CW: Santa Claus and elf roleplay if you squint, Christmas lights as rope (do not do irl fam), unprotected vaginal sex, impact play--smacking ass and pussy, spit as lube; let me know if I missed anything💗
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Hand in hand you enter the Third Base Bar with your boyfriend Ryan, you adorned in a festive holiday elf dress and a complete Santa outfit for Ryan—per Nick Folio's request. It's already packed with vendors and costumers. The tables that aren't being used for selling goods holds appetizers and holiday punch. Behind the bar, you find Nick taking drink orders. Despite the festivities, he wears all black except for the Santa hat atop his head.
"Nervous?" you ask Ryan, as you both approach the bar.
"A little," Ryan confesses before catching Nick's attention.
"You guys made it! Damn Ryan you look good!" Nick says excitedly, smiling brightly. "Your chair is over there." Nick nods to the large red velvet chair on the platform in the corner. That's when you remember just beyond the door is a kink club. But today it's completely decorated in twinkling lights with Christmas trese scattered about and open to the public.
It's a warm and welcoming space for Santa Claus.
Ryan settles down on the large chair. And then you notice the children pointing and whispering at him with curious joy. In no time at all a line forms as families take pictures with Santa.
In a flurry, hours pass by and only you, Nick, Ryan, and another bartender remain cleaning up the venue. Nick informs you that event raised a lot of money and they collected huge boxes of canned goods for the community.
After wiping off the final table you notice the room get quiet except for the lofi holiday mix the speakers play. Looking up, you spot Ryan back on the chair and a mischievous grin on his face.
"Come little elf tell Santa what you want for Christmas," Ryan pats his thigh beckoning you to him.
Arousal heats your core as his gaze darkens. With every step closer your heartbeats louder in your ears. At any moment someone could walk in — the thrill sets your veins alight.
With a seductive twirl of your hips, you settle down onto Ryan's lap. Tilting your hips you grind against his covered arousal. He groans deep from his chest which vibrates against your back. When his large, gloved hands press firmly on each thigh you can't help but bite down a moan of your own. Your head rolls back against his chest.
Slowly, achingly slow, his hands roam higher and higher up your thigh from under the velvet skirt of the dress. A thumb teases at the band of your thong. Startled, your heartbeat skyrockets with anticipation. "You!" you blurt out eyes wide. Then you school your features and press a kiss to his cheek. "I want your big cock stuffing me full," you whisper in a low seductive tone.
Ryan slides a gloved hand out from the skirt of your dress, up to squeeze a breast, then to grip your jaw towards him. He kisses you something hot and fierce, his tongue seeking your wet heat.
After a few minutes of exploring each other's mouths, Ryan finally parts leaving you panting. "I'll put your wish on the top of my list." He winks and then lifts you into his arms. With ease, he opens the 'forbidden' red door that leads to the kink club.
Ryan steps down into an open bar on the left and a scattering of high top tables —blessedly empty—bar stools. "Room 2 is reserved for you," Nick Folio says with a wink as he wipes off the bar. "Have fun you two." Ryan hauls you up the long staircase to the second level.
The moment the door opens to the room, Ryan tosses you onto the mattress. You giggle as you bounce up and down as the mattress adjusts to your weight. In the corner of your vision, Ryan locks the door. You take in the red LED lit room. There's a fake fireplace on the TV, faux flame candles scattered about in various sizes on the floor and bed side table. A faux fur blanket adds a touch of coziness to the room that you wouldn't have expected for a kink club. Suddenly bright colored lights pull your gaze from the decorations. At the end of the bed Ryan gathers a strand of Christmas lights and your mouth drops.
"Are we-"
"Yes," he grins. You squeal excitedly as he approaches. "Ready?"
"Hell yeah!" You first settle on your hands and knees and then lower onto your chest supported by pillows. You bring your arms behind your back, knowing exactly how to be positioned as weeks earlier you spammed Ryan with pictures for reference.
"You're soaked right now aren't you," Ryan chuckles low as he begins binding your wrists and arms. Once finished he crawls off the mattress.
"Guess you'll find out," you huff a laugh feeling the wetness of the fabric cling to you. To your surprise the lights aren't rough against your skin. You turn your head as far as you can to catch a glimpse of Ryan's handiwork. Your mouth opens and eyes widen to find Ryan taking pictures of you with his DSLR.
