#im sorry if i missed any mistakes or typos

[gasstationlady]

GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

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yourusername

liked by oliviarodrigo, yourbestie and 4,779,774 others

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestie soooooo proud of you 🥹 this album is amazing

user teenage dream made me BAWL i love you 😭😭

user MISS Y/N, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN

oliviarodrigo obsessed.

user omg are the songs about drew

enews

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enews In Y/n’s new album, “Guts,” Y/n shares information on her old relationship with Drew Starkey. The pair started dating last year until ultimately breaking up in the beginning of 2023.

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user omggg this is the drama i’ve been waiting for

user you guys really chose to focus on this when not even half the songs are about drew

user this album saved 2023

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, bellahadid and 6,313,074 others

tagged yourbestie and conangray

yourusername some GUTS bts, still can’t believe it’s out but i’m so happy it’s yours!!!! been sitting on these songs for a few months and although some of them are a little outdated, they still mean a lot to me!!

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conangray spilling my guts absolutely everywhere

yourbestie LETS GO GUTS

user album has in fact been on repeat since the release🫡

user “a little outdated” girl please elaborate you can’t leave us hanging like that 😭😭

f1updates

28,459 likes

f1updates Lando Norris with fans in New York! Most likely staying there until the #SingaporeGP

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user 🤤

user what is he doing in new york?

↳ user no literally bc it’s kinda sus there’s no reason for him to be there 😭😭

user ugh he looks so good

deuxmoi

57,380 likes

deuxmoi 🚨 NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨

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user obviously it’s y/n l/n but which driver???

user you guys are srsly bored

user kinda iconic of her to go from drew to an f1 driver

↳ user fr i just know drew has to be feeling some type of way rn

user Y/N DATING AN F1 DRIVER WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, zendaya and 2,116,844 others

yourusername soooo excited to be performing at the @/VMAs!!! make sure to tune in on Tuesday at 8pm on #MTV

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yourbestie talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before

zendaya AHH can't wait!!

user wait am i crazy or am i connecting the dots right now

landonorris

liked by danielricciardo, charlesleclerc and 1,950,468 others

landonorris Quick NY stop

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danielricciardo Where was my invite?

↳ landonorris ...

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH OMFG

↳ user the fact that he was the one to soft launch first IM CRYING she's living my dream 😭

user is that y/n 😭😭

user GUYS ITS HAPPENING

drewstarkey

834,801 likes

drewstarkey bad idea right?

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user this is so messy omg 😭😭

user NO HE DID NOT

↳ user wait i'm so confused why are people freaking out?

↳ user "bad idea right?" is one of the songs y/n wrote about him and the song literally talks about her wanting to go back to him

user posting this right after guts and lando's soft launch is CRAZY

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 social media au #lando norris x reader #lando norris x singer!reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris au #f1 fic #instagram au #social media au

[angel-ghosts-pet-gremlin]

Welcome Home, Simon

"Love.." Ghost mumbles while you cuddle into his chest, while he's reading his book

But, its not your fault. See, Ghost went on a 2 week mission and as his girlfriend you were worried as fuck, wondering if he was ok, if he needed anything, as if you could help him.. You dont respond to Ghost's mumbles, you just hug him tighter, wanting to protect him from anything as if he was leaving or would be taken from you. Ghost moves a bit when you hug tighter, then he puts his book down and hugs you back, his arms wrapping around your back as he gives you a quick peck on the forehead.

"Keep reading..just ignore me Si.." You mumble in his chest, staying still with your arms wrapped tight around him. "Can't love, especially since you're huggin' me so fuckin' tight.." He responds, moving a bit. You never noticed how tight you were hugging him, yeah you knew it was a tight hug, but you didn't know it was that tight. You let him go a little, but still hugging him. "Sorry Si.. I missed you..!" You respond with a whine, kissing his cheek. You then bury your face in his neck, kissing his neck and collarbone.

"Missed me that much, eh lovie?" He responds with a chuckle, holding your waist tightly as he leans up a bit on the couch, you in his lap. "I did! I missed you!" You respond, leaning up a little, your arms still wrapped around him. "How bout you shown me how much ya missed me, eh?" He chuckles darkly, picking you up and taking you into the bedroom with no time to protest.

Im cravin' this man rn! Also, this is my first writing, so I tried! Sorry for any typos or mistakes!

Remember I take requests!

#cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #soap mactavish #modern warefare ii #john soap mactavish #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #cod mwii #ghost cod #ghost x reader

[jikjinz]

★﹐this is overdose ．﹗﹑

anonymous asked: Can you please do treasure legal line overstimulating their s/o unintentionally kind off something?

cw: treasure legal line x fem!reader (separate); overstimulation (f!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), squirting kind-of?, fingering, tit play/nipple play, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up), aftercare mentioned; lmk if i missed any

a/n: back on my bullshit to drop a bomb and disappear. this is like a year late request so im sorry in advance but ig better late than never lol. enjoy <3 and btw this is little to no proof-read so yall dont see eventual typos or grammatical mistakes.

CHOI HYUNSUK 💭ˎˊ˗

it happened by accident

but when he noticed, his brain caught an error, a big one

keeps on going either way because you’re so gorgeous this way and he’s unable to stop

no thoughts in your brain right now, as your head is full of fuzzy pleasure and hyunsuk. that’s all you can think of and when you feel his tongue yet again on your clit you’re losing it.

hyunsuk is as well in his world… kind-of?? because his world right now consists of the most scrumptious meal he’s ever had. your pussy. and he loves the background music consisting of your moans, screams, and random blabbers you say occasionally. yet the moment your thighs shake and the most overpowering orgasm hits you while providing him the tastiest thing ever, hyunsuk finally comes back to reality. and as you try to calm yourself by breathing steadily, hyunsuk looks at your with his dreamy gaze, his lower face covered in his spit and your juices.

because you’re the best thing that he got blessed with and he hopes to keep you by his side until you two get old.

💭ˎˊ˗ PARK JIHOON

probably it was his goal

which he achieved

grins like a stupid idiot (which he is) at your fucked up state because it’s him, it’s park jihoon who got you to such point and no. one. else. ego boost 100

“jihoon, please, please, please jihoon-”

“please what, pretty baby?”

“make me cum already, stuff me with your-”

jihoon only chuckles like a jackass, staring back at you with that cute smile of his. you whine again, trying to hump yourself on his hand that’s between your legs. he’s rubbing your clit for some time now, ocassionally picking up on his pace and then harshly stopping. jihoon also is toying with your cute tits and those nice nipples of yours, driving you even more insane, causing you to think only about him, his actions, his hand, his length…

jihoon grabs your chin with his other hand and kisses you hastily, a perfect disguise for his fingers sliding in past your folds, causing you to moan right into the kiss and cumming immediately, too intensively for your senses to bear. jihoon, satisfied with the results, lets you to ride it all out on his fingers. and as you look at him with that half-lidded eyes and soft smile, he’s about to melt.

because you are the only one who makes his heart flutter in such indescribable ways.

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI 💭ˎˊ˗

once he did it, got so addicted to the result immediately

sent himself into the oblivion btw as well

stunned and amazed by the abilities of your hot body; would like to try this again

your body is on autopilot now, chasing that so much wanted pleasant high. mind went on a break, leaving your instinct to continue and all you got in your head right now was yoshi making wonders inside you.

“does it- ah! feel- good?” yoshi asks, his mind slowly ascending as well. the sight of your fucked out mind, your whitening knuckles from gripping the sheets so tightly… it’s all too much for him as well.

“uh- uh-huh!” that’s all he gets in response from you but that’s all he needs. and so yoshi continues, though he can’t do it for too long himself. he’s sure you’ve already milked him dry, yet you’re still going… until he feels something warm on his lower parts. smashed back to reality, yoshi smiles reassuringly, caressing your skin with his hand.

“you did so well, darling. i love you.”

because no matter how many times he’ll say it, it’s never gonna be enough and these words can’t cover the whole amount of his love for you.

💭ˎˊ˗ KIM JUNKYU

gets worried the moment he notices your fucked-out face

tries to check up on you but when you tell him to go on

his insides do flips at the sight of the results of his actions

you’re a moaning mess, eyes rolling back to see your brain, tongue out with no strength to keep it tense.

holy fuck, what is happening to you?

“keep going! don’t- stop!”

and as junkyu hears your trembling words, there’s a sheepish smile on his face. the fact that your head is empty already, only lust and the overwhelming pleasure junkyu provides with his actions is getting to his head, slowly, but it does. he still cannot believe that he does you so good and his confidence grows with each louder scream, each rougher scratch of your nails on his shoulders, and each plea of your to make you cum for the nth time. and as he’s whispering ‘i love you’ over and over into your neck, he really means it.

because no one ever got him so confident in himself as you do.

YOON JAEHYUK 💭ˎˊ˗

is in awe of the view in front of him

will stop if you want but that’s not enough for him

is the type to overstimulate you on purspose because it’s hot when you do it

jaehyuk can’t help but stare with wide open eyes and salivating mouth at your still spasming pussy.

“i’d love to see it more often, baby,” he says with that dumb boyish smile. right now, jaehyuk looks like a little child amazed by a new toy. he’s still staring at your entrance, in awe, trying not to hump himself between your thighs. finally, he looks at your face and gets close, so he can kiss the living shit out of you. you are just too good for him and he would give you the world if you’d ask. and he’ll start with a comforting bath, warm bathrobe, and lots of kisses and cuddles.

because he loves you so much and he knows you love him the same amount. but he still loves you a bit more than that.

💭ˎˊ˗ HAMADA ASAHI

did you so good for so long you squirted for the first time ever

blurted out some stupid bullshit because he loved that so much

will try to make you squirt again in the future (next time you get intimate)

“now that was hot as fuck.”

asahi stares at your soaked pussy and the wet stains on the sheets, in awe of your abilities. and as you squirm, trying to run away from his stare in embarassment, his heart swells inside his guts.

“darling, i love that you did it, it was incredibly hot and i wish to see you do such things more. it made me even more horny right now to be frank.”

you are able to only stare at him for a second, then chuckle at his honest words. as he sees your body slowly relax with each laugh, he smiles as well.

because he loved how you made his heart flutter with your smile and he would do anything to see you smile all the time.

KIM DOYOUNG 💭ˎˊ˗

another idiot who gets an ego boost

but is incredibly lost at what is going on with you

stops the moment you start crying out his name, does not understand the mixed signals of your words and body

“ah-! too- too much-!”

the moment doyoung hears these words, he stops his movements. indeed, he got lost in the pleasure the moment he slid inside, yet it seemed at first you were enjoying it as well. he has no idea what is happening to you but carefully watches your body, your each move, as he slowly tries to understand what do you mean.

“are you- are you okay, princess?”

the concern in his voice brings your senses back a bit and as you notice his worried stare, you try to say something coherent, though your fried brain can’t find right words.

“so good it’s- too much.”

what?

he is still looking at you and he still monitors your reactions but can’t help this cheeky smile. as he proceeds to finally get your words to his head, doyoung can’t help but kiss you.

because he did you so good it’s too much, all of it by accident, which only adds to his confidence.

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@ jikjinz / @ ness-iness 2023, do not copy, translate or repost without permission!!!

#choi hyunsuk #fics: treasure #hyunsuk smut #treasure smut #treasure smut headcanons #jihoon smut #doyoung smut #doyoung

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

Do you need a hero during your darkest hours? No worries, no fear! For I am Daichi Pheon-X, a sorcerer who fights evil spirits with the flames of the Dark Pheonix within me. And Oh, this is my trusted partner, Eito! Nice to make your acquaintance!

A JJK OC blog focused on adventure, crack! and feel good rps.

Rules,

Daichi & Eito,

Verses

Rules under read for mobile

No hate or drama – I don’t follow people who stir up either.

I usually follow back when it’s a fellow RP blog.

I do not rp smut with Minor RPERS ( That is illegal )

I don’t mind OCs or any fandom, but if it’s a fandom I don’t know about then I might send you an ask so you can help me fill in what the fandom’s about if it’s confusing. It will help us both! Or maybe surprise me!

As for OCs! I love OCS. After all, I am rping OC. That said, I don’t mind characters that seem like “sues”. So if you're a rper who is worried about your OC being 'sue', please let me up so I can help out. I believe as an artist and writer, RPers can help one another, especially when they’re new to the game! I think building an OC is a starting point, what they need is a journey. By 'journey' I mean by threads to see how your OC reacts with their surroundings. I believe it's a good way to build character development. OCs never stay what they are at the beginning. They grow. After all, OCs are like our babies.

That said, if I notice that you do not wish to develop well-balanced characters when getting feedback after several threads, I can’t follow you or RP with you any longer if it's not working.

Godmodding is not permitted. I won’t do it, so don’t please do it either. However, certain situations with an OP muse ( especially canon muses)  can be acceptable, but I would prefer to plot it out (especially in a fight scene) before your muse does anything to mine ( like who wins or loses or ending in a draw or the fight is interrupted).

As for the font sizes, I can change the font size to match your writing style in a thread if you wish. If my font or format is hard to read or the opposite, just ask!

I have some trouble with my grammar, but if we’re writing together, I invite you to correct it. Sometimes I get overly excited and write as fast as I think and even after double-checking, I might miss a few things like typos or grammatical errors. My apologies and please let me know if I have a typo or anything confusing, I make sure to fix it right away.

Please message me or inbox me if you have ideas for plotting. I love plotting threads and planning them.

If I made a mistake in the thread, or if the reply is at all confusing, please! Just PLEASE tell me in IM or ask and I can fix it! If there’s a need for any clarification, please ask me and I will answer right away.

