Huey Freeman X Reader

Huey Freeman X Reader

  • WpView
    Reads 39,953
  • WpVote
    Votes 826
  • WpPart
    Parts 16
WpMetadataReadOngoing57m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 15, 2019
You have lived in Woodcrest for most of your life and had many friends including Riley, And Huey Freeman. After you move away there was no hope of ever seeing them again but when you do come back feelings between you and Huey become more mutual and personal will it be a game of love? Or war? (6/12/23 - i wrote this years ago in seventh grade so please spare me , i appreciate all the love that this "book" still receives to this day !)
All Rights Reserved
#57
hueyfreeman
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My Obsession #2
  • 𝘽𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀𝙔 | 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘚.
  • Jazz Up
  • The Boondocks
  • his rules.  // riley freeman
  • Destined By Fate
  • The Boondocks: a Huey\Jazmine love story
  • Fuck buddies
  • Feelings For U
  • Bad Friend Means Bad Brothers

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines