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Description: Ray is feeling insecure and after his wife asked Pete to do something to give Ray a break, he gets mad
Warning: Smut, dom Ray, doggy style, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, unprotected sex
Word Count:2,356
Request:ray garraty x reader (spicy) where it’s normal times, they’re a young couple who’ve just gotten married and he doesn’t feel “man enough” for her and tries showing a dominate side?
She stared at the ring on her finger with a smile, it was a shiny gold band and Ray had a matching one. They had just gotten married a few weeks ago and it has been the best. She was so over the moon about it and she couldn’t stop staring at the photos of them that were taken that day. Ray, on the other hand, was overthinking everything.
Not getting married, no he loved her but why she loved him. He sees all of his friends like Pete, who is super built and manly and he isn’t. He lived with his mom up until they got married and now they have their own house that was getting decorated with his things and hers. Pete was the perfect guy, so sweet and nice, had muscles to die for and Ray didn’t.
He had nothing, lost his father to the major and wanted him dead, he didn’t have much to offer her yet she agreed to marry him and love him. He walked into their bedroom where she was framing their wedding photo with a smile on her face.
“Ray, look how beautiful it looks.” She said and handed him the framed photo.
He took and stared at it, it was beautiful, she was beautiful.
“You look so beautiful.” He said and handed her the frame back.
“You look so handsome. You always do.” She told him and he blushed like a school girl.
She still had that affect on him, maybe she always would.
“Hey what’s wrong?” She asked and set the frame down.
She walked over to him and cupped his face, her eyes showing her concern.
“You’re not having second thoughts are you?” She asked, semi joking.
“No, not at all but I’m confused on why you aren’t.” Her face drops and she almost feels mad at the confession.
“Why would I?” She asked, offended.
“Why not Pete or Stebbins or even-”
“Are you seriously asking me why I married you and not Stebbins?” She was a little grossed out by the thought.
Sure Pete was very nice but she loved Ray.
“Pete is manly and muscular.”
“So why don’t you go and marry him?” She asked, holding back a laugh.
She knew that Ray thought highly of Pete but never knew it was a reason that he was insecure.
“I just don’t-” she interrupted him again.
“Ray Garraty, I love you and want you, only you. You are manly, very and I think your body is so sexy.” He smiles at that and she does too before leaning in and kissing him.
He kissed back and pulled her body closer to him, making her giggle. The kiss got a little heated before someone knocked on the door. Disappointment filled them both as they pulled away from the kiss with a sigh.
“It’s probably Pete.” They went into the living room and opened the door to reveal Pete with a big box.
“Hello newlyweds.” He greeted them as he walked into the house.
Y/N went and grabbed the money from her wallet and handed it to him.
“Thank you.” He said and Ray looked at her.
“I had Pete stop and get us a TV.” She told Ray and he stared at her.
He was just out buying things for the house yesterday and she asked Pete? He glared at her and she didn’t notice but Pete did.
“Okay so…can I get a house tour?” He asked and she nodded excitedly.
Ray was still stuck on the fact that she had Pete get them a TV.
“You worked all day yesterday Ray, I figured you wanted a break.” She said before showing Pete the house.
She didn’t stare at Pete or his muscles but he couldn’t help but think about the fact that she thought he needed a break from carrying heavy things.
“This house is looking fantastic.” Pete said and went to open the TV.
“Oh I got that.” Ray said a little too fast.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.” Pete asked and Ray shook his head.
“I don’t need help.” Pete and Y/N look at each other.
Ray was being weird and Y/N just rolled her eyes.
She sat on the couch as Pete hooked up the TV. He was silent and focused…very hot, she thought. She was still confused as to why he acted that way he did earlier with Pete. Pete was just offering to help and he even seemed mad that she asked him to buy the TV.
“Ray.” She said his name and he hummed.
She stood up and walked over to him,
“What was the reason you were so adamant on doing this yourself?” She asked, arms crossed.
He looked over at her, “You asked Pete to buy the tv because you thought I needed a break?” He ignored her question and asked him, one that’s been on his mind ever since she said it.
“I thought you would appreciate it.” He rolled his eyes.
She made a face and shook her head, “Really Ray? You’re mad about that?” She thought he was being ridiculous and maybe he was.
He stared at her for a second, done with her questions and his overthinking. In a quick second he had her up against the wall by the tv, causing her to gasp.
“Ray.”
“I’m a man, I don't need a break.” Her lips opened for a reply but his lips stopped that from happening.
She was shocked by his actions, he never really did this before but she kissed back. Her hands were on his neck as the kiss turned passionate. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. They kissed until their lips were swollen and their lungs needed air.
“Ray what’s going on?” She asked, breathing hard.
The look in his eyes was dark and he didn’t answer her as he carried her to their bedroom. She took this time to kiss and suck on his neck, something he usually loved but right now he wanted to do the marking. She was thrown on the bed as he took off his shirt. She watched with wide eyes and a loud heartbeat, truly loving every second of it.
He crawled on the bed and pinned her wrists down. His hair was a mess, maybe from her hands or him practically ripping off his shirt. His kiss was messy and it made her crave more. His attitude made her crave more. The dress she was wearing was wrinkled now and all over the place but it needed to come off.
His lips moved to her neck, that was clean of hickies. He left them in other places so his friends or hers wouldn’t see but that was about to change. She gasped as she felt his wet lips licking and sucking her skin, marking her. She whimpered at the feeling and that only encouraged him further.
He moved down to her covered chest and undid the three buttons that were on her dress, getting her breasts free. She pushed her chest closer to his mouth, silently begging him to play with them. He chuckled and did just that, one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers.
Ray worshipped her body all the time but this was different. He wasn’t soft with it but rough and it made her whimper. He wanted to rip the dress clean off her body but decided against it because she looked amazing in it. He moved down her body and went under the dress to her panties that were soaked.
“You like me being a little rough baby?” He asked but he didn’t expect an answer.
He wanted to tease her. The panties he decided to rip and she gasped his name, only making him let out a dark chuckle. He threw the ripped fabric behind him and wasted no time. Her body shuddered as she felt his mouth on her clit. He was very good with his mouth, it was a talent but right now he ate her like a mad man wanted to prove a point, make her scream.
Her hands gripped their sheets hard as she tried not to hump his face. His name fell from her lips loud and needy but it wasn’t enough for him. He hummed against her, loving the taste. That’s when her hips started humping his face, well tried but he held them down making her cry out. She tried to move against his grip but it was no use.
“You won’t need your hips to cum, only my mouth.” He pulled away to say that.
She wished that she could see him eat her out but thought it was hot that he was under her dress. The wet sloppy noise that he was making with her pussy filled the room, loud.
“Ray.” That was louder.
Her back arched as she tried to move her hips but he wasn’t letting her.
“Do that again, you won’t cum.” He warned her and she nearly froze.
Ray never threatened that but it was hot. She gripped the sheets even tighter wishing it was his hair that she could grab onto. Her orgasm was near and she started moaning louder and louder trying to form words to let him know. She couldn’t, not when his mouth was feasting on her.
“I’m gonna cum.” She got out and he pulled away before she could.
She wanted to cry, not used to that. He came back from under her dress and looked at her. His mouth was wet with her lust and he had that dark look in his eyes.
“Ray-“
“Don’t talk.” He said and got up, wiping his mouth.
She watched as he got undressed, thinking that she was gonna do the same but he flipped her over by her legs. She gasped as she landed on her stomach. They’ve never done this before and she couldn’t wait. She still had on her dress though but he didn’t mind. He pushed it up her waist so her cute ass was showing.
“Such a pretty ass, baby.” He says and spanks her.
She gasped and her eyes rolled back, loving the sting.
“You like that?” He asked and did it again, this time it made her moan.
She liked it a lot and needed more. His dick was against her hole, she tried to push back against him so he would be inside but he spanked her again.
“Nice try.” He said and had a bruising grip on her hips.
She whined and started begging him to fuck her.
“Please Ray, please please please. I need you.” His eyes nearly rolled.
He loved the sound of her voice when it was needy and pathetic.
“You think you deserve it? You think after implying that I’m not manly, you deserve my cock?” He asked and she whined again.
“I didn’t imply that, baby. I think you’re very-“ He slammed his dick inside of her, making her let out a sharp gasp.
She couldn’t finish her sentence, couldn’t think as she was now full with him in seconds.
“Cat got your tongue?” He teased and her head fell forward.
She braced herself for what was to come. Ray took in the nice and warm feeling of her pussy that fluttered around him.
“Ray.” She cried his name.
She needed him to move, she needed it so bad. He wished that he could see the needy look on her face and the drool that would leave her mouth as he fucked her. His hips pushed forward, one thrust and she let out a needy sound.
“I don’t need help nor do I need another man buying things for my house.” He growled before he started to fuck her, hard and fast.
She felt like she needed to grip the sheets for dear life for how hard his hips were moving. The sound of skin slapping was loud through the room, probably even the house. Every thrust of his hips was taking the breath out of her lungs but it felt so good. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she couldn’t even think, just feel.
Her throat was starting to hurt from all the noises she was making. Her body was heated and she wished that he would just rip the dress off her.
“Ray.” Her voice is weak and cracked.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He groans and watches as her hands turn red from gripping the sheets too hard.
He leans forward so he could grab her hands, his heavy breaths and groans are right by her ear. It makes her pussy flutter around him and the orgasm build. She was near the edge.
“R-Ray.”
“I know baby, I can feel it.” He tells her and he could too.
Her pussy was going crazy around him, squeezing him and fluttering, it felt so good. He started moaning, he was close as well.
“I want you to cum for me baby, I wanna see you fall apart.” He tells her and she nodded.
A loud cry rang through the room as her body shook below his, her eyes were rolled as she came. His name left her lips in a silent cry. He slowed his hips as he rode her high out for her. He groaned in her neck as he came, it was the first time without a condom. He filled her to the brim as she laid there and let him.
He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her with a grin, seeing the drool that left her lips and her messy hair. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was back to normal.
“That was hot.” She said and he chuckled before pulling her to him.
Her dress clung to her body with sweat but she still looked beautiful.
“I think you’re very manly Ray, never feel otherwise.” She mumbled and he sighed.
He stared at the ceiling as his wife fell asleep in his arms as they smelled of sweaty rough sex, it was perfect.
Can you do a nsfw alphabet about either Gus or Tobi please?
Tobi Mcknight NSFW Alphabet
Gothca baby, Gus is next don't worry, i chose Toby because i have nothing about him and i love him he's innocent release my man. Last shit i post before going back to school tomorrow 💔
MY MASTERLIST
THIS IS NSFW CONTENT
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Tobi is pretty decent, you'll share a cigarette and ask feedback to make you feel better next time. Always a few cuddles, but if he's got the energy he'll take you both to the shower and take care of you, and just chill in there for a while.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I dare say hips, on both. He loves watching his hips thrust into yours as much as he loves gripping yours until he leaves a faint bruise, marking you. Aside from that, he gets off so much on watching your face, even if you're not very expressive, any slight reaction will motivate him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I think Tobi is pretty fond of giving you a facial. As I said before, your face gets him going. So why not coat it with his cum? Overall he'd like to cum wherever you let him, chest, back, thighs, mouth... And once in a blue moon he'll cum inside, but he's responsible.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's so into roleplay, but so embarrassed about it for some reason. You wouldn't know until a little joke led to it. You realized how much he enjoyed it, so it became not so secret. Tho since he's embarrassed, you'll have to take the initiative.
ALSO if you're a girl he'll let you peg him if you ask, out of curiosity. And he won't refuse a little fingering on him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Tobi is normally pretty busy, i mean so young and already in the NCSC, so he's not that experienced, but he knows his stuff. Eventually, he'll learn every little thing that makes you shudder. Maybe, you met him as a virgin, if you count the fact that he's pretty socially awkward.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
(If topping) As much as Tobi loves your face, doggy style. The image of your ass slapping against his hips and stomach and his fingers digging in your flesh follows him, plus he can pull out and finish on your back, and thinks you're a work of art. But, he can't resist whatever position that means you riding him, watching his cock slip in and out of you while you bounce on him, and he likes feeling submissive. He's most vanilla with a basic missionary (works for top and bottom), he feels so close to you, kissing and licking everywhere, burrying his face on the crook of your neck, and just watching you. When talking about foreplay, he sees 69 as a gift. And, he likes cuddling while fingering i just know it bro.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tobi is in the middle. He's not too serious, nor goofy. He's clumsy, so there's giggles. He just wants you to be comfortable, so he'll find the balance in what you like. His mind overall is usually a daze, so don't expect much, mainly moans and appreciative words. If he had arough day, depending on his mood maybe dirty talk. i must say he might or might not do little jokes relating to tech.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Hair in his area bothers him, so he shaves frequently. He'll let it grow until it gets annoying, then go back to clean shaven. Tho if you like it hairy he'll let it grow as much as he can without it being a sensory issue. And if you like it bald, he'll shave more often. He doesn't mind, so your opinion is what balances his decision.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Bro's the type to put soft music in the background, scented candles and in special ocassions like your anniversary or birthday put on a full romantic set up in the bedroom, or the wole house.
He loves worshipping you, and making sure every inch of you is satisfied. He mainly prioritizes your pleasure over his, even if you try to balance it. But if he's sad, he'll let himself feel selfish and let you take especial care of him.
If you reached this point, i think it's obvious i see him as a switch. It really depends on his mood, and yours. He just lets it flow. But, he's mainly a sub.
He's very loving, any time and situation, and always makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, he doesn't want you to feel used, even if you were a fling. He wants to make you feel good in every way, including emotionally. He believes sex is pretty pointless without a connection and appreciation.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you, he mainly jerked off esencially to relieve stress. He's pretty anxious, so if he had a few minutes alone, he'll jork it. Sometimes, urgencies take over him in the wrong place and at the wrong time y'know. And it was even more frustrating. When he had time to jork it, he jorked it good. But he doesn't do it as much when he has you. Still, if he can't see you often, he will. And you're always on his mind.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Won't admit it, but a praise kink. Tell him how good he's doing and he'll crumble. Contradictory, a tiny bit of humiliation gets him off. I'm not talking about full on bdsm humiliation, just some teasing, make fun of him a bit and he'll do whatever to prove you wrong. Call him out about being sensitive and he'll go on forever just to prove you wrong. You'll catch on it quickly and use it in your favor.
Biting. No comment.
Orgasm control, forced orgasm (overstimulation, consented), edge him. Btw he found out how much he was into overstimulating himself when he came before you did and refused to stop until you came too 🙏
I don't think it's a kink, but he lives for giving head.
Cockwarming. He likes to stay inside, you feel so warm and wet around him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your bed, when he's surrounded by your scent and the softness of your sheets. Your place is probably his favorite place to have sex, especially if you live alone.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
As i mentioned before, your reactions turns him on. He's a bit shy, but allat is gone the second you take iniciative.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He wouldn't hit you, masochism and sadism are not his thing.
Public and Vouyerism.
DIY Porn. I mean he's pretty paranoic of where those videos might end up. Tho he doesn't mind a box under his bed with dirty polaroids.
Golden showers, tho if you're a girl he doesn't quite mind squirting if yknow what i mean
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Again, he lives for oral, it's his favorite form of foreplay. He eats better if you're straddling his face tho.
He's very sensitive when it comes to be in your mouth, he's a whining mess, thighs and fist clenching and unclenching, when his hands are not holding your hair. He tries not to pull on your hair, but he holds it away from your hair, even gives you a scalp massage.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's pretty vanilla usually, although he goes wilder as you both get closer. It really depends on his mood too, if he's sad, you'll do all the job, start slow and then wreck him. If he's mad, he's going at a bruising pace.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Tobi is a busy man. He never turns down a quickie. They're pretty often, every time the opportunity is there. Tho he prefers to take his time with you over anything, he's a big fan of quickies. Not only they relieve him, but a part of him wants more for later, making him more passionate.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
No public or semipublic🙏 He can't handle the anxiousness at the thought of getting caught, tho MAYBE if you had teased him enough he'll pull you to the most private room he can find.
Overall, Tobi's willing to try anything you want as long as it's not too overboard, like involving violence for example.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I have little to no thoughts here, 3 max. Depends on how tired you both are, but he usually goes for two if you have time.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Vibrators on both and cock rings on him no comment.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tobi is not the teaser, but he'll do it if you ask. If it's denying orgasm he'll probably forget he's not suppossed to delay it sometimes but he learns soon enough when you're on edge.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Pretty loud. I mean, not too loud, but he's constantly moaning and groaning. But when he's close high pitched whines just slip out. He's especially loud when you're riding him, there's where he whines the most.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He likes getting bitten on his thighs 👅 I mean he's pretty fond of bites and marks, but biting his thighs, inner thighs especially, could make him come right there he's sure of it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's pretty short, so he's not that big. A tiny tiny bit below average, but still average. Tho judging by his fingers it's thicker than average. Pinkish tip btw.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
The ultimate yearner. As commented, he's almost always busy, so you're assured at least a quick sesh everytime you see eachother. He doesn't apparent it but he's a horny freak.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
My man is sleep deprived, that with being spent helps him quite a lot. He loves talking while falling asleep, he's usually laying on your chest. He feels safe around you, and he just falls asleep after cleaning up a bit.
I suck at writing nsfw i'm sorry i'm a virgin that's scared of sex irl 🙏
(If anyone is interested in me making me more headcanons about Dennis or any other Gabe characters, please let me know via the comment or inbox)
You were just a teen in Bristol during the 80s, of course, and you were the type to get into some trouble, but not too much, since you didn't really want to go to jail.
But sometimes you couldn't help yourself since your confidence and attitude were the main drives of who you were as a person, and when you have idiots surrounding your day-to-day life, you can't help but feel irritated and frustrated by how the world is.
And that was what was happening right now as you were confronting some punk loser who decided to call out to you for your attention, which you ignored at first, but then answered after he decided to call you a bitch.
And of course, during that time, that's when Steve, Dennis and Ritchie were on their way to the store and saw how you were with the guy. Steve and Ritchie were worried you might get yourself hurt since they knew the guy. In contrast, Dennis wasn't even paying attention since he was rambling about something stupid.
It only took him asking Steve and Ritchie about it to notice they were gone. Now they were over where you were, stopping you from arguing with the guy, since they knew him and knew he was gonna do something bad to you, which luckily enough, they were able to stop it by dragging you away from what was happening.
And by god, he was so confused and flustered as to what to do now since you were now hanging out with them, but as the day was progressing and now it was nighttime, he definitely didn't mind it now, and it felt like you were actually a part of the group, except you only just joined today.
It was refreshing to hang out with them, as it felt like being with genuine people during a time like this. Even when their idioticness was apparent most of the time, it never felt frustrating, except whenever you were with Dennis.
Even though you were getting used to them, you couldn't help but feel some irritation with Dennis since he was typically the troublemaker of the group and sometimes would get you into trouble as well, which resulted in you rescuing him when it got pretty bad.
Now you can understand how Steve felt, given his experience with this. But your opinion about him changed completely when one night you were on your way home and saw him stumbling around the place like a drunken man, and in doing so, fell into a pile of trash bags.
You ran over to him as fast as you could to check on him and to see if he was okay. He was so out of it, which was making you confused and upset since it reminded you of your old friend who, unfortunately, passed away via drug overdose. You didn't know where he lived, and he wasn't able to tell you, so you decided to bring him back to your house instead.
Your mother was confused as to what was going on, but you told her a lie and said you and Dennis were drunk and were just gonna chill for a bit, but your mother decided to tell you that your friend was okay to stay for the night if he wasn't able to head home since she wasn't in the mood to drive anyone home.
You brought him to your room, and as soon as he was on your bed, he began to pass out, but you woke him up with a damp towel that was cold to the touch. You pulled out some oversized clothes of yours to get him changed into, and during that time, you not only found some marks on his body but also found a plastic bag that contained some chemical glue in it.
Looking at it brought you back to when you found your friend had OD'd, and all you saw was a similar glue next to her deceased corpse. It was triggering you so severely that you tossed it into the bin and fell onto the floor trying to calm yourself down from it.
But what brought you back was hearing Dennis make a sound, and you were trying to get up out of the bed, but you decided to make him stay in your bed, which was lucky enough, as it was big enough for the both of you.
The next day, you woke up and noticed Dennis immediately, which was an odd feeling; it was like a warm, bubbly, and somehow romantic feeling, and you were stuck on that feeling and didn't even want to leave until Dennis was waking up, which resulted in you getting up out of bed to make him and you a cup of tea. But as you turned around to ask him what he wanted, he swung the duvet off him, which resulted in you seeing him naked, which of course made you shriek in horror.
You brought the blanket back over him and told him that you'll just get him some regular black tea. As you finished making your tea and were about to head back to your room, your mother asked you for more details about who your friend is and how he's doing. You told her some details about Dennis and that he's doing fine, just slowly recovering from a hangover.
As you were back in your room, he took a look around and asked you what had happened and why he was there. You explained to him how you saw him stumbling into a pile of trash last night and how you brought him back to your place since you didn't know where he lived.
He truly appreciated what you did and even applauded you for being able to lift him and carry him back to your place. He was worried about what your mother would say about this, but you reassured him that she was okay with it, having grown accustomed to it and still doing it whenever someone she or you knew needed help.
He was so surprised and grateful that he didn't even know what to do or how to react. He was so embarrassed since A; you saw him in a vulnerable state, B; usually, this would be Steve doing this stuff, since he would be the one to help him out, since that's just who Steve was, and C; your mother was so similar to Steve's mother but was obviously so much better than his mother.
But he was also caught off guard by you. Usually, he would see you with your typical attitude 24/,7 but looking at you now, being so kind and caring made him feel like he was somehow closer to you than ever.
That was until he was looking at his clothes and asked if he could have them back, which you agreed to since he was naked, but then he noticed the bag he had was gone, and therefore asked you where his plastic bag was.
You told him the truth which made him act confused so you asked him what it was for even though you knew perfectly what it was for, which made him lie in front of you by telling you it was for plane models, you immediately called him out on it and told him that this is shit is dangerous, which made him upset but he couldn't do much sicne he was still recovering from the effects last night.
He wasn't used to someone confronting him like this, normally it would be Steve doing this but in a somber way but since this was you, it was going to be more intense, sort of like how a mom would act.
He didn't want to deal with this so he decided to pull the blanket over him to at least escape from you, which obviously didn't work since you were now hovering above him telling him how dangerous it was doing stuff like that which lead to the both of you arguing with each other prettt heavily, of course he was doing his jester act and you were doing the mom act, luckily emough your mother was out during this time.
It wasn't stopping anytime soon which was wearing you down each time since it felt like you were arguing with a brick wall, but even brick walls can break anytime which happened after you broke down telling him you lost a friend to the same stuff that he was doing, you couldn't take it and just continued breaking down in front of him while telling the story of what happened to your friend.
This was his first time seeing you in a vulnerable state, he's never seen you cry this much especially since you were crying not only for your friend but also for him as well, It made him feel something, something that was like a warm, fuzzy feeling he hasn't felt in a longtime, he wanted this feeling to never stop but he also wanted to see you stop crying since it was also starting to hurt him pretty badly as well.
He got down to where you were sitting down and proceeded to sit down next to you before pulling you in to a cuddle that was also making you feel something warm and fuzzy inside you. Is the two of you starting to develop feelings for each other, or is it just the first time the two of you were so vulnerable with each other that it made both of you see each other in such a different light than before.
Before this, you two were just known as the jester and the cold-hearted princess, but now it was just a poor boy who just wants to no longer be treated like a joke and a poor girl who justs wants to be taken serious like a human being instead of being treated "Just like a teen girl".
Ever since that day, things between you and Dennis have started getting better that even Ritchie and Steve noticed it, you two would still bicker with each other but now it was just playful banter instead of instigating trouble banter that Dennis was most infamous for. The two of you started to do more fun stuff that made living in bristol even more fun than before, the two of you were hanging out with each other so much that even Ritchie and Steve leave you two be since they didn't want to disturb you two.
But then one day, during a heated day, you suggested to the gang that we should go swimming somewhere, which they rejected at first until you offered them some cold drinks, food and some alcohol that they could bring and a lake spot that nobody knows about, which of course got Dennis's attention and made him say yes but Ritchie and Steve still declined the offer.
And with that, the two of you were on the way to the spot which was a gorgeous lake that you used to visit many times before but stopped after you had gotten a job. But this time it was odd, like you know this place and have been here before but since it's been so long, you didn't really know what to do, but the feeling was pushed aside once you saw Dennis strip into his underwear and run towards the lake which of course made you wanna strip as well.
After you finished taking your clothes off except for your swimsuit, you begin to swim next to Dennis around the lake but not too far from where your stuff was. It was so nice and rewarding, it felt like you've actually escaped reality and was now surrounding yourself in peace and serenity, but of course, Dennis had to ruin it by splashing some water towards you which hit you in the face. You retaliated by splashing him back him as well and therefore began a battle between the both of you as to who can do bigger splashes to each other.
You were about to win it until you noticed Dennis was gone, but that feeling of curiousity was replaced with now horror after you spotted Dennis running and doing cannonball into the lake, which of course cause a splash so big that it knocked you down. Dennis noticed you were on the ground in the lake and asked if you were alright, you nodded your head before watching Dennis celebrate his win by jumping in and out of the water, you couldn't help but smile at him since it was so oddly beautiful watching Dennis be so happy and full of life as of this moment, like you couldn't help but just wanted to go up to him and kiss him.
Wait, that was the moment you realised you do have feelings for Dennis, which was definitely a big 360 from how you were before, but how couldn't you love Dennis, you understood him so well in a deeper level than anyone else that if the old you saw you now, they would question as to how and why you're like this with Dennis. But you didn't know what to do so you decided to swim away from the shores so you didn't have to look or hear Dennis since it was sending you so many mixed singles on what should you do and what you shouldn't do.
Dennis noticed you were further away from him and asked if you're alright, not in his typical humorous way but more of so in a sensible caring way, you told him you were alright but Dennis didn't want to believe it, everything was going great, he loved the way you looked in your swimsuit and he loved the way you were with him before when you two were splashing each other. Now he wanted to be closer to you than ever, oh god now he's realising he also has feelings for you as well.
But how could he not? He's always had some friction with you when he first saw how you were with that punk loser. He loved your attitude towards him since it fed him so much humour but also loved how you were always rescuing him from situations he caused even though he didn't want you to rescue him, but ever since he stayed over at your place, his feeling towards have changed so much he generally wants to improve himself not only for the future but generally for you.