I might not get to every one of my threads every single day. I am sorry for any delay, but I can’t write if I’m stuck and I can’t write if I’m pressured. I won’t pressure you, so please don’t pressure me. This should be fun, right?

I can create supporting characters or NPCs ( characters that are part of the story thread to move the plot along, like think of it as a mission or case.). If you need clarification, please hit me up.

I also draw my own icons! This includes Eito and Daichi/Kisho. Please, please, please do not take them without permission. I put a lot of effort into them.

Note: if I unfollow you which is HIGHLY unlikely for me to do so….please assume it’s a Tumblr glitch or misclick on mobile  ( like I misclick the follow button when I want to click on the ask button and then follow you back which is a likely cause ) which does happen. It happened to me a few times and to others as well. If I plan to unfollow you, I will let you know on IM or which is why our writing doesn’t click. Because of this, if you unfollow me whether I unfollow you first or not ( and I don’t remember that happening.) I will send you an ask to confirm if it’s a Tumblr glitch. If that is not the case, please ignore the ask and I will understand thinking it’s a softblock and I will move on after a week of waiting. 

Interacting with Daichi/Kisho

I love fighting and serious rp, as well as crack! So I’m flexible!

I have no qualms about writing problematic and dark themes. I mean this is JJK, right? Shit happens!

I don’t mind RPing action, gore, dark or anything! (romance is rare)

Speaking of romance, romantic relationships are rare for me. If you request one, it needs chemistry and time between our muses ( a slow burn) especially if they have incredible dynamics. I don’t like when relationships between our muses don’t develop and go straight to romantic without any reason. I do not mind if your muse wants to date my muses but you must ask and it needs to have a good reason why though. I recommend a good story with a reasonable plot that can possibly build up a romantic relationship between them over time. That said, I have the right to disapprove if I feel if it doesn’t work out.

As for other ships, I mostly prefer platonic, rivalry, mentorship, friendship, enemies, frenemies, dependence, familial, sisterhood, brotherhood, and bonding. Again, romance is pretty rare for me but I’m not against it, it just needs development between our muses to get there. 

That said, I do not ship adults with minor muses in romance ships.

One more thing! You have  FULL permission for your muses to hit and discipline Daichi/Kisho, if he does something stupid or says the dumbest things. It is allowed and encouraged. Sometimes that guy needs a reality check and it’s a way to pull the reins on him if he does something crazy that is dangerous. So if your muse has the urge to smack him upside the head or bonk him because he does or says something stupid, please feel free. 

I think that’s all for now! If there is something that is not in the rules that you need to ask or have concerns about. Please let me know.

With that said, thank you so much for reading the rules! I appreciate it and so let's have some fun!

#jujutsu kaisen au #jujustu kaisen rp #oc blog #self-promo #chunibyo-x-sorcerer #original character #jjk rp

[therianimal]

Subjective Experiences: an essay

Over the past few years I have developed a certain mindset that has helped me make sense of my nonhuman and plural experiences. This mindset is founded on labeling my alterhuman feelings as "subjective experiences". In the case "subjective" is not meant to diminish the realness of the experiences - quite the opposite, actually. The way I define "subjective experiences" is anything that isn't scientifically measurable, external and material, perceivable by more than one person, or able to be agreed upon collectively.

"The Earth is a sphere" is a concept that can be mathematically calculated as well as viewed from space, so I would consider it objective rather than subjective. "The sky is blue" may be a perception based on fallible human senses, but due to the universiality of the perception I would consider it to be relatively objective - at the very least it can be collectively agreed upon.

But "On an emotional level, I am an animal" is a subjective experience. According to this definition, "subjective" may mean unquantifiable, unproveable, not externally perceivable, or unable to be directly confirmed by others. Subjective experiences, as I define them, are contained within the confines of one's mind. Because no one can truly step into your shoes and feel *exactly* what you feel, no one can confirm or deny those experiences. Because science is limited to physical testing and external observations, it cannot truly measure the "realness" of such an internal reality.

The most important thing about subjective experiences is this: They validate themselves. There are only two ways for a subjective experience to be untrue: either they directly contradict an objective truth, or the person claiming those experiences is purposely lying. For the first case, "I have the body of a nonhuman animal" may be the subjective experience of a delusional person, but it is provably untrue based on both observation and biology. For the second case, if a person were to claim "I have multiple personalities" as a lie purposely told for sympathy, personal benefit, or forgiveness of a crime, then that statement would be untrue.

However, statements like "I emotionally feel like a dragon" and "On a psychological level, I have multiple people sharing my body" are not provably untrue, and (assuming they are honest claims) these experiences validate themselves. They are real BECAUSE they are experienced. Since they cannot be measured or confirmed as objectively true or untrue, their only proof is the fact that they feel real to the people who experience them.

This is why the arguments of "anti-kin" and other skeptics don't hold any weight. It is impossible to prove or disprove a subjective experience, and the experiences of alterhumans *are* real based on the very fact that we experience them. When it comes down to whether or not a subjective experience is real, the only question that can be asked is "Is this an experience that some people have?" If the answer is "Yes", then that's your answer.

This mindset has helped me immensely with combating my self doubt. There have been times throughout the years where I've been worried that my alterhuman feelings are objectively wrong; reminding myself that they are inherently subjective and using the phrase "These experiences are real simply because I experience them" as an affirmation has helped me put aside my self doubt and anxiety. Because subjective experiences validate themselves, I don't have to obsess about proving them. I can relax and allow myself to enjoy what I'm feeling without endlessly pursuing "objective" validation.

#alterhuman #therian #otherkin #plurality #therianthropy #otherkind #blue speaks #i didnt edit this one as much as usual so #im sorry if i missed any mistakes or typos

[mastery-in-procrastination]

Breather; Excerpt 1

“Can we finish this later?” Eilona asked. “We need to be at Great Parents first thing in the morning, and we still need to wake up the-” Eilona paused, not entirely sure how to contain your mothers, teacher, and a classmate in a single word. “Uhm, the people that came through with you.”

“Right!” you let go of Bhavish’s shoulders, clasping your hands together. “Who wants to wake up my moms?”

“Ha!” Meirl finally opened his banana and basically inhaled it. “As if any of us wanted to get on the bad side of your mothers on the first day!”

“Yes, any bad or uncomfortable news, you’re relying them.” Eilona added, her face serious.

You snorted, putting away your cup.

“And people call you brave,” Bhavish shook zis head, taking the cups to the sink.

“We are brave,” Eilona said, not a single muscle changing her expression. “But only when faced with people we don’t care about and probably won’t see again.”

“Because we’re most likely to kill them,” Meirl added. “That’s what they usually pay us to do.”

“Let’s be serious here, why would we let a rapist or an unapologetic abuser go?” You said. “Those are the true scum. They would only make a show of apologizing and continue in their merry ways. In most cases taking them out made the world a better place.”

“You’re not wrong,” Bhavish shrugged. “But let’s go now.”

First official excerpt! Found during making a proper timeline for what’s going on - barely 40k in and I’m already lost xD

@kuro-misaki @abalonetea @chiomaiswriting @all-my-novels

#Breather #Writeblr #writing #amwriting #excerpt #my writing #original writing #fantasy #its one of the better sounding parts #or at least one of the ones that have less missing words #also i found it kinda funny so whatevs xD #i think i might be procrastinating #but i really DO need a basic timeline of all that shit im making up on the fly #also zis isnt #isnt a typo #lizards use one type of pronouns ze/zim/zis #i only decided on it today so the last quote with Bhavish has incorrect pronouns #sorry about that #hope there arent any mistakes #but ill most likely find some after posting this

[killianglyndon]

Reunion (tbb ep.16 fix-it fic)

Pairing: Crosshair x Medic! Female Reader

Warning: tbb ep.16 spoilers, mentioned of killing people, inhibitor chip?, some kissing, grammar mistakes, typo (cause i didn’t proof read lol. im too tired to do that.)

A/N: anyway, i was so mad and sad about tbb finale, so i decided to write a fix-it fic. That doesn’t mean I hate the episode, this is just my version of story. im not really good at writing so...haha. that’s why im a gifmaker, also my main language is not English, so there would have some typos and grammar mistakes.

Word count: 1.6k

read on ao3

You and The Bad Batch were on the way to save Hunter. You knew this would be a trap, but you couldn’t help but think of a certain sniper, your lover.

You and the batch didn’t understand what had happened to him at first, his brother, your love. The way he called you and the batch traitor, the way he raised his gun to you, and the way he talked. This wasn’t him, this was not the crosshair you know. 

Then, it turned out that the kaminoans had implanted inhibitor chips in every clone to make clones blindly follow orders, even killing the jedi.

“Good soldiers follow orders” This line kept echoing in your head after you heard Crosshair say it. This, this was not the crosshair you know.

***

“You and omega wait here” Echo told you and omega.

“No, we should stick together!” Omega protested. 

You put a hand on Omega’s shoulder, trying to calm her.

“No, echo’s right” Wrecker agreed with him.

“Stay out of sight, if things go south we’ll send you a signal. Go back to the ship and contact Rex.” Echo added, looking at you and omega.

You gave him a nod and pulled Omega back to your side before watching them ascend to the training room.

You know how much Hunter meant to Omega, the way they interacted, and the way they cared for each other. You understood why the young girl looked up to him.

“Omega, I’m sure they’ll get Hunter back.” You reassured her.

“I know, and Crosshair.” She looked at you with her bright eyes.

You were a little shocked when she mentioned him. All this time, you tried so hard to suppress your feelings for him, your love for him. The batch knew that you missed him, they could tell. The way you stared into his empty bed, and the nights that you cried until you were too tired and the tears were dried.

“Yeah, and Crosshair…” You smiled sadly at the young girl.

***

When you and Omega joined the batch in the training room, you, Omega, and AZI stayed in one of the gun towers. That was when you saw him, your Crosshair. Hunter and he were tackling each other while Tech, Echo, and Wrecker were shooting the droids.

“I believe you may have activated a few too many droids.” AZI said to Omega and you.

“ We can see that, AZI.” Omega raised her bow, aiming for the nearest droid to Hunter and Crosshair. Meanwhile, you used your blaster to shoot some of the droids near the others.

***

After clearing out all the droids, you, Omega, and AZI joined the others on the ground. You walked closer to Crosshair and Hunter. 

You could see that Crosshair was shocked to see you, the coldness in his eyes, mixing up with a tiny bit of shock.

The big scar on the right side of his head was horrifying, did the empire did this to him? Your heart almost broke into million pieces, seeing the love of your life like this.

“Crosshair…” Your voice almost sounded like a whisper. 

For a moment, you see the real Crosshair, your Crosshair. But soon replaced by the coldness and aloofness.

“Crosshair, forget the empire. This isn’t you, it’s the inhibitor chip.” Hunter tried to talk some senses into him.

“Wrong.” Crosshair stared back at Hunter. “I had my chip removed a long time ago.” He added.

All of you looked shocked, Tech and Wrecker looked at each other, speechless. Hunter almost looked hurt. 

“Since when?” Hunter asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes”

No. No. This is not Crosshair. The Crosshair you know would never do this.

“Cross, the empire lied about many things, what if they lied to you?” You asked, trying to hold back your tears.

“This is who I am.” 

Crosshair tried to raise his rifle, but Hunter was faster. He stunned him before Crosshair’s attempt.

***

“Hunter, three Venators are descending on the city. We need to leave, now.” Tech stated.

“Wrecker, grab Crosshair. He’s coming with us.” Hunter grabbed Crosshair’s rifle and backpack, while you went to picked up Crosshair’s helmet.

You saw Omega gave Hunter a nod before walking away. Hunter caught you staring at him, so you gave a sad smile to him in return.

“He’s coming home with us.” Hunter said.

***

You and The Batch finally made it to Nala Se’s lab, Tech and Echo were currently trying to figure out a plan. After Crosshair and Hunter’s intense conversation, you saw him walking to the window and taking a seat to rest.

“AZI, come with me, I need your help on something.” You asked.

AZI followed you to Crosshair, you took a seat beside him.

“Crosshair…”

“What do you want?” He asked coldly.

“AZI is a medical droid, he can scan you to check if you still have the chip.”

“Indeed, I helped CT-5555 removed his and CT-5385’s chip according to my memory database.” AZI said.

“Fine.” Crosshair agreed reluctantly.

“CT-9904, this scan only takes a few seconds” AZI said before scanning Crosshair.

To be honest, you knew he still had the chip, you hoped he still had the chip. Cause there was no way, no way the Crosshair you knew would be like this.

“The scan is completed.” AZI said.

“So..?” You asked.

“CT-9904 still has his chip, the chip’s effect was weakened due to the injury from ion engine.” AZI answered.

You felt almost relieved? 

The Batch heard it and rushed to you, “He still has...his chip?” Hunter asked, sounded a little guilty.

Echo, Tech, Omega, and Wrecker looked at each other, surprised by this unexpected news as well.

“That would be correct.”AZI replied.

“Could you remove it, AZI?” Omega asked, she wanted his brother back as much as any of you did.

“Yes. I’m capable of removing CT-9904’s inhibitor chip.”

“Do it.” Hunter said.

You stayed next to Crosshair while AZI removed his chip. The surgery was faster than you think, you hold Crosshair’s hand during the whole surgery, and you still holding it now.

“CT-9904’s chip has been removed. He should be awake in any minutes.” AZI stated.

You felt his hand pressing yours, “Crosshair?”

“I...I…”

“Hey, you’re okay now. We removed your chip.” You reassured him.

Crosshair looked away from you, his eyes filled with guilt, confusion, anger, sadness.

