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[s1ck-1n-l0v3]

Teacher

See thru: need a friend? (Char/s: friend) (Oneshot) (Suggestive)

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"Hey, friend?" I call out to the blonde splayed across my couch, belting his heart out to whatever white girl song is playing on the TV.

Tripping over my own feet, I catch myself on the back of the seat, nearly headbutting friend as he sits up to the call of his name. "Yes, sweetheart~?"

My head feels heavy as it falls onto my arms, gripping onto the cushions as my jelly like legs stumble yet again. He mirrors my actions, laying his own head down, turning on the couch to be able to sit comfortably.

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" My speech is slurred and were it not for the fact that he's been drinking too, I bet it would have been an unintelligible question.

I wait patiently for a response as I watch him think for no more than a moment before confidently answering, "Nope!". He pops the end of the word and I can't help but chuckle.

Heaving a deep sigh, I close my eyes before standing up straight. "Yeah... I guessed as much." Moving my legs feels like a manual task as I round the couch (with great difficulty, almost knocking a lamp over in the process) before falling back, relaxing against the cushions. Lolling my head in his direction I give a smile, patting his thigh.

Friend can't help but feign an offended gasp, clutching his chest, "Are you trying to say I'm not relationship material?" He wipes a nonexistent tear before letting his gaze fall to my hand on his thigh. I hadn't even realised I left it there. I'm quick to attempt to pull in back before a warmth envelopes it, his hand moving my own up and down his thigh.

I feel the couch shift as he leans in close to me, "You feel that?" A shiver travels down my spine as he huskily whispers in my ear. "That's boyfriend material."

Silence.

Oh no... That's bad.

Laughter bubbles up my chest as I push him back. "Oh my god, you suck! Go away, cheeseball." He's quick to join in on the laughter.

I lean forward, grabbing my glass from the table, bright smile still lingering on my face. The strong taste of alcohol lingering on my tongue doesn't make me recoil in disgust like it had a few hours ago and based on the blur coating the world and my insatiable desire to get up and dance (despite my lathargy), I think it's suffice to say I'm sufficiently drunk. Chances of me remembering tonight are about 50/50 and declining rapidly with every gulp.

"Why'd you ask anyways~?"

I pause for a second, advertising my gaze to the TV, taking another sip."... Just wondering." Letting my eyes travel back up to his, he doesn't seem all too convinced. With a dramatic sigh, I stare into my cup.

"Okay, fine, it's really embarrassing but... I've never been in one either. Wouldn't even know how to go about getting into one..." Throwing myself back, I fall back into the cushions. "I mean, I've never even kissed anyone before! I don't know what I'm doing, I'm screwed!" My arms move to gesture only to curse quietly as I almost spill the remainder of my drink.

Friend is quite for a while, absorbing my words, until he eventually pipes up. "I can teach you if you want." Mouth full, I hum, raising my eyebrow at him in question. With a drunken giggle, he leans in ever so slightly, a lopsided smile adorning his face."How to kiss~"

A lightbulb suddenly goes off in my head, face brightening with excitement, I didn't even know this was an option."You can? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, anything for you, sweetheart~" He continues to smile lovingly at me, one hand reaching out to play with the ends of my hair, leaning his head in the other. "But it's only if you want to."

My gaze travels up his arm until I meet his face again, hesitation littering my face. "And it won't make things awkward or weird?" I can't help the nervous giggle that leaves me.

"Of course not, promise."

I sigh shakily, letting my nerves go, "Okay, wait." I say as I chug the remainder of my glass before setting it down and turning towards friend again, excited.

The excitement doesn't last long when I realise that I really have no idea what I'm doing. Friend chuckles, letting his hand travel from my hair to cup my warm face, leaning till his lips are a mere inch from mine, pausing for what I assume to be permission.

With a sharp inhale, I push forward, almost too desperate. I'm stiff, despite the alcohol controlling my body, and I hear friend chuckle as he pulls back. "Careful now~"

"Start slow..." He pulls me in again, leaving short, sweet kisses on my inexperienced lips. "Do something with your hands..." His free hand grabs my own, setting them on his shoulders. "And relax~"

"It's just me~"

His voice travels straight to my core, my stomach twisting in ways it never has before. Something about the gentle hold he has on me, how carefully he's walking me through it, the husky depth of his reassuring voice.

Has he always been this gorgeous?

The look in his dark eyes, the swoop of his soft blond hair, the dim light of the long forgotten TV illuminating his face in all the right ways.

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with my best friend.

Maybe it's just the alcohol? Yeah...

With renewed vigor, I tangle my hands in the back of his hair, pulling on it in a desperate need for more. His response is immediate as he opens his mouth, tounge exploring my mouth.

Still don't know what I'm doing but I think my determination is enough to make up for it.

His hands travel down to my waist, squeezing and kneeding before pulling me gently. In return I lift my leg to straddle his, only for my foot to get caught on god knows what and I fall backwards off the couch.

I feel hot and heavy, face flushed and body sticky with alcohol and arousal. My chest heaves to draw in breath as I see friend lean over from where he was seated.

"You alright, sweetheart?" I nod silently.

With an exasperated breath, I huff, "you're a really good teacher."

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For the best

See thru; need a friend? (Char/s- Friend) (Oneshot) (Hurt/comfort)

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My gaze stays glued to the pristine carpet under my feet. The soft fibers mould around my socks in a gentle and warm embrace, ruining the perfect hoover lines. It looks new, completely untouched by anyone before me. I'd say everything in this room is, but I can't bring myself to look and find out.

I'm unable to move, my entire body filled with static that is much to loud for me to handle, fingertips tingling and ears ringing. I just don't understand how this could happen... How I didn't notice...

"ey- hey! Are you okay?"

I feel their hand on my shoulder but it does little to comfort me. His smooth voice doesn't cut through the static like it used to, doesn't shut out the world, doesn't make the nerves go away. It doesn't make me feel safe, not now, not here, not... Like this.

A sigh, "I know you're confused right now, that's okay." The bed dips beside me, i feel their heat. He's sitting close to me... To close. "Listen-"

"No!" I jump away, arm moving to brush theirs off my shoulder as I stand. I step forward watching my feet sink into the carpet with each step. "I don't want to listen, not to you, not now."

The silence is deafening, I feel my heart quicken, the static only growing louder with my anger. "In what world do you think this is okay, that this is for my own good? How could you do this to me? To us?" My jaw clenches. "You're my best friend, so why... Why would you ever do something to threaten that?"

A shaky hand comes up to brush my hair back, head lifting as I glare at the door bolted shut in front of me. "You broke our bond, ruined the trust we hand." My throat constricts with a bitter, humourless chuckle. "Why? Because you were feeling a little jealous that I was making new friends? Because I told you I couldn't hang out because I was working? Because I was too tired to go out and do something with you?"

"That's not it-" He stops himself with a deep sigh, removing the irritation from his voice. "You work so hard everyday, harder than anyone else. Nobody appreciates how hard you try, nobody appreciates you... But I do." I hear the gentle thumps of their feet approaching me. I don't dare turn around.

"I see how stressed you are. I'm there for you after a long day of being yelled at, and all the extra work nobody wants to do. After your 'new friends' conveniently forget to include you-" His voice drips with venom as he mentions my college friends. "I'm there for you when nobody else can be bothered to care."

It's quiet for a moment, but I know they're still behind me. I close my eyes, willing my breathing to even out, begging the static to go away so that I can think for even just a second-

His hand gently cups my own, pulling ever so carefully so my body turns to the side and he can finally see even just a fraction of my face.

"You're asking why."

Warmth envelopes my cheek as they turn my head, and I finally look at them. The world goes quiet.

"It's because I love you."

His gentle, loving expressions swirls as my eyes brim with tears and my breath catches in my throat, a quiet sob falling past my lips.

I can't stop my body from moving, collapsing into their arms, bawling the back of their shirt in my hands as I cry helplessly into his shoulder.

"I don't want to have to hate you for doing this..." I choke out.

His nimble hand comes up to the back of my head, nestling gently in my hair, landing a soft kiss to my temple.

"Then don't."

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Please note that any behaviour exhibited within my writing is purely for entertainment only, and should not be recreated or romanticised in real life. Many of the themes depicted are crimes.

More categories will be added as I play/ watch more, or apon request.

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Your boyfriend

See thru; need a friend?

For the best (Char/s- Friend) (Oneshot) (hurt/comfort)

Boyfriend to death (1&2)

Teacher (Char/s- Friend) (Oneshot) (suggestive)

The price of flesh

John doe

Lurking for love

Br0ken colours

Dachabo

My dear hatchet man

14 days with you

You and him

Mushroom oasis

The kid at the back

The coffin of Andy and Leyley