So, as you were still swimming, you were so caught up in it that you didn't even notice Dennis was there in front of you. The tension between the two of you was so high and mighty that it felt like hours were passing by when it was just a few seconds passing by. Seconds passed, turning into a timeless moment that would never be forgotten, thanks to what had just happened. That moment was the two of you going in for a kiss that at first felt like your soul just left your body, since you and Dennis didn't even notice what was going on until you opened your eyes to see yourself kissing Dennis.
You naturally pulled yourself away, but only a little bit from it. He was so caught up in the moment that when he no longer felt your lips on his, he opened his eyes and wondered where you had gone. However, you had left because you didn't want this; he thought you didn't want to hang out with him any longer and that you would leave him, just like everyone else did, since he always thought of himself as a joke.
But when he saw you were still here across from him, he was more than relieved, he was genuinely surprised that you were still here, but you were looking even more beautiful now in his eyes, the way the light was reflecting on the water surrounding both you and Dennis was now reflecting onto your eyes, it was like he was looking into the universe, a endless amount of space that was filled with many stars and mount's of beauty all over the place.
Even you were noticing more things about Dennis's appearance, such as his face and how there's many details on it such as the two freckles that were aligned vertically on his jawline and neck, his hair being so fluffy and a dark brunette that it reminded you of a puppy, his eye colour so dark yet so rich that it looked like looking into a oil painting of a tree in autumn during the 19th century that used different shades of brown, each one being so unique and extraordinary just like the painting itself.
The two of you were just there, floating in the lake; it felt like the two of you could stay there forever. But time was passing by, and it went from a bright, sunny morning to a warm sunset setting above both of you. And with that, the two of you got out of the lake and proceeded to get dressed before packing up and heading home. Dennis asked if he could stay over at your place for the night, and you quickly agreed to his offer and grabbed his hand to get going.
Ever since that day, the two of you have become a thing. Still, after a few weeks that turned into a month of seeing each other, you and Dennis became official with each other and announced it to everyone, Ritchie was so surprised since he never thought he'd see the day Dennis would get snatched up, Steven was also surprised but he was so happy and proud for him since he always wanted what was best for Dennis, and if this was gonna be the best thing to ever happened to Dennis then so be it, it would even mean Dennis would never have to hangout with Harry ever again hopefully.
Whenever the two of you spent time together, it would typically be just mostly chatting about snacks and other stupid stuff while playing some board games and sometime cards, your mother was happy to see you and Dennis have a great time that even she was starting to get to know Dennis a bit more, was a bit taken-back at first due to Dennis's personality but then came around to loving Dennis like a son she'd never had.
If you had a Polaroid camera, you would not stop taking photos of you and Dennis, and if he wanted to, he'd asked you if he could take a photo of you and you would happily agree to it, which would turn into a photoshoot session. He would keep so many photos of you that he would have a old shoe box filled with photos of you or you and him together.
Before you and Dennis were an official couple, the dynamics of the gang used to go along the lines of Ritchie: the smarts, Steven: the leader, Dennis: the jester, and you: the cold-hearted princess. But ever since then, the dynamics are sort of different now, Steven and Ritchie were still the same but this time, Dennis was still the jester but not the one that would always put himself at risk like his old self, he was now the jester who knows when to stop when it gets too serious, especially for you since you were now the knight that will always protect everyone no matter what.
Dennis was making changes for the better; he was no longer doing the shit that was only making him numb, so he would escape reality. He was now doing things that would make you happy and filled with so much joy that even you noticed how he wasn't out of it and were proud of him for it. You even saw him hanging out less with Harry; you didn't really hang out with him that much, but you could tell he was bad news, so you were glad for that.
Dennis loves staying over at your place since it wasn't his place that had his mother in it, it was a place of serenity and peacefulness, even in some cases he would leave his clothes over at your house just so your mom can not only wash them but also since they would have the same scent that you would generally have since sometimes you would even wear them as a joke that everyone would notice and ask if you're wearing Dennis's shirt, you would happily answer with a yes.
Whenever it came down to how close the two of you were with each other, you two would sometimes share food with each other, even though most of the time you would like to hog it, which would make Dennis pull the puppy eyes on you, which would always win you over.
You even started to make changes for the better, you used to be a bit cold and uptight and would most of the time be seen with a bottle of alcohol, but you even cut back on the drinking, started saving your money for the better, you even got yourself a job as a delivery girl at a newspaper agency, Dennis noticed and even began getting himself a job as well at Steven workplace which he thoguht was a bad idea but turned out to be a semi-successful one even though he nearly got himself fired at one point.
Quick pecks on the cheeks between the two of you, although you're more likely the one that'll do it to him since you like to see him flustered, which'll turn into some funny moments since he'll do the same to you whenever you were serious or doing something, he'll even do it front of steven and ritchie to tease you like how you'll do it to him when he's in front of them.
Or when you and Dennis would be at home or out somewhere, you two will always be seen cuddling with or at least holding each other. Most of the time, you or Dennis will fall asleep in each other's arms. Dennis loves it when you fall asleep in his arms; he loves it when you rest your head on his chest.
Whenever you two were walking together, whether it was to go somewhere to do something or just to get out of the house, your hands had to be held at all times between you two, or else the two of you would be like lost puppies.
During the night, you two love to look up at the stars. When you're on the highest peak of Bristol, you love to overlook the whole place and see all the lights in Bristol light up, just like the stars. It would feel like you and Dennis had the entire world in both your hands, even though it was impossible, but it did.
You never expected yourself to end up with someone like Dennis; he'd never expected you to end up with someone like him, but young love does come in many ways. Opposites do attract like a charm. If you two were animals, he'd be a raccoon, and you'd be a butterfly, an unexpected yet charmingly sweet duo that will make it into the future.
This is the longest headcanon I've ever written. I hope you guys like this one, and if you have any requests, please either leave then in my inbox or in the comments down below. Until then, I'll see you all next time...Bye...
a/n : hiii yall ! there we go with the tobi alphabet because i love my sleepless man
i did my best for this, and i hope you’ll like it, but i’m french and tired, and there’s probably a few mistakes left in this, even tho i reread through it a few times. i did my best to write it with a gn! reader, so lemme know if i did well !
also, i haven’t write anything since a year and a half and haven’t published anything for like 3 years ?? (im a wattpad fighter 😛) so its pretty much like im publishing for the first time again.
there’s a spoil for episode 5/6 at letter W, be aware if you haven’t finished the show !!
anyway, kiss kiss and enjoy !! <3
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Tobi is affectionate, don’t mistake him, but he is also constantly sleep deprived, which means he isn’t always in the mood for a lot of cuddle or watching a film together. However, he’s always making it up to you, by leaving small notes, or little gifts that he leaves on the nightstand or the kitchen table when he has an emergency at work. And he also never forget to send you a lot of messages when you’re apart, because it’s his way of showing that even tho he isn’t the best at words and showing, he deeply cares about you and loves you.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He probably is the "the blind leading the blind" typa best friend, always cheering on you and invested in whatever you are invested in. He’s the most supportive friend you can have, truly. He’ll listen to whatever you’re talking about, as long as you listen to him rambling about his passion for codes and all. Talking about computer, you probably met in school, during a techno class, where you couldn’t make yours work. He helped you and you became attached to the hip ever since then.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He doesn’t always mean to cuddle, he wouldn’t, most of time, come to you and asks you to cuddle. But as soon as your in the same couch, or in the bed, he’s always reaching for your hand, laying on you, or letting you lie on him. He probably won’t admit it but he loves when you have your hand in his hair, tracing soft circles and massaging his scalp, and will whine if you stop before he fell asleep.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
This man lives in the spare room of his coworker, never sleep, and you’re asking if he can cook when he lives on dried noodles ? He actually, would probably like to settle down, but don’t think he is ready for it. He knows he’s at work most of the time, and doesn’t have a well balanced life schedule. He barely even clean his room, and feed himself with Abby’s leftovers, but he’s well aware that he isn’t ready to live with you, and he doesn’t want you to be disappointed by his lifestyle if you settle down together. So at the moment, he likes living on his own, as long as your okay with it. He’s willing to change tho, but he prefers trying alone and then live with you when he knows his lifestyle is better and more suitable for you.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I honestly don’t think he will be the one to break up, this man yearns for love AND I KNOW IT. If you ever break up it’s probably because he’s always talking about his computer’s things, and work take too much time for you, so you either would decide to end your relation or he would be too worried about you and decides that it’s better for both of you to go on your own paths. I also think you’d still have a good relationship after the breakup and wouldn’t be on bad terms.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
He is willing to commit, but as i said, he knows his lifestyle isn’t really suitable for a living together. However, after a few years if the both of you are still together and that he improved his domestic life, when you are a little bit older, he would probably like to get married. He doesn’t see it as an end by itself, but the idea of being forever bound with you makes him giggle and kicking his feet like a teenage girl.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is gentle, the most gentle ever, actually. He deeply cares about you and wants you to know it, even though he’s not the best at showing it. He’ll always do his best for you, taking care of you with small acts of service like holding the door for you, messily setting the table when you cooked, making you tea and buying you your favourite snacks. He’s also taking your hand, drawing small circles with his thumb on the back of it, whenever you are in a public space. It’s just how he can show you that he’s capable of gentle acts even tho you know he can, and he needs to prove it more to himself than you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He likes to hug you when you’re cooking and facing the kitchen counter, so he can hug you from behind and burry his head in the crook of your neck. Most of the time, he will hug you from behind, because he likes how you can’t really see him being a bit weaker, if you know what i mean. He likes hugs the same way as cuddle, he won’t really ask for it, but likes it and will find a way to have some without having to ask you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
You both are still young, and probably started dating by the end of high school or early college years, so he probably said it really fast ? I also think you had built up a relationship before, being probably a friend to lover thing, so he had all the time in the world to develop his feelings for you, and actually know what he felt. I think that by three months, the "i love you" would have been said, probably after a romantic moment that wasn’t meant to be one at first.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Oh trust me he is a jealous guy, i know it. Not in a toxic way, but if someone’s looking at you too much, he’ll be getting closer to you, clinging by your side, not leaving your hand, just to show that he’s yours and nobody can take his place. And when you joke about his jealousy, he gets all shy about it, because he doesn’t want to admit it.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Unlike cuddles and hugs, he’s more of a kissing guy. His kiss are always soft and loving, and he can’t choose where he likes to kiss you the most, because he love everything about you, and kissing is his way of showing the best. But he has a soft spot for kissing you in the neck, with a little smile that only him has the secret. When it comes to you kissing him, he loves when you kiss him in the corner of his mouth, because it feels both intimate and innocent. It’s also your way of taking him out of his codes and computer, when you try to get him to sleep or just away for his screen for a moment.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Children like him. He doesn’t really love them back. Too much noise, too much dirt, yeah, really, he loves to pretend he’s not made to be around kids. But in fact, he can get real soft around them, even tho he’ll never admit it. He doesn’t admit being soft, actually.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
When he sleeps, you have two scenarios : either he’ll be up early as hell, and watch you sleep with a little smile, stroking your hair and probably getting out of bed to try to make the breakfast, or he’s sleeping till the early afternoon so, no morning.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He doesn’t sleep.
But when he does, he probably wants to fell asleep while holding you or being hold, i honestly think he prefers being held actually. He probably talks in his sleep and doesn’t have a really deep sleep, from his chronic lack of sleep, so he wakes up easily during the night
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He can’t really talk about his work, but for the rest, he’s just bluntly telling you things. He doesn’t really have any filters, he just says what he has to say. However, he may be a little longer than you could think to tell you things about himself that are more intimate, probably due to his anxious profile. So it’s like he will say some things really fast, and other will take more time, and you can’t understand how he sorts them, because you’re pretty sure saying that he sucked his thumb until he was 13 during the first week of dating is revealing a big part of his lore.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
This man is patient, look where he works, he can’t afford not to be. But he can be upset when you’re making fun of him for any reason actually. He’ll start pouting and turn his back to you, but with a few kisses, he’s back at being all yours and madly in love with you. I will say that in big arguments, he is the one to be patient and try to understand what is really going on, and most of the time, he’s the first to apologise.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He knows he’s the type to forget things, so he try to mark important dates in his phone calendar, or on notes that he loses and he remembers he wrote something but can’t remember what he wrote on it. Also, when you drop small information about what you like, wether it’s your favourite colour, flowers or shape of crisps, he’ll be noting it down somewhere, to make sure he can use these informations later.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He cherishes every moments he gets to spend with you, but he probably have a special spot in his heart for the night you both confessed. You were star gazing, in a spot a bit far away from London to see the sky better, even though, let’s be real, he was looking at you more than the stars. When you finally stopped talking about the stars and locked eyes with him, he got all shy and flustered that you caught him staring at you, but he will always remember how you just smiled and brushed away a strand of his hair, before letting your hand rests on his cheek. He will also always remember how his heart started racing, and the words, yes these words, "I think I really really like you" rolled of your tongue and the way he just nodded quickly, because he just lost the ability to talk at this exact moment.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He is protective of you, always trying to step up for you if something happens to you. But most of the time, he wont do anything infront of the person bothering you, and will rather try to hack them or ruin their internet reputation. Once, a man try to flirt with you, being really inappropriate, so he hacked his twitter and photoshopped him with furries and femboys and posted it. It’s his way, a bit special, i’ll admit, to venge you. He also loves when you’re protective over him. You’re in a bar and someone’s bothering the both of you, making fun of Tobi ? Oh you’re the person who stands up and argues, making everyone turns their head. The guy comes out of the bar with a broken ego and Tobi’s even more obsessed with you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He always tries his best for these occasions, leaving his green polo to something a bit more fancy, trying to surprise you with a good restaurant or a picnic with a good landscape on a sunny days, or even taking you out to the fun fair and winning you every plushies you want in the gripper machine. And when he forgets a special date, he always tries to make it up to you with small codes that shows cute animations, because he’s better with computers than words.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He rarely sleeps, leading to these enormous eye bags. He runs his days on a really unhealthy coffee-redbull mix to stay awake on a daily basis, but this lack of sleep can make him grumpy sometimes, and he tends to show this grumpy side to you more than anybody else.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He doesn’t care. He shaves, showers and washes his face, and you’ll never catch him do more. Well except when he’s taking you on a date or for a special occasion, these times, he always tries to be a bit more extra and search for his best shirt in his closet.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you)
Yes, definitely. He wouldn’t say it, but you means the world to him, and after losing his job, which was his passion, he only has you. He is madly in love with you and just cannot imagine his life without you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He’s addicted to these offline games that you can have on your phone, and made you download it so you can play at the same time and compare your scores.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He really doesn’t want you to disrespect his passion for codes and computers. He knows he’s a nerd, but this is what he likes and if you can’t respect that, he probably won’t stay with you.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He always end up sleeping with his head on your chest, and sometimes even fully lying down on you, because he craves your touch more than he’ll admit and it shows in his sleep.
(If anyone is interested in me making me more headcanons about Tobi or any other Gabe characters, please let me know via the comment or inbox)
You met Tobi after starting work at NCSG as a cybersecurity analyst. He was having minor problems with his computer that was acting out for some odd reason, and it was still acting like that until you decided to offer him some help and gave him a solution. And to his surprise, your solution actually solved the problem and even won him over.
Ever since then, he has not only developed a little crush on you, but he has even offered you so much help and assistance not only around the place but even when you were having some minor problems.
Like one time, you were falling asleep at work due to your sleep schedules being messed up pretty badly due to work demands, so when you tried to stay awake, Tobi would be there to help you cover your shift while you were able to have naps that would be short but sometimes turned into a long one.
But he didn't mind it since it gave him such a great excuse to not only hang out with you but to also look at you even more, to notice even more details on your face compared to before, especially noticing how your dark circles are similar to his.
During work breaks, you used to sit by yourself and have your lunch, but ever since you started hanging out with Tobi, you two have had so many conversations about what's been happening not only in both of your work lives but also in your personal lives as well. He not only found that you were single, but you were also interested in finding someone and that some of your interests and hobbies actually along so well with his.
For the past few months, your and Tobi's friendship has been blossoming more beautifully and more joyfully, and during that time, you even began to have a crush on Tobi. You loved his whizz yet flustered personality, you love his fluffy dark brunette hair that reminds you of a chocolate labrador, you love his brown eyes that remind you so much of boba tea, you even began to love his dark circles, which reminded you so much of your dark circles as well.
One night, you were just a home resting after a long, busy week and were about to call it a night until you got a text from Tobi asking if you wanted to come over to his place for a hangout. You were gonna say no, but decided to accept his offer since you haven't been out in a while and really needed a fun time, especially if it means having a good time with Tobi.
After you arrived at his place, you noticed Abby wasn't here until Tobi told you that she was already out with a friend tonight, so it was just gonna be you and Tobi here all alone together.
The two of you were having a great time, playing some Uno, having some vodka pre-mixes, and even watching some TV shows like "The IT Crowd", which brought some humour and even some reliability to the evening.
The night was progressing, and Tobi didn't know when Abby was coming home. You were getting a bit tired, so you asked him if you wanna chill in his room for the rest of the night. He agreed with a little bit of flusteredness hinted in his voice; he wasn't expecting you to ask that question, but didn't mind it that much.
As you two were in Tobi's room, the alcohol from earlier was kicking in, and therefore made you more bold and confident compared to before. You began to tell Tobi how much you've enjoyed tonight, but also how, ever since you've met him, things have been so great and you really like how things are going between you and him.
This was hitting Tobi in such a warm, passionate way that he couldn't take it anymore and just wanted to pull you in for a kiss or to admit he likes you so much. But he didn't want to ruin it just yet, so he said that he'd enjoyed tonight as well.
But things took a turn, and instead of him making the big decision, you made the big decision to admit how much you've liked him. This caught him so off guard that he decided to admit the same thing as well. With the news out and both of you having the same feelings as each other, you two couldn't help but lean into each other for a well-deserved kiss that both of you have been yearning for.
After that night, the two of you wanted to keep things private and underwater since you didn't want drama or tension from everybody just yet. But with the way the two of you were with each other, especially during Lunch breaks, everyone was pretty much picking up on what was going between you two.
All of them pretty much knew you and Tobi were crushing on each other, so when it came down to you two finally admitting it to everyone, what's been going on between you two? Everyone wasn't really surprised, but still showed some support towards you two.
Abby was the happiest. She began to get closer towards you as if you were a little sister to her. She really enjoyed your company and presence so much, especially whenever you came over to her and Tobi's place either to visit Tobi or whenever an event was happening.
After a while of you two dating each other, you and Tobi began to do stuff that evolved from spending time inside your apartments to now going out to some cafes, or at least stuff that didn't involve much technology since it was part of your work lives. He would always try his best to shower you with tons of affection since he's not used to it, since this is his first time in a relationship.
But whenever he pulled through, he managed to make it work. He would use his coding skills to show you a custom love letter he made from scratch, or whenever he was bored at work, he would send you random GIFs he either made or GIFS from "The IT Crowd" to cheer you up after a long day of work.
Out of everyone, apart from Abby, Tobi really shows his genuine self with you; he is still a bit flustered, but he's less anxious now compared to before when it comes to you.
Tobi wasn't an overprotective guy, but whenever he would see someone be inappropriate with you, he would always try his best to protect you in any way he could; he'd even get their ID if he wanted to and report them to the police easily.
He also wasn't the most jealous type either, he knows you would never cheat on him with someone else, but if he saw someone flirt with you, especially if the person was more attractive, he would either wrap his arms around your shoulder just to show people that you are with him, or it would upset him and therefore make him moody for a while, until you would always find a way to cheer him up.
Either it was a gift of his favourite snacks, or a little NSFW pic of you that would always make him turn his mood around for the better.
If you guys were apart from each other, either due to work or other scheduling conflicts, the two of you were always good at communicating with each other via phone or video calls. In some cases, it would get a little bit freaky or in some cases, full-on embarrassing accidents.
Heated kisses are where it's at for both of you; you love the effect it has on him.
During your make-outs with each other, he could try to cup your face as much as he could since he really doesn't wanna let you go, will even bring and rub his fingers into your hair to feel more of you.
You'll even give him some small pecks on his cheeks whenever you walk past him while he's working or when it looks like he's really stressed out as hell.
No matter how many times you visit his apartment, his room will always remain either tidy (from you cleaning it up or Abby demanding him to tidy his room up) or straight up messy (he can't help it since he's so busy with work).
Whenever you stay over at his place, if you haven't brought spare clothes over, you'll just put on either one of his clothing items, his most notorious one being his green polo shirt he wears a lot; he tends to have a go at you for wearing his favourite shirt but deep down he secretly loves seeing you in it, especially since it'll have your perfume scent on it laterwards and therefore he'll be able to smell it all the time when you're not around.
If he sees you're upset, he'll do whatever it takes to not only find out what's wrong, but will even try to fix it even if it's not his fault. He will wipe your tears away and reassure you that everything is okay.
As mentioned before, he trusts you heavily, so whenever he needs to speak to someone about something, he will always speak to you about either his plans or what's been affecting him lately.
If you two were arguing or fighting with each other, not only will you two not speak or see each other for weeks, but it will also hurt and upset you two more than what happened before between the two of you and in doing so, will either get one of you or both of you to admit faults and to apologise to each other.
You two will always listen to each other's rants and vents about particular topics or problems the two of you are experiencing, and after you guys finish with that, it'll lead to you guys cuddling for a long, long time.
During those cuddle times, you and Tobi like to switch positions regarding who will be the big spoon or the little spoon. He likes it when he's resting on your chest, as it allows him to hear your heartbeat, which he finds adorable.
Whatever you do, don't wink or give him compliments at work; he will turn into a shy, flustered puppy that likes to hide, and if you whisper compliments into his ears, he will become a stuttering mess that will not be able to keep himself together, which will result in a smile on your face.
Both of you love to give each other attention, even when the two of you or one of you is extremely busy, it's a nice way to not only get through the day, but it's also a way to tease each other.
No matter what happens and no matter how bad it is, the two of you are so easy with each other and love each other so much that the two of you really do think you're the one for each other.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
Here is the second part (and probably the last) for my fanfiction on Gabriel Howell (Snotlout in How to Train Your Dragon the live action)
(The version translated in French is already posted and is called "Entre deux prises")
Word count : 12 286
TW : Multiples sex scenes (x3)
Enjoy ! <3
My filming in Spain is going really well, I love my new position which I find very fulfilling, the teams and the actors are amazing too, I’m really lucky to have landed in such a great place. And yet, a part of me stayed in Belfast with my friends and the man I’ve started to have real feelings for. Those same feelings aren’t fading or even slowing down now that I’m far from him, every message I get from him makes my heart beat a little faster, not to mention his selfies.
If my heart doesn’t stop because of the selfies Gabriel sends me, then it’s because of the pictures others send me of him. For example, Gabriel recently sent me a TikTok trend where he’s running while singing the lyrics to “Ceilings” by Lizzy McAlpine, all while dressed as Snotlout. That video made me laugh so much, and the message that followed made me laugh but mostly melt: “I’d be ready to run even faster and longer for you, singing whatever you want.”
We call each other from time to time, but it’s still rare because of our busy schedules and how tired we are. Those calls are the only moments I get to see his smile again, the one I love so much, and to hear his laugh that warms my soul. I know he misses me too because he doesn’t mind telling me, even though he always adds that I did the right thing by accepting this job offer. He doesn’t want me to feel guilty for leaving.
Days go by and I hear even less from Gabriel. I figure he’s enjoying time with his friends and family in England. I also heard he’s had several photoshoots and has to get ready for other projects. I’m proud of him, but I wish I could share all this with him—not have our lives running so parallel.
Despite the sadness that haunts me when I’m alone, time mostly flies by. I have less than a month of filming left, and that means the How To Train your Dragon live-action wraps today. I take the opportunity to send a message to all my friends, and to Gabriel as well, I congratulate them on their hard work and tell them how excited I am to see the result. They all reply sweetly, including Gabriel:
"Thank you for your always so well-written words. I wish you were here to celebrate the end of filming with us, but since you can't be here for that, you’ll be with us for the film release! You have no choice!"
"Then imagine when I’m there in person? It’s going to be even harder for you!"
One evening, as I’m getting ready to eat, I get an unexpected video call from Gabriel. I answer, a little surprised, and see him smiling on his couch. I can’t help but smile back. "Good evening, what did I do to owe this call?"
"I just wanted to see you and hear your voice."
"And kill me with your cuteness, right?" I say, laughing and glancing at him often while trying not to hurt myself cooking at the same time.
"Never!" We laugh together, then he just looks at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Cooking or at least trying to, since you’re distracting me."
"No, because when you’re here, you’ll be the one cooking." I stick my tongue out at him and he laughs, nodding.
"That’s true! I can’t wait to cook for you again."
"I can’t wait either. So, is everything going well on your side? Not too tired?"
"Very tired, yeah, but also very happy. I’ve done a lot of shoots and interviews, and they all turned out great!"
"I’m going to frame them all, set them as wallpapers on every single one of my devices, maybe even get them tattooed." He laughs, which makes me laugh too.
We laugh and keep talking while I eat my dinner, and during the conversation, an idea hits me: I wrap filming in five days. If I plan things right, I might be able to surprise Gabriel for his premiere. I don’t say anything to him and decide to do some research after we hang up.
"You haven’t even seen them yet!"
"No, but I already know I’ll love them, because I really like the model."
"You’re such a flirt."
"I know." I wink at him and then serve myself a plate.
"Oh, and I’ve got the premiere of the Nightsleeper series in six days."
"Ohh, amazing! I’ll finally get to watch it! I’ve already gone through your whole filmography."
"Even my mom isn’t as big of a fan of me as you are."
Here I am in London. I love this city so much, but knowing I’m here to see Gabriel makes me appreciate the moment even more. I hurry over to Nico’s place, she kindly agreed to host me for a bit. When she opens the door, we throw ourselves into each other’s arms, so happy to be reunited. We talk a lot while I get ready for the evening, and she even helps me with my hair. I missed her so much.
I’m all set for the premiere, I look stunning, and thankfully the weather is on my side. I’m wearing a gorgeous long dress with beautiful heels, my hair is curled, and I’m wearing makeup. Nico let Gabriel’s manager know I’d be attending so he could add me to the guest list. I thank her for the thousandth time as I grab my handbag and hurry off to catch my taxi.
A mix of nerves and excitement swirls inside me as the distance between Gabriel and me shrinks. But that feeling fades the moment I step outside, the fresh air helps me find my focus and gather my courage.
I walk up to the building, give my first and last name, and they let me in. I wander a bit through the reception area, which is a cinema lobby. I grab a glass of champagne and sip it while admiring the film posters on the walls. I stay alert to my surroundings, keeping an eye out for Gabriel’s arrival. I recognize some other actors from the series taking photos on the red carpet, but no sign of Gabriel yet, true to form, he’s fashionably late.
He steps off the red carpet and starts greeting some of the actors. I wait for the right moment to approach him, one where there aren’t too many people around. When he heads to get a glass of champagne, I seize my chance and walk up behind him.
As I walk through the lobby to set down my empty glass of champagne, I see the building’s door open and Gabriel step inside. My breath catches for a moment. He doesn’t see me as there are too many people, and he’s definitely not expecting me here. He starts getting photographed, and I stay where I am, hidden among the crowd, just watching him.
I soak in this moment, I’ve missed him so much. Then he laughs briefly before putting his serious face back on for the photos, and I absolutely melt. I just want his hands on me and his lips on mine.
“You’re even more handsome in real life, Mr. Howell,” I say, trying not to laugh.
He turns around quickly to see who just spoke, and I watch as confusion flashes across his face, followed by shock and then he wraps his arms around me. I laugh softly and hold him tight. I can finally breathe in his scent again, feel him against me. He pulls back slightly so he can look at me, brushing my cheek gently with the back of his hand, the cool touch of his ring sending a little shiver across my skin.
“And you’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
I smile and nod. He kisses my cheek and walks away, holding my hand until the very last second.
I laugh again and pull him into another hug. We part reluctantly when his manager calls him over.
“Sorry, I really have to go. I’ll come find you as soon as I can, promise.”
I’m floating on a little cloud after our reunion, so much that I don’t really know what to do anymore. So I just watch Gabriel from afar while nibbling on some of the food's buffet.
A fairly young man approaches and starts chatting with me as if nothing’s out of the ordinary, as if we already know each other. I stay polite even though I don’t recognize him.
We chat much more naturally now that I know he’s not some guy trying to flirt with me. Gabriel keeps glancing our way, smiling each time, he’s so adorable.
“Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Thomas, Gabriel’s best friend. He has told me a lot about you.” I blush, finally understanding the friendly behavior. I let out a nervous little laugh and shake the hand he offers me.
“Sorry, I didn’t know! Nice to meet you!”
The event organizers announce that the screening is about to start, so we all head to our assigned seats. I end up next to Thomas, perfect! Gabriel’s manager did a great job. Before the show begins, I spot Gabriel walking up the aisle, scanning the room for me. I give him a little wave and he quickly makes his way over. When he reaches me, he leans in to talk, one hand on the back of my seat and the other on the seat in front of me. He laughs when he sees Thomas sitting beside me.
I watched the first two episodes closely. Every time Gabriel appears on screen, I melt. He’s so sweet in the series, and so sexy in real life, the contrast makes me smile. At the end of the screening, everyone applauds and heads back into the lobby. All the actors are getting interviewed left and right. I chat about what we just watched with Thomas, who I find more and more likeable.
“He’s not bothering you too much, is he?” Gabriel jokes. I laugh and shake my head, never taking my eyes off him. Then his gaze locks onto mine, and he gives me the most radiant smile.
“You’ll tell me if you liked it, yeah?”
“Promise.” I smile warmly at him, and I notice his eyes linger on my lips for a moment then the lights dim, signaling the start of the screening. He kisses my forehead quickly and hurries back to his seat.
Gabriel stops by briefly between interviews, but we don’t get a chance to talk. The fatigue from my trip is starting to hit me hard. Thomas asks if I’d like him to drop me off since he’s leaving, but I politely decline. We say goodbye and he goes to say a few words to Gabriel, then heads out. I feel the tiredness even more now that I’m alone, but luckily the room empties out pretty quickly. Around thirty minutes after Thomas leaves, Gabriel finally joins me.
We hop in a taxi. During the ride, I stare out the window with wide eyes, this city amazes me every time. Gabriel never lets go of my hand, stroking it gently, and I know he’s not looking out the window at all, he’s watching me.
“I’m really sorry for making you wait, you must be exhausted,” he says, placing his hand gently on my hip and caressing it lightly. I rest my hand on his bicep, stroking him in the same way.
“Don’t worry, I get it. Besides, it gave me time to stare at you as much as I wanted,” I say with a soft laugh. He kisses my cheek, lingering just a bit longer, and I melt.
“Shall we head home?” I nod, and we walk toward the exit. His hand rests on the small of my back, and I love that contact.
We finally arrive at his place, and I quickly take off my heels. He chuckles at my struggle and kneels down in front of me to help. As he takes them off, he kisses my ankles and calves, sometimes letting his lips trail slowly up my legs. The soft scrape of his stubble makes me shiver, and I bite my lip. I run my fingers through his hair, it’s grown longer since the last time I got to touch it. He looks up at me, still on his knees, and with that look in his eyes, all I can think about is sex. I keep running my hand through his hair and he closes his eyes to enjoy it. He’s going to drive me crazy.
Eventually, I ask him to get up and give me a tour of his apartment, which ends in his bedroom. He leans against the doorway of his bedroom, arms crossed, and says:
“So, this is the real me. My actual home.”
“I love it even more than your Airbnb in Belfast.”
“That’s sweet of you.” He chuckles softly. “Do you want to take a shower?” he asks.
My gaze drifts to his outfit, which I’ve already admired tonight but I just can’t get enough. Then my attention shifts to his crossed arms, making his biceps stand out.
“If you’d like, I can help you take off that dress” He says, pulling me from my daydream.
“Only if I can take off your top” I reply, bolder than I expected. He laughs lightly, tilts his head back, biting his lip, then steps closer and gently places my hands at the hem of his polo shirt. I lift it up and slide it over his arms.
I look at his bare torso, biting my lip again. I dare to run my hand along his skin, starting from his hand, up along his arm, his shoulder, then down over his chest and abs. I hear him sigh softly, clearly enjoying it, and I feel just as hot as the view before me.
“My turn to enjoy the view?”
I nod and turn around so he can reach the zipper on the back of my dress. He slowly lowers it, then slides the straps off my shoulders, letting the fabric gently slip down my body. I shiver.
He slowly turns me around, and the look in his eyes mirrors exactly what I’m feeling: he wants more too. For now, that "more" begins with his lips pressing against mine. We kiss just as gently as his previous touches until the kiss deepens, turning more and more sensual as our tongues begin to dance together. My hands slide down his chest, reaching for his pants. I undo the button and lower the zipper.
Now in my underwear, back still turned to him, I feel him step closer. He moves my hair over one shoulder, making room for his lips to kiss the exposed skin. The chills continue as his hands find my hips.
He places kisses on my shoulder, neck, nape, and behind my ear, his hands still softly caressing my sides. Everything feels so gentle and perfect but I want more. I want his hands and lips everywhere on me.
That must have been the signal he was waiting for, because without breaking our kiss, he leads us to his bed. He lies down, pulling me with him so that I end up straddling his hips. The kiss becomes even more sensual, nearly sexual, and our growing moans are the only pauses in our breath as I slowly move my hips against his.
I'm as turned on as he is, I know it, and I can feel him against me. Desire takes over, and I pull away from him to pull his pants down with his help, then straddle him again, but this time without kissing him. I just look at him, running my hands over his chest and gently rubbing myself on him.
"You are so hot" he says between moans as he runs one hand over my chest and the other grabbing one of my thighs.
"I’m so turned on because of you" I say, taking off my bra, still rubbing myself against him. He bites his lip and cups my breast. He sits up and kisses me full on the lips, pressing down on my hips to accentuate the contact between our intimate parts, making us moan together.
We stay like this for a while until Gabriel can't wait any longer, he reverses the position so he's lying on top of me and can rub himself against me as he wants. His lips are on my neck then on my breasts and finally on my panties, I run my hand through his hair and the look he gives me is obscene as if he's hungry for me and the response of his mouth on my vulva proves I’m right.
He removes my panties to gain full access to my crotch, which he tastes and then devours, making me moan louder and louder. He takes such good care of me, like no one before, to the point where he makes me come pretty quickly, but I need more, I need his penis inside me to be satisfied. I don't know how to show him, so despite my embarrassment, I decide to tell him out loud.
"Gabe, I want more... I want you all... Inside me..."
A very sexy groan escapes his lips while they are still between my thighs, but apparently he wants the same thing since he retrieves a condom from his bedside table before putting it on and positioning himself between my legs.
He gently rubs the tip of his penis against the entrance of my vagina and moans with need. I'm tired of waiting, and he understands, but he doesn't go any faster. He enters me as slowly as possible and holds my hips so I can't go any faster. This slowness is torture for me. Once he's fully inside me, he gently caresses my cheek and steals a kiss.
"Tell me what you want princess."
"I want you to move... Make love to me, please..."
He bites his lip and steals another kiss before starting to slowly move in and out of me, which makes me moan immediately.
"It's so nicely asked that I have to obey your wishes" he says, his voice a little deeper than usual because of the pleasure that takes his breath away.
His thrusts gradually accelerate, and we're nothing but moans and gasps of pleasure. Our bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. As I feel my orgasm coming, his thrusts become slower but stronger. I no longer moan but scream, my body tenses more and more from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Come for me, darling, show me how good I make you feel..."
"Gabe, it's so good, don't stop... Don't stop..." I say as I begin to come around his penis. He continues to make love to me until my orgasm passes, and his, which has arrived in the meantime, too.
He stays lying on top of me for a few more minutes, still inside me, catching his breath while I gently run my fingers through his hair. Eventually, he pulls away to slip out of me and takes off the condom to throw it away. Then he comes back and pulls the blanket over us.
“We should take a shower, we're gonna mess up your bed” I say, already half-asleep.
“Don't worry, I'll change the sheets tomorrow” he replies, stealing a kiss.
“Alright… I’ll help you.”
“You should probably go to the bathroom before you fall asleep, right?”
“Good point…” I say, exhausted, and force myself to get up. I go quickly to the bathroom and come back into his arms, falling asleep almost instantly.
I wake up slowly, the morning light peeking through the curtains. I’m no longer in Gabriel’s arms, we must’ve moved around a lot during the night but once I’m awake enough to notice, I turn over and cuddle up next to him. I smile as I look at him, unable to resist gently running my fingers over his few-days-old stubble. He slowly wakes up too, and smiles when he sees me, then buries his face in my neck, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
“Good morning” he says with his deep, sleepy voice.
“Morning,” I reply, kissing his shoulder. “Sleep well?”
“Very well. And you?”
“Yeah, working out before bed always helps.” We laugh softly together, and I feel him start to plant soft kisses along my neck.
“What’s your opinion on morning workouts?”
I can’t help but laugh at his question.
“I wouldn’t say no, but right now I really need to eat something or I’m going to faint.”
He jumps out of bed and runs to the kitchen still completely naked. I laugh watching him go. I get up, slip on my panties and his polo shirt from last night.
I join him in the kitchen, biting my lip as I watch him make breakfast. He turns around for a second and stares at me—apparently longer than he expected to.
“That’s just plain teasing, Y/N.”
“I just put on whatever was lying around, it’s not my fault,” I say, raising my hands in mock innocence. “And you should at least put on some underwear, it’s dangerous to cook so little dressed!”
I walk over, give him a light smack on the butt, and take over whisking the eggs.
He laughs and heads off to put something on. We finish preparing breakfast together and eat it out on his little balcony. My eyes keep drifting between him and the view, it’s hard to choose which is better.
We also chat about the first two episodes of Nightsleeper from the night before:
“No seriously, I did enjoy it, but I wish you had more screen time! You were so adorable whenever you showed up. Such a huge contrast with the very sexy man I saw before and after the screening, by the way.”
“You think I’m sexy? That’s new!”
“Not new at all! You were so sexy on the How To Train Your Dragon set! With your little v-neck and those big arms... oh, such good memories!”
We laugh as we clean up breakfast.
“I’m glad you like me that much. It’s mutual, he says, stealing another kiss. So, what do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know yet, but I want to go to the center of London. I’ve missed this city way too much!”
“I didn’t know you liked London that much.”
“Oops, guess I forgot to mention that! And I need to stop by Nico’s place to pick up my stuff.”
“Nico was in on this??”
“Of course! She helped me with your manager too.”
“Wait ! He was in on it too?? I can’t trust anyone!” he jokes.
I go take a shower while Gabriel takes the opportunity to change the sheets. He has prepared a simple but cute outfit for me, a pair of wide-leg jeans with embroidery down one leg and a plain white t-shirt. He lets me choose which jacket I want while he heads off to shower. I use the time to message Nico and let her know we’ll be dropping by later today.
“And this is the theatre where I’ll be playing soon!” He says as we reach a theatre.
We decided to take public transport instead of the car, it’s just easier that way. Gabriel rarely lets go of my hand, afraid of losing me in the maze that is the London Underground, which I find funny since I actually know the place better than he thinks.
He shows me spots he loves, even his old drama school, and I genuinely enjoy it, it finally feels like I’m really part of his life, just like I wanted.
“Oh, for What We Talk About When We Talk About Anne Frank, right?”
“How do you remember that? I mentioned it once months ago!”
“I did my research, I even read the book” I say proudly.
“You’re so sweet for caring so much about what I do” He says, kissing the back of my hand, which he still hasn’t let go of.
“It’s normal, I want to support you the best I can.” He hesitates for a moment, then leans in and kisses me shyly.
“I’m really lucky to have you. So, so lucky.” He gently caresses my cheek, and I get lost in the deep brown of his eyes.
“Then what should I say, huh?”
Our romantic moment is cut short by Gabriel’s phone ringing. He apologizes and answers.
“No way! Leave us alone!” he laughs after a few seconds of listening. I give him a questioning look, and he just smiles at me. “I don’t even know how long she’s staying! I want to make the most of it!” he continues, still laughing. I whisper, asking who it is, but he shakes his head. So I get closer to eavesdrop and I immediately recognize Harry’s voice. I snatch the phone from Gabriel.
“Harry!!! I want to see you too!!! Nico and I were talking about how we all need to get together!” I say excitedly, while Gabriel rolls his eyes.
“Thank you! You’re not a killjoy like your boyfriend!” Harry laughs. “I’ll text the group and we’ll organize something. By the way, how long are you in town?”
“Oh, I’ve got six more days” I say, glancing at Gabriel, his expression darkens a bit at that.
“Alright, we’ll plan something before you leave, promise!”
“Awesome, can’t wait! Kisses my Harry!”
“Kisses, Honey.”
We hang up, and I hand the phone back to Gabriel.
“And I’m your Gabriel?” he teases while pocketing his phone. I move closer and kiss the corner of his lips.
“Only if you want to be.”
“Of course I do.”
“Then yes, you’re my Gabriel. But just so you know, I’m not sharing you like I share Harry.”
“Please keep me all to yourself” " he says with that look, equal parts sexy and sweet, the same look he gave me yesterday when he was on his knees helping me out with my heels. I like that side of him more than I thought possible.
“I promise. You’re all mine now. No one else.”
“Is there a reason you’re leaving in just six days? Do you have a job lined up?”
I kiss him sensually, completely forgetting that we’re in public (thankfully, the street is almost empty). Gabriel smiles radiantly after our kiss, clearly happy with what I just said. We continue walking, hand in hand, and stop at a café for a bite to eat.
He asks me tons of questions about my job in Spain, and I answer with enthusiasm. He’s really engaged, and I understand how he feels when I take such interest in his own projects.
“Yeah, I’ve got a small shoot in France. It won’t last long, three weeks max.”
“That’s great! So many opportunities, you’re definitely climbing the ladder!”
“Exactly. I’m even planning to renegotiate my contract with my boss after the France shoot.”
We switch topics, brainstorming what we could do during the rest of the week. I confess my love for musicals and he teases me at first, but then admits he loves them too. So we pick a night to go see one. He also has a photoshoot later this week and agrees to let me come with him. We discuss other fun touristy things to do, both in central London and a bit further out.
The day winds down after lots of walking, talking, and laughing, a perfect reunion day. We arrive outside Nico’s place, and just as we’re about to go in, Gabriel’s phone rings again. He checks the caller ID, and I notice a slight change in his expression.
”I need to take this, I’ll meet you upstairs, okay?”
While I’m sipping my drink, I suddenly hear Gabriel’s voice from outside. It echoes in the courtyard because of how the buildings are set up and because he sounds angry, which startles me. I strain to hear, and Nico gets quiet too, realizing something’s off.
I nod. He answers quickly and steps away. I go up to Nico’s place, she opens the door, a bit surprised to see me alone. I explain Gabriel got an urgent call but he’ll be up soon.
We settle on her balcony with cold drinks while we chat. I tell her about our night together, she’s shocked to hear we finally “jumped on each other,” as she puts it. Then I share how the day went and what we’ve got planned.
“No, you clearly don’t understand! Absolutely not!” Nico and I exchange a confused glance, neither of us has any idea who he’s talking to. “I’m not in a relationship, what are you even saying?? No, that was just a friend, but that’s not the point! I said no, alright? I have work, I’ve got to go. Bye.”
Nico looks at me, stunned, while I go pale. Okay, sure, we hadn’t clarified our relationship status, but come on we slept together last night. I thought we were more than just friends.
“Nico, don’t let him in. Tell him I left. I don’t care where, just tell him I’m gone. I don’t want to see him right now” I say, voice filled with anger. She nods instantly, gets up as he knocks on the door, and I quickly hide in her room. I press my ear to the door, listening closely.
“Heyyy Nico! How’s it going?”
“Hey Gabe, all good! You?”
“Great, great! Where’s Y/N?”
“Oh, she told me to let you know she went to see Harry tonight!”
“What? But we were supposed to spend the evening together, why’d she suddenly change her mind?” I hear the worry creeping into his voice.
“I don’t know, she does what she wants. Don’t worry, she’s a big girl, she knows what she’s doing” Nico says, her tone noticeably colder than usual.
“Yeah, but… never mind. I won’t bother you any longer. Thanks for telling me.”
“No problem! Drop by anytime!”
We spend the evening talking about the whole situation with Nico. We always come back to the same conclusion: I’ll have to talk to him at some point, because none of this makes sense. As exhaustion hits me, I break down crying in Nico’s arms.
They say goodbye, then the door closes. I walk out of the room, not realizing that tears had been streaming down my cheeks for a while. Nico comes to hug me, and I thank her for lying.
I feel my phone vibrating and see that it's Gabriel. I put it on silent. He tries to call me several more times, but I still don't answer. He sends me a message: "I don’t know why you suddenly changed your mind, but be careful on the road. I hope to see you tomorrow. I already miss you."
We talk late into the night until I finally fall asleep in her bed, mid-conversation. The next day, I wake up feeling slightly less miserable, they say sleep gives perspective. I join Nico in the living room, she's already having breakfast. I sit down with her and grab something to eat.
“I think I love him... That’s the most painful part. I love him and maybe he doesn’t. When you love someone, you want to tell the whole world, why doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know. There has to be an explanation, because I’m sure he loves you. He talked about you so much on set, always with hearts in his eyes. This whole thing is so weird.”
“I just wanted to have a great week with him and now I’m crying because of him.”
We dress up nicely for another sunny day. The weather has been kind during my stay, and I’m grateful. I wear light beige pants with a white crop top. I tie my hair in a bun, put on my gold jewelry and sunglasses on my head. I grab my tote bag and return to the living room, feeling cheerful. Nico compliments me, and I return the favor. We head out and start walking toward the corner café to grab some smoothies.
“So, did you sleep well?”
“I was exhausted, so yeah.”
“Are you going to talk to him today?”
“I mostly want a girls' day. I’ll see about talking to him tonight.”
“Whatever you want! I love the sound of a girls' day.” We laugh and go get ready.
“Y/N?”
I frown when I hear someone calling me. I recognize Gabriel’s voice and my heart stops. I turn around and see him about to enter Nico’s building. We lock eyes. I’m glad my sunglasses are now on my face as they hide the tears in my eyes. He doesn’t know what to say, he just looks at me, confused.
He looks genuinely shocked and hurt, which only breaks my heart more, but in that moment, anger wins. He nods silently. I glance at him one last time, then turn around and walk away. Nico joins me, and we leave.
“Do you have something to say, maybe?” I ask, feeling anger rising.
“I... I was worried. Harry told me you didn’t sleep at his place, that he hadn’t even seen you yesterday.”
“I was at Nico’s.”
“But I don’t understand... Nico told me—”
“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things in life we don’t understand. Now leave me alone, okay?” I cut him off.
I show the message to Nico. She sighs in frustration and looks at me, waiting for me to say something.
She tries to bring up the scene a few times, but I change the subject every time. I feel the anger rising too fast. Still, we manage to have a good day filled with all kinds of shopping.
We get back to her place in the early evening with some takeaway. We eat in front of the TV, and I turn on my phone for the first time of the day. I see a message from Gabriel, sent shortly after we saw each other this morning:
"I don’t know what I did, but please talk to me. Hate me, insult me if you need to, but just talk to me. Your silence is killing me."
I nod, book an Uber, put on my shoes and jacket, and leave quickly.
“You’re waiting for me to say I should talk to him, right?”
“Yes. You need to talk to him. Right now.”
“But it’s almost 10 PM, I don’t want to bother him…” I say, trying to come up with excuses.
“Stop talking nonsense. Call a taxi and go see him.”
The ride feels longer than expected, maybe it’s just my nerves making time drag. I finally arrive at his apartment building. I take a deep breath, type in the code, and go inside. I walk up to his floor, take another deep breath, and knock on the door.
I wait a few seconds, then the door opens to reveal Gabriel with a big smile, a smile that fades the moment he sees me. Neither of us understands what’s happening, we just stare into each other’s eyes. I notice his hair is messy and his eyes are ringed with fatigue. He looks unwell, and it breaks my heart.
“Forget it. No need to explain, Gabriel. We’ll talk another time” I say, looking at him, unsure if I should start crying, kiss him, leave, or do all three at once.
“Finally, the pizza delivery guy! Come back soon, darling!” says a voice I don’t recognize. Someone passes down the hallway behind him, moving from the kitchen to the living room. My eyes follow them, then return to Gabriel.
“I didn’t know you had company, sorry” I say quietly.
“I... I didn’t know you were coming... If I had known, I would have…”
I choose the last option, before breaking down in tears or, worse, kissing him. I walk away quickly without looking back, take the stairs to go faster, and once outside, I keep walking fast without thinking where I’m going, I just want to run away. Suddenly, I hear footsteps running behind me. My blood runs cold, afraid I’m being approached by a stranger, but then I hear my name.
I turn and see Gabriel. He catches up to me and grabs my wrist, as if to make sure I’m not running away.
“He’s just a friend, nothing more. I needed to think about something else, at least for one evening. I spent the night and the day anxious, I just needed a distraction, I swear” he says.
“And I’m just a distraction too?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Apparently, I’m just a friend even though the night before you made love to me or so I thought. Maybe that was just a distraction too” I say, raising my voice little by little. I see on his face that he understands I heard his phone conversation.
“No, you’re not a distraction, and making love with you was one of the most beautiful things in my life.”
“But I’m just a friend, right?”
I spent the night at Nico’s. Gabriel and I agreed it was better if we spent the night apart to calm down on our own before seeing each other again. Luckily, we’re meeting today with the HTTYD youth group, perfect for keeping things light.
“What you heard was me trying to protect you, I assure you.”
“Protect from what, Gabriel??? I don’t understand anything!!!”
“It was an ex of mine. He’s unbearable. I’m trying to get him out of my life, but he keeps coming back. I didn’t want him to know I was seeing someone because I don’t know how he’d react. He’s too toxic. I promise you I’m telling the truth, Y/N” he says, his voice trembling, tears in his eyes.
“So you don’t consider me just a friend?” I ask, tears in my eyes too.
“Honestly, it’s been months since I considered you just a friend. I had a crush on you so fast, I don’t even know if I ever saw you only as a friend.”
“You know, it hurt so much to hear that I was just your friend because I care about you so much, way more than just in a friendly way. I thought you understood that when we made love.”
“I thought you understood too... Maybe I should have tried harder” he says, laughing softly. I laugh softly too, wipe a tear from the corner of his eye, and keep my hand on his cheek, where his beard has continued to grow since the beginning of the week.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you sooner…”
“Don’t apologize. Anger is stronger than anything else. The most important thing is that you came tonight” he says, placing his hand over mine on his cheek. He takes my hand and gently kisses it, then lets go to pull me into a hug. I hold him tightly, breathing in the scent I love so much, tears streaming down my cheeks. He softly strokes my hair, and I really take advantage of this contact to release the tension.
Sometimes my attention drifts as I listen to the others talk. I think of Gabriel beside me but still so far away. I decide to discreetly place my hand on his. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look down at our hands and smile. I’m happy with my choice and rejoin the conversation with everyone. I feel Gabriel is more into the discussions too, like he’s more relaxed, and it makes me happy. I catch Bronwyn’s gaze, watching my hand on Gabriel’s. She smiles beautifully and winks at me. I hold back a laugh.
We all meet for a picnic in a park. When Nico and I arrive, everyone’s already there. I get a big hug from each person. Even Mason managed to come, even though he’s just passing by London. We all sit on the blanket Bronwyn brought and nibble on what Harry prepared.
I sit next to Gabriel, which is a relief because I caught his gaze once when we arrived and wanted to cry while holding him. At least sitting side by side, I’m less likely to catch his eyes. We all chat, telling stories about our lives, plans, and more. We quickly get back to our group dynamic and laugh a lot.
We decide to play a card game in teams. I’m with Gabriel, Mason with Julian, and Nico with Bronwyn and Harry. We have fun and tease each other a lot. Gabriel wins first. He leans closer to me to look at my cards and help me win. His shoulder presses against mine, and his hand rests on my hip. This sudden closeness almost makes me warm.
He whispers in my ear to play a card, which I then play.
I unfortunately lose and let myself fall backward.
“That’s cheating, Gabe! Don’t help Y/N!” Mason yells, pointing at us.
“Am I not allowed to be close to my partner?” Gabriel chuckles, making me laugh too.
“Yes, but don’t tell her what to play” Julian complains. Gabriel and I share a knowing look, and I blush from the closeness. He gently kisses my cheek and stops helping, but stays close, stroking my hip.
“NOOO! I knew I should have played the other card!!!” Everyone laughs at me, and I can’t help but laugh too. Gabriel tickles my stomach to tease me, and I quickly get up to catch him and bring him down with me.