"God, you're beautiful," Ryan purrs. You flash him your signature dazzling smile.
"I know," you flaunt, shaking your ass at him. Ryan growls taking one final picture before setting the camera back on the table.
The mattress groans when Ryan crawls onto the bed behind you. "How are your arms? Want me to take off the lights?" He grazes his fingertips over your arms.
"I'm good," you sigh, relaxing into the mattress. And then you yelp when Ryan smacks your ass.
"Hmm," he hums and then smacks the other cheek. Your vision blurs briefly, then you close your eyes relishing in the hot pleasure spreading over your ass and up your spine.
Ryan snakes his hand down between your legs to cup your pussy groaning deeply. "Fuck," he curses. He slides his hands over your ass and then hitches your dress over your hips. Your heartbeat skyrockets as his hands roam over your hips and thighs.
Suddenly, the sound of fabric tearing filters through the room. A hand strikes your bare pussy. Your body jostles forward from the force. "Oh fuck," you curse. The sting melts into a numb sensation yet your clit throbs for more.
"Red looks good on you." You can hear the cockiness in his tone and it turns you on more. Ryan smacks you again with both hands and then spreads your cheeks wide. You hear Ryan spit before your body registers the wetness sliding from your crack to your entrance.
"You're gro-" the playful insult dies on your tongue when he notches his cock in your entrance.
"What was that? Ryan huffs. "Thought so." A hand strikes the other ass cheek. He inches deeper, the pain melting into pleasure.
"My God," you whimper. You feel so full of his cock nestled deep in you. Ryan's fingers dig into your hips as he pulls out almost completely. And then he thrusts into deep brushing against your cervix.
"Oh shit..fuck..that feels good." you moan. Ryan increases his pace to punishing, shoving you deeper into the pillows. Your brain feels like is full of static—the only thing you can focus on his the pleasure coursing through you. You open your mouth to ask for more when Ryan snakes a hand to your front and drives the heel of his palm onto your aching clit.
"Shitshitshitshit…" Pleasure washing over you in a crashing wave as your body trembles through the climax. Through ringing ears you catch Ryan cursing and moaning, "Fuck..Santa Claus is coming.."
If you weren't at the mercy of the crushing orgasm you'd be laughing. Ryan taking the roleplay a little too far yet somehow you find erotic. Ryan presses firmly against your clit with his semi-hard cock still buried deep inside your slick walls. He rocks his hand side to side somehow eliciting another orgasm. This one takes you by surprise—screaming his name. You slump further into pile pillows, drool pooling onto the pillowcase. Your throat is sore and arms ache yet you've had the best orgasm of your life.
Ryan quickly withdraws, tucking himself into his boxers and swiftly unplugs the lights and unwraps the lights. You stretch out long and then roll onto your body breathing heavy.
Love Like Ghosts | bestfriend!Ryan Sitkowski x Reader
Summary: Your best friend camping trip with Ryan is a welcome escape and an emotional prison.
Content: joy and angst, swearing, assumed unrequited love
Word count: 1.7k
Listening recs: Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron; The Living Dead - Dayseeker; ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine; Missing Limbs - Sleep Token; Walk Above the City - The Paper Kites; Strangers - Ethel Cain
a/n: there’s a happy ending part 2 in my brain but part of me wants to keep it sad :)
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this."
You turn and grin at Ryan like a child who's convinced their dad to dress up as a princess for a tea party. In return, your friend scowls at you from under the hood of his jacket, the duffel bag slung over his shoulder making him lean slightly to his left.
Not wanting to risk falling down early in the trip, you turn back around and hike the tent bag and the two folding chairs up higher on your own shoulders again.
The rocks beneath your boots crunch into the earth and you sigh in contentment at the sound of birds chirping nearby. The sounds of the outdoors wrap around your body and mind and you welcome the peace of it.
"You'll get over it when we settle in," you call back to him and point out a flat surface indicated on your campsite. "See, they even made it easy for you."
"Yeah, whatever," he scoffs, but you hear the smile in his tone.
You set the chairs aside and lay the bag with your tent next to the open space.
Ryan manages to make it through pitching the tent with you without more complaining and you appreciate the few moments of pleasant company. It's not that he doesn't enjoy camping and being in nature, but he has been complaining that it's too close to when he returned from tour.