“Don’t you hate me?” He asked. “All those things I had done…”

Your hand reached out to stroke his face, “No. Never. I know it’s the chip, Cross. It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him. “I love you, always and forever.” 

Crosshair put his hand on your face, wiping away the tears falling down your face. “ But I shot at you, I tried to kill you… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“Shhh, I forgive you, Cross. All of it. I’m sorry we didn’t come to save you earlier…” 

Crosshair sat up and pulled you into a hug, you melted into his touch, inhaling his scent. Your Crosshair was finally back to you, this is real. The sleepless night without him, the loneliness, the emptiness, the desperation, were all gone. Crosshair was back to you, alive.

“I love you too, cyare.” He said it back.

He pulled away a little so he could kiss you on the lips, his hand trailed to your nape, kissing you with force. You and Crosshair clung on to each other so hard, afraid you would lose each other again. That was when you heard Hunter cleared his throat, you two finally pulled away from each other.

“I know you two miss each other but this lab is about to collapse. and this is not very…” Hunter said and eyed Omega.

“Right, sorry about that.” You answered, then looked at Crosshair whose arm was still wrapped around you. “Cross.” You nudged him.

“Fine.” He gave up and retreated his arm.

“I see Crosshair still has his severe and unyielding personality.” Tech stated.

“This is called missing someone, Tech.” Crosshair said and pulled out one toothpick to throw it at him.

“Ha! He’s back!” Wrecker exclaimed and playfully punched Crosshair’s shoulder. 

Crosshair pretended to show an annoyed face, but deep down you knew he missed his brothers.

“Listen, Crosshair. I’m sorry. We should have come for you earlier.” Hunter said. “I was trying to keep the rest of the squad safe, but you are one of us. I’m sorry.”

Crosshair didn’t say anything, just stood up and walk toward Hunter. For a moment you thought he was going to punch him, but instead, Crosshair extended his hand to Hunter.

Hunter looked at Crosshair’s hand then his eyes, he reached out his hand to shake Crosshair’s. 

“We need to leave fast, the structure could not hold much longer.” AZI chimed in.

***

All of you finally made it to the platform, for once the Kamino is sunny.

Omega stared at the Tipoca City, which was all destroyed. “It’s… all gone.”

You looked at that direction, the place all clones called home was all gone. The Batch and you took a few seconds to process this, to accept the fact.

“We should leave before Empire’s scouts show up.” Tech said.

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asked, looking at Crosshair.

“Yeah.” Crosshair said and took out a toothpick, putting it into his mouth.

Hunter nodded at him before walking to the ship with the others.

You still stood next to Crosshair, “You ready?” you asked.

“Yeah.” He gave you a little smile then intertwined his hand with yours, leading you to the Marauder. 

You didn’t know what the future would be, but one thing was sure. Crosshair would be right beside you, always and forever.

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[tobesolonely]

kindergarten teachers

summary: teacher!harry and coworker y/n have a hard time coming to terms with their feelings for each other

a/n: ahhh she’s finally done! i’ve been working on this fic for sooo long and i hope u all like it! big thanks to @queencharry​ for helping me when i got stuck and beta reading, and @behindthatbabyface​ for beta reading as well and giving me feedback!! i appreciate u both <3 enjoy ~11.3k words of some mutual pining and teacher!h interacting with lil kindergarteners 🥺also i am sorry if theres any major grammar mistakes (as always) or crazy typos, i always miss some things when i go back and proofread that im sure i’ll catch later! thank u

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol 

talk to me about harry and y/n! let me know your thoughts!!

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From the time you were very young, you knew you wanted to be a teacher. One of your earliest childhood memories was going to school dressed up as one for career day. Your usually untamed hair was pulled back into a sleek bun (courtesy of your mother), and you donned a funky baby-pink sweater. For bottoms, you wore the closest thing to a pencil skirt you had in your five-year-old wardrobe. When you look back on the photographs your mother took of you that day, you did not resemble a teacher in any way. You were sure if you had not done your Career Day presentation in front of the whole class, no one would have even known who you were dressed up as.

Once you moved onto college and declared Education as a major, that was when people really started to let you hear their opinions on the career path you wanted to pursue. It seemed like whenever you went home for a holiday, relatives were always in your ear saying, “You know teachers don’t make a lot of money, right? Have you ever considered something in the sciences?”. You always responded, “I know, but what would the world do without teachers?”.

Eventually, you finished your undergraduate career, successfully completed student teaching with the highest praise from your superiors and colleagues, obtained your teaching credentials, and even went back to school to get your Master’s degree. So, it was much to everyone’s surprise when you settled on being a Kindergarten teacher. People assumed that because you completed so much schooling, you wanted to be a university professor. However, the thought never even crossed your mind. You always thought Kindergarten teachers were the most impressionable people out there and knew you wanted to be one.

To you, there was no greater responsibility than that of a Kindergarten teacher. It was your responsibility to teach your students reading, writing, art, and music at the most basic level. You showed them how to play with others, how to be kind, and give them the tools necessary to succeed once they leave your classroom. You were the first teacher your students ever had, so you needed to make them fall in love with school instead of hate it, considering they’d have to stick to it until they were at least eighteen. 

You’ve been a credentialed Kindergarten teacher for the last three years, and you’ve loved every moment of it. You were one of the younger teachers at school, but you never felt left out. Your colleagues were amazing people who often shared tips and tricks they wish they knew when they first started teaching.

Now, you were groggily unlocking the door to your classroom, feeling those first-day-of-school jitters you always felt. You knew kindergarteners weren’t there to harshly critique you. Still, you wanted them to go home and tell their parents about how excited they were to have you as a teacher, not run home in tears. That never happened, of course, but you didn’t want to take any chances. You drop your keys and mutter a quiet, “Shit!” setting your travel mug filled with coffee on the ground and readjust the box of donuts you had for your kids on your hip. As you reach for your keys, you hear a deep voice ask if you need help. You quickly turn around, eyes wide from being startled.

“Oh! You scared me,” you place your free hand over your chest. “But yeah, actually, that’d be great. I’m struggling to get my door open.” The man nods, his own keys he wore around his neck jangling as he retrieves first your keys, then your coffee mug.

“I’m Harry– Mr. Styles, if you want,” he holds your keys out for you to take, your coffee mug still in his large hands. “Uh, I’m the new Kindergarten teacher.” You give him a confused look and trade the box of donuts in your arms for your keys, opening the door. “The last one, Mrs. Brown, I think it was, I guess she decided a few weeks back that she wanted to retire.” You get your door open and walk inside your classroom, turning on the lights. It was a little stuffy, considering you hadn’t been there to open any windows in about a month.

“Oh, that’s right! Welcome,” you give him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N– Miss Y/L/N if you want.” A slight blush appears on his cheeks. “We’re gonna be working together then, it seems. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mrs. Brown, but it’ll be nice to collaborate with someone closer to my age, you know?” Harry nods, and you realize he still had your coffee mug and box of donuts in his hands. “You can just set that on my desk, thanks for helping out. Would you like a donut?”

“Um, I- it’s okay,” he stammers, setting the items down. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ll probably crash if I have a donut first thing in the mornin’.” You smile at him and move to open all your windows and the back door, wanting the stuffy classroom to air out a bit before the children got here. 

“I totally get that,” you giggle, walking back over to your desk. “Are you excited about the first day? I always get a little nervous. I also talk a lot when I’m nervous, I’m sure you caught onto that.” 

For the first time that morning, Harry laughs. “Yeah, I’m nervous, too. ’ve never taught in the States before, so this is a bit new to me.” He’s playing with the keys hanging from his lanyard. 

“I noticed you had an accent, but I didn’t know if it was weird to ask about it. What brings you to California?” You open the box of donuts and take one out, wanting to eat it before it gets cold, and the glaze hardens.

“Uh, I went to University here, but when I graduated, I decided to go back home and teach for a couple of years. I really missed being here though and wanted to come back, so I got my credentials, and uh, here I am,” he tells you with a grin, and you notice he has deep dimples. 

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” you tell him earnestly. “The kids are just gonna love your accent, too!” you joke and Harry laughs for the second time that day. 

“If all else fails, ’m hopin’ to charm everyone over with my accent,” he stares at you for a moment before speaking again. “Well, I better finish getting situated. It’s fifteen til, and I reckon the children will be arriving soon, yeah?” He asks. You nod. 

“Best to be waiting at parent drop-off too, there are always a few parents that are just as nervous as their babies, if not more, and could use a quick pep talk.”

“Thanks for lettin’ me know. I was thinking about standing out there anyway, just to make a good first impression.” You take another bite of your donut, giving him a thumbs up. 

“You’ve got this, Harry. I know you’re not completely clueless since you’ve taught before, but I know the first day can be a little intimidating. You know where I am if you need anything.” He gives you a grateful smile, quietly thanking you before turning to walk out the door. You’re left thinking about your new coworker, only being pulled from your thoughts of him when the first bell rings.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Miss Y/L/N. Are you all excited to get this school year started?” A chorus of high-pitched yeses fills the room, and you smile warmly at your class. “I’m so excited that you’re all here! I have a little surprise for each of you!” You grab the box of donuts and walk back to the rug in the center of the room that the children usually sat on for storytime. Little gasps fill your ears, and they all say, “Donuts!” and “Yummy!”. You smile at the kids again, already feeling overwhelmed with how adorable they were. 

“We all get a donut?” one little girl asks, her eyes wide. You nod at her.

“Of course! Everyone will get a donut, sweetie.” You move to get the plastic food gloves you kept so you can safely hand out a donut to everyone. “Okay guys, I’m going to pass a stack of napkins around the room. Take one and pass the stack to the person sitting next to you. Does that make sense?” All the students nod their heads in confirmation, so you grab a stack and hand them to the child sitting closest to you. “Once the last person has their napkin, let me know, and then it’ll be donut time!” You say this over-enthusiastically, and the children squirm in their seats in excitement.

As you go around handing out donuts to each of your students, you learn their names and ask them to tell you one fun fact about them. Most children say things like, “I have a brother/sister!” or “I can run really fast!”, and you find it absolutely adorable. One thing you loved the most about teaching five-year-olds was their ability to think everything was cool. It was comforting to know that no matter what you did, they’d find you cool, and your first-day jitters quickly dissipated. As the children eat their donuts, you read them a story, putting on different voices for all the various characters. You show them how to raise their hand when they have something they’d like to share and remind them to use their “listening ears” when you or one of their classmates are speaking.

When it’s time for recess, you show them how to line up quietly at the door, and assign a line leader and a hall monitor. You remind the children that they will all get a turn at these tasks eventually because it’ll switch every week, and not to worry. As you’re walking down the hall backward (one of your teachers walks that you’d finally perfected), you hear Harry’s voice.

“Okay Room Ten, we’re gonna go out to the playground now, where you all will get to play every recess and lunch. That sounds like fun, doesn’t it?” He asks them, and you hear little voices chattering out to him in excitement. You can’t help but peek into his classroom as you walked by, as his door was open. He didn’t see you because he was busy organizing his class into a straight line, so you keep going. Your class, who, much to your surprise, was walking very quietly, got loud once they saw the Kindergarten play area had a slide and monkey bars.

“We get to play on this?” one of your students, Destiny, questions. 

“Yup! This is a pretty cool play area, isn’t it?” They nod and stare at you, waiting for direction. “Oh, you can all go play and run around, get some of that energy out. When the bell rings, though, I want you to listen to the yard teachers because they’re gonna help get you all lined back up so we can go back inside. Deal?” The children give you nods and thumbs up, and you grin at them, telling them to have fun and be nice to one another. As you’re turning to go to the teacher’s lounge to refill your mug of coffee, you see Harry walking down the hallway with his class, and decide to wait for him. He gives his class the same spiel you gave yours and tells them to “Treat each other with kindness” before noticing you waiting for him.

“Hey,” he gives you a grin, looking far more relaxed than he did when you saw him earlier that morning. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s great,” you reply, leading him in the direction of the teacher’s lounge. “They’re all adorable.”

“Yeah, don’t know what I was so nervous fo’. They’re great. Also, you’re right,” Harry has an amused look on his face. “The first thirty minutes of ’em bein’ there was just them askin’ me to say things because they think I sound funny.” 

“I told you!” you exclaim, laughing at him. “A British accent is definitely not something we hear every day, not here at least.”

“I figured,” he replies, and silence falls between you. “Where are we going, by the way?”

You stop in front of a blue door and sift through the keys on your lanyard, finally finding the one you were looking for. “Teacher’s lounge. Have you had the chance to check it out yet?” He shakes his head, and you pull open the door after having unlocked it. “After you.” He shakes his head and steps back, signaling you go ahead of him. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he gives you a defensive look.

“What? ‘M a gentleman. Ladies first,” he insists, holding the door open. You walk inside the room, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. There aren’t many teachers in the lounge. You figure they all must be in their classrooms, trying to do some last-minute organization and lesson planning amidst the first day of school chaos. However, a few colleagues that you’re rather fond of are in the room, so you take it upon yourself to introduce them to Harry.

“Hello everyone, I hope you’re all having a relaxing morning!” They chuckle lightly at your sarcasm. “I’d like you all to meet Mr. Harry Styles. He’s the new Kindergarten teacher that took Mrs. Brown’s place.” A look of realization washes over all three teachers’ faces, and they warmly greet him. Harry goes around, shaking each of their hands, voice dripping with charm.

“Lovely to meet you all. Looking forward to collaborating,” he tells them quietly. They begin engaging in polite conversation, so you leave Harry’s side, walking over to the coffee station to get what you came for before recess was over. He joins you shortly after, grabbing a disposable cup. “They were a nice bunch.” He mutters, pouring the steaming coffee into his cup. You hum in agreement.