Gabriel straightens up and helps me to stand as well. The second round goes better, I’m definitely not the last loser this time. While Julian deals the cards for the third round, I shiver a little from a gust of wind. Gabriel motions for me to come sit between his legs. I hesitate for a moment, then go for it. I lean my back against his chest, which warms me. He keeps his legs raised on either side of me so he can stay sitting and not fall backward. We pick up our cards, and he wraps his arms around me to hold them. When he’s not playing, he rests his chin on my shoulder and closes his eyes, he’s really adorable.
“YOU COULD HAVE HELPED ME WIN!!!” I say, tickling him back.
“That’s cheating! I wasn’t allowed!!!” he laughs, struggling.
“I don’t care!!!” We laugh together, tickling each other.
“Lovebirds, second round is starting!” Harry says, laughing.
After a few more rounds and as the sun slowly sets, we decide to go have drinks together. We’re at a bar that Harry and Gabriel especially like. We all order drinks, I stick to a soda, and so does Gabriel. The jokes and conversations continue here as well.
We win the round, and after celebrating, the game continues for the others. Gabriel takes advantage of having free hands to pull me close. I rest my head against his collarbone and gently stroke one of his forearms that is holding me, enjoying the moment and laughing at our friends’ silly jokes.
The wind brushes lightly against my skin, just enough to cool my flushed cheeks—the same rosy cheeks from Gabriel’s hug that keeps me warm against the breeze itself, a wonderfully pleasant cycle.
“Hey Gabe, what’s with the new look? Growing a beard now?” Harry jokes.
“I just haven’t had time to shave, that’s all,” Gabriel laughs, tossing a peanut at him.
“Well, take the time, because this is getting out of hand!”
“I don’t agree… it suits him,” I say casually, watching the others play. Harry laughs and resumes the game while Gabriel whispers in my ear.
“Really? You think it suits me?” I turn my head slightly toward him, which brings us very close.
“I like it a lot, yes. I also like it when you’re clean-shaven, of course, but with this, it add something extra.” I smile at him warmly, and he quickly kisses the corner of my lips.
“That’s sweet, but no thanks, I’ll pay for the trip myself!” I laugh and sip my drink.
This time I’m sitting across from Gabriel, at the end of the table, which doesn’t help us focus on the conversation. Several times we just look into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools. As I try to refocus on the conversation for the umpteenth time, Gabriel gently places his hand on mine on the table. I turn my head toward him and say softly:
“You’re not helping me concentrate, Howell.”
“Oops, didn’t mean to!” He winks at me, and we laugh together.
“Hey, Y/N, would you come with us to the HTTYD premiere in Los Angeles?” Mason calls out, surprising me.
“I’d like to, yes, but it depends on my schedule and my income,” I say, laughing lightly.
“Income isn’t an issue don’t worry, we’ll chip in so you can come,” Julian replies.
The evening ended faster than we expected. We all part with great sadness but try to comfort ourselves by saying we’ll do this again soon enough.
I go home with Gabriel as planned, I even brought my stuff from Nico’s place with me. We arrive at his apartment, and I’m surprised to see it’s really clean and tidy.
“Did you clean and tidy up because of me?” I say, laughing as I take off my shoes in the entryway.
“Kind of. I wanted to show you I can take care of my place,” he laughs, closes the door, sets my things on the couch, and takes off his shoes.
“You really are an incredible man,” I joke. My smile widens when I see a gorgeous bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table. I walk over and spot a small card in it.
“Open the card, it’s for you,” he says, approaching me. I take the card and open it. “Since I can’t give you my heart, I offer you these flowers. Hoping you like them as much as I like you <3” The card is signed “Yours, Gabe.” I put the card down and turn to him, smiling brightly.
He opens it and finds a drawing I made myself, already framed. He looks closely at the drawing: elements from the set, like his honey milk cup and my hot chocolate cup, his umbrella from the rainy day we got caught in the rain, his Snotlout helmet, a red dragon resembling Hookfang and other cool minimalist doodles. He sets it on the table, pulls me into a hug, holds me tight, and strokes my hair.
“I love them so much, they’re beautiful, thank you.” I gently kiss the corner of his lips. “I have a little something for you too.” I say, reaching into my bag for his gift.
“You shouldn’t have!”
“Shut up and open it! It’s not much.” I hand him the wrapped present.
“Thank you so much. It’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, I think.”
“I’m glad you like it, I really worked hard on it!” I joke. He loosens his hold slightly to look at me, brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and kisses me gently. I let myself go into the kiss. We kiss softly and tenderly, our hands caressing each other’s bodies like we’re discovering one another.
The kiss lingers, but we eventually pull apart. We snack a little, then take turns showering before meeting back in bed. Only a bedside lamp is lit, and we lie facing each other on our sides. As usual, I get lost in his gaze. I think back on everything that’s happened in just a few days and feel happy and reassured that it all ended well. Gabriel breaks my daydream by saying:
“The week’s going to fly by... You leave in three days already.”
“I know. I don’t want to leave either.” I place my hand on his cheek and gently stroke it.
“I don’t want to be away from you anymore, I don’t think I have the strength for it.”
“Unfortunately, your job and mine mean we’ll have to be apart often.”
“True, but that’s something we can’t change... However, in our free time, we do have a choice. Come live here with me, or get your own apartment here if you prefer, I know you love London anyway.”
“So... you’d like me to... I mean, you want me to live with you? You wouldn’t mind?” I ask to be sure I understood. Gabriel blushes a little.
I look at him, shocked by his proposal, and stammer my answer:
“I... I don’t know... It’s not nothing... Changing countries completely...”
“Don’t worry, it was just a suggestion. You can think it over if it’s a possibility for you.” He says with a reassuring smile. I nod, somewhat relieved not to have to answer right away but still surprised.
“True, I promise to fix that soon, and you promise to think about my offer?”
“I know it’s early for this, but yes, I’d really like to live with you.” He says, a little embarrassed. I decide to tease him to lighten the mood.
“You’re skipping steps, Howell! You haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet!” I joke. He chuckles softly.
I laugh softly, nod, and we shake hands to seal the deal. But before letting go, he pulls me close and kisses me. I laugh against his lips and kiss him back gladly.
This morning we’re visiting an art museum. We booked a guided tour but prefer to stay at the back of the group to discuss the works together. Gabriel is really interested and interesting, I already knew that but I’m rediscovering his artistic sensitivity, and I hang on to his every word. He speaks so well about what he sees and feels facing these works. When a painting particularly moves me, I try to talk about it, but none of my words are as beautiful or descriptive as Gabriel’s that follows.
The next morning, waking up is incredibly pleasant, the outside light is gentle since it’s gray and raining, it’s neither too hot nor too cold under the blanket, and Gabriel’s arms are very comfortable. We wake up slowly, stealing kisses and caresses.
I eventually get up, hunger stronger than everything else. Once breakfast is ready and set on the table, I go back to Gabriel, who’s still dozing in bed. I sit beside him, push some hair from his face, and steal a sweet kiss.
“Breakfast is ready.”
“Waking up with you is perfect, I want only mornings like this forever.” He says in his morning voice as he gets up. We go have breakfast then get ready according to the rainy weather.
As the tour goes on, I focus more on him and his sentences than on the artworks themselves. Seeing the paintings through his eyes is even more beautiful than through mine, which I didn’t think possible, how can someone else describe so well what I feel, putting simple emotions into more beautiful words ? After almost two hours, the guide thanks us and leaves us at the gift shop. I buy two or three postcards of paintings I especially liked, then we leave to find a restaurant for lunch.
We enter the first restaurant that looks decent enough, rain forcing us to decide quickly. We order, and the meal arrives.
“I really enjoyed that visit.”
“Me too, but next time we won’t take a guide.” I nod, laughing lightly. “I saw you weren’t really interested in what the guide said, I was the only artwork that you were interested in.” He jokes.
“It’s not my fault you’re so interesting, and also very handsome.” I say, no longer daring to look up from my plate.
“And you’re really adorable.” He says, putting his hand on mine.
We stroll through London at my request, I want to see the city in the rain.
We finish eating, then continue our stroll through the city. I’m close to Gabriel, holding his arm, which holds the umbrella. We both enjoy the rainy weather, so we keep walking rather than taking public transport.
While people and vehicles seem to be in fast-forward, fleeing the outdoors, we’re in our slow-motion bubble, accepting the rush around us. The silence between us is not unpleasant, it’s natural and calming.
“It’s good to know you like the rain, it rains a lot here” Gabriel jokes.
“To be honest, I don’t really like it, but here it’s not unpleasant, it fits the city’s mood.”
“You’re not wrong! I’ve liked the rain ever since I moved here. Maybe you’ll feel the same.” He winks at me and I chuckle softly. He kisses my cheek.
We arrive at the studio quickly, luckily, and he rushes off to makeup and wardrobe. I stay with his manager and chat, taking the opportunity to apologize again for the delay. Gabriel returns to the set once ready, and I silently thank everyone who dressed him, he looks so handsome, I could probably drool. Again, he’s very natural in front of the camera, like when he plays a role in a film, and I can tell this isn’t quite him either. He takes on a more confident, darker role, and it’s very sexy.
Then his phone rings, he apologizes and answers. I see his face change, he looks a little panicked and he hangs up quickly.
“Maybe I forgot a shoot and I’m an hour late!” he says while calling a taxi. I can’t help laughing.
“Can I come with you?”
“Of course! I want everyone to know why I’m late!” he says, getting into the taxi. I get in with him.
“Because of what? Me?”
“Yes, the gorgeous woman accompanying me is the reason for my delay! I was too busy following her everywhere.” He jokes and kisses my hand. I playfully tap his shoulder, laughing.
After more than two hours, Gabriel goes back to the dressing room to change, and I chat again with his manager. We talk about Gabriel’s talent in front of the cameras. The main person joins us, stands beside me, and places his hand on the small of my back, stroking lightly.
I lose myself in watching him, every part of his body. He changes outfits and hairstyles several times, and every time he comes back, it’s like I forget how to breathe.
Sometimes he glances at me and quickly smiles, and for a few seconds, I feel like I’m back on the HTTYD set, like at the start of “us”. But now, there’s something more—desire. I want to kiss him, touch him, and for him to do the same. I want him. I want this shoot to last forever but also to end quickly so we can go back to the apartment and I can jump on the man in front of me.
“Sorry again for being late, I totally forgot,” Gabriel apologizes to his manager.
“No worries, it happens, and the team here is lovely too. The interview for this photoshoot will be next week, I’ll send you a reminder.”
“Great, thanks! Well, we should go, we still have things to do.” He says without looking at me. We say goodbye to his manager and leave.
Whether in the taxi, on the way to our seats, or during the show, Gabriel always has a hand on me as if he doesn’t want to lose me or for me to forget he’s there. It works well since every time my mind drifts away from the stage, I think about what will happen when we get home.
Night has fallen by the time we exit the building. A taxi is waiting. He holds the door for me, and I get in. He places his hand on my thigh, and I bite my lip reflexively, every touch affects me more than it should, and he notices. He places a soft kiss on my neck and whispers in my ear:
“We’re going straight to the theater, I don’t want to be late for that too.” I nod. Damn, I’d forgotten about the musical tonight; the wait is going to be even longer than I thought.
Yet when we step through the door, Gabriel doesn’t jump on me. He takes off his shoes and heads to the bathroom. While I take off mine, I hear the bath running. I join him and watch as he prepares the bath with a bath bomb, candles, and fresh towels.
The musical is really good, though I only knew its name, so it’s a pleasure to discover it more deeply. Leaving the theater and walking to the subway, we talk about it with Gabriel, he enjoyed it as much as I did, so it’s even nicer to discuss it.
When we’re just a few meters from his apartment, the conversation ends, and a certain tension builds between us, like static electricity every time our bodies brush while walking. I know he feels it too, and we’re both eager to get inside.
“I hope all this is for you and me.” He nods with a smile, then turns off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of the candles.
“Undress, I’m coming.” He says before slipping away. I obey, undress, and tie my hair up in a bun, then get into the water. I sigh in pleasure as I lie back in the bathtub.
A few minutes later, Gabriel returns with lots of snacks and wine. He places everything on a small table, sliding it next to the tub so we can reach the food. Then he undresses. I watch every move, and he clearly notices, he locks eyes with me as he sheds from his clothes.
“You’ve been looking at me like that all day,” he says, stepping into the tub opposite me. He lies back, putting my legs over him, and starts massaging my feet.
“Sorry… I can’t help it…”
“Why?” he asks, taking a sip of wine before continuing the massage.
“You’re handsome, sexy, and so interesting, I never get tired of listening to you or watching you.” He groans softly, tilting his head back.
“You could give me an erection just with your words.”
“I could give you an erection with my words and take care of it with my mouth.” I say, sitting up in the bath to kneel between his thighs, stroking his chest while gently kissing his neck. His hands roam over my back and buttocks.
“That’s very tempting… but I want to enjoy this bath first.” I give one last kiss to his chest and pull away with a gentle smile. This time I lie back against him, my back resting on his chest.
We rinse off and step out to dry. Once dry, I drop my towel to the floor and look Gabriel in the eyes. His gaze roams over me, and I feel that desire again, now too strong to ignore. I quickly move toward him and kiss him passionately, placing my hands on his cheeks. He steadies himself on the sink behind him, and his other hand on my back presses me against him. We kiss deeply, our naked bodies pressed together. Soon, I’m aroused and so is he. We break apart and rush to the bedroom.
We nibble here and there, drink wine, exchange a few words, but mostly remain silent, probably too calm to dare speak. Still, I feel something is left unsaid; I sense Gabriel isn’t telling me something, but I don’t want to force him.
After a while, he begins to wash my body, even massage certain spots. I see he’s enjoying it, so I let him. He never touches me where I want, as if he knows he’d lose control—or I would. When I wash him, I do the same, for the same reason.
He lies down on top of me as we resume our kiss. I moan feeling him hard against my entrance and can't help but rub myself against it which makes him moan as well, he takes his lips off mine to look at me as he rubs the head of his penis against my clitoris, I bite my lip so as not to moan too loudly while looking into his eyes.
"Do you want me that much?" I nod. “You've been waiting for this all day.”
"Yes, I've wanted you all day, I can't wait anymore." I said desperately.
"I'm not going to fuck you even if I really want to, I'm going to make love to you, I'm going to take such a good care of you so that you can't say no to the offer I made this morning." He says as he rubs himself against my wet vulva. I nod my head pleading and moaning.
Indeed, he will take all his time to make love to me, as I ask and as I want, he will make me come several times and in a different way. When he sees that I'm too tired to continue he stops, cleans me, gives me something to drink and then comes to hug me in the bed that we soiled for hours.
He strokes my hair while humming a melody, and I can’t help but smile at how sweet the moment is.
“I have something to ask you, Y/N.” He says almost in a whisper.
“Mhm, tell me.” I reply, pushing back sleep.
“I’ve tried several times today but couldn’t do it, so I think I just have to go for it. Would you like to be my girlfriend?” He asks with little confidence. My smile widens and I look up at him.
“I want to be your girlfriend. I want to be with you for as long as possible, until you get tired of me.” He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek.
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon. I love you too much for that.” He gives me a beautiful smile, and I realize his words—he loves me? It makes sense, since he’s asking me to be his girlfriend, but I panic a little anyway. Lost in my thoughts, unsure what to say, I decide to answer honestly and simply:
“I love you too.”
His smile grows wider and I literally melt. He kisses me gently, and I respond to his kiss. That night, we both fall asleep smiling, our hearts full of love.
That morning I wake up smiling, thinking about last night but also feeling a tightness in my chest, as today is my last full day here. Luckily, I quickly forget the downside with Gabriel’s arms around me as usual, breathing in the scent of his bare skin against mine.
“Good morning, girlfriend.” He says in his morning voice and I chuckle softly.
“Good morning, boyfriend. Did you sleep well?”
“Probably the best night of my life, yes. And you?” I nod, and he steals a kiss from me.
“Are you okay?” He asks as he finishes putting on his shoes. I swallow and nod with a smile.
We get up to have breakfast, then get ready. Gabriel has a rehearsal for his play that I’m not allowed to attend despite his requests to the director.
He’s dressed simply, but I still drool, a black t-shirt with baggy jeans, nothing amazing, but on him it’s incredible. The t-shirt fits perfectly between tight and loose, just enough to outline his pecs. He’s wearing a watch and a bracelet on his left wrist. I scan his body with attention and desire.
“Yes, why?” I say casually.
“You were lost in your thoughts.” He chuckles softly.
“Oh, uh, it’s because, uh…” I stammer, looking for an excuse.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need an excuse. I know you were just enjoying the view.” He chuckles again and gently moves closer, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear while I blush slightly. “I’m yours you know, it means you can look at me as much as you want.” He says before pressing his lips to mine.
I walk Gabriel to the rehearsal studio.
“Two hours, then we meet here, okay?”
“Yes sir! I’m going shopping while I wait!”
“Sorry again for leaving you.”
“Don’t be sorry, you don’t have a choice.” I smile gently and kiss his cheek.
“See you soon, princess.” He kisses my cheek and leaves while I wave goodbye with a big smile.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by that same man, who gives me a beautiful smile. I stand up and kiss him.
I go shopping nearby, stroll around, take photos—living the good life. I could really see myself living here, I admit. The two hours pass quickly since I’m busy. I even arrive a bit late at the studio, but luckily Gabriel hasn’t come out yet. I sit on a nearby bench and wait, scrolling on my phone.
I take the opportunity to chat with Nico and tell her Gabriel asked me to be his girlfriend and that I said yes. She’s so happy for us and already teases me about a possible wedding. I find myself blushing at those words, imagining a distant future with the man I love.
“I got us bagels and smoothies for lunch!” I say, showing him the bag of food.
“I don’t need just any woman, but mine.” I blush as he grabs me by the hips, pulling me close and kissing me again. I part my lips with his, smile at him, then we continue back to the apartment.
“Perfect! Thanks for thinking of that, I didn’t have time to do any grocery shopping.”
“See, you really do need a woman in your life.”
When we get home, we sit down to eat while watching a movie. We then settle on the couch. I snuggle against him and he puts his arm around my shoulders. It feels good to just relax a bit, I feel like I’ve been running around all week.
“I really can’t wait to see the live-action of How To Train Your Dragon”
“Why?”
“I guess I miss seeing you as Snotlout.” I say, laughing.
“But you have tons of photos and videos.”
“Yeah, but it’s you dressed as him, not really Snotlout. I can only see the real one in the movie.” I pout and he laughs.
“You want me to be more like him in real life? Acting cocky and bad at flirting?” He jokes.
“You’re already bad at flirting, don’t worry.” He makes a shocked face and tickles me.
“How am I bad at flirting?? You fell in love with me!!”
We tease each other for a long time, laughing, shouting, having so much fun that when we go back to the movie, we have to rewind because we didn’t follow anything.
“I have a thing for twinks, it’s not my fault.” I laugh harder as he tickles me more aggressively.
“You’ll regret saying that!”
After the movie we decided to put a second one on while we play some card games on the coffee table. I lose at every round and Gabe make fun of me for it so I decide to throw him off a bit to get a chance at winning :
“If I win this round, I get the right to suck your dick.” I say while looking at him straight in the eyes with a serious face, making him blush. He gulps his saliva while shaking his head yes.
“What if I win?” He asks shyly.
“Mhmmm… You’ll get the right to fuck me in the position you want” I say, this time with a beautiful smile on my face which makes him smile too.
The round end by a victory on my side and he agrees with great pleasure to let me suck him off as I asked. His moanings will always make me hot but these ones especially, They are pleading just like his gaze, I have a lot of power over him and we both enjoy it a lot.
I don't let him come, I postpone his orgasm as long as possible which drives him crazy, he runs his hands through his hair or mine, his moans practically turn into tears, he squeals my name and begs me to let him come. I end up allowing him to do so, he comes on my cleavage and my face. I suck him until the last drop then I go to wash myself and when I come back I laugh slightly when I see which physical state Gabriel is in.
He goes to the bathroom and comes back to continue the movie. He starts to doze off and I find him adorable. I tell him to lie down with his head on my lap, and he does, slowly falling asleep while I play with his hair. I start to drift off too, and when I wake up, Gabriel is gone. I hear the shower running, so I get on my phone while I wait. It’s already 7 p.m., I leave in about thirteen hours, so little time. If I didn’t have work, I’d definitely postpone my flight.
“My poor baby, what have I put you through?” I sit next to him and gently stroke his face, which he turns towards me.
“I don’t know, but you can do it again anytime, I love it when you take care of me.”
“I love it too, you can be such a good boy when you want to.” He smiles adorably at my remark and I steal a soft kiss from him.
We eat while talking about the play he’ll be in soon, and about this morning’s rehearsal, which we forgot to debrief earlier. Once we finish, he cleans the dishes and I take the opportunity to get something from my bag. I put the little box on the counter next to him as he dries his hands.
I get up to prepare dinner with whatever I find in the fridge and cupboards. Gabriel joins me and watches me cook because I told him I didn’t need help.
“Do you want me to come with you to the airport tomorrow?”
“Of course! Every second counts.”
“I agree. He kisses my cheek. I'm going to miss you, you know that?”
“I know, and I’m going to miss you too,” I say, finishing the meal as he sets the table.
“Is this for me?” he says surprised. I nod and he takes the box and opens it. It’s a keychain shaped like a house with a heart-shaped hole in the center. He smiles and holds it carefully, reading the engraving: “My home is wherever you are.” He looks up at me, surprised.
“That means…? You’re saying yes?” he stammers. I laugh and nod.
“I want to live with you. I want to build a future with you. Here or anywhere else.”
I laugh even more and place my hands on his cheeks to make him look at me. I don’t know how to share my joy with words, so I just kiss him lovingly.
Tears come to his eyes. He pulls me into his arms and we hold each other tightly before he kisses me.
“Would you want to live here or move somewhere else?” I laugh at the rush of his question.
“I like your apartment. We can stay here for now.” He nods happily.
“I’ll make space for you in the closet and room for your decorations! We can buy new furniture if you want to change things, no problem!”
We spend the evening organizing my move and everything that goes with it. Gabriel is truly happy and it shows, he’s excited like a child. He’s really adorable and I thank whatever higher power brought me such an incredible boyfriend. I’m lucky to have him in my life and lucky he welcomed me into his. We go to bed very late, as late as possible, actually. Thankfully, we tell each other that the next time we meet, it will because I'll be moving in with him.
The next day we’re pretty quiet, probably because we realize the moment to say goodbye is fast approaching. Maybe staying silent can slow down time, who knows. Yet, when we’re at security in the airport, it feels like the week just started yesterday. It was yesterday I found Gabriel in the crowd, held him again in my arms and now here I am, holding him again but to say goodbye.
One last look. And off I go, without looking back so I don’t start crying. The words from the night before echo in my mind, a promise, a call to our future: The next time we see each other, it will be to start our life together and we’ll never be apart again. Him and me, for a long time, forever.
I breathe in his scent to memorize every note for the time we’ll spend apart. We slowly let go, still holding hands. He gently strokes mine while looking into my eyes and I lose myself in his, in that brown I’ve loved from the start and will probably never get tired of. I see sadness in his eyes and my own reflect the same. I know I have to go if I don’t want to miss my plane, but I can’t. Gabriel lets go gently and I know he’s doing it to help me leave. I softly kiss his cheek and he does the same. Then we kiss. One last kiss.
“See you soon, Y/N.”
“See you soon, Gabe.”
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Here is a fanfiction about the actor Gabriel Howell (Snotlout in the live-action How to Train Your Dragon).
This fanfiction is a one-shot, but it will probably have a sequel, given my current obsession with this actor oops!
(There is also a version translated in French ''Entre deux prises")
Word count : 9486
Soon the first actors arrive, and I assist my coworkers, holding wigs, brushing them, bringing over a specific eyeshadow shade, etc. Everyone is super nice and there’s a really good vibe. The younger actors arrive, and I have to admit I’m happy to see they’re about my age.
The live-action shoot has already been going on for a few days, so I'm joining the team a bit late, but it's okay since my job isn’t that important! Still, I’m a bit nervous — it’s just handing out coffee, water, jackets, helping the costume and makeup teams basically just making everyone’s life a bit easier on set. I arrive on set, which is in Belfast. My colleague/supervisor welcomes me and gives me a tour, then I head to my first post of the day: supporting the makeup and costume teams.
I get along really well with Nico Parker and Bronwyn James — we hit it off quickly and talk about movies together. Then Mason Thames shows up, and he’s adorable too, maybe even a little shy, but always cracking jokes. Once I’m no longer needed there, I head to the set, make another coffee run, then join my supervisor. We watch what's going on during the shoot, ready to step in and help if needed.
My attention is caught by an actor I hadn’t seen before, the one playing Snotlout, if I’m not mistaken. He’s both cute and kind of sexy. From the director’s instructions, I learn his name is Gabriel which, let’s be honest, is just as cute as he is.
After several takes, my supervisor and I step forward to offer water to the actors. Nico thanks me as I hand her a bottle, then I turn around and come face to face with Gabriel. I smile as I hand him a bottle of water, and he smiles back before drinking from it. I move on to the others, and the scene resumes.
The morning continues more or less like that, and then it’s lunchtime. My coworker and I quickly set up the buffet. We work well together, which is nice and useful. We eat quickly before everyone else arrives, then we check the food quantities as people come through.
I have to admit I keep on discreetly watching Gabriel. He’s with the group we call “the young ones” on set. I catch his eye just as he’s laughing his head off, and I can’t help but smile and look away shyly. A few seconds later, he’s standing in front of me with an adorable smile.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for some milk and honey for my voice, I couldn’t find any.”
“Oh, I can get that for you, no problem. Just go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”
“Great, thank you so much.” He gives me a beautiful smile, his cheeks slightly red, then heads back to sit down. I quickly go looking for what he asked, though it turns out to be a bit harder to find than expected.
I return after lunch is mostly over and everyone is chilling. I spot Gabriel, headphones on, sitting on a couch and looking at his phone. I walk over and hand him a warm mug of honeyed milk. He quickly sits up and takes off his headphones.
“Oh wow, thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” he says, clearing his throat before taking a sip.
“Sorry it took a while, it was a bit tricky to find.”
“No worries, it’s really kind of you to go through all that trouble,” he says with a gentle smile.
“It’s my job,” I reply with a small laugh.
I give him one last smile before slipping away so I don’t bother him any longer. I go check if anyone else needs anything.