No matter how much you remind him that it's already been two weeks, this was the last time you could make it out before the weather got uncomfortably cold, and that it was his idea to camp together in the first place, he still makes a point of out finding a way to tease you for it.
Everything else goes up easily between the two of you and you work on moving things into the tent and getting the chairs set up as Ryan goes back to the car to get the rest of your supplies. He returns with two sleeping bags, another complaint about sleeping on the hard ground after sleeping in a bunk for the better part of two months, and a backpack.
The morning turns to afternoon, where you explore the area nearby and find the lake you joked about getting into.
"And what if something bites you?” He had asked.
“Then you’ll help me,” you replied, like it was obvious. “Duh.”
“No, I’m going to laugh at you,” he said through a grin, taking a hit off his vape while you mutter a disgruntled insult, then added. “I might help you after that, though.”
The afternoon passes faster than you expect and the sky slowly darkens once you both get back to your small campsite.
You manage to put together somewhat of a dinner and lounge by the campfire that Ryan started. He sets up the little speaker you both brought along and after bickering back and forth about who gets to connect to it, you win by default when his phone can’t keep good enough service. It is a silly argument when you know you won’t mind his music and he only acts like yours is trash, but in the years you have been friends, being a pain in each others asses and fighting over everything has become the norm.
It is serious business once the s’mores come out. More bickering ensues as you tease Ryan for not toasting his marshmallow enough. In turn, he insists you just like to burn the pillow-y goodness out of them.
The day is once again a constant cycle of back-handed comments and mean banter, and you couldn’t be more happy to have him back.
You are spearing another marshmallow on a stick as an indie track starts to fill the air when Ryan stands suddenly. He takes the couple steps required to reach your chair and you stop to look up at him.
“What?” You ask suspiciously, eyeing the way the fire casts highlights and shadows all over of his already handsome face to make him look even more mysterious.
He silently takes the stick from you quick enough you can’t stop him, then reaches back down and grabs your hand. You are so shocked that you don’t fight him.
He pulls you up so you're standing inches away with a confused stare on your face.
"Ry, what are you doing?"
"Dance with me."
If you were confused before, your eyes are now wide with total surprise.
He pulls you away from the chairs, but still close enough to the fire that the warmth radiates. A laugh is quiet on his lips as he sees your bewilderment.
"B-but neither of us dance."
"Just shut up and put your arms around me," he says, leaving no room for argument.
Shut up and put your arms around him . . .
Your heart starts beating a little harder and you hesitantly place your hands on his shoulders.
He narrows his eyes at your half-assed position and loops his arms around your waist, then pulls you flush against him.
The closeness makes you gasp, eyes searching his wildly. He is very clearly amused and looks away while shaking his head, then starts gently swaying and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
He is pressed so close that you have no choice but to move with him or else you'll be stumbling back and forth. What he doesn't supply in warmth is replaced by the fire, but you can't really find it in yourself to care when he's so close you can smell the flavor of his vape lingering from his lips and musk of the cologne you bought him for his most recent birthday.
Ryan doesn’t know how you’ve felt for a while now. He doesn’t know how hard it is to not reach for his hand while driving or while you both walked around the monthly art and small business showcases you dragged him to. He doesn’t know why you can’t watch him vape sometimes because it draws your attention to his lips too much.
He doesn’t know, right? Why would he want you to dance with him?
Isn’t this unusual? You had never seen him dance with somebody, especially not like this, but maybe that was just a coincidence.
You tell yourself over and over that this is just like hugging him. You hug almost every time you see each other.
This is just a prolonged, mobile hug.
“You okay?”
“Hmm?” You hum and lift your gaze to his eyes, away from the graphic on his hoodie that you had fixated on.
“Are you okay?” He ask again, brown eyes narrowing but still soft.
“Oh, yeah. I was just thinking,” you say to try and brush it off.
“About?”
Fuck, did he have to make this harder?
“About whether something is going to bite me in that lake tomorrow,” you answer, making a subtle recovery.
He lets out half a laugh and shakes his head.
“I think you should find out,” he jokes.
“Wow, so you encourage me now but you won’t save me if it actually happens?” You reply accusingly.
“Of course I’ll save you,” Ryan admits with that playful grin you love. “But you have to admit you would laugh at me too if the roles were reversed.”
“I don’t have to do a damn thing,” you say with a grin.
He rolls his eyes and your nerves ease enough to really soak in the opportunity.
