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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… you and braeden grew up together but when he finds fame you find yourselves growing apart.
✮ … growing up you and braeden were inseparable. since late childhood when he moved to your hometown. you have seen every single era that he’s ever had, and reverse, he’s seen every single era you’ve had.
you witnessed him find his love for music. he’s written songs for you, for his family, for his crushes, he wrote a song for everything and you loved witnessing the outcome.
you supported him through everything. everytime he cried you were there to comfort him. every time you cried he was there for you. you both provided so much for eachother that you could never fathom growing apart.
when he joined a program in la you still saw him. he came home often so your friendship never changed. you’d always call and facetime, missing each others presence.
he then went from band to band with the same friends before he finally got some traction after releasing music. he told you all about it. that was the most excited you’ve ever seen him.
you were happy for him. so happy. he had wanted that for years.
with this change in his life though, you both started to grow apart. it happened slowly but it happened.
then came a time where you were viewing his life through the screen. pictures of concerts, interviews, more concerts, just him living his life.
he said he’d visit you but eventually he had you waiting.
you waited. for anything. a call? a text? a surprise visit? but it never came. his life changed and you slowly were forgotten. it hurt. it stung. you were his supposed best friend and yet… when fame came, you disappeared in his eyes.
a few years had gone by, he had tours and released albums but even when you’d see or hear about them, it effected you less and less each time.
then, surprisingly with no warning you heard a light knock at your front door.
confused you made your way down the stairs cautiously not to make any noise just in case it was someone you didn’t want to open up for. you leaned forward taking a peep at who it was and all your blood rushed away from your face.
“braeden?” you whispered through the dark night.
you swallowed harshly, feeling your stomach church. what was he doing here? you thought to yourself.
you felt yourself physically start to shake out of nervousness. it’s been a good couple of years since you’ve even heard from him… and here he was.
you took another peek into the hole in your front door to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. his hoodie was soaked from the rain that had been falling for days. his hair was longer than you remember, his eyes looked tired, eye bags apparent.
you stood there just dumbfounded wondering if you should open the door. you took a deep breath creaking the door open. he stood there, his facial expression looking like he didn’t think you’d answer.
“you’re… home.” you hesitated. the town was his home… or did you mean yourself? “i mean, back here, in town.” you corrected yourself.
“yeah, for awhile.” he cleared his throat.
you took a deep breath, not wanting him to get sick — so you stepped aside and let him in. he walked in, knowing where to go and what exactly to do. he slipped off his shoes hesitantly before removing his hoodie. his hair was damp and unfortunately for you, he still had that same appeal.
he stood there not knowing what to say. he rubbed his hands down his face trying to grow the courage to say something, anything — but you were first.
“why are you here braeden?” you asked. it wasn’t with a curious tone, it was more so a tone of irritation— and to him it was unmistakable. it was like a full circle, hearing you irritated with him. he didn’t know why it didn’t phase him as it usually does. probably because he was just happy to hear your voice in general, whether you were upset with him or not.
“i… i didn’t know where to go.” he stated, fully aware of how pathetic is sounded.
you laughed, humorlessly. “didn’t know where to go?” you scoffed, “you knew where else to go for these past few years im sure you could’ve found someplace other than here.” you looked away, feeling yourself becoming heated.
he winced at your comment you were right, he knew that. “i… i was just waiting for it to settle down. i…” he tried to explain why you hadn’t heard from him. in reality he was just giving an excuse to why he hadn’t contacted or visited you in years.
you pressed your lips together, “ohh right settle down. and did it?” you crossed your arms.
silence. that’s all you received.
you looked away trying to control your emotions. seeing him here… you didn’t really get to think about how you’d react, so everything was raw. too raw. you felt like he was a stranger. like you couldn’t be emotional around him.
you swallowed before speaking. “you left me. you left me watching you from behind the screen. everything… everything about you from there on out i found out through the internet.”
he sighed shaking his head. “i know..” he stated.
you felt yourself losing grasp on your sanity. “you don’t get to know now. you knew then… and you still—” there it was. your voice cracked and your throat was closing.
you closed your eyes feeling the tears stinging your eyelids. your lip quivered, moving you to step back a bit not wanting him to see your vulnerability.
growing up he always got emotional whenever he saw you in pain — and at this age it was no different.
his lip trembled and he stepped closer. “i’m sorry… i thought in order to chase my dream i had to sacrifice…i had to lose everything i loved.”
you shook your head stepping further back. “well you did lose me. i don’t know if you… you necessarily loved me. but you definitely lost me.” you stated, wiping the tears you tried to hold back.