The afternoon goes pretty much like the morning, with lots of takes, until it’s time to remove makeup, collect wigs and costumes, etc. Obviously, everyone wants to head home as soon as possible, so the girls from the crew are rushing around, and my coworker and I help out. We’re down to the last few actors when Gabriel shows up while everyone’s busy.
“Gabriel, Y/N will take care of your wig,” the overwhelmed hairstylist says. He meets my gaze, nods, and walks over to me. He sits in the chair in front of me, and we catch each other’s eyes in the mirror — both of us smiling kind of stupidly. I start taking off his wig, trying my best not to hurt him.
Once it’s off, I place it on the rack, then move next to him to remove the glue from his forehead. I’m really focused on the task, so I don’t even notice that I’m holding his chin with my other hand. When I do realize it, at the end of the process, I blush and smile at him — and of course, he smiles back, like always.
“All done! You just need to take off your costume and return it,” I say as I start cleaning my station, avoiding eye contact.
“Would you like me to remove your makeup, or would you rather do it yourself?”
“No, go ahead, I’m sure you’ll do a better job than me,” he says with a laugh. I laugh too and nod. I gently start removing his makeup, my heart pounding from being so close to him. As I move the cotton pad down his neck, I become even more careful. I notice some residue around his collarbone and give it a quick swipe without lingering.
“Great, thank you so much!” he replies before heading to the changing booth. He comes back a few minutes later. As he hands in his costume to the wardrobe assistant, I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, without makeup, with his real hair, and wearing normal clothes, and he somehow looks even more attractive. My mouth goes dry. This shoot is going to be a lot more emotionally exhausting than I expected.
He leaves the room with a casual “Goodnight,” and I can finally breathe again. I quickly switch my focus to the remaining tasks. The next day, I arrive earlier than the day before. I make myself a hot chocolate and, almost without thinking, prepare a cup of warm milk with honey for Gabriel too, I just figure it’s a nice touch, given how cold it is outside. I join the girls in the makeup/costume room, we chat a bit, and soon everyone starts arriving. Gabriel is one of the first.
The day is so hectic I don’t see Gabriel again, and by the end of it, I’m completely exhausted. I’m sitting in front of the studio on my phone, waiting for my Uber since it’s too late to catch public transport.
“Well, someone’s up early,” teases Nico.
“Yeah, for once! Very surprising,” Julian adds.
“Don’t get used to it,” Gabriel replies as he sits in a chair. I finish what I’m doing and bring him the mug I just reheated. I don’t say anything, I just place it in front of him and quietly walk away to help with something else.
“Thanks for the milk and honey,” says a voice as someone sits down beside me, making me jump a little. I look up and chuckle when I see Gabriel.
“No problem, it’s my job” I reply, and he laughs too.
“I didn’t even ask for your name.”
“Y/N” I say with a smile. He nods and pretends to write it down in an imaginary notebook.
Just then, my Uber pulls up in front of us and I stand up quickly.
“And how old are you, Y/N?” he asks with a serious expression that makes me laugh.
“22” I reply. He write that down as well, and I laugh even more.
“Why are you collecting all this info?”
“I just like getting to know the people I see often, that’s all” he says, pretending to close his imaginary notebook with a little smile.
That night’s short for me because of insomnia. So by 9 a.m., I’m running on Red Bull. Luckily, I’m still doing my job well. I’m chatting with Nico while helping the hairstylist with some braids.
“Sorry, I’ve got to go! See you tomorrow Gabriel!”
“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” We exchange one last smile before I hop in the car and buckle up as the driver pulls away. I don’t even get the chance to look back — Gabriel’s already out of sight.
Gabriel passes by without me noticing, I only realize when he places a hot chocolate in front of me and then goes to sit nearby to wait for his turn.
“I swear, not worth it at all — he could’ve done way better.”
“Seriously, you deserve someone way better!” Nico says.
“See? You need someone like Gabe! Cute little gestures like that!” Nico adds with a grin. I laugh, blushing, and quickly change the subject. I don’t dare turn around to look at Gabriel during the rest of the prep. The hot chocolate he brought me is delicious, and I notice the logo on the cup, it’s from that café at the end of the street I’ve always wanted to try.
Everyone heads to set, and today I’m helping retouch everyone’s makeup with powder. I get to Gabriel, we smile at each other like we always do, and I start powdering his face. Being this close to him, but standing at his level instead of above him while he’s seated, is even more disorienting. Luckily, his eyes are closed — that helps — but the slight smile still clinging to the corner of his lips is incredibly sexy. As I finish, I lean in and whisper:
Days go by, and so does filming. Some days, Gabriel and the other young actors I get along well with aren’t around. Sometimes it’s just Mason, who I’ve also gotten to know, and sometimes Nico is there too, she and I make a great duo. Being close in age to the cast really helps create a good vibe and makes it easier to bond with them.
“Thanks for the hot chocolate, it was delicious.”
Then I walk away quickly so I don’t have to meet his gaze, even though I can feel him watching me leave.
One afternoon, my colleague asks me to bring bottles of water to the tent they use as a gym and chill zone. I agree, grab the bottles, and head over. I don’t know who I was expecting to find there, but I definitely wasn’t prepared to walk in and see Gabriel doing bench presses. I bite my lip while watching his arms work through the exercise and hearing those soft grunts and breaths has a real effect on me.
“Oh, perfect! Thanks!” says Harry as he comes over to grab one of the bottles I’m holding. Julian does the same.
“Always coming to the rescue” I reply with a small laugh, trying to think about anything else. Gabriel finishes his set and joins us, flashing me that incredible smile as I hand him a water bottle that he quickly opens and gulps down.
“So, who’s doing best?” I ask playfully, teasing them.
“Me, obviously,” says Julian, flexing his arm. I laugh and squeeze his bicep, nodding in approval.
“Though let’s be honest, Gabe’s stronger than he looks,” Harry adds, patting Gabriel on the back.
My eyes drift to Gabriel’s arms and shoulders, fully visible thanks to his tank top.
“I don’t doubt it,” I say, clearing my throat and lifting my gaze to meet Gabriel’s. He’s blushing and scratching the back of his head with a shy smile.
“Well, I better get back to it, don’t wanna lose my rhythm” he says, giving me another killer smile before heading back to the bench press. I watch him as he starts his next set.
“Careful, you’re drooling” jokes Julian. I stick my tongue out at him, wave goodbye, and head off to do something else.
That evening, as my colleague and I are tidying up the dressing rooms, Julian shows up with Harry.
“Y/N, go out with us tonight! We’re going to a restaurant!” says Julian excitedly.
“I’m exhausted, guys” I reply as I finish packing up and start gathering my things.
“But you promised! It’s been over two weeks of ‘maybe next time’!” Julian insists.
“Plus, I look like a mess and really need a shower.”
“Then just meet us there! Or we’ll come pick you up” Harry offers.
I sigh and finally give in. Harry drops me off at home, and I rush to take a shower and start getting ready.
I panic a little, he wasn’t supposed to be the one picking me up! I grab my things, spritz on some perfume, and head out. When I reach the front of my building, I see Gabriel leaning casually against a car. I can’t help it, my smile widens instantly. I walk toward him, and when he sees me, that smile I’ve come to adore over the past few days — maybe even weeks — spreads across his face.
I dress up more than usual, obviously, I know Gabriel will be there, and I want to show a bit more of what I’ve got. I put on a long dress with boots, curl my hair, and do some light makeup. As I’m getting my purse ready, I get a message from an unknown number:
“It’s Gabriel. I’m downstairs.”
“So you stole my number and my address?” I say with a laugh.
“Thanks for coming to get me!”
“I come to pick you up like a proper taxi driver and that’s how you thank me?”
He opens the passenger door for me, and I blush slightly at the gesture. I sit down and wait for him to get behind the wheel before replying.
“Just doing my job, no big deal,” he jokes, winking at me. I roll my eyes with a laugh.
“You look amazing, by the way. That dress is beautiful,” he adds as he starts driving.
“I was just the first one ready, so they told me to come get you,” he says, answering my earlier unspoken question.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”
I catch the corner of his smile, and it absolutely melts me.
“For once, I’m not going to complain about them being late,” I say, half-flirting, half-joking.
He chuckles and nods.
I try to distract myself by looking out the window and listening to the music, but all I want to do is talk to him. We rarely get time alone together, so I want to make the most of it… but of course, my nerves make finding conversation topics almost impossible. I finally blurt out something basic:
“I’m not complaining either, to be honest.”
He gives me that dazzling smile while looking at the road, and I feel myself melting all over again. Even though we’ve been on this shoot for three weeks and I’ve seen that smile plenty of times, it still hits me just as hard, maybe even harder.
“So… Do you miss London?”
“Yeah, a bit, but I love everything happening here, so that helps, I guess. What about you?”
“I miss the food, that’s about it,” I reply, laughing. “I actually like the life I’ve built here, even if it’s more exhausting.”
“You’d be less tired if you spent more time with us during breaks or in the evenings.”
“That sounds contradictory” I say with a laugh.
“A little, yeah, but what I mean is that it’s good not to be stuck in work-mode all the time.”
We arrive at the restaurant and he parks. We can already see the others inside, but neither of us moves right away. He turns off the car, and we both stare ahead in silence. He’s the first to look over at me. I follow, and we both laugh a little, slightly embarrassed.
“Got it. I’ll note this down”
I pretend to write it down in an invisible notebook, which makes Gabriel laugh and I can’t help laughing too.
“We should probably go in, huh?” he asks.
“Yeah… probably.” I blush slightly.
“Would it be bad if I said I kinda don’t want to?”
“If I were a braver man, I’d ask you to run away with me,” he says, still smiling.
“Would it be bad if I said… me neither?”
We smile at each other, then burst out laughing again.
“I’d follow you without hesitation” I reply, lowering my gaze.
“Let’s go already! We’re starving!” Mason shouts as he half-runs into the restaurant.
Suddenly, a knock on the window startles me. I turn quickly and see Mason. I laugh and shake my head as I realize I’d grabbed Gabriel’s hand in surprise. I gently let go, and we both get out of the car.
I wait for Gabriel to join me on my side of the car, and we walk into the restaurant together. We greet everyone, and we’re shown to our table, a large round one. I end up seated across from Gabriel, which isn’t ideal, but it doesn’t really matter. I’m having a great time with everyone else anyway.
We place our orders, and our sushi arrives pretty quickly. Nico leans in toward me and whispers:
“So? Was I right to tell everyone to take their time getting ready?”
Nico gasps dramatically, and I laugh even more. We’re interrupted by Harry asking for the soy sauce in front of us.
I giggle, nod, and whisper back,
“We almost drove off together, Mason caught us just in time.”
“That guy you brought last time was so sexy!” Harry says to Gabriel.
“He was, right? And you didn’t even see him naked” Gabriel replies with a laugh.
“Oh my God, he must’ve been amazing in bed!” Harry says. Gabriel laughs and nods.
I choke on my food, and Nico pats my back as I give her a signal that I’m okay and take a sip of water. I accidentally catch Gabriel’s gaze but I can’t read his expression. And honestly, I don’t even know how I feel at that moment. Does Gabriel like men? Women? Both? I have no idea but learning that he recently slept with a guy definitely wasn’t on my bingo card for today.
I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. I feel awful not because he might like men, but because I thought maybe he liked me too. Turns out, he really didn’t care. I take my time calming down, then return to the table as if nothing happened. Nico looks a bit worried, but I smile at her and start chatting with Julian while finishing my meal. I don’t look at Gabriel once though I can feel his eyes on me more than once.
The dinner ends about two hours later. We’re all outside in the parking lot, gathered between Gabriel’s and Julian’s cars, still chatting.
“Alright, bedtime, kids!” Gabriel announces. “Julian, you take the group, I’ll drive Y/N”
“I’ll be fine, thanks I’ll bike home…” I begin.
“No way, I’m taking my bestie!” says Julian, stepping in to save me. I smile gently at him, wave goodbye to everyone, and get in Julian’s car while the others pile in with Gabriel.I catch Gabriel’s eyes as we leave and I swear I see sadness in them.
“That’s not the problem…”
“You know… he likes women too,” Julian says quietly.
I blush, embarrassed he figured out why I was being so quiet.
“The problem is that he’s seeing other people while you like him, right?”
I nod, and he gently strokes my hand resting on my knee.
“Come with us tomorrow! We’re going for a walk in town, do a little shopping, grab a coffee, that kind of thing!”
“I get it. But you know… he likes you too. He doesn’t say it, but it shows.”
I shrug slightly. We don’t talk for the rest of the ride. When we finally reach my place, Julian says:
“Maybe that’s not such a good idea…”
“He’ll be there, yes but so will we! You’re not allowed to punish us too!”
I chuckle softly and nod.
“Alright, alright, I’ll come then.”
We smile at each other, and I head into my building.
The night is rough, my insomnia clearly fueled by Gabriel and all the questions spinning in my head. I spend the morning in front of the TV, eat a quick lunch, then get dressed for the rainy weather. I meet everyone in town using public transport. When I arrive, they’re all so happy to see me, it’s actually adorable. I ignore Gabriel completely.
Our first stop is a bookstore. I chat about books with Bronwyn, not noticing Gabriel slipping up beside me. He places a book in front of me and quickly walks away. I frown, pick up the book, and read the title: Talk to Me. My heart tightens from how cute the gesture is, but I choose not to react. I quietly put the book back in the “T” section.
We leave the bookstore and head to a record store. While Julian is telling me about a band he’s obsessed with, something behind him catches my eye. I glance discreetly and see Gabriel holding up a vinyl titled ‘Please’. He deliberately pulls a sad face, and I roll my eyes, trying not to laugh.
We step out of the record store, and the rain has picked up again. I pull my hood up and get ready to step outside, but Gabriel turns back and places me under his umbrella. I sigh and quicken my pace so he can’t keep me under it. The others have already walked ahead, so I try to catch up.
“Y/N, wait! I don’t want you to get sick!” Gabriel says, following with determined steps.
“Oh, so now you care about me?”
I stop, turn around, and face him.
“I’m sorry about yesterday… I should’ve told you myself that I like men, instead of you finding out like that.”
He tries to move closer, but I take a step back.
“I mean, I don’t only like men! I like women too!” He adds.
“That guy meant nothing to me. Just one night. Not even a whole night,” he says, almost whispering. I close my eyes to stop myself from crying.
“Oh, so this is the big coming out moment? Great! I’m bisexual! There, can we move on now?”
I turn to walk again, but the others are already gone. I can’t see them anymore, so I just stand there on the edge of the sidewalk. Suddenly, the rain stops. I know it’s just Gabriel standing beside me, shielding me with his umbrella.
“You don’t have to justify yourself,” I say, voice trembling despite my efforts.
“But I want to. Because I know it hurt you.”
“Stop being so sweet, you’re not helping.”
“Helping with what?” he asks, gently turning my face toward him.
“What if I told you I don’t want you to move on? Because I can’t either?”
“With moving on.”
I look into his eyes, and just like every time, I get completely lost in them.
I don’t have time to answer — a car speeds by and splashes water from a puddle all over us. We both yelp in surprise, then freeze, soaking wet, staring at each other. And then, suddenly, we both burst out laughing as Gabriel closes his umbrella.
“Well, that’s useless now,” he says, and I laugh even harder.
“We’re definitely going to get sick.”
“Where are we going??”
“No way I’m letting that happen!”
He grabs my hand and starts walking quickly.
“To find the nearest shower,” he laughs, and I follow, squeezing his hand. The rain picks up again and we break into a run. We reach what I assume is the building where the cast is staying. We hurry inside the lobby and catch our breath, laughing again. Then we head up to his apartment. We take off our shoes, socks, and coats in the entryway.
“I only have one shower, you know!” he says.
“No way?? Shocking!” I reply, giggling.
I head into the bathroom and start undressing, leaving the door open.
The air instantly feels heavier, knowing the guy I have a crush on is standing in his underwear with me in this shower. I sense his presence behind me, so I shift over to make room for him. I press my back against the wall as he steps under the stream of water and that’s when I look at him, watching as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Hurry up, come on!”
I stay in my underwear and turn the water to warm. Gabriel walks in hesitantly, like he’s not sure he heard me right. Then he sees me step into the shower in just my underwear, and I motion for him to join me. I see him blush and begin undressing. I turn away so he’s not uncomfortable and let the warm water wash over me. Then I hear the shower door open and close.
It hits me just how close we are. If I lean forward even a centimeter, his arm would be between my breasts. I glance at that very arm, his shoulder, and catch myself biting my lip.
“This feels so good,” Gabriel says with a sigh.
“Yeah, it really does,” I reply, stuttering slightly. That’s when he opens his eyes and looks at me. He smiles, and I return it. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and just that small touch makes me feel ten times hotter than the warm water ever could.
“An hour ago, you didn’t even want to talk to me and now here you are, in the shower with me?” he teases.
“You’re stealing my shower now?”
“Shut up and be glad I’m not mad anymore.”
I laugh a little and pinch his bicep, making him step back so I can take his spot under the stream.
“Gabe… we should probably wash…”
He pretends to be offended, so I grab him by the forearm and pull him closer, bringing him under the water with me. He instinctively places one hand on the wall behind me to keep from slipping, and the other lands on my hip. The sudden closeness nearly makes me faint. His lips are so close to mine, and from the way he looks at them, he clearly notices it too. The urge to kiss him is overwhelming, but I hold back — I don’t even know why.
He quickly licks his lips and nods. He moves to the side so I can grab some shower gel. I start washing myself, and he does the same. We try not to look at each other, but both of us keep sneaking glances at the other’s body.
I rinse off but stay in the shower while he does the same. I can’t help myself, I run my hand down his arm to wipe away the foam he missed. I bite my lip, and I notice him doing the same.
“Sorry, you still had some soap…”
“You should’ve just rinsed all of me” he says, turning his head toward me.
We step out of the shower.
“Ask me next time.”
He nods, biting his lip, and that little smile he adds? It could kill me.
“You can dry off in the bedroom, take whatever you want from the wardrobe” he says.
I smile softly, grab a towel, and head to the bedroom. I undress and dry off before looking through his wardrobe. His clothes are seriously nice, but I want something simple, so I choose a t-shirt and sweatpants. Once I’m done, I gather my clothes and hang them to dry on a radiator. Then I settle onto the couch and stare out at the falling rain, wondering what just happened.
Gabriel walks into the living room with a towel around his waist. He smiles at me, and I smile back. I watch the water still dripping from his back and let my head fall back onto the couch with a groan. How is it even legal to be that good-looking? Help.
A few minutes later, he comes back dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. He laughs when he sees me lying on the couch with my head buried in a pillow. I sit up and laugh lightly.
“I’m calling you every time I wash my hair now.”
“Wait, I want to try something,” he says, disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a hairbrush, leave-in conditioner, and a hair tie.
“Can I do your hair? You always take care of mine,” he says happily, making me laugh again. I nod, and he moves behind the couch, starting to brush my hair. He’s super gentle, even when applying the product. Then he starts braiding it and I’m genuinely surprised at how good he is.
“I hope the others aren’t looking for us.”
“Anytime!”
He secures the braid with the hair tie and kisses my cheek softly. He goes to put everything back in the bathroom, then comes to sit beside me on the couch.
“They were, but I texted them after the shower to let them know we were at the apartment.”
“Great! They’re totally going to make fun of me!”
“Why?”
“Because I was sulking like a little kid who had her ice cream stolen, and then five seconds later, I’m at your place.”
We both laugh.
“Can you imagine if I added that we showered together?”
“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything but only because they’d tease me too.”
“Nooo! Gabe, you can’t betray me like that and tell them!! They’ll tease me non-stop!”
I kneel on the couch and grab his arm.
We laugh again, and he kisses my cheek once more, making me blush slightly. I sit back down on the couch, closer this time. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on my hip. I close my eyes to enjoy the moment and breathe in his scent.
As I slowly process the last two hours, I realize how much I’ve enjoyed every minute. His hand on my hip moves in soft, gentle strokes that occasionally send a shiver down my spine.
When I wake up, the delicious smell of food hits my nose, but Gabriel is no longer beside me. I rub my eyes and sit up, looking around for him. I don’t see him, but I hear noise coming from the kitchen. I throw off the blanket and get up to join him. Leaning against the doorway, I watch the muscles in his back move as he cooks. He’s humming softly, it’s adorable.
"Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?"
"I'd love to," I reply without opening my eyes. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and after that, I slowly drift into sleep, too relaxed to resist it.
"What are you making?" I finally ask, announcing my presence. He jumps slightly and glances over his shoulder to look at me.
"My secret tomato pasta recipe."
His gaze runs from head to toe before returning to the pan. That look alone could make my knees buckle.
"A man who does my hair, lets me nap, and cooks me a delicious dinner? You’re setting the bar way too high," I say with a small laugh, stepping closer. When I reach him, I see that dazzling smile and kiss his cheek in return.
"Is this your usual charm routine with all your flings?"
"Noooo, I was so close to sealing the deal!" I joke, pretending to collapse while holding onto his forearm. He laughs and helps me up by the hips.
"With very few of them. Only the ones I really like," he replies with a wink. Then there's a knock at the door, and he starts laughing.
"Hate to say it, but that’s probably the others here to bother us."
"Don’t worry, I’ll get rid of them quickly!"
He turns off the stove since he’s done cooking and goes to open the door. I hear several voices calling out, and I can’t help but burst out laughing as I see them walk into the kitchen like they own the place.
"No kidding, he must’ve really welcomed you since you’re wearing his clothes," jokes Julian. Everyone bursts out laughing and I blush slightly. I glance at Gabriel standing in the kitchen doorway, mouthing “sorry” to me.
"Heyyyy Y/N!" says Harry cheerfully.
"So, did you finally discover the Gremlin's lair?" teases Bronwyn.
"Yeah, it’s bigger than my Airbnb and way more welcoming!"
"Here, Y/N! We found this for you!" says Mason, handing me a small box. I'm surprised by the thoughtful gesture and open it, inside is a small gold bracelet with the shape of a dragon.
"We figured, we all have dragons on set, so you should have your own!" adds Nico. Tears well up in my eyes as I thank each of them one by one, giving them hugs.
"You guys are seriously amazing, thank you so much. It really means a lot."
"Alright, everyone out! We’ve bothered them enough!" says Nico. I thank her with a big smile. She winks at me and starts ushering them toward the door. Gabriel shuts the door in their faces as they all shout nonsense and make exaggerated kissing noises.
I laugh and turn my attention back to the bracelet. Gabriel walks over, gently takes my wrist, and examines it.
We eat at the coffee table, sitting on the floor while watching an action movie on TV.
"It really is beautiful, that was such a great idea."
I nod with a smile, genuinely happy. He presses a soft kiss to my wrist before returning to the kitchen to reheat dinner.
"You don’t need to see him on screen when he’s sitting right next to you!"
"I have to admit, I would’ve preferred a movie with Gabriel Howell in it."
Gabriel bursts out laughing, clearly not expecting that.
"Twice the Gabriel, twice the fun."
We both laugh. Once we finish our plates, he clears them away, and we settle on the couch. I lie on my side with my legs across his lap. I keep stealing glances at him, his arms, his hands… Honestly, seeing him in a tank top is a gift. How can someone be so cute and so sexy at the same time? Occasionally, he does this little thing where he licks his lips, and I swear it could kill me.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, I wasn’t looking at you!"
"You know, we probably should have watched one of my movies, might’ve kept you from staring at me the whole time," he says, turning to me.
I laugh, blushing, but I don’t look away.
"Not even a little?"
"Oh, so it’s the tank top you’re looking at, not me, good to know."
"Okay, maybe just a tiny bit," I admit, laughing and throwing a pillow at him. He catches it and throws it back.
"Not my fault your tank top is amazing!"
The movie ends and I sit up, stretching. Gabriel glances at his phone.
I sit up, place the pillow on his lap, and lay my head on it.
"There. Now I can’t look at you. Happy?"
I face the TV. I hear him chuckle, and we return to the movie. He gently strokes my arm, it’s adorable. I quietly grab my phone and sneak a selfie. In the picture, my head’s clearly on his lap, and his hand is on my arm. I nearly laugh at how focused he looks on the movie. I send the photo to Nico and put my phone down, feeling quite proud of myself.
"I didn’t expect it to be this late. Do you want me to drive you home or call you a taxi?"
I’m a little disappointed at the idea of not spending the night here but honestly, we have spent a lot of time together today, and we start work early tomorrow.
"Whatever works for you."
"I wouldn’t mind that either."
"I’d rather you stayed."
His answer catches me off guard, and I smile dumbly.
"Do you want to sleep with me or should I take the couch?"
My face heats up even more, I definitely want the first option. As usual, I fall back on humor to deflect.
"Depends… do you snore?"
"Only when I’m really tired, which I’m not tonight," he chuckles.
"Then you’re allowed to sleep with me."
"Perfect!"
He joins me after turning off the lights. I can’t see him, but I can feel him on the mattress and the warmth of his body. We must be just millimeters apart. I want more. Just to touch him a little would be enough. The room feels electric, neither of us dares to move. Even breathing feels like too much.
He kisses my cheek before standing up, this new habit of his is one I’m really starting to love. We take turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed. I wait for him in his bed. His shower gel already smelled amazing, but mixed with the scent of his sheets, it’s officially my new favorite perfume.
"Thanks for today, I really loved it," I whisper.
"Thanks to you for staying, I loved it too," he replies the same way, then I feel him move in the bed, turning towards me.
"I don’t feel like sleeping."
"Why not?"
"Because I don’t want the day to end," he admits softly.
"I don’t want it to end either, if that reassures you. I feel like I didn’t enjoy it enough, like I didn’t look at you enough or even touch you..."
I don’t know why I’m telling him all this right now, probably the nighttime atmosphere making me say whatever comes to mind.
"We can try to change that a bit… Come here" he says, pulling me into his arms.
I am surprised, but in the best way. That’s when I realize he is not wearing his tank top anymore. I am pressed against his bare chest. One of my hands is resting on his back, the other is folded between us, while his arms hold me just right. I inhale his scent and savor the moment, the feel of his soft skin against mine. I want to stay like that forever. He gently strokes my back, and I love it, because he is doing it intentionally, not out of habit.
"How am I going to manage tomorrow?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you get to spend the whole day looking at me on set, but I don’t get that." I laugh a little.
"That’s true, tough luck for you, Howell!" He tickles me a bit, making me laugh harder.
"We’re filming outside all week anyway, I’ll be too busy freezing to death."
"And I won’t even be able to warm you up. That’s torture," he says, pretending to cry, which make me laugh again. I kiss his shoulder softly, and I feel him shiver.
