Haiya! Imma try my hand at fluff. Idek.
So, It's gonna be as cute as i can make it. LEZZDODISTHANG
~~~~Pewdie's p.o.v.~~~~
I loved how when i hugged him, he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.
I loved that when he slept, he would murmer my name, so softly, that i could barely hear it.
I loved the way he blushed when i teased him about his habits.
I loved everything about him, really.
His soft hair, his deep voice, his eyes, his laugh.
I even loved his bullshit excuses for not cleaning the dishes.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
When we met, I was 21 years old. My birthday had been a few days ago, so I went out drinking with my buddies, like most barely-legal adults. I had drunk 2, 3, 5 shots at least, when i saw him. He sat on a stool a few seats over from mine, and he looked up at me, and smiled. Not the sloppy, drunken, lustful smile that most people were wearing, but a real, genuine smile that went up to his eyes. It sobered me up immediately. I don't know how, but, through my drunken haze, i could somehow see his every feature, hear every sound he made, and even smell his aftershave through the stench of sweat and alcohol.
I remember him asking my name, and my eyes watering at how beautiful his voice was. I remember how he helped carry me to my buddies' car when I needed to go home. I remember, that when i grasped and him and moaned his name, his beautiful name, he smiled, and offered to take me home himself. I remember how much i loved the worn, soft passenger seat of his old car. I remember his breath on my neck as he carried me to my bed, as I had whined that i couldn't stand.
But i especially remember, that when i grabbed the collor of his shirt, and desperately pulled him down onto my bed as I fell, that when he landed on me, his lips met mine.
It was an amazing feeling, and even though I was drunk at the time, i knew that I didn't want it to stop. I squeezed his waist and cried when he got up to go, and I knew that he had a weak smile on his face, and wouldn't leave until I let him. As i drifted off to sleep, he stroked my hair lovingly, as if i were his child or something.
And now, i'm doing the same for him. He's nuzzling his head into my neck, sitting on my lap, crying about how his girlfriend had cheated.
And I remember.
We're not together. We're just friends, who are so cheap that they share a 1-room apartment.
Even though, you sit on my lap when we watch movies on our old couch, and we've shared drunk kisses, and you say my name too often for just a friend, and when you're scared of the dark, you ask me to sleep with you and i end up hugging you and kissing your cheeks and neck the whole night long,
The one thing about us that i forget is,
It's only a crush.
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I don' know. it's kinda sad.
Agh. Jdneisndid
Any requests for one-shots? Hnn?
I'll do em here.
I'm tired, so time to go.
*huggles to all!*