“of course i love you yn. you’ll always be who i love.” he stated, as if he got offended.
“not now. i’m… im not going to be in your life anymore. i can’t be.” you choked out, barely registering the use of present tense love.
no yn. please, i… im so sorry.” he begged, his eyes glossy. you could see how harshly he swallowed. how badly he didn’t want to cry.
you sniffled. “you’re too late.”
you stood there, both quiet, the only thing cutting through the silence was the rain hitting the ground outside.
his heart clenched. his lips quivering and eyes blinking fast to try to make his tears disappear. “yn… you mean everything to me.” he whispered, his tone pleading.
“no. i don’t. because if i did you wouldn’t have pretended i didn’t exist.” you looked at his face. he pressed his lips together nodding while staring at the ground.
you knew you had to stay strong. you just had to let him go.
he took a deep breath. “yn…” he trailed with a begging tone.
you shook your head. “i think you need to go.” and he did.
he respected your decision and left. without a word, without a goodbye, without looking at you — he was gone.
later that night, you cried more than you ever thought you could. your chest ached. your hands shook. every corner of the room reminded you of him. the quiet felt heavier than his absence. all the memories that you had with him in there springing up out of nowhere.
days had passed, you tried to refrain from looking him up but you failed.
eventually a month later you looked him up and there it was. wallows dropped a new song that fans were going crazy about. everyone was trying to analyze it. you then got a message from one of your mutual friends.
hey, this sounds a little familiar idk… i thought you’d wanna hear it.
you didn’t want to listen to it but you did.
the first line mentioned rain. “rain on the windows but i cried more that night.” the second mentioned someone waiting by a door. “waiting there for what felt like forever, and even then i’d wait longer.” the chorus hit. it was you. every word was you.
you sat still, the music filling your brain. you heard his members singing but when you heard him, it was like he was speaking to you. you noticed his voice cracking on one of the lines, “left you behind when you were constantly on my mind…”
you didn’t cry this time. you didn’t smile either. you replayed the song once, then turned your phone face down. your entire life spent with him replaying on repeat as you eventually memorized the lyrics, memorized the melody, but tried to forget the memories.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 .ᐟ smut, sub!braeden, fem!reader, begging, overstim, very quick orgasm, dry palming (!?), very short srry but it gives you more imagination question mark
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ... braeden hardly ever likes being out of control unless it’s you who’s in control
✮… your hands moved down braeden’s shoulder as you attempted to help him relax under your touch. “don’t know what i’d do without you.” he mumbled, as the tension immediately was released from his shoulders.
he sighed, his voice low and shaky. he pressed his face against your neck for a moment as your hands moved further down his body, soft whines escaping his lips.
you allowed your hands to drift, slower and slower down to where it seemed he craved you most. “please mama… need it.” he begged.
you smiled, pouting your lips. “need it? you need it bad?” you questioned.
he nodded, moving your hands over his manhood. he started rubbing your own hands over him leading him to become harder under your touch.
you allowed him to move your own hand over his thin shorts. breathy groans escaped him as he moved harsher over his sensitive tip. he pressed his lips together trying to suppress himself but he couldn’t help it.
it wasn’t long before he came, just all inside his shorts. his legs shook as his head moved back resting on the couch. he let go of your hand feeling the overstimulation but you couldn’t help it — you kept palming him through his shorts seeing the growing wet spot.
“fuck. baby— too much.” he moaned, clutching the bottom of his shirt. “gnna cum again.”
“then cum again baby. make a mess.” you grinned — and he did a second time all under a minute. “such a good boy for me huh? making a mess in your shorts. so needy.” you combed back his hair.
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … cole comforts you after he came home to you upset and emotional because your so-called friends.