You move one of your hands down to his and clasp your fingers around it, lifting them into a more real, dance-appropriate position. Ryan doesn’t skip a beat, the fake annoyance shattering against his gentle smile.
It is the most soft you have seen him look in a long time and that makes your heart rate pick up again.
“Thank you,” he mutters.
“For what?” You ask.
“For coming out here with me. It’s nice to get away from my chaos,” he explains. “You make it easier.”
You smile nervously and feel your body tense up. The butterflies in your stomach shouldn’t be there, the urge to lean in and close the distance, see what his lips feel like against yours, how his hair will feel between your fingers.
No, that won’t ever happen.
It shouldn’t bring tears to your eyes like it does.
You have one of the best friends in the world and you are so grateful. He has dropped everything for you before and you didn’t even ask. He brings you anything you need if you’re sick, forces you to get out of the house and go see a movie or get ice cream for the serotonin boost.
He texts you every day on tour, sends you photos he takes that he thinks you’ll like, makes sure you can come see the band live whenever they play nearby.
Terrified he will catch you getting choked up and also desperate for a chance to indulge in your pointless fascination, you lean your head into his shoulder. Your cheek rests on his collarbone that is covered by the warm black hoodie, your face an inch or less from his neck, and you take in a shallow breath of him before letting it go.
Ryan stiffens for a second and his steps falter, but then his hand on your back pulls you in tighter. He lets his head rest on yours slightly.
A tear spills over and is quickly absorbed into his clothes, fabric thick enough he doesn’t notice it. Or the other few that follow as you fight to keep your breathing steady.
You make it through another song in silence before he asks if you’re tired. It is easier to say yes, so you do.
Somehow, you hide your sadness from him. He doesn’t notice the tears that soak into his hoodie or the slight glassy look of your eyes.
And he doesn’t notice the fresh, silent tears that slide over your temple and the bridge of your nose when you both lay down in your sleeping bags, the absence of his warmth and the quiet music lingering to remind you of what you can’t have.
A/n: Hello, this is the first thing I've written for this fandom. A quick little Drabble. Something soft to combat the horrors. As Always if you want to hear me shout into the void about this band (And others) Please follow me over at @lyricallymelodic
Unbeta'd so if you see a mistake no you didn't!
Tags: fluff, cuddles, hurt/comfort, unbetad,
AO3 link
Words: 522
You open the door to the home you shared with your boyfriend. The porch light was left on but all the lights inside have been turned off. You felt another wave of guilt shoot up your spine. You had to work late.
Again.
Whenever he was at home from tour you tried to spend as much time as possible with him. You set your bag down on the counter, making your way through the dark hallways and into the bedroom. Ryan looked up slightly when you walked in, good he was still awake. You would feel even worse if he had fallen asleep alone. You take off your pants and reach under your shirt to take off your bra. leaving you in just your t-shirt and underwear. You climb into bed and flop down next to your personal space heater of a boyfriend.
"Hey." You mumble softly as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.
"Hey." he replied, kissing the top of your head.
"Sorry I had to work late again." You mutter softly as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Sighing deeply as you felt the ache of guilt gnawing at you.
"I's fine Kitten." Ryan tried to comfort you, cradling the back of your head gently his fingers spread out over the nape of your neck.
"It's not. Not really. We only have a couple weeks left before you leave for tour again and I keep getting pulled into work bullshit And I-." He didn't let you finish the sentence.
"Baby. Listen to me." He spoke steadily holding your face between his hands, tilting your head so that your eyes met. "I know you've not trying to get held up at your job. I know you're doing your best. I know you rather be here, with me. It's not your fault."
It's not your fault.
That phrase echoed in your head. You were still surprised when Ryan was completely sweet and understanding. This wasn't anything like what you had experienced before. You let out a huff of laughter before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
"You're right. I hate when you're right." You said with a grin, you tilt your head a little so that your foreheads are touching. Your eyes flutter closed and you breathe in his scent. Sandalwood, faded cologne and something sweet and warm filling your senses. Your hands follow the curve of his body, tracing shapes on his thigh, enjoying the closeness.
"I have my moments." He chuckles softly. He rested his head against yours, his nose aligned with yours. His hands finding your waist, fingers splayed out over your skin. You could stay like this forever. You start to feel the pull of sleep. You roll over, getting comfortable with your back against his chest. Ryan shifted as well pulling you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin. "G'night."
