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Best-friends brother 🕸️🕷️
pairing: earth 42!miles x black!reader
warnings: light swearing
Summary: You were alone with your best friend's brother, something was doomed to happen right?
a/n: I had nothing to write, then this idea randomly popped into my head while playing gta
Miles exited his room, grabbing a glass of water but stopped midway when he saw you sitting on the couch. “Yo, need some company?”
You looked up from your phone “Nah, im fine.”
He smirked “You know Kayla won't be getting off work until 10 right? Won't kill you to socialize a bit.”
“Im not in the mood, Morales.”
He put his glass down and sat beside you “You good Ma?”
Despite your close friendship with his sister, Miles was someone you could always trust and come to for advice. However, you’ve been looking at him differently lately, he was getting taller, more muscular and handsome. Nonetheless, you knew how much of a risk it would be to act on those feelings, so you tried to push them back for the sake of your best friend.
You shook your head “Some nigga been stressing me out and shit.”
Miles laid back on the couch “What, he ain't treating you right?”
You shrugged “He just be giving me mixed signals, wants me to meet up with him and then doesn't call me for days, like what?”
He scoffed “You too pretty to be dealin’ with that, drop him the fuck.”
You looked at him with a surprised expression, not expecting him to say that at all.
Miles smiled at you as he scooted closer “What? You don't think I find you attractive?”
You turned your head away, trying to hide the blush that was forming on your face.
“Nah nah nah, lemme see your face.”
You sighed turning back to face him “Don't you have a game to get back to?”
He ignored your comment, his eyes looking you up and down “You know what's crazy? I've been noticing that you dress differently when you know im gonna be home. Like your hair would be done or you wear something more presentable than sweats.”
“Nigga please, you need to be humbled.” You responded knowing damn well he was right.
He let out a small laugh “ight whatever but I find it cute.”
As the silence lingered for a couple of minutes, it seemed like the both of you were leaning in closer towards each other, your faces only a few inches away.
“You know we shouldn’t….do this..”
Miles licked his lips “Mhm..yeah but we both have wanted to for a while mami..”
Fuck, he was right.
Just before things escalated, you both heard the sound of keys unlocking the door, causing you to move back to your original spot.
“My bad girl, my boss had me working extra hours like some slave.”
Kayla looked at your face, acknowledging how red it was “Was my brother bothering you?”
“Nah, he wasn’t.”
After
After.
After. After it all. After the rough filling. The bruising of your softest tissues. The marks. The taking of more than your body. After one more orgasm than you believed possible. After you are left breathless and limp. Spent. After all that, still... the tiniest of smiles.
La regarder boire son café,
Cette tasse, se mettre à la jalouser
Qui entre ses mains
Se fait emprisonné de son écrin
Du bord de ses lèvres elle y dépose un baiser
Elle y exerce un souffle léger
Se délecte de ce chaud breuvage
Ce moment devient mirage
Et là à ce moment donné
Je suis devenu une tasse de café
Makes me yearn for my moon....
I am grateful for my moon, it shines on me whether I'm quiet, unhappy, hurting, happy...... It doesn't just come out when life is good and it certainly doesn't stay hidden when it's rough.
Album art for me friends! Charcoal mixed with glue, inks, & acrylic
Link to their newest single, 'loved':
Chocolate is often considered an aphrodisiac and a mood booster because: It has feel-good chemicals – like PEA and serotonin – that can make people feel happy or loved.
“I wanted to feel loved without feeling like I was begging for it.”
-unknown
We shall die but not this night.
This night is us on a bed in a rose garden looking at the stars laughing at the odds that had thought we couldn't meet and love and laugh and last.
Love on the Plaza.
I wrote to her
my fantasy love letters,
and she replied
to them
in reality.
Jessica,
3rd Home,
Little Attics Apartments—
you were crude
and jolly,
and now,
irreplaceable.
she was a puppy wrapped in wolf skin. And it took me ages to see— but when I did, I never let go.
my gentle hands, my tender hold, learning her softness beneath the wild.
And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.
And if you think I need help , the only kind I deserve is to understand me. I have been misconceived thus misjudged for ages am yearning for that feel, the feel to be be guessed right.
Read the lines and if you love all the words making up the sentences, know you have no escape. Read the lines, yourself. Avoid interpreters, historians too will do you no good for they are clung to the past and love has always survived in the present.
I wish I were Heather
I wish I were Heather. That’s not her name but now everyone knows what I mean since Conan Gray explained it to us.
I wish I were her. Not only because she is one of the prettiest human beings I’ve ever seen and not because she is just as nice as an angel and vibes positivity, but because someone told me how you are feeling about her.
“He’s in love with her.” I guess that sentence will reverberate in my mind for quite some time. I still remember feeling the sadness crawling up my throat and stopping me from breathing. Gasping as the pain slowly sunk into my bones. That’s where it’s still sitting right now.
I wish I were her. Not only because she is closer to your age and she has already been friends with the people you hang out with before they even knew me and not because she lives closer to town so you somehow always end up at hers whenever you don’t have a ride home, but because I feel you drifting away from me while you seem to be getting closer to her.
I know you love me. Your brother basically tried to tattoo that onto my forehead because he knows how much I doubt it sometimes and how easy it is for me to put myself down. But I don’t think you know it.
What you know is that your sisters love me. The little one begging the older one to convince you to marry me one day and the older one telling me, smiling and nodding her head, that she can see it as well and she is praying that you won’t fuck it up. You know that.
You know that your brother loves me. Not as much as your ex, but “super fucking close” as he always says. I get it, he’s best friends with her so I totally get it. And I am thankful for your brother because he is the mental support I need whenever I feel stuck with our situation. He’ll tell me you love me, he’ll tell me your family loves me and he’ll tell me that he loves me most. Because he likes the you that you are when I’m around and he thanks me for making you happy again after such a dark time in your life.
And as much as they tell me that you love me I still wish I were her. Because as much as I loved seeing how happy you are with me, the more it breaks my heart to see how your eyes sparkle around her.
I loved building you up and I loved how you helped me to build up myself again, but I guess it’s her turn now. She gets what I built.
That’s why I wish I were her.
...
...
And to add something that fits with Conan Grays song a little bit more: I once took your sweater when you gave me your keys to go get the wine and when I came back and you saw me in your sweater, you said I looked like the smallest bean you’ve ever seen and threw me over your shoulder. We laughed. We were happy...You never gave her your sweater, the one you left me was cotton, not polyester. I still wish I were Heather.
What should I do to make you realize that you are deserve to be loved?