreaming about him.

"Don't swim too far," you mutter. "So many clouds."

He chuckles to himself as your words come to a halt and become replaced by a loud snore.

"Where are you going," you whimper. "It's starting to rain."

Your body shifts in his lap, tossing to the other side and placing your hands underneath your head. "Chris! Where'd you go!"

Panic strikes you. Your words are filled with distress as you dreamt of Chris's body disappearing beneath the waves. The sky was turning dark, more clouds appeared as the rain began to fall harder.

You lose yourself in the waves, your body being tossed around as you screamed for Chris.

"Where are you!" You sob aloud.

Chris's eyebrows furrow with worry. You're shaking. He nudges your body, whispering your name in a panicked tone until your eyes began to flutter open.

"Don't leave me," you murmured.

You woke up with a jolt, your eyes were wet with tears and Chris was staring down at you with a sorrowful look. "I'm never leaving you, sweetheart."

"Promise me?"

"I promise."

He's always loved you. No matter how hard he tried to bury his feelings they've always been there. Deep down he knew your friendship always crossed boundaries but he shoved those thoughts away. Taking risks terrifies him, let alone with the people he loves.

You were right. He does run away.

In every relationship he's ever been in his subconscious can only think about you. You're his priority, and it's why every last one ended in flames, and yet he never pushed himself to pursue you. He was more content with being romantically alone than risking you leaving forever.

But now as he stands before you every desire to worship you, make you his, finally comes floating above the water.

He had tried so hard to resist showing you every physical act of love in the book. After all, he had the emotional part nailed down.

In a sense, he was your protector. Your best friend.

There were moments where his front faltered and he found himself wondering about a life where he gave you all of him, where you were his entirely. As much as he tried to convince himself that friendship was long-term and relationships were guaranteed to cease, there was always a sliver of hope that the two of you could work out.

Now that hope is hanging by a thread and maybe it's time for Chris to finally latch onto it.

He had no control over life's plans and he shouldn't be fearful because of it. There was no amount of apologies he could give that would excuse his actions, yet still, he grew hopeful.

At last, he found it in himself to dig up his desires and lay them out on the table. He loves you. Not just as a best friend but also as a lover, a confidant, a person willing to do any and everything to make you happy.

His voice wavers, but for once he feels confident in his choice of words.

"I don’t want to run anymore.”

You release a shaky breath. “Then don’t.”

Without another thought, he walks forwards. You choke out a sob while he embraces you, tears flowing rapidly from his touch. His hand cradles your head as he rocks the both of you back and forth. Passively he presses soft kisses against your forehead. “I’m so sorry,” he weeps.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Every fucking part of you is engraved into my soul. You’ve always been my life partner and nothing's gonna change that. Nothing you hear me?”

You choke out a small “yes.”

“You’re beautiful, smart, and the only damn person who willingly puts up with me. This entire time I was scared of losing you just to end up letting you slip from my grasp anyways. And I’m never gonna forgive myself for that sweetheart but there’s something I’ve been aching to say that I should’ve said a long time ago.”

Sniffling, you stare up at him. His eyes are bloodshot, months' worth of worry and stress showing itself clearly.

“I love you. And not just as my best friend, but as everything you are and ever will be to me. I love you so damn much that it hurts and I’ll spend every day on my knees begging for your forgiveness regardless of whether or not we end up together.”

You let out a disheartening laugh as he sinks to the ground without a care about who sees.

His hand slips into his shirt, pulling out a little silver chain necklace with a familiar ring in the center. He unclasps the jewelry, letting it pool into his palm to show you.

“I’ve made so many promises over the years and every single one I’ve intended on keeping. Regardless of what you say, I need you to keep this for me. I swore it to you.”

He places the ring into your hand, closing your fingers around the metal forcefully. “I love you.”

You stare down at the cheap arcade ring solemnly. Slowly you slip it onto your ring finger until it can’t go any further. “It’s a little tight.” Your light laughter turns into a sob and Chris can’t help but chuckle too.

The two of you must look idiotic right now.

Grabbing his arm for him to stand up, you hold his gaze before pressing your lips against his. His eyes widen in shock before allowing himself to drown in your affection. Wrapping his arms around you, he moans softly. Your touch has always been euphoric but now more than ever he craves it.

“Say it again,” you whisper.

He presses his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

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About damn time Chris stopped playing. Anyways— one more chapter left!

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