"G'night Ry." You mutter in return. The guilt that plagued you earlier was nowhere to be found. All that remained was a warm fuzzy feeling that spread all over your body. You take a deep breath and slip into unconsciousness.
AN: I'm back bitches, the first thing I have written in almost a year, so its a little rough.... but I am back and ready to go! Love all of you who have shown me love and support through everything!
Everyone arrives at the festival, wandering around and enjoying the day as it won’t be until the end of the night that the boys perform, getting to be headliners this time around which is also exciting. The entire group walked around to enjoy some time together, the girls having drinks together while watching, the boys getting to enjoy the other group's shows while they waited around for their turn. It is a wonderful summer day and everyone is enjoying spending this time together.
Vinny had already assigned Ryan his letter, which was Quickie because he wasn’t honestly sure what else he could give them while they are away from home in a public facility place, they might find time that they could hide, hopefully they can but Vinny decided to not be a complete asshole with his next letter. Ryan and Ariana are both grateful for this, knowing they likely will get the chance to get to it without getting caught or worse.
That has led to where they are currently, Ariana grabbing his hand and dragging him away to the band's merch trailer now that it is empty and the table is set up at the venue. Her lips quickly find him as she pushes him up against the wall of it, their lips clashing with each other, moving aggressively against one anothers as they take their chance while the rest of their friends are watching the band that is currently playing.
His fingers trail up her thighs, pulling her panties to the side as he starts to run his fingers along her folds. Wanting to make sure that she is wet and ready for him before they start this. He continues to tease her as they kiss before he moves, turning them around to push her back against the wall of the trailer, taking control of this.
His hand is back against her folds as he continues his previous movements, realizing rather quickly that she is turned on by this, the thought of possibly getting caught by someone on the crew or in the band, as she grows wet for him rather quickly. Letting out soft moans as he continues, his fingers moving up towards her clit, teasing her as she gasps against his lips. Her hips moving with his touches, seeking the sensations he is currently giving her with just his fingers, growing impatient.
“Fuck, Ry, we probably don’t have long before someone is either looking for you or they are needing something. We’ve gotta, fuck” she groans, her mind struggling to think straight the way he is touching her.
“Shhh Ari, let me do this. Let me enjoy this for a moment. I doubt anyone is going to need me for a while, we're the headliners tonight, we don’t go on for hours yet.” He murmurs softly against her neck, leaving light kisses on the skin there as he continues to focus on her at the moment. Wanting her to get pleasure and enjoyment out of this as much as he will in a bit. “Trust me”
She whimpers, tilting her head to give him easier access as he continues the light kisses, his fingers finally where she needs them. Feeling two of them now inside of her as he starts to work her, his thumb on her clit.
“Come on Ari, shut your mind off…. Just feel” he whispers, trying to help her relax. Wanting her to just let go and feel.
He can feel when she finally relaxes, letting go as she leans against the wall of the trailer with a soft moan. Each flick of his wrist starts to feel better and better as he continues, feeling her toes curl as she starts to let go.
“That’s it, give in Ari, come for me” he murmurs against her neck, trying to coax her over the edge with a particularly rough thrust of his hand feeling her clench around his fingers as he does. A few more like that and she does, falling over the edge with a moan, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath for a moment.
Reaching a hand down for him, taking his length in her hand as she strokes him a few times, wanting to make sure he is hard and ready for this. Smiling when she hears him groan as she unzips his jeans, lowering them and his boxers just enough to pull his cock out.
“Don’t need anyone seeing too much if they stop in, do we?” She says softly, giggling when he suddenly moves to lift her onto a bench that is in the trailer.
Ryan moves to line himself up with her entrance as he leans forward to kiss her. Their lips melding together as they take a moment to just kiss, get lost in each other before he finally enters her. Both of them letting out a groan as he does, the sudden contact bringing both of them a spark of pleasure.
Ryan wastes no time as he starts to thrust into her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he does, wanting to be as close to each other as they can be right now. Both of them are secretly a little aroused at the thought that they could be caught at any moment by someone on the crew or one of the other guys back here, knowing they'll have this memory of doing this in what is technically a work space for him.
He shifts slightly, hitting a new spot that has her letting out a groan.
“Fuck, right there Ry” she says, letting out a moan as he takes the hint and makes sure to keep hitting that spot.