We stayed in each other’s arms until we fell asleep. I woke up several times during the night because I wasn’t used to sleeping next to someone, but the joy I felt every time I realized I was in Gabriel’s bed was enough to make me fall back asleep with a smile.
The next morning, Gabriel's alarm woke us up. He kissed my cheek and got up. We had breakfast and got dressed. We left early so he could drop me off at my place for me to change clothes before heading to the filming location, which was an hour away. We laughed a lot in the car, singing along to whatever music played. Once we arrived, everyone went off to their own tasks.
The shoot had already started by the time I joined, as I’d been busy. I smile when I see Gabriel in his Snotlout costume, that neckline is seriously sexy. They film several scenes and takes. After a long while, they finally take a break. My colleague and I bring them their coats.
"So, did you sleep well, Y/N?" Mason teases.
"Yeah, why?" I ask innocently, handing out hot chocolate to the actors.
"Just wondering! Good to know Gabe didn’t snore."
"Aww, so cute, they say the same things!" jokes Harry. I roll my eyes, and since filming was about to resume, I collect all the cups, threw them away, and just as I was about to head back to grab the coats, I see Gabriel carrying them over and setting them on the table beside me. I laugh.
Then, automatically, Gabriel and I answered at the same time, "He only snores when he’s really tired / I only snore when I’m really tired."
We look at each other and laugh after a short pause.
"You’re stealing my job!"
I nod with a smile. He hesitates, as if about to kiss my cheek, but doesn’t, he just gives me an adorable smile and walks away. I put on his coat to enjoy the warmth. Then I helped with other tasks.
"Nope, just helping out," he says with a gorgeous smile as he steps closer, takes off his coat, and drapes it over my shoulders.
"Keep it warm for me?"
I only came back for the end of the shoot. Gabriel practically ran toward me, and I quickly hand him his coat. He thanks me, put it on, and zip it up quickly. We exchange a smile before I head off to another task.
At lunchtime, I didn’t have time to join everyone because I was helping set up the next scene. I took a quick 30-minute break to eat, then went back to set. Luckily, the afternoon scene was indoors. When I arrived, they were already filming, I saw Gabriel run and slide across a table before sitting down opposite Mason. I winced at the sight. If he keeps doing that all afternoon, he’s going to be sore.
They repeated the scene many times because someone would miss a mark, forget a line, or Gabriel’s slide wasn’t perfect. The longer it went on, the more worried I was that he’d get hurt. Thankfully, he didn’t, and after nearly two hours, the scene wrapped.
I was immediately called to the costume/hair/makeup trailer to help. Julian, Harry, Bronwyn, and Gabriel arrived about twenty minutes later, just as I finished cleaning up.
"Don’t laugh — I’m in pain!"
"Y/N will give you massages, I’m sure," Bronwyn teased. I cleared my throat, and they all turned toward me.
"Speak of the devil! Y/N, you have to help Gabe!" Julian said.
"Not a chance. He’s going to see the physio and he’ll be fine," I joked while placing everyone in their chairs as the team came in to remove their makeup and undo their hair.
I helped with a bunch of tasks, running around non-stop, and ended up finishing late. As I reach for my phone to call an Uber, I see a message from Gabriel:
"Glad you’re feeling better, those stunts were awesome! I just finished, waiting on my Uber now." Not long after, he answered:
"You were right, the physio really helped. Hope your day ended well."
I ordered my Uber and replied:
"You should’ve told me, I would’ve come to pick you up."
"You had a long day + you’re an hour away, no way I’m making you drive this late."
"I wouldn’t have minded for you."
"You’re adorable."
"And I miss you."
"We saw each other a lot today though."
"No you saw me a lot. I didn’t see you enough!"
"We’ll see each other tomorrow."
"I’m not working tomorrow."
The next day, I thankfully started a bit later. I woke up slowly, and my first reflex was to check my phone. His reply had come the night before, shortly after mine, a selfie of him in bed with the same message: "Good night <3." I stared at the picture for a bit, his tired eyes, the hint of his chest, his messy hair… Everything about the photo felt perfect and attractive.
"Slacker!"
I ended up falling asleep in the cab before seeing his reply. I woke up when I got home, showered quickly, grabbed a bite to eat, and got into bed. I sent Gabriel a selfie: "Good night <3"
I passed out before I could see his response.
Then I got up, had a big breakfast, and started getting ready. As I was putting on my shoes, I felt my phone vibrate, it was Gabriel.
"Hello?"
"I’m downstairs."
"What??"
"I’m driving you to work."
"How do you know I start later today?"
"I called your boss."
I burst out laughing and hung up. I grab my things and rush downstairs, walking quickly toward his car, excited to see him. I get in, and he greets me with a dazzling smile.
"You’re crazy."
"Maybe," he says, handing me a hot chocolate from the café I like.
"You’re incredible." I kiss his cheek, buckled up, and took the cup. He chuckles softly and start driving.
"So what are you doing with your day?"
"Not sure. I’ve got a call with my agent, but not much else. Gonna rest mostly."
"Lucky you!"
We chat and laugh the whole ride. His personality is so charming and kind, I really love spending time with him more and more, actually. Once we arrive, I unbuckle, put my jacket back on, and step out into the cold. Gabriel watches me closely and I give him a beautiful smile.
“I know, yeah” He says, laughing. “But you're not finishing too late tonight, right?”
“So you did get my whole schedule!”
“Nooo... Just for today!” We both laugh. “I’ll come pick you up tonight, I’m kidnapping you.”
“Alright, but you’ll have to bring me back early so I can sleep early!”
“Yes, ma’am, I promise!”
I kiss his cheek and quickly get out of the car for fear of being late.
“Thanks again for the ride.”
“My pleasure. Good luck with your day.”
“Thanks, and you, rest well! So, see you tonight?”
“Yes, see you tonight!”
The day drags on slowly, I can’t wait for tonight. I finally finish around 6:30 pm and Gabriel is already waiting outside the studio. He’s leaning against his car and I rush over to him, and we hug.
I make him let go so he can get in the car quickly, then I get in too, buckle up, and he starts driving.
“You must be freezing! You could’ve waited inside the car!”
“I wouldn’t have gotten a hug if I had!” He laughs and hugs me tighter.
I smile brightly at him, and he returns it just the same.
“So, where are we going? What’s the plan?”
“We’ve got a 30-minute drive, then we’ll pick up some food and head back to my place. Nothing too fancy!”
“That sounds perfect! How was your day? Did you get some rest?”
“The call with my agent lasted longer than expected and led to other calls, so… but I did get to relax a bit later in the afternoon, so that’s something!”
“Nothing bad in those calls, I hope?”
“No, actually! Some nice opportunities!”
“That’s good then.”
We pick up our food and go back to his place, set everything on the table and start eating, it’s so good we barely talk until dessert.
He winks and starts clearing the table. I go to the bathroom, start filling the tub while brushing my teeth. Gabriel joins me, lights a few candles, adds bubble bath and bath salts, and lays out a towel with clothes on top. I rinse my mouth and thank him.
“So, I’m dropping you off after this? Don’t wanna stay over?”
“I’d love to, but I don’t have anything with me for tonight or tomorrow, and we start early.”
“You can steal a pair of pajamas, and I’m sure we can find something for you to wear tomorrow in my closet.”
“You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” I say, laughing. “Alright then, I’ll stay, if you don’t mind.” He shakes his head with a huge smile. I get up and start clearing the table.
“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it! You can go take a shower or even a bath, if you want.”
“I can take a bath??” I say with stars in my eyes, which makes him laugh.
“Of course, if I’m offering.”
He chuckles lightly and nods.
“I brought you some pajamas too, take your time.”
“Thanks. Hey, could you maybe pick out an outfit for me for tomorrow? I don’t feel right rummaging through your nice clothes.”
“No problem, thanks for trusting me with that.”
He kisses my cheek and leaves, closing the door behind him. I undress, turn off the tap, and slide into the bath, sighing with pleasure.
I really take my time, soaking and relaxing. Once I’m done, I dry off and put on the pajamas Gabriel gave me, I chuckle softly when I recognize the tank top he wore the other night. I pull it on and step out of the bathroom, joining Gabriel in the bedroom and lying down next to him. He puts his phone away and looks at me.
I bite my lip as I look him in the eyes, and he notices, brushing his finger over my jawline, then my lower lip.
“Nice tank top, miss.”
“Thank you, but it looks better on you.”
“Strongly disagree.” He says, softly tracing my shoulder with a fingertip.
His gaze is so intense, his words send shivers down my spine.
“You drive me crazy…”
“Why?” I ask, looking at his lips, then his eyes.
“Being this close to you without being able to touch you the way I want… Touching your lips without being able to kiss them… Seeing you in my clothes and not being able to take them off you…”
We move our lips slowly against each other’s, like we’re afraid of breaking something or breaking each other. It’s a beautiful, tender moment, out of time and yet so real. I’m the first to pull back slightly to catch my breath.
“I’m not stopping you from doing any of that, you know.”
“Then maybe I’m just too much of a coward to make the first move.”
“I can help, if you want.” I say, leaning in and pressing my lips gently to his.
We keep our foreheads together, breathing a bit heavier than we were before the kiss. Then, before I can say anything, he kisses me again, less hesitantly this time. There’s more of the sexual tension we’ve both been trying to hide.
We kiss passionately, touching and caressing each other’s bodies. One of my hands gets lost in his hair, the other gripping his nicely muscled shoulder. The excitement builds faster than I thought possible. I let myself be carried away and pull Gabriel on top of me, he understands and shifts into position.
The kiss deepens, my hand in his hair starts pulling slightly, and the other massages his shoulder. Feeling his muscles moving under my fingers turns me on, and his soft moans aren’t helping.
One of his hands is on my hip, the other on the outside of my thigh, which he lifts to position himself better. I can feel him hardening against me and I love it. I love the effect I have on him as much as the effect he has on me. He finally pulls his lips away from mine; we’re both breathless. He looks me straight in the eyes, his gaze burning with as much desire as mine, and then he says something that surprises me a bit:
“I don’t want to do more than kiss you tonight. I want to memorize your lips before discovering the rest of you.”
I nod, a little disappointed but also totally understanding. There’s no need to rush, we have all the time in the world.
We spent most of the night kissing and talking even though I should’ve been sleeping but who cares, it was perfect in so many ways. I’m dreaming of a moment just as wonderful when my phone rings, waking me up. I grab it and answer when I see it’s my company calling.
I can’t even process all the words, I’m shocked.
“Hello?” I say, sitting up in bed.
“Yes, Y/N, sorry to call so early, but this is urgent. We need you on another shoot tomorrow in Spain. A very important collaborator requested our best people, and we need you there as the support team coordinator.”
I hang up, stunned, staring at the wall when I feel Gabriel’s hand on my back. I close my eyes to keep from crying.
“Uh, okay… And how long will this assignment last?”
“About three months.”
“But the shoot here will be over.”
“Yes, we’ll send someone else to fill your spot, don’t worry. As usual, you book your own flight and let me know. I’ll send you all the details by email. Safe travels.”
“Thanks, have a good day.”
We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, then finally get up for breakfast. We don’t say much, the only conversation is in our eyes, and it’s a very sad one.
“Everything okay?” He asks, his voice still raspy with sleep. I lie back down in his arms. “Who was that?”
“My boss. I… I’ve been assigned to another shoot.” I say, my voice shaking. I feel Gabriel’s arms tighten around me and I do the same.
“Will you come back after?”
“No… This new job lasts three months. I’ll basically be doing my boss’s job over there, managing others.”
“That’s an amazing opportunity.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t say that, your career matters.”
“So do you.”
“You’re important to me too.” He says, lifting my face toward his. He wipes away the tears at the corner of my eyes and kisses me gently.
We clean up, and he heads to the bathroom while I book my flight for later today. Gabriel comes back to the bedroom and I’m about to grab the clothes he picked out for me, but I hesitate.
He gives me a sweet smile. I steal a kiss and go get dressed in his clothes. Once ready, I join him and twirl in front of him.
“I won’t be able to return them if I wear them now.”
“I don’t care actually, I’d love that.”
We play around a bit, kissing, cuddling, caressing, tickling until we finally just hug tightly. Eventually, we have to let go, even if it’s hard.
“So, did my stylist do a good job?”
“An excellent one.” He says, standing up from the couch and running his hand from my calf to my hip, stopping at my butt. I laugh softly and adjust his collar before kissing his neck.
I give in to his request without arguing. I want to be with him for as long as possible too. We’re in front of my building. We know this is our last hug for a while, so we hold each other tightly in the cold Belfast morning.
“I’ll drop you off at your place, then head to work, okay?”
“But you’ll be late.”
“So what? I want to spend as much time with you as I can even if it’s just a few more minutes.”
“I'll send a message to everyone to let them know, and I'll call you when I can to catch up.”
“And will I get more messages than the others?”
“Of course. I say with a slight, sad laugh. You won’t forget me, right?”
“I promise. You don’t either with some tall, tanned, sexy actor!”
“That’s your type of guy, not mine.” I say, laughing, and he laughs too. “I prefer shorter guys, with a tan line on their bicep from their T-shirt, and yeah sexy, we agree on that.”
We laugh and kiss again, then I glance at the time and show him. We pull away for the last time.
“See you soon, Gabriel.”
“See you soon, Y/N.” He says with tears in his eyes, softly kissing my cheek before walking away without looking back which is probably for the best.
I go back up to my Airbnb and start packing my suitcase—a suitcase I’ll have to repack once I’m home, trading winter clothes for summer ones.
My tears threaten to fall, but they don’t, not yet, because I’m too focused on what I need to do, making sure I don’t forget anything. It’s only once I’m finally seated on the plane that they start to roll down my cheeks. Why am I already leaving? And going so far away?
I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction. Feel free to share any feedback if you didn’t, it always helps me improve!
Desc: You always supported your boyfriend Gabriel in whatever he did, even if that was doing a random art project, trying something new in bed, or starring in a movie about dragons.. You love him nonetheless.
This is requested ! (I assume y/n isn’t in the movie.. Since Gabriel had to go by himself to rehearsals..) THIS IS FREAKYYY !! Gabriel is munching you DOWN !! he cries.. There is P in V action. Plus, he’s shorter than you !! (If anyone hates short men, you are NOT welcome on my page.)
Every time Gabriel came home from his long and tiring rehearsals, he ate the dinner you cooked and went to bed in your shared apartment (You can’t tell me he wouldn’t have a spacious, vibey apartment) and was knocked out until he had to leave the house again to go back to rehearsals. You can’t lie and say you weren’t upset at how long Gabriel spends away from you; he spends almost every weekday at the studio, and even though he has weekends off, he’s so worn out from the week's worth of work. You always let him rest, never bother him unless he goes out of his way to get your attention.
You were cooking dinner for you and Gabriel, just classic pasta with some sides, when you heard the door open and close lightly. It was Gabriel. He walked in, put his stuff on the floor next to the walkway, and made his way to you. You were stirring the pasta whilst putting spices in when you felt hands on your waist pulling you into a hug. Gabriel hugged your waist like you were gonna fly away with the wind, and he sighed heavily, letting his body rest into you. You let him have these moments because you know he needs a break.
You finish the pasta and turn the stove off, then turn around, giving Gabriel an actual hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. He breathes you in, letting your smell bring him back to earth. You kiss his forehead before letting him go. “I’m hungry,” he says in almost a whiny voice. “Well, I just finished dinner-” he shakes his head “not for food,” he whispers breathlessly. Your eyes widen, and you smirk, “Do you think you deserve it?” you ask teasingly. Gabriel almost whimpers at your words and nods his head. You shake your head with a disappointed look, “I need words, baby. Tell me what you want~” Gabriel sinks to his knees and starts rubbing your thighs.
“You- I want you soo bad,” He whines pathetically, threading his fingers at the bottom of your shorts. You put your hand in his hair, nails scratching his scalp in all the right ways, you ponder for a second, “Is that all you got?” you ask condescendingly, knowing he could do better than that. Gabriel shakes his head, shuffling on his knees closer to you. “Please, pleasee let me make you feel good! God! It’s all I’ve wanted to do for days!” Gabriel whines, you unthread your fingers out of his hair, then he starts kissing up your thighs, pushing up your shirt, kissing your hips up to your neck.
He’s standing up now, attempting to drag you to the couch. You comply and let him drag you. When you finally get to the couch, he throws the pillows to the side, you’re sitting on the edge of the couch, and he’s on the floor on his knees. He’s frantically trying to pull your shorts off, but he’s struggling; it looks like he’s... crying? You stop his movements. “Baby, are you ok?” he huffs in defeat. “I-I just can’t get..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before throwing his head back in defeat, fighting back tears. You chuckle, leaning forward, putting a hand on his cheek, “sweetheart, I think you’re a little overwhelmed. Maybe we should pick this up another d-” before you could finish, he snapped his head back to look at you, and he was most definitely crying. “No! I mean.. I can’t wait any longer, please!”
God, he looks pathetic.
You sigh, “Ok.. do you need help?” he nods his head, you slide out of your shorts in one swift motion, Gabriel watches with his mouth watering, you keep your underwear on wanting to tease him some more.. but Gabriel didn’t come to play.. The moment you leaned back and spread your legs, Gabriel practically ripped your underwear off with his teeth. Your panties were ripped in two, but that was the least of your problems.
Gabriel whined when he saw your bare cunt, like, disgustingly pathetic whine, he’s drooling on the couch looking at you. He reaches a hand up to touch it, but he hesitates, you’re just so perfect in his eyes, he doesn’t want to taint you with his touch. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, then he bites the same spot he kissed. You yelp, and he giggles. Normally, you would’ve teased him for it, but you didn’t have the time nor energy to do so.
You see, Gabriel's pupils blow wide and drool drips down his chin, you would be lying if seeing him like this didn’t make you wetter.. Before you know it Gabriel’s lapping at your cunt like he hasn’t ate anything in days, the sensations were all to much way to fast and you instinctively move your hips away from his mouth. He whimpers following your cunt with his mouth. He wraps his arms around your thighs and puts a hand on your pelvis to keep you from moving.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you moan shakily. You stick your hand in Gabriel’s hair, tugging on it. Gabriel grinds himself on the edge of the couch and groans into you, the lack of friction is making him more needy, he puts his face deep into your cunt needing more. He grips your thighs, spreading them as much as he can. You felt that coil in your belly approach, and he knew, he sucked on your clit and you felt that same coil snap.
Gabriel eats you through your orgasm, and still doesn’t stop when you come down from your high. You moan loudly, pushing his head away, and that only fuels him more. He moves one of his hands away from your thighs and slides it up your shirt grabbing one of your boobs with a light squeeze. He pulls his head back for a second, and you think he’s done.. Nah.. he spits on your cunt and dives back in.
*After 1-2 hours*
You’re still on the couch, sweaty, overstimulated, wet, and tired. But Gabriel still wasn't done ! He was still between your legs, and you just couldn’t take it anymore; you gripped his hair and forcibly pulled him away, closing your legs. You take a good look at the man who was eating you out for almost 2 hours, and god, does he look messy.. His mouth and around his lips were wet, his hair was dishevelled, his eyes were low, and he was crying again. “B-but I wasn’t done y-yet!” he says through sniffles, trying to pry your legs open again. “No, sweetheart. You’re done for the night,” you say while putting your shorts back on. “Plus, you haven’t even eaten your actual dinner.” You lean down and kiss his forehead, you walk to the kitchen, putting the food in the fridge since it’s already cold. You turn the TV off and head to your shared bedroom.
Gabriel follows close behind, grabbing onto the back of your shirt, making sure you don’t get too far ahead. You both get ready for bed. Normally, after you and Gabriel did anything sexual, you would shower together, but not tonight, it’s already 11:28, and he’s severely overwhelmed.. Judging by him crying over little things.. You crawl into bed, and Gabriel follows after. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head in your chest. You kiss him goodnight, “I love you,” and turn around so your back is facing him. He sniffles and turns around to.
When your 5:30 alarm goes off, you turn it off with a sigh, and you're still tired. But you wake up every morning at 5:30, you make your coffee and breakfast, watch the news or a random show, and wait for Gabriel to wake up. But this morning was not going to go as planned. When you try to get up, you can’t. You look down at your chest and see Gabriel lying on your chest, his arms wrapped around your torso, and his right leg tangled between your legs. You play with his hair for a little bit before prying him off you, “Noo, please not now..” you hear Gabriel whisper.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is my everyday routine.. If you would like, you can join me..?” You say trying to compromise. He huffs and lets you get up once you’re finally up, and he gets up also, following you to the bathroom. You and Gabriel brush your teeth in silence. He was noticeably upset, but you didn’t dwell on it for long. When you both finished, you headed to the kitchen, Gabriel close behind. You made yourself and Gabriel coffee and a light breakfast. He ate it quickly but didn’t touch his coffee.
You sip on your coffee, not touching your breakfast since you weren’t that hungry (no, she’s not starving herself). Gabriel still looks upset, so you reach out and hold his hand, and he shudders at the contact but refuses to look up from his plate, “Gabriel” you say trying to get his attention but he still doesn’t look at you “Gabriel” you try again, but too no avail “Gabriel.” You say sternly, Gabriel snaps his head up, looking guilty. “What’s wrong?” you mutter. Gabriel shakes his head, “nothing.” you roll your eyes “Don’t bull shit me, what’s up” Gabriel sighs, “It’s just.. We haven’t touched each other for so long since I’ve been rehearsing for this movie.. It just makes me think and ache.. and makes me need you more than I already do..”
Your eyes widen at his words, he takes his hand out of yours and puts it in his lap before standing up to walk away. “Forget it- mentioning this was a mistake.” You set your cup down and walk over to him, “It’s not a mistake you mentioned this to me, it’s good we’re communicating. You think I don’t miss you when you’re gone? You don’t think I’m upset when I have to work late and can’t see you at all?” you say to him, cupping his face in your right hand.
He looks at you with a light pout on his face. You kiss his forehead, “Next time you feel like this, talk to me, I’m not gonna be upset or annoyed if you wanna communicate.” you say with a smile. Gabriel smiles shyly and grabs your hand, and kisses it before kissing you passionately. You reciprocate the kiss, pulling him in closer by the collar of his nightshirt. He whimpers into the kiss, and that causes you to back up. “You have to leave in 20 minutes, no need to start something you won’t have enough time to finish,” you say smugly, which causes Gabriel to frown. “I can be a little late- no one would notice,” you give him a not-so-convinced look.
He grabs your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours, “Please! We never got to finish from last night..” He’s practically pleading now. You think for a second before letting out a deep breath, “Fine. You have 15 minutes.” You see his pupils get bigger, and he drags you to your bedroom, he kisses you again, this time taking the “lead”. As you’re making out, he’s trying to take your shirt off, but you can tell he’s getting upset, you put a hand on his chest pushing him away. You take your shirt off in one swift motion, throwing it somewhere in the room. You unclasp your bra also, Gabriel can’t help but stare at your bare chest with drool pooling in his mouth.
You laugh before pushing him onto the bed, and his back hits the soft sheets. You straddle his hips, grinding on him, the tiniest but earning a moan from the sweet man below you. Gabriel slides his hand up your sides slowly leading to your unaccompanied boobs, he grips them lightly. You smile at his awestruck face, then you seductively graze your hands down his chest to his pelvis to his clothes dick, he bucks his hips at the contact, you slowly undo his belt setting it down on the floor, you take your time unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them.
You finally free his aching dick from his boxers before looking the the alarm clock next your bed, “10 minutes..” you mutter to yourself, you didn’t have enough time to tease him, so, you spit on your hand and pump him 3-4 times “lubing” him up. You slide your shorts to the side, and in one motion, he’s inside of you, filling you up. Gabriel throws his head back, and you smirk at his reaction, moving your hips up and down. He whines instinctively, gripping your hips.
Gabriel was never quick to cum.. but in this situation it seemed like he was a virgin.. Before you know it, he’s WHINING under you, “please please please please! Oh God! Please d-don’t stop! I’m so close!” He mewls. Who are you to deny your sweet boy his closure? You keep your same pace, and he unravels completely, cumming inside you, you don’t mind since you’re on birth control. He’s panting, head thrown back, hair still messy, you smirk at your work and get off of him, finding the shirt you threw and putting it back on.
You wipe the sweat off his forehead, kissing his cheek, “Have fun?” he nods his head with a stupid smile on his face. “Good, I’m glad.. but.. now you’re late.”
MWAHHAHA!! I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this!
Not Just A Girl - A Jason Sudeikis Fanfic by @believesthings
OG Summary: You’re a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.
OG A/N: In the interest of full disclosure, the series is going to get dark. I promise I will give fair warning when those chapters come up. For now, we’re just setting it all up.
Founder Note: For those confused, this is not my story, it is a story that was created by @believesthings that I just wanted to organise into a Masterlist so it'll be easier for people to find instead of scrolling through. So please respect both me and the original author and also shoutout to @believesthings for creating this story and series...
Seriously just recently watched Netflix It's What's Inside a couple of weeks ago and now I'm obsessed with David W. Thompson and I need more of him in more movies.
But also, I'm not sure if you are taking any fic requests or not? But if there is any chance you could do another nice and spicy Forbes fic.
Preferably with a plus-size glasses wearing kinda soft-spoken but still very no-nonsense brown-skinned female reader, who knew Forbes from college before the incident with Dennis birthday and was pretty close with his sister Beatrice and hate what Dennis did to her,
Had a fling with Forbes before he got expelled.
Reconnect at the party with intense & nasty sex with face-sitting also doggystyle, sixty-nine cowgirl, and the pretzel dip with some final deep missionary in the end with Shelby accidentally walking in on the two of the them going to town.
Her wishing that Cyrus would be wild and raw with her like Forbes is doing towards the reader. Please, if that's okay with you.
Your wish is my command, and that I just did it... New story is out and is requested by this lovely user here. So please check it out by clicking the link down below
Sensuality: Forbes Blomquist
Go check it out now while it's still fresh and go make a comment or request for more characters and etc...
Preview: It's been a while since Y/N and Forbes had seen each since college and before the whole incident happened, especially since their fling ended due to Dennis's actions. However, they reunite at last at Reuben's pre-wedding party, and what will happen tonight will be a night filled with old hidden lust mixed with new primal nasty sexual activities with each other to make up for the last time...
Word Count: 3.9k
Genre: Smut
Tropes: Former love, Lovers Turned Friends turned lovers and etc.
