#IT WAS SIMPLE IT WAS SWEETNESS IT WAS GOOD TO KNOWWWWWWW

[nasa-parker]

i could feel myself at the precipice of losing my mind in those tags lmfao

anyways here’s a link to the song i was talking about in them: https://open.spotify.com/track/4zXuYQNDmw3dlauyc8q3Kd?si=dTkTq75-RGqroQXw46fz-A

hi love!!! can i request bestfriend!james x reader where she tells him she’s never been kissed out of love and not just to start a hookup and he kisses her and tells her he loves her

hey! this is the cutest idea ever tysm for requesting my <3<3 i forgot the ily so pls fogive me

It’s a movie that does it. 

James is your best friend. You’d tell him anything without worrying too much about it, even the stuff that isn’t so pretty. 

“That must be nice,” you say under your breath, distracted by the couple on screen. The man is gentle, holding her hand in his as he leans forward. They kiss, passionate but contained, an ebbing and flowing. 

“What is?” he asks, leaning his shoulder towards yours to show he’s listening though his eyes stay glued to the screen. 

“You know, their kiss.”

You don’t know why you said it to begin with, content and always so comfortable with him. Now, you squirm, ashamed at your confession. James doesn’t seem nearly so perturbed. 

“You’ve never kissed someone?” he asks, sounding confused. 

“I mean. Yeah, I have, but…” They kiss again. You turn your face to look at James’ eyes in the dark. “Never- never just to be kissed. I’ve been seduced,” you say, laughing, trying to make light. “I’ve been kissed at the start of…” 

You feel abruptly embarrassed as James turns his face to yours. He’s pensive, reaching for words. “Do you want me to?”

You’re silent. He smiles reassuringly. 

“I’d love to kiss you,” he says warmly, “nothing else. If you’ll let me?”

You don’t realise how much you want it until you’re nodding, a lump of emotion in your throat like glowing coal. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Okay.”

The arm between you moves lightly over your ribs, the other twice as cautious as he raises it to your face. You close your eyes as his thumb ghosts under your eye. 

You don’t know how to be kissed. You sit very still as James moves in, the only indication of his proximity the sighing of his trousers as he moves. 

His lips are hot. It surprises you, the heat, the lack of fireworks. He breathes you in, encourages your face to one side and aligns his lips with a firmer pressure and- oh, you think. There’s the fireworks. Pinhead bursts of heat, dizzying warmth. You smile by accident, find his lips mirror yours. 

“Stop smiling,” he whispers, mock cross. “I can’t kiss you if you’re smiling.”

“Sorry,” you whisper back. 

He strokes your face and moves back in, that ebb and flow of affection you’d yearned for between you so completely unlike the crashing kiss of a hook up. Your chest feels light and your hands itch to be touching him. You’re not sure if it's okay when you reach for him, hesitant. 

The tip of his nose touches the side of yours as he pauses to say, “You’re alright, sweetheart. Here,” he takes your hands in his and situates them on his waist. 

One stays behind, holding your hand. The other returns to your chin, gently pulling your mouth open. The kiss changes, the intensity grows, and you can’t believe how much you like to be kissed. You grow a little more confident, find yourself pushing up into his mouth. 

Even the end of the kiss is nice. He slows, pauses, gives your damp, tingling mouth reluctant pecks like he doesn’t want it to end. His chin just towards his chest as the kiss ceases. You find his eyes are already open, looking at you with an unreadable emotion. 

“Was it as nice as you thought it would be?” he asks. The trace of worry in his tone hurts your heart.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding happily even as overwhelmed tears fight to well in your eyes. 

You blink rapidly and he sees this, hands nudging you forward. He wraps his arms around you, guides your head into his shoulder. You hug him gratefully. It feels nice to be wanted without being wanted. To be kissed with no need for a furthering of touches. James doesn’t want anything from you but you, and it aches. 

“Maybe you'll let me do it again sometime,” he says carefully. 

You smile into his shirt, trying not to sound overeager. “Sometime,” you agree. 

[omgbrownie20]

The Thing to do....

so this whole staying in next in driving me nuts...

I dunno about anyone else but like it.. like honestly for the first three days it felt like a blessing but now it getting a little annoying soooooo I have decided to come up with a simple to do this that I want to accomplish during this time period as I know it is something to do and plus if I post to on here then I can hold my self accountable for it as is it is on the internet smart thinking I knowwwwwww.

The thing I am going to do on this isolation :

Watch my watchlist on Disney

Do my Tumblr

Make sure stick to my workout plan

YouTube

Simple and sweet and honestly thank goodness for Grammarly cause this post would have been interesting and wouldn't have made sense, not one little bit.

Brownie