Knowing that he is close, and not wanting to finish without her he reaches down between the two of them, finding her clit with his thumb now. Wanting to pull her over the edge with him as they both start to let go, another moan falls from her lips as she feels it building again. She leans forward enough to pull him into another kiss as he continues, stiffening against him as she falls over the edge yet again, coming undone in his arms as he does himself, releasing inside of her with a groan.
Both of them take a moment to catch their breath before moving to try and compose themselves, running their fingers through one another's hair in an attempt to hopefully make sure it's not too obvious what they just did.
“Good thing you wore a skirt, made it easier to just take you” he teases, watching as she steps out of the trailer. The evidence of what they have just done is still in her panties as she lets out a sigh, finding the building where their green room was so she can attempt to clean that up.
“Yeah except now I have to walk like this the rest of the night, or take my panties off and hope nobody accidentally gets a show” She grumbles, slightly annoyed at the prospect of someone figuring it out… but it only takes a few seconds before one of the merch girls walks by them to step inside that trailer to grab another bin they need for something that is selling better than they expected.
“Fuck, why does it smell like someone just had sex in here” they hear her say, making them both go wide eyed and walk a bit faster towards the green room so that they hopefully aren’t caught as the being the reason why it does. Sharing a knowing grin with one another as they do.
Thinking of Ryan getting protective of you during an interview when the guy starts to hit on you
Oh my god yes 😩thinking of this pic specifically
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“I mean, with legs like that I’m sure you’re outrunning all the guys!”
“But I mean if you didn’t have a boyfriend…”
“How’d a gorgeous girl like you end up with these bums?”
Ryan clenches his fists at the comments made by the sleazy reporter. It looks could kill, he’d be tied to a railroad track and split into a million pieces by now. It’s not like he has anything to worry about, Ryan trusts you completely, but god that guy was starting to get to him. He slips a folded hand down to grip your thigh as he tries not to make a scene. He answers the questions politely, trying to redirect the comments away from you as he thinks about tearing the guy apart limb by limb.
“I’m sure you got this guy pretty easily didn’t ya doll?” The interviewer smirks, at the same time Ryan snaps.
“She’s not your doll, she’s my girlfriend and you better shut up with the fucking comments before I punch your face in.” Ryan seethes and grabs your hand to stand up. “Clearly you aren’t interested in the band, so we’re done here.”
An hour later, back at the hotel
“C’mon baby, who owns this pussy, say my name,” Ryan hisses as he pounds into you.
“Fuck, Ryan you do!” You scratch your hands down his back, eyes rolling.
“That’s fucking right, you’re mine.” He speeds up, thrusting vigorously and gripping your hip. His other hands rushes to circle your clit and he groans as you clench and cry out around him.
Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it. Sorry it's short I'm a little rusty when it comes to miw. Thanks for the request.
Sitting on your bed you were talking to your best friend. About one thing and one thing only. Ryan. He was all you could talk about.
"Why dont you just ask him out"? She asked but you were to scared.
"I dont know. He wont like me how I like him". You replied.
"You never know. He could feel something for you". She said. You had a feeling she could be right but you kinda didnt want to take the chance.
After texting her, you looked at the messages that Ryan sent you. He would text you funny memes and dumb gifs. Stuff he thought was funny.
Almost every morning he would text you to see how you slept and playfully ask if you dreamt about him. You would laugh it off but you did.
"Ryan, wont like me. We're just friends. But what I wouldnt do for a kiss from him. He melts my heart just thinking about him. He gives me butterflies that feel like they're going to fly out of my mouth. I get dizzy around him when I smell his cologne. Plus he's gorgeous. And I'm a potato. He wont love me like I love him". You pressed send but just as it sent you saw who you actually sent it to. Ryan.
"Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT". You screamed, panic took over. Oh god, your life was over. It really was. How could you face him?
"Fuck". You drooped your in your hands.
Ding. Ryan, replied and now he knew how you felt.
"I can't believe you feel the same way, I've felt for years. You wanna go out friday night and we can talk more about moving our relationship forward. I really like you too". Ryan texted and you let out a girlish squeal that made your heart beat and your brain explode with happiness.
"I would love too. I'm glad I accidentally texted you". You replied.
"Me too. See you then, beautiful". With a kiss emoji. 😚
This time you let out a huge excited squeal and texted your beat friend telling her everything. Now the question was, what were you going to wear?