“Everyone here is nice. The lounge is usually much more crowded than this. Everyone else must be in their rooms,” you flick your wrist up to check the time. “We got some time to sit down and breathe for a bit if you’d like? Unless you wanted to get back to your room.”

“‘M in no rush, trust me,” he tells you, flashing you a small smile. “Let’s take a seat.” Harry walks over to an unoccupied couch and sits down slowly, taking care not to spill his coffee. 

“You didn’t want a lid?” you question when you see him struggling. He shrugs.

“Not necessary. Jus’ some extra plastic,” you hum and look down at your lap. You were quickly learning that Harry was not a big talker, and he liked to get his point across in as few words as possible. Him being a Kindergarten teacher contradicted heavily with his rather bashful demeanor, but that just made him all the more endearing to you.

“Do you live nearby, or is your commute long?” you ask him after a few moments of silence. As soon as you ask the question, you internally cringe, feeling like it was too invasive. If Harry thought the question was weird, he doesn’t show it.

“I live in town. I actually walked here today, believe it or not,” he tells you with a chuckle. “Was such a beautiful morning that I figured I should.” Every time you think Harry can’t possibly get any more captivating, he does, and you find yourself biting back a smile.

“How long is your walk?” You cross your legs and then uncross them, a nervous habit that you had. Harry takes a sip of coffee, mulling your question over.

“I’d say it took me about twenty minutes. I was walkin’ at a pretty leisurely pace, though,” Harry shrugs. “How about you? Do you live nearby?”

“I also live in town, but I’m way too lazy to walk, so props to you,” you smile. “The best thing about living around here is seeing your kids out in public. It’s the cutest thing.” Harry smiles, not saying anything else. A silence falls over the two of you again but instead of feeling the need to fill it, you just sit beside him, drinking your coffee. Your mind wanders off to what you were going to do for the rest of the school day, if you had enough groceries in your apartment for dinner or if you should go grocery shopping after work, and if you remembered to pay your bills on time. The bell rings to signify the end of recess, and you jump slightly.

“Ready to go back?” Harry asks, standing up and walking back over to the coffee station. “Think’m gonna get a bit more.” You go to stand by the door, waiting for him to pour another cup of coffee. He quickly rejoins you, and the coffee sloshes a bit, some getting on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Hope those lil’ buggers got some of their energy out.”

“Right! Mine was even more hyper than they probably would’ve been ’cause I gave them those donuts this morning,” you laugh. “So, for my sake, I hope so too.” When you and Harry arrive back at the Kindergarten play area, your classes are already lined up quietly awaiting instruction, thanks to the yard teachers. You and Harry both thank them and move to stand in front of your kids. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” one of your children calls out from the back of the line. “Can we get more donuts when we go back inside?” You see Harry smile out of the corner of your eye as he’s giving instruction to his class.

“There are no more donuts, you guys ate them all! I have something even cooler than donuts planned for us, though, okay? Now, remember what I told you all about walking quietly, right? Mr. Line Leader, how does your line look? Do you think we’re all set to go back inside?” The child you appointed line leader turns around to look at everyone, occasionally shushing some people. After a few moments, he turns back to you, giving you a thumbs up. 

Harry moves to stand beside you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna eat lunch together and do some planning? I feel like it would be a good idea for us to be teachin’ the same things, more or less.” Your body feels warm all over, and you just look at him and nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Harry smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. At a normal volume, he says, “See you then, Miss Y/L/N.” 

Upon entering Harry’s room, you’re immediately met with the scent of vanilla and the loud hum of the air conditioning. It was bright, adorably decorated, and surprisingly decluttered. It was the polar opposite of your room, and you found it very welcoming and comforting. “Nice set-up you’ve got going on in here,” you tell him. He jumps in his seat at his desk, not having heard you come in.

“Fucks sake,” he mumbles, face going red. “You scared me. Thanks, though. My sister helped me decorate, I don’t really have an eye for this type of stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. 

“Well, if you ever need any help decorating for back to school and your sister isn’t around, I’d be more than happy to help.” Harry smiles and suddenly gets up from his chair, offering it to you.

“Please, take my seat. I’ll just sit in one of the kids’ chairs,” he rolls it towards you, and you shake your head, about to object, but he interrupts you. “It’s okay, Y/N. Their chairs aren’t that bad.” You take the seat Harry was just in, mumbling a quiet thank you. He hums and pulls a tiny chair up beside you, legs scraping loudly across the floor. When he sits down in it, you can’t but burst out laughing.

“Harry, that chair is so tiny! Are you sure you don’t want me to sit there instead? You look so uncomfortable,” you tell him in between laughs. “This is your classroom, after all, I’m just a guest.” Harry shakes his head, cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really. ‘M perfectly comfortable in this lil’ miniature chair,” he looks at the lunch bag you sat on his desk. “What’s for lunch?” You reach for your sack and unzip it, pulling out a pre-packaged salad from Trader Joe’s.

“I’m very lazy when it comes to packing my lunches,” you admit sheepishly, pulling out a fork. “How about you? Did you eat already?”

“Oh yeah, I had a green smoothie. Not a big lunch guy,” he replies calmly. “Wanna get started with planning? I think we only have about thirty minutes left.” He looks down at his watch to confirm the time. Harry opens his planner, and you see pages filled with his neat, blocky scrawl. He jumps right into talking about the ideas he had in mind, excitement filling his voice that you haven’t yet heard. 

The passion and enthusiasm he has for teaching are evident through the way he tells you about the activities he has planned, new materials and teaching methods he wants to try implementing, and things he’s tried before that didn’t work out the way he wanted them to. He asks you for your advice and listens intently when you speak, jotting down notes.

You find yourself having to mentally remind yourself not to stare at him. He was a handsome man– there was no denying that. He had curly brown hair, soft and wild-looking, the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen, and arms covered in tattoos. You also noticed he had the tiniest cross on his left hand. You wanted to ask him about it, but you figured that was a conversation for another time. 

“Y/N? Did you hear what I just said,” Harry asks, giving you a concerned look. “Are you alright? I think you just zoned out for a couple minutes or somethin’.” You nod quickly, feeling your palms growing sweaty.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something I have to do later. What did you just say?” You play off how you were just wholly drooling over your new coworker, feeling scrutinized under his piercing gaze.

“Jus’ got an email from the principal. Said we have a faculty meetin’ after school at three. Wanna go together?” He asks. You know Harry’s asking you to accompany him primarily because you’re the only person he really knows so far. However, it still makes you feel warm and special. “He said we’re gonna go over some planning for the Fall Festival. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just the back-to-school festival. It’s adorable,” you explain. “It’s like a mini carnival that we have right here on the playground. Every year they have teachers host booths. It’s a great way to get to meet your kids’ parents and bond with the other faculty.” Harry nods, standing up from the tiny chair right as the bell signifying the end of lunch rings.

“That sounds lovely,” he chirps, smiling down at you. “We’re gonna have the best booth out of everyone Y/N, trust me.” He jokes, the corner of his eyes crinkling. This was the most Harry had talked since you met him that morning and you were enjoying witnessing him open up to you more and more with each conversation shared.

“It is,” you stand up as well, gathering your trash and empty lunch pail. “Thanks for having me, Harry. Next time we can meet in my room. I wouldn’t mind making this a daily thing.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you physically wince, figuring Harry had to think you were obsessed with him at this point. He looks down, the corners of his mouth upturned when he makes eye contact with you again.

“I’d like that, Y/N. I’ll actually start bringin’ a proper lunch, so you’re not the only one eating,” you smile. “I’ll meet you in your room after school?” You nod in confirmation, walking out the door in front of him. 

“See ya later.”

“Did everyone have a good day today?” You ask your class, walking backward to the dismissal gate. You’re met with a chorus of cheerful sounding ‘yeses,’ and you place your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “That makes me so happy, everyone! You’re all incredible little people, and I think we’re gonna have a fantastic year. What do you guys think?” The children chatter excitedly, glad to have made it through their first day of school and see their parents on the other side of the gate eagerly awaiting them, cell phones snapping pictures. 

Harry’s already at the gate, waiting for the bell to ring so he can dismiss his class. He’s walking down the line asking each of the children if they see who they’re supposed to go home with, crouching down to their height so they can point them out to him. Some children in his class look a little upset because they don’t see their parents yet. Harry quickly consoles them, telling them they can all play a fun game together while they wait for their ‘Mummies and Daddies.’

You do the same with your kids, and by the time the bell rings and you finish dismissing the ones who saw someone there to pick them up, there was one child from your class who was still waiting and two from Harry’s. He walks over to you, one of their tiny hands in each of his. The boy looks unbothered, but the girl was beginning to cry.

“Hey, Ava, should we ask Miss Y/L/N and her friend if they want to play iSpy with us? The more, the merrier, isn’t that right?” He looks down at her, and she nods, looking down. You figure she’s one of his more shy students he was telling you about earlier.

“Hi, sweetie! I’m Miss Y/L/N, are you waiting for your mom or dad?” She nods, biting her lip. You turn and gesture to your one student who was waiting as well. “Well, so is she! Don’t worry, they’ll be here.”

“I’m Matthew,” the little boy holding Harry’s other hand informs you, shifting from foot to foot. You give him a big smile.

“Hello, Matthew! I love your Spiderman shirt; he’s just the coolest. Jade, do you want to introduce yourself to Mr. Styles, Ava, and Matthew? Remember when we learned about introductions today in class? When you got to introduce yourself to all your classmates?”

Jade nods, a big, toothy grin on her face. “Hi! My name is Jade, and I am five-years-old but my birthday is September 19th, so I’m actually almost six-years-old,” she tells them matter-of-factly. “It’s very nice to meet you!” She adds, remembering the script you gave them earlier. Harry looks down at her, an impressed look on his face.

“Well, it is very lovely to meet you too, Jade! Do we all know how to play iSpy?” Jade and Matthew shout in excitement, but Ava just grips tighter onto Harry’s hand. He looks down at her again. “Do y’ want Miss Y/L/N and I to show you how to play, Ava?” His voice is very quiet, slow, and soothing. She nods, letting go of his hand.

“Well Ava,” you say, looking around for something to start the game out with. “I would say, “I spy with my little eye something green. Then you, Mr. Styles, Matthew, and Jade, would have to look around and name out everything that’s green. If you name something and it’s not it, then I will tell you nope, and you can try again, but if you figure it out, then you’re the winner! Does that make sense?”

She nods, and you see a gleam of excitement in her eyes. “Can I go first?” She asks quietly. You tell her, yes, and she looks around quickly, trying to find something to say. “I spy with my little eye something blue!” She has a triumphant smile on her face, and even though you immediately know she’s talking about the sky and you’re sure Harry does too, you both decide to take a step back and let the children take the game into their own hands.

“Y’know, that lil’ introduction Jade gave was really somethin’. I didn’t even think about teachin’ my kids that. Think I’ll try that out tomorrow,” Harry whispers, craning his neck slightly to be at your ear. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. 

“Yeah, I feel like that’s always a good first day of school activity for them to do. A lot of them have never really been exposed to people outside of their immediate family, so they’re not too sure how to talk to others.” Harry hums, standing back up straight.

“Mr. Styles,” Matthew calls, running over to Harry. “My mommy is here. Can I go now?” Harry nods, telling Matthew to wait for him so he can say hi to his mother. You watch as he walks away, overhearing as he tells the boy’s mother what a great job he did today and how he’s so excited to go through this school year with him in his class. Ten minutes later, Jade and Ava are gone as well, and Harry locks the dismissal gate. 

“I forgot how exhausting the first day could be,” he tells you, letting out a quiet sigh. “Ready to go to that meeting, though? It’s just about three.” You check your watch and see the time read at 2:57 PM.

“Yeah, just let me grab my bag, and we can head over there. I’m really hoping this won’t take too long; I was planning on going grocery shopping after this,” you walk down the hall towards your classroom and feel Harry’s gaze on you.

“Where do you like to go grocery shopping?” he asks after a few moments of silence. “I need to pick up some groceries this week, too. ’ve been eatin’ takeout for the past week, and I’m starting to feel like shit.” You laugh, unlocking your door. Harry stands outside, holding it open while you grab your purse and lunch bag.

“Honestly, I don’t have a preference. I switch it up a lot,” you shrug, making sure all the windows are closed before walking out. “Was there something, in particular, you were looking for?”

“Uh,” Harry scratches the back of his head. “No? Maybe you could text me a list of all your favorite stores, though. Jus’ so I won’t forget.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring how fast your heart was beating. “Are you asking for my number, Mr. Styles?”

“I guess I am,” he replies nonchalantly. “We’re gonna be workin’ together a lot. Might as well have your number– if that’s okay, I mean.” He looks down at you.

“Yeah, remind me after the meeting,” you tell him, trying your hardest to play it cool. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

“So Y/N and Harry, you two will be in charge of the pumpkin decorating booth? Is that right?” The principal looks down at his notes and then shifts his gaze between the both of you. You both nod.

“Yeah, I’m excited! I think it’ll be a lot of fun,” you reply excitedly. “We can go to the craft store and get a bunch of paints, but where do you think the best place to get the pumpkins would be?” You pull out your planner, ready to jot down any suggestions.

“You two could try going to a pumpkin patch? They’re starting to pop-up around town,” one teacher suggests. “I’m sure if you purchased a bunch and told them it was for a school event, we could get some kind of deal.” The rest of the faculty buzzes in agreement.