Warnings: Sexual references & Sexual Scenes (Described), Alcohol Drinking and Drug Use (Legal Age), Unprotected Sex (Reader is always on the pill but still wrap it up everybody) and etc...
Quick Disclaimer: Minors DNI and this is non-canon or simply AU where the events of what happens in the movies do not happen except for mentionings of Beatrice and the college incident. So yeah, and if you're uncomfortable with this kind of topic, genre and story please skip this one for your own matter then...
It was just a special night, a special night that was supposed to be about friends reuniting with each other for the first time in years, and why is that all of us are now reuniting and what is it for, well tonight is the night before Reuben’s wedding tomorrow. Y/N saw the pics of it all over Instagram on Reuben’s story and the follow up to it, which was essentially everyone posting how they’ve arrived and are getting ready for tonight.
Then there was her, she was honestly surprised she even got the invitation to come considering what happened all those years ago at Dennis’s birthday party. But hey, what’s in the past is in the past, at least this finally gives her an opportunity to finally get out of work and out of her house for a trip she hasn't had in such a long time.
Y/N finally arrived at the place and saw everyone there: Maya, Brooke, Cyrus with Shelby, Nikki, Reuben and then Dennis, She still has beef with him and just wanted to rip his stupid hair off and shave it in his mouth but she didn’t want to upset anyone and especially Reuben so she sucked it up and kept in it for the time being. The party was going alright, they all had drinks and decided to have dinner and it was during the dinner that the tension was slowly building up bit by bit. Everyone went from speaking about their current lifestyle and what they’re currently doing now to now speaking about Forbes.
Y/N nearly choked on your drink at the mention of that name since she haven’t heard that name in such a long time, but this time it hurts even more when everyone started mentioning that night and how he was during that night, It only fueled her frustrations even more with everyone due to how they’re so oblivious and how they’d rather go off false rumours instead of the truth. But luckily enough Shelby was the one to stop it since Y/N heard Maya and Brooke mentioning how Shelby had a crush on him during that time and probably still has one on him till this day.
Y/N couldn’t really blame her since apparently her and Cyrus's relationships have been on the rocks as of recently. But as she was about to say something, there was a loud tapping noise on the window and to everyone’s surprise. It was none other than Forbes Blomquist.
As the front door was swept open, Forbes strolled into the dimly lit room, the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigarette smoke clinging to the air like a familiar embrace. It had been years since he'd last set foot in this dive, but the sticky floorboards and cracked but still kept together household held a strange allure that drew him back like a moth to a flame. He had grown into a man with delicate features and piercing eyes that bore into the soul of anyone who dared to gaze into them. His once boyish charm had transformed into a rugged allure that could make even the most stoic of hearts flutter.
In the corner of the living room near the doorway, the soft glow of a candle flickered against Y/N’s brown skin, illuminating the way her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She sat there, looking as stunning as ever, despite the years that had passed. Her curves had filled out even more, and the way her tight dress hugged her body was a silent declaration of confidence and sexuality. He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in anticipation at the sight of her.
Their eyes met across the crowded room, and for a moment, the chaos of the party fell away. Her heart raced as she recognized him, her mind flooding with memories of their fiery past. She had always been the one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she had learned to keep her desires in check, especially when it came to Forbes. Yet, she couldn't deny the raw attraction that surged through her as his gaze lingered on her.
As everyone was in the living room doing their own thing aka sitting down, having joints and conversing, Y/N couldn’t handle it that much, the frustrations with everyone mixing with her desire yet depressing lingering feelings with the man that is Forbes. So she decided to get up and told everyone that she’s going to get some fresh air and with that, she got up and left the room to head somewhere else.
This catches Forbes attention since he still has desired feelings for her as well. This made him also get up and make his way out the living room and through the hallways, his presence commanding attention, yet his eyes never left hers. He was walking around the place to find her and there she was, on the balcony with the cold breeze flowing through.
She felt that someone was looking at her and she turned to be correct as it was none other than Forbes. The tension grew with every step he took, a dance of anticipation that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. When he finally reached her, his voice was low, a smoldering whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"You're looking as beautiful as ever," he said, his eyes sweeping over her.
Y/N swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. "Forbes," she managed, her voice a mix of surprise and something else—longing, perhaps?
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I've missed you," he murmured. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her to stand. As the cool night air kissed her cheeks, a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Without waiting for a response He turned to face her, his hand moving to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed against her full, plump bottom lip, and she found herself unable to resist the urge to bite it gently.
"You know," he began, his eyes searching hers, "I've thought about that night a lot."
Her pulse quickened, the memory of their passionate encounter playing like a steamy movie reel in her mind. The way he had taken her in his arms, the feel of his body pressed against hers, it was a night she had never forgotten, despite the pain that followed.
"Me too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant thump of the party's music.
Forbes leaned in, his eyes darkening with desire. He kissed her, his lips firm and insistent. Y/N melted into the embrace, feeling the years of pent-up frustration and longing spill over into a torrent of passion. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue danced with hers. The balcony rail was cold and unyielding against her back, but she didn't care. All she knew was the heat of Forbes's body against hers, the scent of his cologne, and the taste of whiskey on his breath.
Their kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling in the night air. Forbes's hand moved up to cradle the back of her neck, his grip firm but gentle. Y/N felt her knees go weak as he deepened the kiss, her glasses fogging up slightly. His other hand roamed her body, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple through the fabric of her dress, making her gasp into his mouth. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
They stumbled back into the house, not caring who might see them, driven by the magnetic pull that had always existed between them. They found themselves in one of the empty guest bedrooms, the door barely clicking shut before they were on the bed. Forbes pulled off her glasses, setting them aside with a gentle touch, and then proceeded to remove her dress. He took in the sight of her, her brown skin glowing in the soft light, her generous curves on full display.
He kissed her again, this time more fiercely, his hand tracing a line down her neck and over her collarbone. His touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant. Y/N reached for his belt, her hands trembling with excitement as she undid the buckle. She slid his pants down, revealing his hard cock, which stood proud and ready for her.
Forbes didn't waste any time. He pushed her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her body. He peeled off her underwear and spread her legs apart, his breath hot against her wet pussy. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the soft folds of her flesh. Then, without warning, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Y/N moaned, her hips bucking off the bed. Forbes knew exactly what she liked, his tongue swirling around her clit, dipping into her wetness. She grabbed his hair, holding him in place as he feasted on her, his nose pressing into her plush mound. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles tensing. It had been so long since she'd felt this kind of raw passion, this animalistic need.
He sensed her approaching climax and moved up her body, positioning himself between her legs. He slammed into her with a force that made her eyes roll back in her head, filling her completely. She was tight, but she took him without complaint, her body welcoming him like a long-lost lover.
Their rhythm was fast and furious, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of need. Y/N's nails dug into his back as she met his every thrust, her walls clenching around him. He could feel her getting closer, her breaths turning into moans and whimpers. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he drove into her, the other hand squeezing her round ass.
Forbes knew that Y/N had always loved a bit of roughness in the bedroom, and tonight was no exception. He pulled out of her and flipped her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle, before plunging back in, this time from behind. He took her in a deep doggystyle, his hand reaching around to fondle her breasts. She pushed back into him, urging him deeper, her moans growing louder with each stroke.
They switched again, this time with Y/N straddling him, her thick thighs clamping around his waist as she rode him with wild abandon. Her glasses were still off, but she didn't need them to see the raw desire in his eyes. The cowgirl position allowed her to control the pace and depth, her breasts bouncing in his face with every movement. Forbes reached up to cup them, his thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.
The room was a blur of passion as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their love making. Y/N leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me harder, Forbes. Like you used to."
He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he complied, his thrusts growing more powerful and unrelenting. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her moans echoing through the room. The scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of the ocean that wafted through the open window.
Suddenly, Forbes rolled her onto her back, his body hovering over hers, and pinned her arms above her head. He took a moment to gaze down at her, his eyes burning with desire. Then, with a grin that was both playful and predatory, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth as he pushed her legs apart with his own.
Y/N felt his cock slide into her again, this time in a smooth, deliberate motion that made her arch her back and moan. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers, the pressure building with every stroke. The pretzel dip was forgotten, the tension of the evening dissipating into the thick, sexual haze that surrounded them. All she could think of was the way he felt inside her, the way their bodies moved together as if they had never been apart.
Their eyes locked, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, a hunger that matched her own. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "I've never stopped wanting you." The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she felt the same way.
Their movements grew more frantic, each stroke pushing them closer to the edge. The bed squeaked and protested under the weight of their passion, but they were lost in each other, oblivious to everything else. Y/N's thighs quivered, and she knew she was close. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to give her everything he had.
Forbes's eyes never left hers as he thrust into her, the connection between them palpable. He felt her tighten around him, and with a guttural groan, she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. He followed soon after, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside her, the feeling of release unlike anything he had experienced in years.
But as they were close to kissing each other again, Shelby came into the room to find where they went, only to be met with both a naked Forbes and a naked Y/N, causing her to leave and close the door very quickly like a roommate who just caught their roommate just having sex.
They lay there, panting, their bodies entangled, the only sound the distant throb of the party music. For a moment, it was as if the outside world didn't exist. Just the two of them, wrapped in their own private cocoon of passion and history. But the reality of what just happened there with Shelby began to seep back in, the weight of their past and the present pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.
Y/N was the first to break the silence. "What now?" she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Forbes leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Now," he said, "We’ll just pretend like that didn't just happen."
Y/N sighed, the reality of their situation sinking in. They had just had explosive, passionate sex in the middle of Reuben's pre-wedding party. But she knew he was right; they couldn't let anyone know. They couldn't risk ruining the weekend for everyone else.
They quickly dressed and adjusted their disheveled appearances before exiting the room, slipping back into the party as if nothing had happened. The tension between them was palpable, a secret they both had to keep buried. They mingled with the others, sipping drinks and forcing laughter, all while their eyes kept darting to the spot where they had just reconnected in the most intimate way possible.
Y/N made eye contact with Shelby but she looked away at Cyrus instead to not make any notice as to what just happened, however she could tell Shelby was a bit jealous since Y/N not only got her crush but her crush even gave her the most wildest yet sensualist sex of all time, something she wish she could recreate with Cyrus but probably won’t be any time soon.
Y/N and Forbes made eye contact with each other and gave each other a nice wave to each other, which caused Nikki to ask you this: “Did you two just hook up with each other?”. Which of course you responded with this: “No comment Nikki, no comment”. This made Nikki move on from the question and decided to bother Maya and Brooke instead.
For the rest of the night, Y/N and Forbes danced around each other, the chemistry between them a silent symphony of unspoken desire. They laughed at jokes, shared drinks, and even danced together, but the heat of their earlier encounter remained a potent force, threatening to spill over at any moment. They danced closer than anyone else at the party, their bodies brushing together in a way that was both innocent and tantalizingly erotic.
Cyrus, noticing the tension between them, pulled Shelby aside. "Is everything okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Shelby took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "It's... nothing," she lied, her cheeks flushing. She had seen the raw passion in Forbes's eyes, the way he had looked at Y/N, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something, was it jealousy? Or was it something deeper, a longing for the kind of connection she knew Forbes and Y/N had just shared?
Y/N felt guilty for what Shelby had stumbled upon, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. She had missed this, missed the way Forbes made her feel. Cyrus looked confused, but he didn't press the issue. He was too busy trying to keep the peace between his girlfriend and her best friend.
The party wound down, and the guests began to leave. Forbes and Y/N found themselves alone in the kitchen, the buzz of the party now just a distant echo. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and offered it to her, his eyes still smoldering with lust. She took it, her hand brushing against his, and their eyes met again, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between them.
"I can't believe we just did that," Y/N whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
Forbes took a long pull from his own water bottle, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's like old times," he said with a smirk, his voice low and raspy.
Y/N couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky. "Except we're not in college anymore."
Forbes's smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, we're not," he agreed, his voice a low rumble. "But that doesn't mean we can't make new memories."
Y/N took a sip of her water, her heart racing. The thought of starting something with Forbes again was both thrilling and terrifying. They had both changed so much in the years since college, she had a successful career and a life that didn't revolve around parties and hookups. But here she was, standing half-dressed in Reuben's kitchen with the man who had just rocked her world.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Forbes took a step closer, the warmth of his body radiating against hers. "Let's just enjoy tonight," he said, his hand brushing against her arm. "We'll figure out tomorrow, tomorrow."
Y/N nodded, her mind racing with the implications of what they had just done and what it could mean for the future. But for now, she wanted to live in the moment, to savor the taste of Forbes's lips and the feel of his body against hers. She leaned into him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.
The kitchen was a mess of half-empty drinks and abandoned plates, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, a bubble that seemed to have formed around them, shielding them from the outside noise. Forbes leaned down and kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair. It was as if no time had passed at all, as if the years of pain and separation had never occurred.
Y/N felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as his tongue danced with hers, familiar and yet somehow new. It was a kiss that spoke of all the words they hadn’t said, all the moments they had missed, and all the passion that had lain dormant. When they finally pulled away, she was left breathless, her eyes searching for answers she wasn’t sure she wanted to find.
Forbes’s hand slid down her arm, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves as they made their way to her hand. He laced their fingers together, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand in a gesture that was both reassuring and possessive. They left the kitchen, their footsteps silent on the wooden floor, and made their way back into the party. The room was a whirlwind of colors and laughter, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of his hand in hers.
They mingled with the guests, playing the part of old friends catching up, all the while aware of the secret they now shared. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a thrill every time their eyes met, the memory of their passionate encounter playing out in her mind like a movie on repeat. The way he had taken her, so forcefully and yet with such care, had stirred something deep within her.
As the night grew late, the party began to wind down, and guests started to say their goodbyes. Forbes and Y/N found themselves lingering, neither quite ready to part ways. They stepped outside into the cool night air, the sound of the breeze passing against the trees of the forest in the distance. He leaned against the railing, looking out into the darkness, and she joined him, her hand finding its way to his.
"This is going to be complicated," she murmured, the salt breeze playing with the ends of her hair.
Forbes squeezed her hand, his eyes still on the horizon. "It doesn't have to be. We can just enjoy this weekend and see where it takes us."
Y/N nodded, but the doubt was etched in her features. She knew that what they had just shared was more than a fleeting moment of passion, it was a door that had been flung wide open to a past they had both tried to leave behind. The tension was thick, charged with the electricity of a summer storm, and she could feel it crackling in the air around them.
"Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky. "We'll just...see."
Did you guys see that, yes it is true that a new Forbes story has just been published, a new smut story about Forbes, by me. Yes I am back, sorry it's been so long since I've been on here, been mostly going through reality and especially going through writer's block along with my mental health but apart from those things I've also been coming up with new stories for not only this blog and my other blog but also new content in general, so all of ya better stay tuned for that. But anyway, just wanna say thank you guys so much for all the love and support you all are giving me and make sure to like, reblog and leave a comment/request down below if you want more stories like these, and I will talk to all of ya laters... peace...
Ya'll, walk with me a bit but what if we got a moive with Yao (aka Bo Chow from Sinners) and Manny Jacinto like I don't care what genre, I just need these two fione Southeast Asian baddies in something I can watch a multiple times! (Also the lack of GIF for Bo Chow is down right disrespectful 😡)
Yes I've been inactive for a little bit...but I'm gonna be coming back with new content... and maybe even a particular story IYKYK *wink* *wink*.....so stay tuned to that...hehe...
You used to date Dennis until you ended it with him after the college incident, which made you develop a very big crush on none other than Forbes Blomquist that still lasted after all these years, especially now that you're invited to Reuben's pre-wedding party which reunited everyone, including Forbes, Dennis...and then you....how will the night then...well I think we all know the answer to that one...
Genre: Angst and Smut
Tropes: Unrequited Love, Lovers Turned Enemies Turned Friends, Friends Turned Lovers, Rivalry, Friends Turned Enemies Turned Neutral, Accidental Adultery, Am I Just a Toy to You? And etc....
Warnings: Sexual references & Sexual Scenes (described), Cheating, Threesome (MMF), Alcohol Drinking and Drug Use (Legal Age), Degrading, Spit Roasting (Penetration in Mouth and Labia), Profanity, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex (Reader's on the pill) and etc...
Quick Disclaimer: Minors DNI and this is non-canon or simply AU where the events of what happens in the movie doesn't happen but Beatrice and the college incident will still be mentioned in the story just slightly altered. So yeah, and if you’re uncomfortable with this kind of topic and story, please skip this one for your matter then....
Y/N POV
I was driving up to the destination where everyone was that was up in the weird yet creepy mountains, I started feeling lost until I saw the sign “Reuphia” appeared, pointing me in the right direction. Turning, I continued up the road until I saw the other vehicles and a peculiarly lit house come into view.
I finally arrived and headed towards the front door while hearing the noises inside that I couldn’t really make out that well. In the semi-quiet house where the air had the mixed scent of fresh nature, drugs and alcohol, everyone was simply resting in the living room with the muted chatter of their voices filling the room up along with the loud music that was blaring in the background.
Upon arriving, I knocked thrice on the front door, causing confusion within everyone as to who it was, only for Reuben to go check who it was. And as he swung the door open and a gust of cool air fluttered inside the warm household. It was none other than their old friend, (Y/N)…..I was the last to arrive due to flight delays.
Entering the house, the scent of fresh nature melded with faint traces of drugs and alcohol filled the air. The muted chatter of voices and thumping background music greeted me as I was entering the living room, I even spotted familiar faces: Reuben, obviously, and then there’s Nikki, Shelby, Cyrus, Maya, Brooke and there they were…
Forbes and Dennis, two old friends that turned enemies after the college incident. The tension between the two was thick, a silent standoff playing out across the living room with Forbes sitting down nearly close to the doorway while Dennis was standing the furthest back, nursing his cold beer.
They’d once been pretty good and alright with each other, but obviously what happened at Dennis’s birthday had made both of them so sour with each other that it had left a deep rift that seemed to grow wider with each passing day. They barely acknowledged each other’s presence and they would have their eyes locked on what was causing their attention…and in this case, it was them looking at me….
Before I could go take a seat, Dennis moved from his spot to head towards you before embracing me in a big bear hug since it’s been a long time since I’ve seen everyone, especially with me.
While he was hugging me, it obviously brought back some memories that reminded me of the times Dennis and I were together and how we used to be, we used to be so similar to each other and were pretty much Friends With Benefits but it all obviously changed that night on Dennis’s birthday party.
But I was brought back to reality when I opened my eyes and made eye contact with Forbes, it’s been a long time since I saw Forbes as I remember what happened that night.
I took Forbes side because I was the only to help him and his sister out that night since everyone didn’t want to help out at all, and that made me not bother keeping in contact with everyone that night due to how my life went afterwards but also obviously because of what happened.
We continued staring at each other as if time had stopped until Dennis had let me go so I was finally able to find somewhere to sit. A seat that had me next to Nikki and Brooke that Coincidentally was between Forbes and Dennis, but I didn’t pay much attention to them since I was explaining everyone how I’ve been and how my career has been.
As I’ve stretched your arms out for a bit, Reuben finally came back with some new bottles of alcohol and a glass for me to drink out of, I gave him a kind smile and a thank you in return.
I explained to everyone what I’ve been up to and how I’ve been a pretty successful author with my most popular books being sold over 100k copies domestically in the past few yeas and brought me a nearly total of almost two-thousand monthy.
But as I was explaining what my recent stories have been about, I was also studying everyone’s faces and how they reacted to it, with Nikki, Brooke and Reuben being happy to hear about it, Shelby, Cyrus and Maya being subtle but still showing support about it, however it was Forbes and Dennis reactions that caught me off guard.
“What it’s about” they both said, causing my eyes and head to move in their directions, making me go back and forth between them.
“Well, it’s about how a girl is stuck between a dilemma and a love triangle between her and two guys, I know it sounds very cliche but it’s the meaning behind it that’ll make a lot of sense”. I began to explain to them what my recent story is about.
“The whole point of the story is the meaning, the meaning is about how often times even though we get ourselves into awkward and painful situations, it helps us manage to grow at the end of the day and makes us not only who we are, but also makes us change either for the better or for the worse, especially dealing with things like friendship, social media and societal hierarchy”.
I was trying to explain to them what the story is about, but the more I tried to explain it, the more my mind was having a whirlwind of thoughts about what happened all those years ago and what the evening would probably have ahead. Little did I know that the simple act of choosing between the friend/foe and the foe/friend would set the stage for a night I would never forget.
The speaker in the corner played a classic rock song, its tune barely audible over the drone of the air conditioner. Everyone was either dancing to it or were just minding their own business: With Nikki being next to me speaking to me about both of our careers while Shelby was hanging out with Brooke and Maya around the entrance and Cryus hanging out with Reuben outside, I kept tapping my foot to the rhythm as I tried to keep myself distracted from what was happening around me but my eyes keep glazing over at both Forbes and Dennis as I couldn’t stop recalling the memories and moments I had with both Dennis and Forbes all those years ago.
I was two completely different people when it came to both Forbes and Dennis, but mostly because they were two different people in their own ways—Forbes, bit tall and brooding with a sharp intellect; Dennis, stocky and gruff yet so prideful—but I used to desire them both in different situations with a ferocity that surprised even myself, but then the more I kept remembering as of recent, it just kept getting even worse and worse.
But tonight I thought and decided maybe I should just keep myself distracted and low-key as much as possible. I felt myself with many thoughts and feelings such as butterflies and a bit heated up with Forbes being here but also a little bit of anxiety and a twinge of nervousness with Dennis being here due to my history with him, especially the thought of the potential consequences that could come up.
As the night grew late, the room grew hazier with smoke and louder with laughter. People paired off, heading to different parts of the house for private conversations or moments of intimacy. My heart kept racing as I saw Forbes and Dennis exchange glances that were charged with unresolved tension, a silent battle of wills that seemed to have nothing to do with the party and everything to do with me.
Nikki whispered, noticing my interest in Forbes, “You’re interested in Forbes aren’t you?” I felt my face being a bit flustered at her mentioning how I was looking at Forbes so much. “Why don’t you tell him how you feel?, sometimes, you’ve gotta break the ice.” Her words sparked a wildfire of desire and courage in my mind so I took a deep breath and stood up, my legs a bit wobbly from the drinks I’d had.
I approached Forbes who was leaning against the wall, his eyes watching me as I made my way over and the conversation grew serious. “Hey” I said, trying to sound casual despite the racing of my heart. He nodded, taking a sip of his beer, “Good to see you again.” I searched for the right words, feeling the weight of the unspoken history between us. The room spun a bit but I focused on the challenge ahead. I suggested privacy, and therefore me and forbes found a quiet spot so no one can hear you two.
This is the first time I saw Forbes in a long time, it kind of reminded me of the night when I helped Forbes out with Beatrice. With everyone judging Forbes and Beatrice, you decided to help Forbes that night with his sister, making him trust and liking you even more than before, but obviously due to what happened, Forbes ended up getting expelled and losing pretty much everyone’s trust and respect, but I didn’t care what people thought.
It ended up making me get even more closer with Forbes than before, the two of us had actually gotten pretty close with each other after the whole ordeal since Forbes and I had started to get similarities with each other.
I even helped and supported him when he was starting his career, but then I started focusing on my career as well, which after I had graduated, Forbes and I went 2 completely different paths, with Forbes moving away to another state while I moved to another state as well.
We still kept in contact with each other via phone number but obviously due to our careers and how they begin to get bigger and bigger, it obviously made us two more distance with each other which kind of upset me since I started to develop feelings for him.
He was the complete opposite compared to Dennis, and I was on a healing journey because when I was with Forbes, he made me feel calmer and even more alive compared to Dennis. But because he had to move, I couldn’t stay in the same place and I pretty much missed my opportunity to tell him the truth so I decided to move as well.
“it’s been a while since we saw each other, hasn’t it?” You tried to speak to Forbes but he decided to reply with a snarky comment. “I’m surprised you’re more concerned about me after I saw how Dennis was with you.” That caught me off guard since it was unusual of him and made me wonder what it was all about, but then I piece it together.
“Forbes, it was just a hug okay, a hug that obviously didn’t mean anything to us, I’m over Dennis and you know it.” I tried to tell Forbes that Dennis hugging me didn’t mean anything to me. Forbes was the only one who knew about me and Dennis’s relationship since after I helped him out, I broke down a little bit which caught Forbes attention that night out of curiosity but also out of genuine concern as well.
I ended up telling Forbes the truth which made Forbes lose his shit and tried to smash something but he stopped after he saw me break down even more, so he decided to comfort me even more. It obviously warmed me up even more due to how Forbes felt more comforting compared to Dennis. With that, it led me to end the relationship with Dennis and what made me develop a crush even more on Forbes.
“Look, I was actually thinking about our past,” I began, “and I was thinking maybe…”
Forbes cut me off, “What happened back then is over. It’s not worth rehashing.” His voice was cold, but his eyes searched mine for something deeper. I knew that the rift between us wasn’t just about the college incident. It was about the feelings we’d never acknowledged.
“I know,” I replied, my voice low and steady. “But I can’t help but think about the ‘what ifs’.”
Forbes’s eyes narrowed slightly, the coolness in his gaze warming a fraction. “The 'what ifs’ are dangerous territory.”
“I know,” I said, taking a step closer to him, my voice a whisper in the noisy room. “But I’ve never stopped thinking about them.”
Forbes took a deep breath, his eyes still on mine, but I could see the conflict in them. The music, the laughter, the smoke—it all faded away as we stood there, two magnets pulled together by an invisible force. “Why?” he asked, his voice gruff. “Because the 'what ifs’ are what keep me up at night.” I said to Forbes while trying to keep myself together.
My heart skipped a beat as he pushed off the wall, moving closer to me. “And I can’t just keep ignoring what happened, especially with Dennis.” I told Forbes, while feeling a knot forming in my stomach.
Forbes’s eyes searched mine, his expression unreadable. “What about Dennis?”
I took a deep breath, my heart racing as the music and chatter of the party seemed to fade into the background. “I want to finally move on from him,” I confessed, feeling the heat of my words. “And maybe I want to explore those 'what ifs’.”
Forbes stared at me, his jaw tightening. “You can’t have just have Dennis again like in the old days,” he said, his voice a warning.
“I’m not saying I want to, I just want some closure or at least something?” I countered, looking him directly in the eye. “I don’t see why I should have to go with my life without at least one single fucking answer from someone I used to care about.”
Forbes’s expression grew darker, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “Because not everything has to know the truth. Especially when one of those those is nothing but a fabricated lie.”