✮ … you had always heard your friends complaining about the lack of time you spend with them. you were apart of a trio — which you’ve heard endless negative things about — but you couldn’t help thinking your trio was different. apparently not.
they would hangout without you and use your boyfriend cole as an excuse. “you’re always with your boyfriend yn, that’s why.” “we knew you’d say no.” “it’s not a big deal, you’re always with your boyfriend.”
it was endless and it made you feel shitty. yeah you had some good times but those were when you made the plans and reached out. other than that, it was always the same; and today was no different.
you had gotten on instagram like anyone does out of boredom and saw your two closest friends had an active story posted. you clicked on it expecting just some random stuff like usual but it wasn’t. it was a .5 of them together at halloween horror nights. the very plans that you had wanted to make with the both of them.
you brought it up once and it was always, “we should.” or “that’d be cool.” and that’s it. no further conversation. you sighed at the multiple posts. not wanting to tap further you decided to just lock your phone and take a deep breath.
it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.
you repeated these words to yourself but you couldn’t take it anymore. your throat started closing and your tears began flowing. they felt endless. it was like all the disappointment that you’ve been holding in your chest finally got to you.
you covered your eyes but eventually started to enter that gasping stage of a sob. your lip was quivering and your nose was running, it was horrid. you hated crying like this but you couldn’t help it. they were supposed to be your best friends. your ‘ride or dies.’
you sat there dwelling on what you had seen that you hadn’t realized an hour has gone by and the door to yours and your boyfriends apartment creaked open.
you looked up seeing him walking in, hair a little messy and tired eyes. as soon as he saw you, at first he smiled, feeling relieved that he’s finally coming back home to you — then he noticed your glossy eyes and puffy cheeks.
you sniffled, feeling the tears coming back to the corner of your eyes as a look of concern passed over cole’s face.
“baby?” he set his things down. “what’s wrong? are you okay? are you hurt?” multiple questions made their way past his lips but you didn’t respond. you couldn’t, it was like you saw the posts all over again.
you broke down in tears once again. cole hurriedly walked towards you pulling you into his arms. “oh baby.” he sighed, trying to comfort you.
he let you cry in his arms, just trying to sooth you while caressing your back. he squeezed you in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, trying to comfort you in a way that wasn’t going to upset you further.
as soon as you calmed down you took a deep breath. “my friends went to horror nights without me, even when i had mentioned we should go.” your words came out along with a congested tone.
he let out a deep breath, already feeling himself start to get upset. “god i’m sorry.” he sucked his teeth trying to contain his irritation. “we can go. want to go? i’ll get tickets right now.”
he knew it wasn’t going to fix the ache in your heart caused by the friendship but he didn’t know what else to say other than what he really feels.
“i do want to go and don’t get me wrong it would of course be fun i just — they’re always complaining on how i don’t put effort in our friendship and that i am always with my boyfriend but i just— i tried.” your voice cracked, feeling yourself become emotional again. “i tried to make the plans. i even tried to figure out what day and the tickets… i just. i don’t know what to do.”
he listened to you rant and felt himself wanting to just say what he was thinking. he knew he had to… you had to hear it. “can i say something?” he asked softly wiping your tears. “those girls are not your friends. they’re not.” he stated. “if they are mentioning that you spend too much time with me but don’t acknowledge your existence and words — it’s not about me. it’s about them.”
you listened quietly to his words. taking a deep breath.
“they’re probably jealous. jealous that you found someone you enjoy being around and someone you feel like you can be yourself with. they’re jealous because they haven’t found that yet. it’s envy and that’s not a friend.” he caressed your hair, staring longingly into your sad eyes. “remember, people don’t rank relationships by status, they rank it by treatment. if i treat you better, that shows how horrid their idea of a friendship is.”
the last thing he said made so much sense to you. don’t rank people by status, rank by treatment.
“so do you think i should just… stop trying?” you asked quietly, sitting up to look at cole.
he lives his lips. “if that’s what you feel like you’re comfortable with doing and you think it’ll be good for you… then that’s what you choose.” he said taking your hands, “you’ll still have me at the end of the day, okay?”
you took a deep breath before nodding slowly. “okay.” you whispered. “thank you.” you bit your cheek.
he let a smile rest on his lips just admiring you. “mhm, of course baby.” he planted a kiss on your cheek. “want me to look for tickets?” he grinned.
you tilted your head with a smile. “if you waaant.” you giggled.
he pulled you closer to him kissing your head. “okay.” he whispered before pulling out his phone.
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