“Y/N and Harry, could you get to a pumpkin patch sometimes this week and see if they can give us an estimate of how much it would cost? Then I could let the PTA know.” You and Harry confirm that it will be possible to do sometime this week, and the meeting continues on.

By the time you’re finally free to leave the meeting, it’s already growing dark outside. Harry’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and he’s looking down at his feet. “So–”

“Do you want–”

You both stop, laughing awkwardly. “You go first.” you tighten the grip on your purse.

“Uh, I was jus’ gonna ask if I could get your number now. Yanno, so we can plan when we’re gonna go get all the stuff for our booth? And you still gotta tell me what your favorite grocery stores are,” he has a playful look in his eyes. For the thousandth time that day, your hands become clammy. There was just something about every interaction you had with him that made you so nervous. 

“Oh yeah,” you answer coolly, digging in your purse for your phone. “Just text your number, so I have it.” You hand him his phone, and he stops dead in his tracks, a look of concentration on his face. 

“I can’t walk and be on the phone at the same time,” he mutters when he looks back up and realizes you were watching him the whole time. “I don’t know how people do it.” He hands you back your phone. “What were y’ gonna ask me?”

“I was just um, I was gonna ask if you wanted me to give you a ride home? I mean, since you walked to work today and it’ll be dark soon,” talking to Harry made you feel like a nervous school girl interacting with her first crush, and you hated that feeling.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“It’s no bother, really,” you cut him off, and you realize you sound a little eager, but at that point, you didn’t even care. “I’m sure we don’t live too far from each other.” Harry looks slightly unsure but nods, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“If you’re sure, Y/N. I appreciate it, I owe you one,” he’s following behind you to the teacher parking lot. You silently pray your car isn’t messy inside like it usually is as you approach it. You decide to pick up your pace and walk ahead of him, telling yourself if the passenger side was messy, you’d just quickly throw everything in the back. “Heyyyy, why’re you walkin’ so fast? Are you sure you’ve got the time to take me home?” He takes a few big strides and quickly catches up with your hurried, tiny ones.

“Yeah, of course, I have time,” you respond, unlocking your car as you approach it. “If it’s messy, then just ignore it.” you preface, honestly not remembering the state in which you left your car this morning when you walked into work.

“Don’t worry about it. You should see mine,” Harry jokes, and it immediately puts you at ease. As you’re about to open your door, Harry quickly rushes to your side, opening it himself. “Let me.” 

His hand rests over yours, and you quickly pull it away, your body heating up. “Harry, I’m already right here. I can open my own car door.” 

“I know you can. But I’m a gentle—“ 

“You’re a gentleman, I know,” you playfully roll your eyes and take a step back, allowing Harry to open your car door all the way. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered and honestly a little bit turned on. He flashes you a smile as you situate yourself behind the wheel of the car and makes sure you’re all the way in before slamming it shut. You see him lightly jog around to the passenger side, and soon enough, he’s beside you, your car immediately starting to smell like his cologne. 

“What music do you like to listen to?” Harry asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

“You ask me a lot of random questions, Harry,” you reply, looking behind you as you slowly back out. 

“Is it a crime to wanna get to know my new coworker?” you can hear a smile in his voice. “C’mon. What’s your favorite music to listen to?” 

You shrug, looking both ways before exiting the parking lot. “Where do you live?” 

“I don’t know my address yet. Just take a left at this light coming up. Favorite music?” Out of the corner of his eye, you see him scrolling through his music library. 

“You don’t know your address yet?” 

“No. I’ll play something random,” he says, tapping his hand on his knee. “You can take a right at that stop sign up there.” You put on your blinker and glance over your shoulder before switching lanes. Harry quickly pairs his phone with your Bluetooth, and a song you’re unfamiliar with blares through your speakers. Neither one of you says anything else, only speaking to each other when he’s giving you directions to his house, and you’re confirming what he said.

After two more songs, Harry says, “S’right up here.” He’s led you to a beautiful apartment complex— one you were looking at when you were moving out of your parent’s home but just couldn’t afford as a new graduate. You expertly parallel park and then turn the car off, a silence falling between the two of you.

“This is a nice complex,” you tell him after a moment. “Really close to school. I see why you opted to walk to work today.” 

“Mhm,” he hums. His seatbelt is still fastened. “I understand if you’re busy, but did you wanna come in?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly backtracks. “I mean— it’s just— remember the activity you taught your kids today? About introductions? Jus’ wanted to know if you could walk me through it, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Well yeah, I can hang out for a bit.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach in the backseat for your purse that you threw haphazardly over your shoulder earlier. 

“Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming in, though?” He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“What makes you think I have a boyfriend?” You’re slightly taken aback and oddly flattered that he thought you were in a relationship.

“I dunno,” his face grows red. “You got all weird when I opened doors for ya. Figured you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.”

“Cool.” More silence falls, this time an awkward one.

“Should we go inside now?” you unlock the doors, quickly getting out of the car. Harry follows behind you and waits for you to walk onto the sidewalk before going up the walkway.

“How close do you live to me?” Harry asks, punching in his gate code. He pulls the gate open and gestures for you to go ahead of him. You decide not to comment on it this time.

“A couple blocks away. I could probably walk over here if I was in the mood to,” Harry shuts the gate behind you and walks over to the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. “I was interested in this complex when I was moving out of my parents’ but I settled on something else.” He hums, stopping in front of the first door at the top of the stairs. There’s a brown ‘Welcome!’ mat outside his door, along with a few potted plants.

“Here we are,” he looks over his shoulder as if he’s checking if you’re still there. “Excuse the boxes. ‘M not done unpacking yet.” He pushes open the door and steps in, quickly turning on the light. You’re met with the same sweet scent of vanilla that’s in his classroom. Considering he was in the process of unpacking, his apartment was reasonably tidy.

“It looks good in here,” your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You were in your coworker’s house that you just met that day, and you could already feel yourself developing a crush on him. There was obviously no way you’d let this relationship progress past anything strictly professional, but that didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to admire his beauty.

“Thanks,” he gives you a smile, relief washing over his face. “You can set your bag down if you want. Take a seat, make yourself at home.” He leaves the room, and you hear him rattling around in the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds great,” you reply. You set your purse down on his coffee table and sit on the edge of his couch, inspecting his living room closer. There were two books on the table, both flipped upside down as a way to mark his page. There were a few more plants inside, similar to the ones in front of his door. There was a framed picture of him with two beautiful women you assumed to be his mother and sister. Harry comes back into the room a few minutes later, two steaming cups of black coffee in hand.

“Here you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he puts on an exaggerated posh accent, and you giggle.

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles,” you respond in the same voice. “Do you have cream and sugar?”

He wrinkles his nose. “I think I might have sugar. Is oat milk, okay? I don’t have cream.” He goes back to his kitchen to retrieve the items before you can tell him it’s okay, and you’ll just drink it black. You thank him, pouring the tiniest splash of oat milk into your coffee. You can feel his eyes on you as you add a bit of sugar, stir, taste, and then add some more.

“So,” you begin after your coffee is made to your liking. “What did you think about your first day? You can be honest since we’re not on campus anymore.” Harry laughs, looking down at his fingernails.

“Uh,” he starts. You notice he says, ‘uh’ a lot. “It was terrific. Not so sure I would’ve felt the same way if I didn’t have you to help me through it.” 

“We’re partners in crime now, Harry. We’re the two Kindergarten teachers, and you’re the only other person there my age? We’ve definitely gotta stick together,” you give him a big smile. He doesn’t smile back but looks a bit troubled instead. You wait for him to speak, coming to accept that long pauses were just a thing when having a conversation with Harry.

“Y’know how I assumed you had a boyfriend earlier? I thought after I’d said that–– rather I hoped after I said that you’d be like,” he clears his throat. “‘Why, no! I don’t have a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?’” He put on the worst American accent you’d ever heard to imitate your voice, causing you to laugh. “To which I would’ve replied with a simple ‘no.’” 

Now it’s your turn to leave Harry wondering what you’re thinking for the first time all day. You can feel his eyes on you as you look at his couch cushions, noticing a bit of crumbs that you hadn’t seen before. “Are you flirting with me?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You don’t even know me. We just met today.”

“Does that mean I can’t think you’re beautiful?”

You bite your lip, feeling yourself starting to grow a bit turned on by his forwardness. There was a part of you that would risk it all for just one night in bed with Harry because you just found him that attractive. The rational, adult side of you was screaming, ‘Don’t mix business with pleasure!’. By now, you had both moved closer on the couch to one another, knees nearly touching. “I think you’re beautiful, too.” He grins, setting his coffee cup down. You do the same.

“Would it be crazy of me to tell you that I really wanna kiss you right now?” His face is mere inches from yours, so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath. You shake your head.

“No. I really wanna kiss you too.”

“C’ mere, then.” 

Harry leans forward a bit more until his lips are ghosting over yours. You pull at the collar of his shirt, bringing his already close body even closer to yours. His lips are softer than they look, and he’s a better kisser than you thought he’d be, too. He brings his hands up to tangle them in your hair, and that’s when you abruptly pull away, not wanting things to go too far. “We shouldn’t…” He looks at you with sad eyes, but he nods, understanding what you mean.

“Probably not the best idea?” his response comes out as more of a question than a statement, but you nod in agreement anyway.

“Definitely not. I’m um–– I’m actually gonna go,” you stand up, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Thanks for the coffee, Harry. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see––”

You’re out the door, rushing down the stairs before he can even finish his sentence.

The rest of the school week goes on without either one of you mentioning it. It’s a little awkward for a couple of days, but by the time Friday rolls around, both of you decide the best course of action to take regarding the kiss would be to act like it never happened. 

You’re in your room at lunch hanging up your kids’ artwork they made during their ‘Free Time’ this morning, having declined Harry’s lunch invitation for the fourth time that week. You decided to pretend to be busy with work so you wouldn’t be too tempted to go into his room. To most people, you’re sure it looked like you were avoiding him–– and maybe you were. However, you were trying to get over this crush on him in the best way that you knew how.

“Need some help?”

You jump, nearly falling backward off the stepstool you were on. “Holy shit, Harry! You scared the hell out of me!” You feel your body getting warm, and you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were.

“Sorry, you weren’t answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were up to,” he walks over to where you were standing and hands you a piece of art, smiling at it before handing it to you. “You’ve got some artists in your class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, not looking him in the eyes. You hear him let out a quiet sigh.

“Still able to go see about getting those pumpkins ordered after work?”

You had completely forgotten that you and Harry decided today would be the day you’d go get the pumpkin situated figured out for your booth. For a second, you consider making an excuse to get out of it, but you decide against it. This was something that both of you were asked to do, not just him, and you didn’t want the fact that you let your attraction to him cloud your judgment getting in the way of your professional responsibilities.

“Yeah, that works.”

He doesn’t say anything, and even though you’re not looking at him, you can see the gears in his head turning. “Should we talk––” 

You’re quite literally saved by the bell, the end of lunch interrupting where you knew he was about to lead the conversation. “I’ll see you after school? Did you walk here again? I can drive.” Harry nods slowly.

“Uh, yeah. he replies. “I walked. Uh, ’m gonna go get my kids. See you after school then?”

“Yup!” you respond, fake enthusiasm in your voice. Harry gives you one more look before walking out of your room. You wait until he’s all the way down the hall before following behind him to bring your class back inside. You knew you were the one making things awkward between you and Harry. However, the realistic part of you knew getting involved with your coworker was one of the worst ideas you’d ever had in your life. For now, you’d just tell yourself that you were probably more into Harry than he was into you and pray that would be enough to make you get over your crush.

“I haven’t been to a pumpkin patch since I was a kid.” Harry stuffs his hands farther into his pockets while yours are tightly hugging your chest. You hum, not saying anything. The car ride there was a little awkward, and you were glad it was so short. You could tell there was a lot Harry wanted to say, but you were glad he wasn’t saying it. You keep seeing him glance at you, but you pretend not to notice.

“What size pumpkins should we ask for? Small ones, huh?” Harry nods, looking around in childlike awe. There was a small petting zoo, booths selling warm drinks and kettle corn, and an obscene amount of children.

You walk around together for a moment before encountering a friendly-looking employee who looked like he could help you out. Harry takes over, explaining the situation, and why you need to order one hundred tiny pumpkins. While you’re waiting for the employee to ask the owner if that would even be possible, Harry turns to face you.

“Y/N? Can we talk about what happened on Monday?” you’re about to tell him that you’d rather not, but he continues. “I felt something during that kiss, Y/N. I’m not sure if you felt it too, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us. We have to get through an entire school year working side-by-side, and if you’re not interested, then I respect that one hundred percent, but I just want––”

“So the owner said that is possible!” The employee that was helping you out comes back with a form and clipboard in their hand. “Can you just fill out some information and let us know what time you need it tomorrow? The owner said he could get it delivered and give you guys a discount since you’re ordering so much.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, taking the form from him. You were glad to have been saved from your conversation with Harry. You quickly go through and fill out everything you can, telling them they can bill your school’s PTA. 

The walk back to your car is silent. You’re replaying what Harry was saying to you over in your head, thinking about what he was going to say before he was interrupted. He opens your car door like he’s been doing, but he doesn’t make eye contact with you or say a word as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Y’can just drop me off,” Harry says quietly. He leans your seat back and closes his eyes. You wait to see if he’ll connect his phone, but he doesn’t, so you turn on the radio at a volume so low it almost can’t be heard. It takes everything in you not to speed back to his place. You just wanted him out of your car. You had such strong feelings for him that it physically hurt, and restraining yourself from telling him how you really felt was growing harder and harder.

“We’re here.” your voice is a little hoarse from not saying anything. Harry slowly opens his eyes and unbuckles his seatbelt, opening the door.