I felt a sudden chill run down my spine. “What do you mean?”
Forbes’s eyes bore into me, his gaze intense. “Dennis didn’t just betray you. He lied to me, too.”
My mind raced, trying to process his words. “What are you talking about?”
Forbes took another step closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “Has Dennis ever told you the real reason we had a falling out because of what happened at college, or did he ever tell you that he lied about you and his relationship so he could hook up with Nikki?” His eyes were like lasers, cutting through my confusion. “Or that he got Beatrice drunk so he could do it behind your back and pretty much got me expelled because of it?”
The floor felt like it was dropping out from under me. I had suspected that there was more to the story than what I had been told, but the revelation hit me like a ton of bricks. My mind reeled as I thought back to the nights I had spent with Dennis, the passion and the promises, all seemingly built on a foundation of deceit. “What are you saying?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
Forbes’s expression softened slightly, but the anger remained in his eyes. “I’m saying that he’s not the person you think he is. He played you, (Y/N). And he played me, too.”
Hearing this coming from Forbes left me feeling my chest tighten with fear and anger. “So this whole time when I knew about him hooking up with Nikki, it turns out that…why doesn’t this surprise me” I had always had my suspicions about what happened that night, but to hear more of it from Forbes’s own mouth was a different kind of betrayal.
Forbes looked at me with surprise, his expression a mix of shock and relief. “You didn’t know?”
“No, and I didn’t want to since it never mattered at all, he and I were just FWB, and nothing more than that…so what was the point,” I admitted, feeling the weight of the past heavy on my shoulders. “But I didn’t know about the Beatrice part and why you got expelled.” My voice was small, and the hurt from that long-ago betrayal was still raw. “I ended it because I knew he hooked up with Nikki, but I didn’t know about that part of the story.”
Forbes’s eyes searched mine, the anger slowly fading into a mix of regret and sadness. I took a step back, the walls seemingly closing in on me while feeling like the floor was going to give way beneath me. Forbes reached out, his hand hovering near my shoulder.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this, (Y/N). But I thought you should know.” His voice was gentle, but the damage had been done. The trust I thought I had once placed in Dennis felt shattered, like a mirror reflecting a warped image of what I thought was real.
I stepped away, my eyes filling with tears. “I just…” I said, my voice shaking. “I just can’t deal with this right now.” Without waiting for a response, I turned and exited the area to go upstairs, making my way towards the bedroom where I could be alone. The door slammed shut behind me, echoing the chaos in my heart.
Forbes started to follow me to calm me down but was stopped by Reuben, who had noticed the tension between us. “Hey, what happened with Y/N?” Reuben said, placing a firm hand on Forbes’s shoulder, with everyone noticing and wondering what was going on, especially Dennis.
I didn’t wait to hear Forbes’s response as I rushed up the stairs, my thoughts racing faster than my heart. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and as I pushed it open, the coolness of the air hit me like a slap in the face. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the walls and ceiling as the party lights outside the window cast a kaleidoscope of colors. I collapsed onto the bed, my mind reeling with the revelations.
Just as I thought I was going to be alone with my thoughts, the door creaked open and I saw Dennis’s silhouette in the doorway. I sat up quickly, my eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger.
Dennis took a step into the room, his expression one of confusion and concern. “I heard you guys talking downstairs,” he said, his voice low. “What’s going on?”
I wiped away the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. “You know what’s going on,” I spat. “You’ve been lying to me, to everyone.”
Dennis’s eyes widened in shock. “Lying? What are you talking about?” He took a step closer to the bed, but I held up a hand to stop him.
“Don’t,” I warned, my voice shaking with emotion. “You know what you did.”
Dennis looked at me with genuine confusion. “What are you talking about, (Y/N)?”
“Beatrice,” I said through gritted teeth. “You not only got her drunk so you could hook up with Nikki easily behind my back but you also lied about what happened that night which got Forbes expelled. Forbes just told me everything.”
Dennis’s face fell, and he took a step back. “(Y/N), come on I can explain-.”
“Don’t Dennis” I said, my voice shaking with anger. “You had no right to do that to me, to Beatrice, and especially to Forbes”
Dennis’s eyes searched mine, and for the first time, I saw the cracks in his usual bravado. He looked genuinely remorseful. “It’s not like that,” he began, but I cut him off.
“Don’t bother,” I said coldly. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. You can keep playing your immature games, but I’m done being a pawn.”
Dennis looked like I had slapped him, and for a moment, I felt a twinge of regret for the harshness of my words. But the hurt was too deep to let it go just yet. He took another step back, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “You don’t understand,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass from downstairs.
“Then make me understand,” I challenged, my voice stronger now. “Because right now, I feel like I don’t know you at all.”
Dennis took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s complicated,” he began. “But I never wanted to hurt you okay.”
I looked at him, my heart feeling like it was in a vice. “What do you mean?”
Dennis took a moment before speaking. “Back then, I was going through a rough patch,” he said, his voice tight with tension. “I was feeling lost back then. I made a mistake, and I’ve regretted it every day since.”
“What mistake?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my anger.
He took a deep breath. “I was drunk, and I tried to make a move on Nikki,” he admitted, his eyes dropping to the floor. “But she rejected me, and I…I didn’t handle it well.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I took it out on Forbes because he was there, and because I was jealous of what you two had.”
I stared at him, my emotions a whirlwind. “What? So what about Beatrice then?”
He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, meeting my gaze. “That was just me being stupid and reckless. I didn’t mean for it to go that far, but it did.”
The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air between us, the silence thick with unspoken words and painful truths. I felt the anger start to dissipate, replaced by a sadness that seemed to fill every corner of the room.
“Why did you do that to me then?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Dennis looked up at me, his eyes filled with regret. “I was stupid,” he said simply. “Cause I thought our relationship back then was nothing serious, and I didn’t think about how you would feel back then, and because of that I ended up losing you, and I lost my friendship with you.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process everything he had just told me. It was a lot to take in, and a part of me wanted to believe him, but the hurt was too fresh, the betrayal too deep. “I need some time,” I said, my voice shaking. “I need to think.”
Dennis nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “I understand,” he said softly. “It all makes sense on why you ended it with me, and I completely understand, but I want you to know that I’m sorry, and I’ll do anything to make it right.”
With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. I was left sitting on the bed, the room spinning around me. The music and the laughter from downstairs seemed so far away, a distant memory from a life that now felt shattered.
The door opened again, and Forbes stepped in, his expression unreadable. “You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff.
I looked up at him, feeling raw and exposed. “I don’t know, I really don’t know Forbes”
Forbes sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I never wanted this to become like this,” he said. “But I couldn’t just stand by and watch him lie to you.”
“Why did you tell me this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He took a step closer, his eyes searching mine. “Because I care about you,” he said. “And I don’t want you to get hurt.”
The sincerity in his voice hit me like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, the room didn’t feel so big anymore. “Do you like me?” I managed to ask, my heart racing.
Forbes took a deep breath. “What?”
The words hung in the air, charged with meaning. I could feel the tension between us, a live wire threatening to spark at any moment. “You know what I mean,” I said, my voice shaky.
"He took another step closer, his hand reaching out to touch my face. “I’ve always cared about you, (Y/N), especially back then when we first met,” he said, his voice low. “May I?”
I leaned into his touch, feeling the heat of his hand against my skin. “What?” I said to him,
Forbes looked at me for a long moment, his thumb brushing gently against my cheekbone. “May I do the thing I always wanted to do?” he said, his voice a whisper.
The room grew warmer as we sat there, the air thick with unspoken desires and the promise of what could be. And as the music and the party continued on downstairs, we both knew that the night was far from over. The decisions we would make would not only affect our relationships with each other but also the trajectory of our lives. The question was, would we have the courage to face the music and dance in the storm?
I looked up at Forbes, his eyes filled with a fiery intensity that made my knees weak. I felt the heat of his hand on my cheek, the gentle brush of his thumb sending shivers down my spine. The air between us was charged with something electric, something that had been there for years but had never been given the chance to truly spark to life. And as I searched his gaze, I knew what he was asking.
“Yes,” I murmured, the word barely escaping my lips.”
Forbes’s expression shifted, the anger from earlier fading into something softer, something that made my heart flutter. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, tentative at first, as if asking for permission to proceed. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss. The room around us disappeared, replaced by a swirl of passion and need that had been simmering just beneath the surface for so long.
We didn’t break the kiss as we moved towards the bed, our bodies pressing together, the heat of our desire burning through our clothes. Forbes’s hands roamed my body, exploring curves and dips that had only ever existed in his imagination until now. His touch was firm but gentle, his every move speaking of a long-held restraint that had finally snapped. I could feel his hardness through his pants, and my own arousal grew, wetness spreading between my legs.
The music from downstairs grew louder as if in response to our passion, the bass thumping in time with my racing heart. Our kisses grew more urgent, our breaths mingling as we tugged at each other’s clothes. His shirt came off first, mine then came off, I began to trace my fingers over him, feeling the warmth of his skin and the tension of his body beneath.
Forbes’s hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of me, setting my body on fire. He unclipped my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and took my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples until they were hard peaks. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fumbling with his belt. He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine, and helped me push his pants down, his boxers following.
My eyes took in his naked form, the coloured blue light from the outside casting shadows on his body. His cock stood proud and erect, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. Forbes noticed and smirked before gently pushing me onto my back on the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to kiss a trail down my neck to my chest. His mouth found my nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I arched my back, my hands threading into his hair as he teased and nipped at my sensitive flesh. His other hand slid down my stomach, slipping into my panties to find my already-soaked pussy. His fingers began to stroke and circle my clit, building the pressure inside of me. I moaned his name, my hips bucking against his hand as I grew closer and closer to the edge.
Forbes’s mouth left my breast and moved down my stomach, his tongue tracing the waistband of my underwear. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled it down, leaving me fully exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes locked with mine, he leaned in and flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my legs falling open wider as he began to lick and suck, his soft cheeks moving gently against my sensitive skin.
The room was filled with the sound of our panting breaths and the sweet symphony of his mouth on me. My hands tangled in his hair, guiding his movements, urging him to go deeper. His tongue slid inside me, stroking my inner walls in a way that made me see stars. I felt my orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was all I could think about.
“Forbes,” I moaned, my voice strained with need.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, and then he slid a finger inside me, curling it in a way that made me cry out. He continued to lick and suck, his other hand playing with my clit, until I couldn’t take it anymore. The orgasm crashed over me, my body shaking with the force of it, my eyes rolling back in my head.
But just as the last tremor of pleasure was fading, there was a knock on the door, a sudden intrusion into our heated moment. I froze, my body going rigid as Forbes looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “It’s probably just someone looking for the bathroom,” he murmured, but something in the way he tensed made me think otherwise.
The knock came again, this time louder. “Y/N, you still in there?” It was Dennis’s voice, and it was clear he’d heard something. The air in the room changed, thick with the scent of confusion and the unspoken question of what the hell was going on.
Forbes looked at me, his hand still resting on my thigh, and I knew we had to address this. I took a deep breath and sat up, pulling the covers up to my chest. “Get dressed,” I whispered to him, standing up to go to the door.
Forbes went up to the door to open it but not fully due to you still being naked, Dennis looked at Forbes with confusion etched on his features, but the sound of his voice seemed to snap him out of his daze. “What’s going on?” he asked, his eyes darting at Forbes being so intensely.
You took a deep breath and made a bold decision. “You can come in, but there are conditions,” you called out, your voice firm despite the tremor of excitement and nerves that rushed through you.
Dennis’s eyes widened as Forbes opened the door a crack, and he saw the state of undress we were both in. His confusion grew more apparent, but the curiosity in his gaze was unmistakable. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice tentative.
I took a deep breath, feeling the thrill of the moment mingle with the apprehension. “I want you to come in, but only if you’re willing to be honest,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremble of nerves.
Dennis looked from me to Forbes and back again, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue. “Okay,” he said slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
Forbes stepped aside, allowing him entry into the room. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice low and cautious.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “We’re going to put the past behind us,” I said, looking at both men. “If we can all be honest with each other, then maybe we can move forward.”
Dennis looked at me, his expression a mix of disbelief and hope. “So what are you saying?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “I want all of us to be honest with each other,” I reiterated. “We can’t keep playing these games.”
Dennis looked at me, his expression a mix of confusion and desire. “What are you saying?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the situation intensify. “I’m saying that I want both of you,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. “But only if we can do this without any more secrets or games, and only if you’re comfortable with it.”
Dennis’s eyes searched mine, his expression a tumultuous storm of emotions. “Are you sure, (Y/N)?”
I nodded, my heart racing. “Yes,” I said firmly.
Dennis stepped further towards you after you commanded him to come over, his eyes darting between Forbes and me. He looked surprised, but there was something else in his gaze, something that made me believe he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. “What would you like to do?” he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.
Forbes and I exchanged a look, the air in the room thick with the unspoken understanding of what was about to happen. “Forbes, you can come over now.”
He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he sat down beside me. The tension between the three of us was palpable, the air heavy with anticipation. Dennis looked at Forbes, his eyes searching. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice tight with emotion. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.”
Forbes’s expression didn’t change, but his posture relaxed slightly. “You should be,” he said, his voice low and even.
Dennis nodded, his gaze flickering down to where my hand still rested on Forbes’s thigh until he looked up at your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, looking back up at me. “For everything Y/N.”
Forbes’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move away from me. Instead, he watched as Dennis began to move towards you and him, his own curiosity piqued. “What would you like to do Y/N?” he asked again, his voice softer this time.
I looked at Forbes, his hand still resting on my thigh. I took a deep breath and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want you both to kiss me,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath.
Forbes’s eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as it was gentle. His hand slid up my side, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. Meanwhile, I felt Dennis’s hand on my other thigh, his warmth a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. He watched us for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and trepidation, before leaning in to kiss my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
The sensation of having both of them touching me, kissing me, was overwhelming. It was a fantasy I never thought would come true, and yet here it was, unfolding before my very eyes. The room was a whirlwind of sensations: the taste of Forbes’s mouth, the feel of Dennis’s lips on my neck, the warmth of their bodies pressed against me.
For a moment, all the anger and betrayal fell away, replaced by a burning desire that had been smoldering inside me for years. I felt alive in a way that I hadn’t since college, since the night everything had gone so wrong. And as their hands roamed my body, as their mouths worked in tandem, I knew that this was what I wanted. This was what I needed.
Dennis’s hand slid under the covers, finding my pussy again, his fingers stroking my still-sensitive clit. Forbes broke our kiss, moving his attention to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple as I moaned. The feeling of their combined touch was exquisite, and I didn’t know if I could handle much more.
But then, as if reading my mind, Forbes pulled back, looking at Dennis with a question in his eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, his voice gruff.
Dennis nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “If it’s what she wants then I’m okay with it,” he murmured, his voice filled with something that sounded suspiciously like awe.
With that, the last of my inhibitions crumbled away. I reached out and took hold of Forbes’s cock, stroking it gently. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them to look at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Dennis leaned in, his mouth finding mine again, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand joined Forbes’s on my body. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt my body respond in ways that surprised even me. My hips began to rock, my need for release growing with every touch, every kiss.
The three of us moved together in a silent dance of desire, each of us giving and receiving pleasure in a way that transcended the petty rivalries of our past. We were no longer just three people with a complicated history; we were a single entity, bound by lust and passion.
But as the night wore on, and the party outside grew louder, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a fleeting moment of insanity or the beginning of something more. I know me and Dennis could never work again for obvious reasons but with me and Forbes, I’m finally ready to open that new chapter in my life, especially now that I can finally close that previous chapter of my life.
So as I lay there, sandwiched between them, feeling their hearts beating in sync with mine, I made a silent vow to myself. I would do whatever it took to make this work, to make us work. Because at that moment, with their bodies entwined with mine, I knew that I didn’t just want Forbes or Dennis; I wanted them both, and I was willing to fight for it.
Forbes looked at me, his eyes hooded with passion. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked again, his voice low and gruff.
I nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement run through me. “Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “I want this.”
With a nod, Forbes leaned in and kissed me again, his hand moving to my other breast, his thumb and forefinger playing with the nipple. Meanwhile, Dennis’s hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him. I moaned into Forbes’s mouth, my body on fire with need.
Dennis’s hand slid down to the base of my spine, his fingers pressing into my skin as he began to rock against me. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, against my thigh, and the thought of having both of them inside me was almost too much to bear. “Please,” I begged, my voice a whimper.
“You want us both?” Dennis asked, his voice a low growl, causing Forbes to break the kiss he was having with you.
I nodded, my eyes wide with desire. “Yes,” I breathed. “Both of you.”
Forbes’s hand moved down my body, his fingers finding my wetness. He slid one inside, and I gasped at the feeling of fullness. “Look at me,” he murmured, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently.
Dennis leaned in and kissed me, his hand joining Forbes’s between my legs. They moved together in perfect harmony, their fingers exploring me, bringing me closer to the edge with every stroke. The room spun around us, the only anchor of my two lovers, their eyes never leaving mine.
I could feel my orgasm building again, the pressure growing until it was all-consuming. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Forbes withdrew his hand, and Dennis pulled away. “Turn over,” Forbes instructed in his low voice.
I complied, my heart racing as I positioned myself on all fours. I felt Forbes’s hands on my hips, guiding me back until my ass was in the air, and then the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
I nodded, my eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. “Yes,” I moaned. “Now.”
Forbes pushed into me, filling me completely, his cock stretching me a little bit open in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. I gasped at the feeling, my body adjusting to the sudden intrusion. And then, just as I was getting used to the feeling of him, I felt something else near my face: Dennis’s cock, holding his cock against my face, seeking entrance into my mouth.
My eyes opened so slowly due to Forbes being inside me, and I looked up and down Dennis and tried to look over my shoulder at Forbes, but Dennis grabbed my chin and made me look at him with my eyes wide with shock and excitement.
Dennis’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw the same excitement reflected in his gaze. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion as I opened my mouth, he lined himself into my mouth while stroking himself. “Can you close your mouth for me please” and with that, as I closed my mouth around his cock, he slowly pushed himself in and out of me, filling me up along with Forbes. The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being completely and utterly filled by them both.
They began to move together, their rhythm matching the beat of the music outside. I moaned with every thrust, my body rocking back and forth between them. The pleasure was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I knew that this was what I had been craving, what I had been searching for.
Their hands roamed my body, their breaths hot against my skin as we moved together, as one. It was as if we had always been meant to be this way, as if the universe had conspired to bring us back to this moment.
But even as I lost myself in the sensations, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all just a dream. At any moment now, I would wake up to find myself alone, the memory of their touch a fleeting illusion.
Forbes’s hand found its way to my clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I felt my orgasm building again, the pressure growing until it was all I could think about.
Dennis’s grip on my hair tightened as he picked up his pace, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in harsh pants. “I’m going to come,” he warned, and I eagerly took him deeper, swallowing down every drop.
Forbes watched us, his own climax building. “Look at us,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “We’re all we’ve ever needed.” And with that, he had also come inside you as well, luckily enough you were on birth control so you didn’t have much to worry about.
But the words resonated within me, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I finally came, my body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. They followed soon after, both of them groaning with pleasure, their bodies convulsing in time with mine.
As we lay there, tangled together in a mess of sweat and desire, the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. We had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But as I looked into their eyes, I knew that I didn’t regret it. If anything, I wanted more.
We lay there, our breaths mingling, our hearts racing. For a moment, it was as if nothing else existed outside of the three of us. But the music from the party was a constant reminder that the world didn’t stop turning just because we had found each other again.
Eventually, we had to pull ourselves away from each other, the stickiness of our bodies a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Forbes leaned in and kissed me softly, his eyes searching my face. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “More than okay,” I murmured.
Dennis leaned in and kissed me too, his hand stroking my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
We shared a moment of silence, the gravity of our situation weighing heavily on us. This wasn’t just about sex anymore; it was about finding a way to move forward together, despite the mess we had made of our past.
But as we lay there, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly possible. If we could ever truly forgive each other, if we could build a future on a foundation of broken trust and shattered hearts.
As the night grew later and the party downstairs wound down, we lay there, tangled in the sheets, our bodies still humming with the aftershocks of our shared passion. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the silence between us filled with unspoken questions and fears.
Forbes was the first to break the silence. “What now?” he asked, his voice quiet.
I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist while his hands were trying to find mine. “Well…” I said, “I have no idea?”
Dennis opened his eyes, his gaze moving between us. “What are we going to tell everyone?”
Forbes and Dennis exchanged a look, and I could see the wariness in their eyes as we took a collective deep breath, the weight of our decision sitting heavy on our chests. “We can just simply pretend nothing happened, and that we can, we can just tell them we spoke about what happened years ago, that way no one is suspicious,” I said, looking at each of them in turn.
They both nodded and as we climbed out of bed and proceeded to get changed back into our clothes, we were acutely aware of the shift in our dynamic. The beef that had once stood between us was now a bridge we had crossed, and we were standing on the other side, at least I’m now ready to face whatever came next.
As we walked towards the hallway and down the stairs, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging and a new sense of fresh air. Dennis was always gonna be my past but now I’m no longer worried about him being in my present. But with Forbes, it was different now, Forbes went from being in the past to now being my present, and hopefully, my future. We all came full circle, and I was eager to scribble the next part of this saga, though the plot was anything but predictable.
The music grew more boisterous as we neared the living area, its bass thumping in sync with my erratic heartbeat. Our friends looked at us with a mix of shock and excitement, sensing the change in our relationship. Dennis went towards Reuben to catch up and pretended that nothing happened
Nikki was the first to approach us, her eyes wide. “What happened?” she demanded, her voice a mix of whispers and shouts.
Forbes wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Maybe you could tell everyone here Y/N,” he said with a smirk.
Brooke looked between us, her gaze shrewd. “What is that?”
I looked at her, my chin up. “I finally asked him out,” I said simply.
The room fell silent, the only sound the thump of the music. And then, slowly, smiles began to spread across the faces of our friends and loud excitement was nearly all me and Forbes could hear. They did actually expect me and Forbes to get together especially during and after college.
But within the confines of the room, we had created our own little world, a bubble of passion and hope. And as the music grew softer, and the lights outside grew dimmer, everyone was nearly getting tired, everyone drifted off into the rooms they were staying in for the night.
Obviously, while everyone wasn’t looking, Forbes, Dennis and I went back into the room all of us were in, changed and got into the bed. As we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms until tomorrow when the big day has finally arrived.
The next morning, the light from the windows cast a gentle glow across our tangled limbs, and the reality of the night before settled in. The air was charged with a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. Forbes stirred first, his arm tightening around me before he pulled away to look into my eyes as him and I were awake now. “Last night was…” he trailed off, searching for the right words.
“A mistake?” I offered, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
He shook his head firmly. “No,” he said, his eyes intense. “Last night was necessary. It was the truth we needed to face.”
Dennis rolled over, his eyes still closed. He looked peaceful, but I knew the turmoil he must be feeling. The three of us had danced around our feelings with each other for so long, hiding behind a facade of anger, betrayed and competition. But now, the masks had fallen away, revealing the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface.
Forbes leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Can’t believe we’re actually a thing,” he murmured.
“I know,” I whispered back, my voice heavy with the weight of the secret we now shared.
The door opened, and Reuben poked his head in, his eyes bleary from a night of partying. “You guys okay?” he asked, his tone casual, but the tension in the room was palpable.
Forbes nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady. “We’re just…talking.”
Reuben’s gaze flickered between us, and for a moment, I thought he might suspect something. But then he shrugged and closed the door, leaving us alone once more. I’m surprised he didn’t even notice Dennis in here with us.
Speaking of which, Dennis stirred, his eyes finally opening. He took in the scene before him, and a look of understanding passed over his face. “What did you guys talk about?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
Forbes and I shared a look, and then, together, we told him about how Forbes and I are a couple now. The words tumbled out in a rush, the confession of our feelings, the night we had shared. The room grew silent as the reality of our admission sank in.
Dennis sat up, his expression unreadable. “You both…?”
“It just happened,” I said quickly. “Guess it was kind of meant to be I suppose”
For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared at us. And then, to my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me softly. “I’ve always loved you, (Y/N),” he murmured. “And if this is what you want…” He turned to Forbes. “And if you can handle it together…”
Forbes nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can handle it.”
Dennis took a deep breath, and then he kissed me again, this time with more passion, more urgency. And as Forbes watched, something in the air shifted. The tension between us transformed into a different kind of energy, one that was filled with hope and potential between me, Dennis and Forbes.
I had taken the first step into a world of unknowns, a world where the rules were mine to write. It was a dangerous path I used to walk, one fraught with the potential for heartache and betrayal which I ultimately faced. But in that moment, as I laid with Forbes Dennis who were tangled with me, the warmth of their bodies surrounding me, I was glad to finally resolve the one thing that was bothering me the most.
The day of the wedding passed in a blur of hushed whispers and stolen glances, our secret a thrilling undercurrent to the festivities. We played the part of friends, laughing and joking with the others, all the while feeling the pull of the passion we had unleashed in the quiet of that bedroom.
But when it was time to leave, we found ourselves alone once again. “I guess this is it huh, back to reality I suppose,” I said, looking from Forbes to Dennis and back again. “Yeah,” Forbes said while nodding. “What about you Dennis, you’re gonna be okay with it?.”
Dennis took my hand. “You two look Pretty cute,” he said and then followed it up with this. “I’ll be fine on my own.”
And so, as Dennis left the room and decided to get ready, Forbes and I began to also get ready as well to leave, finally together as you two were going to be set out into the world, the three of us finally settling the past into the grave and finally moving on into the future.
At least I finally got to finish that book…"
Hello everyone, and a happy new year everyone (I know it's a bit late). But yes, my story "Playboy/Loverboy - Forbes & Dennis" is finally out now, I am so glad I finished it as now everyone will be able to get to see this. Now there is a little disclaimer that the story I wrote that takes place in the IWI universe has been altered but I forgot that Dennis was technically with Nikki during the whole Beatrice stuff so that's a little error but I did try my best to stay close to the story. Also let's get the IWI fandom back up, I need posts that have full fledged details about the characters like if you're playing a video game and looking into a character profile bio. Please, the IWI fandom needs to rise especially since it's a new year, so hopefully this year can go well and if not, I'm gonna cry. But I'm gonna try my best to bring something fresh and refreshing to the fandom especially with the stories so stay tuned for that. But anyway thank you guys so much for reading this and hopefully you can give it a like, reblog and a comment or even a request for another story and I will talk to you guys later....peace....
