Sprouse Twins // Gifs, Imagines, and One-Shots

Sadness // Dylan x Male!Reader // Post Breakup

Taken from a writing prompt by @/promptsforthestrugglingauthor on Tumblr. Written entirely in Dylan's point of view, months after his breakup with male!reader. If you'd like to see more of these two and their characters x male!readers, be sure to let me know! Also, this is super short, as it was intended to be.

     I had my first boyfriend at age 14. No one knew, aside from Cole, of course. It was our little secret. It was never bound to last long. While he moved on to high school, I moved to private tutoring, pursuing my acting. It didn't take long for us to break up.

     It wasn't until I was 16 that I dated another guy. Just some backup from the show, who I slyly got the number of. It was a lot more difficult then, I think. I was in a constant spotlight, tiptoeing around people, being sure nor to let little things slip. 

     When I dated girls, it was whatever. Disney and teen magazines thought it was the best. I liked it, because I could be affectionate in public, if I wanted to. But there was a thrill to being with a guy. It was that mystery that no one even knew to begin with. What was happening behind the curtain. Doors locked, holding secrets of long nights which no one would even know about until years later, after I left Disney. Whispers and stolen kisses defined the secrecy that was my relationship with any male. To them, it was frustrating. But to me, it was exciting.

      Then I met him. When I was older, experienced, and serious. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, still slightly being a kid at heart, but there was no mistaking this feeling. An instant smile, a small laugh, and then I fell. Metaphorically, of course.

     We dated for about a year and a half. A year and a half of holding hands, cuddling, kissing, soft touches, being us. Being public. A year and a half of pure love. But something this sweet is bound to turn sour. And, somewhere, in the back of my heart, there was an ache that would never stop. No matter how much I hoped and dreamed, some of my desires would stay just that—tucked away to rot there.

      But I never got used to life without him. It seemed like a one in a million that I would pass him on the busy streets of New York, but he was always there. He was always popping up. I was still head over heels in love with him, but I knew he lost that spark a long time ago. That is the desire inside me that rots away, everyday leaving me hoping it will  be gone the next. Everyday me being disappointed. Everything I did to build that perfect life with him, everything I did to show him how much I loved him, all gone.

     I know I had never been the affectionate type. But with him, I was sure it was different. It was cute, and fluffy. It was intimate, and new. It was strange, but it felt just right. But now there is nothing. Nothing but me, and me alone. And Magnus, of course. Maybe it'll stay that way for a while. I hope so. I can't bare to get my heart broken again.