“Right. Thanks for the ride. What time do we need to be at school to set up our booth by?”

“Four. I can pick you up if you want?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He closes the door and walks up to his gate without looking back at you once.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N! Hi Mr. Styles!”

Groups of your students had been coming up to you excitedly all evening. It made you happy to see that the Kindergarten classes were no longer divided. They were starting to hang out with one another. Their parents tell you how their children thought it was just the coolest thing to be on school grounds on a Saturday, and how even though it was only a week into the school year, they were having the best time. It was comments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again.

Things between you and Harry were going well. It wasn’t awkward, but you think it was because you were both too busy helping children paint their pumpkins. You were glad that Harry didn’t take the bit of downtime the two of you had when no one was at your booth trying to talk about the kiss and instead talked about other random things instead. You find out he loves baking (specifically, bread), he has an obsession with old music, and has about fifty tattoos. He talks to his mom on the phone every day, and he is extremely close to his sister. You tell him about your parents’, your undergraduate experience, your hobbies, and you finally tell him what music you like to listen to.

The festival quickly comes to an end, and you find yourself sad once you and Harry are done cleaning up your booth, knowing that you were just going to drop him off at his apartment and go back to yours to spend another Saturday night alone. You get to his complex almost too quickly, and you almost want to keep going and pretend you accidentally missed it just to be with him a bit longer. Instead, you park.

“D’ya wanna come inside?” He blurts out. Even in the darkness of your car, you can tell his face is flushed. “I mean if you haven’t got plans. I know it’s a Saturday night, so I understand if––”

“Nope, I don’t have plans. I’d love to.” Your hands are shaky as you unbuckle your seatbelt. He quickly gets out of your car and runs around to your side, opening the door for you before you can do it yourself. You almost don’t even notice since it was becoming such a habit.

“I picked up this new bottle of wine a couple days ago that’ve been wanting to pop open. Think we deserve a glass or two after such a long week, hmm?” You wordlessly nod, wholly mesmerized with just how good Harry looked after such a long day of work. His curls fell perfectly across his forehead, his eyes were sparkling and full of excitement. 

“A glass of wine sounds great,” you reply with a chuckle. “I’m ready to drink a whole bottle by the end of the week if I’m being honest.” Harry laughs, quickly punching in his gate code. You could see his hands shaking a little bit, but you decide not to comment on it. He takes the stairs up to his apartment two at a time like he did last time you were there, but this time there’s an urgency and clumsiness to his actions that you haven’t seen before. He jams the key in his lock, quickly shoving the door open.

His apartment is a little messier than it was when you were in it at the beginning of the week, but it’s nothing disgusting. He runs his fingers through his curls, moving aside papers that were scattered along the length of the couch. “Sorry, I was doin’ some planning. Make yourself comfortable.” He disappears to the kitchen, and moments later, you hear the pop of a wine cork and the smooth sound of him pouring the alcohol into glasses.

He emerges from his kitchen, handing you a generously poured glass of wine. “Thanks, Harry,” you tell him before taking a big sip. It was sweet, and while you usually preferred a more dry wine, it was still delicious. 

“Cheers to the end of a successful first week,” he holds up his glass, and you smile, clinking yours with his. “Thanks for helpin’ me get through it, Y/N. Couldn’t have done it without you.” You give him a timid smile.

“Stop, Harry. You’re a great teacher. I can see your kids love you already,” you take another sip of wine. “I kinda do too. I mean–– that came out wrong. I don’t love you, but I do think I like you.” You didn’t know what came over you at that moment, but something told you now was the time to lay it all out on the table with Harry. He sets his glass of wine down, the biggest smile on his face.

“Really? I thought you weren’t interested. Was kinda startin’ to feel like you hate me,” he sounds a little sad. You shake your head.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I’m really into you,” you didn’t even realize how you’d inched your way towards Harry. “I’ve been trying not to think about how we kissed because we shouldn’t, you know? We’re coworkers. I’ve been trying not to think about it all week, though, and I just can’t get you out of my mind.” He stares intensely into your eyes, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually does when he’s thinking.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he finally asks. You’re in the same position as you were last time, being mere inches away from the other’s lips. Only this time, you smell the wine on his breath, not coffee. You nod quickly, and Harry cups your face in his hands, hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

“You can do more than kiss me, actually,” you tell him breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, a shocked look on his face. “When you say anything…” he trails off.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry,” you tell him bluntly. “Please. Been wanting that all week.” He licks his lips, looking at you in a way he hasn’t yet before. 

“I can definitely do that,” he replies, resting his hand on your thigh. His large hand is dangerously close to your pussy, and you can already feel yourself growing wet. “Let’s get all these clothes off you then, huh?” 

You stand up and quickly start removing your clothes. First, your blouse comes off, and that’s quickly followed by your bra. Harry’s leaning back on the couch, arms resting behind his head. “Enjoying the show?” you ask, quickly pulling down your jeans and underwear. You’re completely naked in front of him in thirty seconds flat, and you reckon that’s the fastest you’ve ever undressed for anything. 

“Very much so,” he mumbles, palming himself over his khakis. “C’ mere, Y/N.” he pats his lap, and you move to sit in it, now straddling him. He softly presses his lips against yours, the hunger that was there just a moment ago completely dissipated. This was a much more hesitant kiss, more gentle and tender. “You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “I know. You’ve told me that before.”

“I want you to know how much I mean it.”

“I know you do.”

Harry nods. “Can I have a taste of ya now?” you notice that his accent sounds a bit thicker than usual, voice a tad gruffer. You nod, swallowing thickly. Climbing off Harry, you lay back on the couch, situating yourself, so it’s a little more comfortable. He looks into your eyes, placing his hands on your knees. “Is this okay, Y/N?” You nod again, and he removes his hands.

“What’s wrong?” your voice has a hint of desperation in it, but after a week of extreme sexual tension, you wanted nothing more than to cum by the hands of this man.

“Wanna hear you tell me it’s okay. I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want,” he’s looking down at his hands.

“Harry, I wouldn’t have given you a striptease and laid back on this couch for you if I didn’t want it. I wholeheartedly give you permission to do whatever you want with me––”

That’s enough for him. He roughly pries your legs open, immediately licking a long stripe up your heat. You cry out, not expecting him to get right into it. You look down at him and groan when you see he’s making eye contact with you, a smug look on his face. “How’s tha’, love?” You nod, tangling your hands in his curls.

“Yeah Harry, please,” you moan. Harry sucks harshly at your clit, pulling off loudly, the sound echoing throughout his minimally furnished apartment.

“Please what, pet?” He’s looking you dead in the eyes, a devilish grin on his face while his index finger rubs small circles on your clit. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly as you try to calm your breathing down.

“Please make me cum on your tongue, Harry,” you try pushing his head back down to your cunt, but he doesn’t budge.

“Think I rather like hearin’ you beg like this fo’ me. Enjoyin’ watching you squirm like tha’, love.” Just as your about to beg for him some more to feed his inflated ego, he attaches his lips to your clit once more, this time adding his ring finger into your tight pussy. “You’re tight. Sure you’ll be able to take my cock?” His voice is muffled, and you just barely make out what he says.

You clench around his finger, and he laughs, the vibrations sending a new sensation across your clit. “Y’like thinkin’ about my cock, hmm?”

“Yeah, want you in me,” you beg, lifting your hips up. He grips onto your hips tightly, keeping you in place.

“Can feel yeh gettin’ ready for me, darlin’. Think you can take another one?” You nod, and Harry gently places kitten licks on your swollen clit while he slowly pushes his middle finger into you. You feel full in a way you haven’t felt in such a long time, and he only had two fingers in you. Once he pumps his fingers in and out of you a few times, he goes back to harshly sucking on his clit, moaning every so often so you can feel the vibrations against your cunt.

“Fuck,” you’re moaning loudly, and you pray Harry’s neighbors don’t hear you, knowing how thin apartment walls were.

“So fuckin’ wet for me, doll,” he mutters, adding another finger inside you. The burn feels amazing, and you place your hand on his wrist, urging him to go faster. “Gonna cum in my mouth, hmm? Gonna let me feel ya around m’ fingers?”

“Yes, please, Harry,” you feel yourself nearly there, your orgasm threatening to overtake you at any moment. 

“Give it to me then, Y/N. Cum for me,” he demands. As soon as he says those three words, you’re done for, your body going tense as waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. He doesn’t remove his digits from the your cunt until you’re coming down from your high, placing a kiss to your clit. He laughs as you shudder at the overstimulation. Harry places his three fingers that were just inside of you and his mouth and sucks on them, not once breaking eye contact with you. 

“That was really good,” you tell him, crawling on your knees towards him to place a kiss on the underside of his jaw—Harry’s beaming, a triumphant look on his face.

“Not yet. Gotta make y’ cum one more time. I’m a gentleman, after all.” You know he’s messing with you but also serious, so you lean back on the couch, opening your legs once again.

“Are you gonna take off your clothes too? Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Harry laughs, and you hear the clanking of his belt as he undoes it. 

“You’re impatient, aren’t ya?” you nod, and he pulls down his tenting khakis and tight boxers. His cock springs up, slightly touching his stomach, and he hisses at the feeling. “Hold on a sec.” He gets up quickly, and you hear him hurry to what you assume in the bathroom, rummaging around. He comes back a minute later with a box of condoms, making you laugh.

“Is that a new box of condoms? Have you been holding onto those all week, Mr. Styles?” Harry rolls his eyes and opens the box, ripping open a condom expertly with his teeth.

“Weren’t you just the one beggin’ for me, pet? I’d watch it if I were you,” he jokes, rolling the condom onto his hard length. He leans down to place wet, opened mouth kisses to your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Are you gonna take off your shirt?” you ask quietly. “I kinda wanna see all your tattoos.” Harry raises an eyebrow at you but unbuttons his shirt nevertheless, throwing it into the mess of clothes scattered around the living room. You reach your hand up, shakily tracing the swallows on his chest, moving down to the butterfly across his stomach and finally to the ferns on his abdomen. Harry’s staring down at you, watching as you delicately touch his skin. “You have so many.” you finally say. He nods.

“Yeah. Some of them I just got for the hell of it. Felt like after I got that first tattoo, it was hard to stop.” He caresses the skin on your thighs, and you shudder again. “Gonna let me get inside that pretty lil’ cunt now?”

“Please.”

Harry aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes into you, sharply inhaling as you clench around his length. “Relax, Y/N.’ve got ya,” he tells you reassuringly. “Can’t get inside ya if you’re all tense like tha’.” You can tell Harry’s trying his hardest not to absolutely wreck you, the vein in his forehead very prominent from clenching his jaw so tightly. You grip tightly onto his bicep, biting your lip as you adjust to his size. You were so wet and indescribably turned on that you felt every vein his thick cock had to offer, and you knew you wouldn’t last long once he started moving. By the looks of it, Harry wouldn’t either.

“You can move,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry slowly pulls out of you and then ever so gently sinks back inside you, bottoming out. He lets out a breathy moan, moving one of his hands up to tweak your nipples. “Harder, Harry, fuck.” 

He immediately pulls out of you and slams back inside, the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. You scream in pleasure, no longer caring if his neighbors hear what you two were doing. 

“Like tha’?” He asks cheekily, working up a steady rhythm. You nod, gripping your boobs to keep them from bouncing. Harry shakes his head, forcefully removing your hands. “Nope, none of that. Wanna see ’em.” He takes both of your hands in one of his, pinning them up over your head. His other hand reaches in between your bodies to rub at your clit, and before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming again, squirting all over his cock. 

Harry throws his head back in pleasure, his thrusts getting sloppy and frantic, and you know he’s seconds away from his own orgasm. You spur him on, telling him how badly you wanted him to come inside of you (even though he was wearing a condom). He stills moments later, shaking above you as he holds himself up with an arm, not wanting to collapse on top of you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. Why did we wait a whole week to do this again?”

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[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

part 4

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1,4K

Warnings: angst, typos (as always, Im writing it at night on my phone and was too lazy and tired to read it again and fix mistakes)

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A/N: finally some well deserved fluff, or is it 😏?

Your room was unusually messy. Not that you were ever the most tidiest and organized person in the world. But this.... It looked like a bomb exploded here. Bed wasn't made, milion and one things on your desk that were supposed to be somewhere else, books lying on the carpet in the middle of your room, your clothes were everywhere else but the wardrobe and a small plushie Loki once gave you was shredded right in front of the door.

Loki's heart sank. Not because of the mess, but the plushie. It was a small polarbear holding a blue heart. He gave it to you on his one-year-out-of-jail anniversary as a 'thank you for everything you ever did for me' gift. Dark thoughts clouded his mind. Did you make this chaos in blind rage? Did you tear apart the first gift he ever gave you to destroy any sentimental bonds with him? If you still hate him this much, why did you invite him to talk?

All of his anxieties were erazed with your shocked gasp. "Rex! What did you do?! I was gone for only 15 minutes!" you glared at your puppy. Rex tilted his ears, tucked his tail between his legs and slowly crawled under your bed.

Instead of immediately scolding poor Rex for what he did you knelt on the floor and cradled the destroyed bear in your hands. Loki's nerves calmed when he saw the care you had for his gift for you. Maybe there still was a part of you that cared for him. Hopefully.

"I can help with that," Loki broke the silence and pointed towards the mess. Your head snapped to him as if you've forgotten he was still in the room. "You don't have to, you know?"

"I know, but," green light flew across the room, putting everything back where it should be, "I want to," he smiled at you.

You smiled timidly back. However the smile vanished when you looked down and saw your bear still in pieces.

"I can fix that too. But I need some time with it," Loki held out his hand.

You stood up and gave it to him, tips of your fingers lightly grazed his palm. He tried to hide the subtly blush crawling up his neck but he couldn't stop the heat once it begun spreading. You looked away a bit ashamed and started rubbing your hands together, something you did when you were nervous.

As green tentacles slowly stitched the toy together Loki opened his mouth. "Hey Y/N, I want to-"

"No, wait. Let me go first," you interrupted him.

Loki gulped and nodded. "Alright. Just let me finish this first and then you have my full attention," not that he couldn't let his magic do its thing and pay attention to you at the same time. He needed some time to prepare himself for what you're about to tell him.

"Okay," you said and watched his hands.

After long five minutes he returned the plushie in one piece. Just like new.

You muttered a soft thanks and walked towards your bed. Plushie found its new place on your pillow. You sat down and gestured for Loki to do the same.

Out of habit he sat down so close his knee almost touched yours. He apologized and sat further away from you when he realized how uncomfortable you might be.

You opened your mouth. But closed it again. "I don't know how to begin, sorry."

"That's alright. We have plenty of time," he assured you.

"That we don't. My little plushie killer hasn't been out in 3 hours," you pointed underneath to where Rex was hiding, still ashamed.

"Okay, well we have two options. First: you take him out and have some time to think about your words or second: we go out together and we'll talk on the way," he tried to sound as reasonably adult as possible. When in reality he wanted this torture to end already. He wants to tell you how much he misses you and beg you to try being his friend again. But then again, he has to respect your wishes and give you some time.

You thought for a moment. "We'll do the second option."

*

After few minutes of you trying to lure Rex from underneath your bed and a very long awkward elevator ride you were finally making your way to a nearby park.

Loki wore black jeans, grey T-Shirt and black leather jacket with scarf with black and grey squares as a disguise. He wanted to pull his hair into a man bun but thought that'll be too much and let his locks be carried by the wind instead.

You looked casual and comfortable as always, wearing your favourite hoddie and pair of sweatpants. You were looking at your feet most of the time and so was Loki. He started to think the first option was way better than this one. Talking in private is always better than talking in public. Everything with you is better in private than in public in Loki's opinion.

When you finaly entered through the parks gate you sighed and began. "I'm sorry. For everything mean I told you. I just felt.... betrayed and I couldn't.... think straight I suppose."

"Totally understandable darli- Y/N. It kind of is my fault as well. I shouldn't have said such lies. I should've said you are my family or something," he scratched the nape of his neck and watched you from the side of his eye.

"There's more to it on my part. I still want to be your friend. I never stopped caring about you."

Loki looked at you, warmth spreading in his chest.

"But," you continued and Loki's insides froze, "I don't know if it's going to make sense. But I don't know if I can trust you again. I want to, but I'm scared," you wiped a small tear from your face.

Loki pulled you by your elbow to the nearest bench and sat you down. "And what is it that scares you?"

You lifted your glistening eyes to his. "I'm scared one day those words will come true. That's the only thing I was able to think after you showedme what actually happened. It all looked so real. And you said those words as if you meant them."

"Y/N-"

"No, just let me finish please," you blinked new tears away and took few deep breaths. "You are a good person Loki. Now I know you are. It's just..... One day you'll grow bored of me. And similair words might slip your mouth. I wanted to stay away from you and protect myself from that future. But I also wanted to be near you, just like the good old days," you sniffled.

Loki rubbed your back. He wanted to give you as much space as you need but he had to comfort you somehow. "I want to be near you too. I miss you. You won't have to fear that future, because it will never come. You are my best friend. The first one that trusted me in years. I hated myself for destroying that trust. And I want you to know that no matter how you decide, I will always stay by your side."

You smiled at him through your tears. You wiped your cheeks and blew your nose. Just as you wanted to say something a big golden retriever ran up to Rex. Loki instinctively pulled the small pup into his arms before the big one could hurt him. But you only chuckled and scratched the dogs head.

"It's okay Loki. That's just Ollie."

"Ollie?"

"Y/N!" a new voice approached.

"Hi Max."

'Max? You know this guy? And his dog?'

"Oh, uhm. This is.... Luke. My friend," you gestured to Loki.

"Nice to meet you," Max waved at him.

"You too," a lie. It was far from nice. Didn't he see he interrupted something? This is why Loki didn't like public places. Too many people.

"I see you were having a little chat. Sorry for interruption. I just wanted to say hi," Max said. 'He at least has decency to apologize' Loki thought.

"It's okay, it was good to see you," you waved him goodbye.

"Good to see you too. Bye Y/N! And bye Luke!"

When he finally dissappeared in the sea of people Loki turned towards you. "I think we should finish this in much more private place," he said and secretely, so you didn't see, glared at the direction Max took.

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[tillthelandslide]

Hi, could I please request a fluffy Henry prompt from his POV with the numbers 1 & 14 & 25? 🥺😊

No worries if you have any trouble writing with this request, I’ll just be looking forward to your other writing. But thanks in advance and I hope you have a fantastic day dear!

No idea : Henry Cavill One Shot

A/N: Hi my love, hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy it. My laptop was not working today so I had to type this on my phone. I haven't checked it for typos so I apologise if there is any mistakes.

I hope you (and anyone else reading) enjoys it anyway. Love you all - L

1. Do you have any idea how I feel about you?

14. Just friends don't fuck everyday Yn

25. I can't sleep without you beside me

No idea : Henry Cavill One Shot (based off prompts)

Thinking back, I can't remember a time where I didn't fancy her...fancy... What a juvenile word, I guess the real word is love. I am in love with her. And that in itself was a problem, because we weren't what you'd call 'exclusive'. God knows I want nothing more than to call her my girlfriend but I was too much of a coward to ask her, I wasn't sure if it was what she wanted. This.. Agreement, we had was what I think she wanted.

She was coming round for dinner tonight and to say I was nervous... Well I'd rather be naked in front of a million people than go through with this. I feel its about time I finally tell her how I feel, sure this arrangement is nice but I want more. Im taken away from my thoughts when I hear my doorbell ring and Kals loud bark sounded immediately after, the dog following me as I walked to the door.

"Hi" I say as I open it, a smile immediately appearing on my face when I see her.

"Hi" she says cheerfully, entering my house, dropping to the floor to stroke Kal, the large bear happy to see her.

"I missed you bear" she says as he licks her hand,making her giggle "can't steal all the attention, I've got to give some to your daddy" she says, making my heart beat out of my chest. She grabs my hand, using it pull herself up, a grunt falling from her lips as she did.

"God I'm getting old" she says as she hugs me making me laugh.

"You're younger than me, if you're getting old, what am I?" I ask, making her pull back from the hug.

"Ancient" she says, placing a kiss against my cheek before walking into the living room, plopping down onto the sofa.

"That's rude, don't know why I put up with all this bullying" I joke, sitting down next to her.

"Hmm why do you?" she asks and I smile, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Do you have no idea how I feel about you?" I say, smiling when I see her smirk at me, her lip in between her teeth.

"Care to enlighten me?" she says, as she crosses her arms over her chest. It's only then I realise she's wearing one of my own hoodies.

"You thief, this is mine" I say, poking the matietal of my hoodie.

"Don't change the subject, you were about to say how you feel about me" she says smirking again.

"Yeah... I was" I say nervously making her throw her head back in a laugh.

"I'm joking Hen, you don't have to" she says, before she throws her leg over my thigh, straddling me.

"In fact... We don't have to talk at all" she says as her lips hover over mine.

"Actually we do" I say, making her pull away. I really wanted to kiss her but that needs to wait for now.

"Oh" she says, beginning to move away from me but I hold her in my lap.

"Stay, this is comfortable" I say, making her smile and place a peck to my lips.

"Sorry couldn't resist" she says, a blush creeping onto her face.

"I like you" I blurt out making her mouth open. She's speechless and I'm unsure whether it's the good kind or the bad.

"Say something please" I say, my hand caressing her cheek.

"Henry"

"Say something more than that please love" I chuckle making her laugh which is a good sign.

"I don't know what to say" she says, her mouth falling open again before shutting.

"Say anything"

"I guess I'm a little confused" she says making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Confused? Why are you confused?" I ask curiously. She removed herself from my lap and I begin to be worried as she stands and begins pacing back and forth, her lip in between her teeth again as she crosses her arms over her chest. She's silent again and the beating of my heart is the only noise I can hear and it's making me panic.

"Love please stay still, you're making me nervous" I say, leaning forward on the sofa.

"Let me get this right..."she begins, her eyes flicking to meet mine before she looks back at her feet

"You: The Henry Cavill, like me?" she says her eyes finally meeting mine. I nod before uttering "Yeah. I think you're amazing" I almost cringe at that, why couldn't I be more smooth?

"But... But I thought we were just friends" she says making me chuckle.

"Best friends don't fuck everyday Y/N!" I say, laughing as I stand up, walking to her, placing my hands on her hips to still her movements.

"Yeah... I suppose you're right about that... I just thought that's what you wanted.... What we decided we both wanted" she said, her hand resting against my jaw as she looked at me. She looked so adorable, lines appearing in between her eyebrows her eyes glistening and blown wide.

"I suppose it is what I wanted... For a while... And then" I said, pausing to think "then I fell in love with you" I say, making her gasp as her mouth falls open again, her eyes opening in shock.

"You're in love with me? You say you liked me Henry! Not that you're in love with me!" she says but she's smiling which makes me smile.

"Yeah... I'm not very good at this... But is that really so hard to believe?" I ask and she shakes her head but doesn't look quite sure she means it.

"You're amazing y/n, you're wonderful and funny and kind and talented... And you're drop dead gorgeous and I'm in love with you" there I go again dropping those words. But I truly mean them.

"what do you think?" I say when she doesn't reply.

"I think you're mad" she says laughing to herself before placing a kiss to my lips.

"but I love you too" she says against my lips, making me pull back, this time my eyes are blown wide and I hear her laugh again, that perfect, sweet laugh. I pick her up in my arms, kissing her as I carry her to my room. What follows is the purest form of love making, two beings becoming one, almost as if their souls are intertwined, their bodies wrapped up in one another, pouring nothing but love into the other.

She's lying on her front, her head resting on her arms over the pillow staring into my eyes with a smile on her face. I sweep the hairs out of her eyes before gently supporting her face in my hand, leaning forward to kiss her.

"Be my girlfriend please?" I ask and feel her nod before she whispered "of course". I feel myself drifting into a blissful sleep, before I'm awoken by rustling on her side of the bed, I open my eyes and see her blurry figure picking up my jumper.

"Stay, I can't sleep without you beside me" I say sleepily, reaching out for her, my hand lands on her waist and her body lies back down next to me, my arm wrapping around her and pulling her back into me as my eyes struggle to stay open.

"Always. I love you bear" she says and I feel the feather like touch of her lips against my forehead as my eyes shut.

"I love you too" I mumble before sleep consumes me.

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[selfcareparker]

hi bae <3 reading that last ask i’m realizing i have no grammar? lmao

glad university is funnnn, when you said linguistics i was like 🤨 but then i googled it and it does sound interesting lmao

the too much free time part though... :( its like you expected to be thrown in and like WOO BUSY and WOO purpose (purpose may be going too far lol) but i totally get what you’re saying. ESPECIALLY when you expect to be busier and you’re not it’s like :/ ok. (& girlllll it’s fine to complain, it’s how ur feeling)

and bc of covid you have eVEN LESS STUFF TO DO, which sucks. the social part may help? even just a little bit, but maybe having some socialization.. it could be somewhat uplifting? idk gsjshsj

where i live the vaccine is for 16 and up right now but for the younger kids (12-15) it hasn’t been ✨FDA approved✨ yet so my brother is still waiting for his 🤠

okay really quick, how does drivers license work there? here you learn to drive at 16 and you can like actually drive (sometimes even alone in the car) by 17... (also burneks?)

YAYYYY GIRLLL i remember you telling me about how you haven’t seen your family in England in such a long time 🥺🥺🥺 i really hope you get to see them soon!!!! and that covid eases up so you can see them frequently again 🥺🥺🤍

i’m gonna tattoo that to my forehead “not being friends with your parents is unhealthy” EXACTLY!! the people saying that stuff are usually not close to their parents so 👀

i’ve been really busy (unfortunately imo lol) with my dance recital coming up and this singing group (which i don’t like at all) and my final tests bc of school i’m EEK but it’s a good eek i think? maybe? idk lolll, i can’t wait for everything to be over though so i can CHILL. after school however i have a missions trip in north carolina? don’t quote me on that, but yeah 🥰 i’m really excited about it bc i’ll be without my family (like on my own :)) and it’s this whole thing and i’ll get to know people and i’m gonna buy a new bathing suit that makes me look gooooood cuz i’m tryna cop a boyfriend while i’m there HAHAHAH but besides that... more acting and singing camps probably? most likely a summer job.. i don’t have any plans reallyyy set in stone but ya know (ACTUAL i do have a few things planned. but those are things i don’t want to do. so i will be ignoring them <3)

that was a long ass paragraph- but PLEASE UR RESPONSE WAS FINEEE & i love you 💓💓💖💞💘💓💞💕 literally watch me buy a ticket to germany rn

- lovely anon (or catherine? i feel that lovely anon is iconic now tho so. kinda like how i call you aria in my head not your real name lol ALSO I PROMISE IM GONNA RESPOND TO THAT REALLY SOON, it’s just really busy rn) <3

what’s wrong with tumblr i just saw this a minute ago 🥲🥲🥲🥲 they don’t want to see us together ✋🏼 but fuck them 💘

Whaksk wait wdym by you have no grammar? 😭😭hejsjs

Honestly I’m so surprised that I’m enjoying linguistics but i think since i speak english and german i’ve just always been interested in language and esp english since it’s just my second language so i was forced to learn more about the language than just words and grammar, because it’s such a big part of me and also i didn’t always have a british accent so i kind of had to... develop a british accent, and it was natural but also kind of wasn’t??? Anyway why was this one sentence like 17 lines i’m sorry

YES OMG EXACTLY and obviously i’m missing out on the whole uni experience i mean I’m introverted anyway but i don’t mind going to a party every now and then? but i haven’t talked to a single person from my uni (except in class when we had to analyse a poem or something— okay technically some of my friends go to the same uni as me but they’re all studying other stuff)

But yeah I’ll definitely try to meet my friends more often 🥺 but we all have really different schedules rn so it’s really hard to find days where we both/all are free and not too tired and yeahssjsksj but i mean.... i can pay 50% of your ticket to germany? and then we can hang out? 🥰

I think everyone over 18 can get their vaccine from Monday on so I’ll try to call (okay, my mum will call sisjsh) and see if i can get an appointment. but i think everything will be super full because previously only people over... 50?or 60? or people with like illnesses could get it and now everyone over 18 can get it??? Like that’s a lot of people who can suddenly get the vaccine sksjjs but at the same time they’re getting quicker with it (i think today over 1 million people got the vaccine???? Like i know the US probably gets wayyy more people done so idk if that sounds like nothing to you but obviously Germany is much smaller so to me that sounds like a lot???) and also one of my father’s friend’s wife (djdkdj) works at a hospital or something? And she said she’ll ask if I can get it done there so yeah 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

Isksmsjjs it took me so long to figure out what burneks was, i googled it (very weird results?) and then i realised i made a typo.... yeah no idea what i was trying to say lol

So in Germany (as far as I’m aware) you can start at 17 and you can’t have your test before you’re 17 years and 6 months old (idk why) and then you’re not allowed to drive alone until you’re 18 and then you still have two years on probation(is that what it’s called?) and you’re not allowed to drink a single sip of alcohol before you’re 21 (and drive) (cause in germany you’re allowed to drink when you’re 14 (if your parents are with you and allow it), then when you’re 16 you can buy beer and wine, and when you’re 18 you can buy everything. But you’re not allowed to drink and drive (even if it’s just 0.01 promille) until you’re 21)

(Okay I just googled and I don’t think you say pro mille/per mille in english sksjsjs but like the percent (or something...) of alcohol you have in your blood (idk biology sorry) (not that you asked about drinking and driving anyway? 😭 but there you go lmaoo)

Also idk if that’s just a UK thing or you also have it in the US? But all of my relatives from England keep asking me how often I’m driving with my parents (for practice)... and in Germany that’s.... not allowed? Like in england you can get these L (Learner) plates that you can stick on the back of your car and then you can drive anytime with your parents, but in germany you can only drive with your driving instructor during a paid for and legally organised driving lesson so. Kksskaj

Yess, the good thing now is that i can go to england anytime? Because Uni is all online anyway so it’s not like i have to wait until the holidays to see my family, i really hope i’ll see them soon🥺 it was my nana’s bday today and my grandad’s a few weeks ago so i’m painting two pictures for them tomorrow and sending them as a (late) gift next week 😌 (i’ll do like an impressionist ✨field of flowers✨ (that sounds awful sksjsjsj for reference i’ll look something like this: (it’s not mine i just found it on the internet while i was looking for some inspiration

for my nana, and something with a waterfall for my grandad) (looking at it now i don’t even think that’s impressionism? Idfk i had art as my subject for my a levels (like one of my final exams) and i actually got an A 👀 but it was mainly architecture and i don’t even remember that so

Ahhh I hope it’s a good eek!! Sksjj hopefully you’ll be done with everything soon and i already know you’re gonna do really good in all of your tests😌 but still: good luck ❤️❤️❤️

Idk if it’s actually cool? But North Carolina sounds so cool to me (but honestly you could have said any state and i’d think it’s cool sksksskm) And girl I still think it’s so amazing that you just sing and dance and act and omg ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

(I’m imagining us in a montage (?) like they always have in films while we’re shopping to get you a hot bathing suit😌😌 and then they always come home with like 6 shopping bags in the movies—)

This is gonna sound so dumb because who tf wants to work? But I’ve always wanted a summer job 🥲 like nothing too exhausting obviously but i’ve never earned any money by myself? I haven’t had a single job in my life (not that I’m that old and like only one of my friends has worked in her life like we’re young sksjsj) and yeah i think it would be really cool to have a summer job and earn some money 😌 but during the summer holidays (they’re only 6 weeks in germany) we’d always go to england for at least two weeks and then we’d drive to bosnia to see my dad’s family for a few days and then to croatia and then to Bosnia again sksksksms so i never had time for a summer job (obviously i’m aware that it’s a fucking privilege that i’ve never had to work and that i get to go to multiple countries during the holidays but yeah)

WHY DO I TALK SO MUCH AUSSKKSSM

Like I said I’ll pay 50% of your ticket 😌 i’ll be here stuck at home anyway, just let me know when you’re coming so i can come pick you up😌 (this emoji djskksks— but i mean it fits so i’ll use it as often as i can 😌)

Lovely anon IS iconic 😌✨ but Catherine is more than okay too🥰 so just say whatever you prefer ❤️

(And omg you never have to apologise for responding to my long ass, full-of-mistakes responses late sksjs take your time (i mean i wouldn’t be mad if you just didn’t respond to some of them i talk too much anyway <3333)

#lovely anon #<3

[hardyimagines]

Release

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Could you do a fic where charlie has been released from prison and it's his first day out and all he wants is to have sex with his sweetheart ?

Warnings: um, if this fic was a video, tumblr would 100% delete it. Sex. Sex. Sex. Descriptive sex.

SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS. IM HEADED OUT BUT DIDNT WANT TO DEPRIVE YOU GUYS ANY LONGER OF BRONSON.. ILL PROOF READ IN A BIT. IM SORRY FOR MISTAKES AHG

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The previously dark and gloomy prison stood tall above you. Its dark walls and broken crevices somehow seemed more inviting today. The usual intimidating building was now calling your name. Never in all your life had you ever imagined that you’d be showing up to a penitentiary with so much excitement. There was a tight ball in your chest, one of pure happiness and giddiness that was impossible to contain. Your eyes shone brightly, revealing to the surrounding people how delighted you were that Charles Bronson was being released. A lot of the surrounding people were disappointed and livid that such a violent man was being let out of jail, but not you.

Charles Bronson was your long time boyfriend and childhood best friend. Since the age of 15 you’d be crushing on the absolute brute. He’d always been a little bit of bully to you, constantly pestering you. It was like his goal, from the second you’d met him, to be a pain in your ass. Then something changed when you’d been stood up by a second date. Charles had been there to comfort you and console you in the only way he’d known how. He was your best friend — though he could be an ass, but that day he’d been there, ready to assure you a hundred times that no boy in the world deserved you. His soft words of assurance had urged you to kiss him and to fall in love with him. The weakness that had filled you made you so desperate for physical affection and when he’d given into you, neither of you knew how to stop it.

Ten years later led to today. All that teasing and playfulness had turned into something so passionate and meaningful, something you’d never expected from the man. He’d been arrested six years ago, and everyday of those six years, he’d held your heart in his hands. Visitations were limited, but you showed up at every available opportunity. Letters were uncommon — you were positive the guards never actually gave them to your boyfriend. Apart from all the draining, sad stuff, today was an extraordinary day. Bronson was being let out and every negative thought in your head vanished.

The heavy metal doors opened wide. A loud creak floated through the air, grasping the attention of every person within ten feet. Charles Bronson stood between two guards. His head was as bald as it had always been, clear and shiny beneath the bright sun’s rays that beat down on him. He wore a dark pair of sunglasses that shielded his glistening blue eyes. His lips were curved upward, a delicious sign that revealed to everyone that he was more than happy to see them all — even if it was due to hatred for most. The handsome man wore a white pullover shirt, tucked into the waistband of a dark pair of jeans. He was stood tall and cocky, hands full of his few belongings.

“Pleasure meeting the two of you.” He smirked toward the men before tipping his head in faux meaning. “Bunch of fucking cunts.” He uttered before shoving past them and further away from the prison. The man’s boots scuffed the cracked pavement beneath him audibly as he made his way through the long line of people. Unfortunately for you, you were stood at the back. But fortunately for you, Bronson had eyes like a hawk and his bright orbs had latched on to you within milliseconds.

“Fuckin hell.” His husky, low voice hit your ears. “Is that my girl?” In his right hand he clutched a jacket and in his left a few papers. He opened his arms wide as he approached further, a breathy growl escaping his throat. “Fucking beautiful.” He announced as he locked his arms around you securely. Without hesitation, your slender arms circled his neck tightly. Your thighs made their way around his waist and soon enough you resembled a monkey, clinging to a tree. The surrounding people glared at the scene, completely and utterly sickened that you could love such an abusive man. There was no time for you to speak — no time to say you loved him, or missed him, or wanted to take him to eat, and then go home. There was no time at all, for Bronson hadn’t wasted even a second before pressing his warm lips against your own.

The both of you had been deprived, so the hungry kiss was beyond expected. Your small hands cradled the back of his head as your lips moved against one another feverishly. It was a battle to see he could devour the other first. Bronson was winning. His tongue was moving animalistically against your own. You felt weaker and weaker with every passing second. The thoughts in your head were becoming jumbled and your heavy breaths were now laced with quiet whimpers. Bronson moved his hands along the backs of your thigh until his wide palms curled around your rear. He held you against him in approval, releasing little moans and groans so you knew how glad he was to see you. To kiss you. To hold you. It was only when the two of you were about to positively suffocate that the man tore himself away. His body still remained wrapped around yours, but his mouth instead fell to rest against your shoulder so he could feed his lungs the oxygen that they craved. When he set you down, your legs merely fell to the ground, but your hands remained in place.

“Hello, handsome.” You chirped airily, studying how much healthier he looked beneath the sun’s rays. Your hands fell away from his shoulders so they could brush down and along his bulging arms. Tugging him back into you so you could kiss him sweetly, your hands blindly found his own so you could lead him backwards and toward the parked car.

“Need something to fucking eat.” He uttered beneath his breath. Draping his grey jacket over his shoulder, he pushed his papers into his back pocket so that his hands were free. Dragging you into his chest smoothly, he stared down at you happily when you opened your mouth to offer, he assumed, restaurants nearby. His hand lifted to your chin, cupping your warm skin. Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue along your parted lips before letting out a deep, throaty hum. “I want you.” He told you bluntly. Your eyes fluttered and your legs turned to jello. The cold air around you vanished and all you could feel was the sweltering heat from the sun. Bronson’s voice was rough. The pitch was deep, but it was music to your ears.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” You whispered breathily to the man. Your hand fell to the front of his chest, small fingers gliding along the front of the white t-shirt he wore. He pushed his sunglasses on to the top of his head before rewarding you with a slow, lopsided grin. “I’m not going to be very filling, baby, don’t you want something else too? A burger- haven’t you had any cravings?” The man wasn’t really listening to the words that left that pretty mouth of yours. He was entirely too busy envisioning your lips wrapped around his cock. It had been far too long and he was quite ashamed at how horny he was. The shame didn’t last long though.

“All I need, right,” He lowered his hand away from yours. His strong fingers brushed along your stomach as he continued to back you up toward the car. The soft blue colored car was a sturdy structure for you to lean against as Bronson pinned you against the side of it. His hand slid south, thick fingers brushing along the front of your trousers. The fabric was thin, helping Bronson in his attempt to tease you. His hand pushed between your thighs so he could cup the heated space. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against you, fingers grazing the underside of your ass. There was no worry floating in the man’s gaze. Despite the fact that the two of you were stood outside the jailhouse, with hundreds of eyes latched on to you, Bronson paid them no mind. His strong chest brushed against your own, lazy smile morphing into a devilish smirk. “is this cunt of yours.” He spoke against your ear before slowly opening his mouth so he could grip your ear with his teeth. A low, warning growl left him and in an instant you’d spun around so you could scramble into the car. Bronson’s hand dangled at his side, fingers twitching lightly in success as he moved around the vehicle and slid into the driver’s seat. “Off with those fucking things in, darling, they’ll just be in my fucking way.” The man laid one hand on the steering wheel as the other lifted the keys so he could slot the end into the ignition. The engine roared to life as you hurriedly hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your slacks. Rolling the fabric down your thighs and to your knees, your movements grew shakier and shakier.

The man at your side looked toward your thighs, quaking excitedly against the leather seats. He couldn’t help the pride that flooded him. You’d waited years to be reunited with him in such a physical way and he wasn’t going to deprive you any longer. His hand moved to your knee, the pads of his fingers caressing the smooth skin that resided there. His foot sunk into the gas pedal, effectively rolling the car out of the lot and into the main road. Bronson was more than capable of focusing on driving and pleasuring you, he’d done it many times before he’d gone away. Shaky breaths erupted from your lips, impossible to hold in and he wasn’t even doing anything yet.

“Did you miss me?” He inquired lowly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes.” You moaned out impatiently. Your lust-clouded eyes fell to his hand, studying it intently as you waited for it to roam upward. It did as you spoke. His palm grazed your hot flesh, lazily brushing along it as it journeyed up to the space between your legs. The underwear you wore was thin and soaked. Bronson almost chuckled at how wet you were. His eyes flickered to your face. You had your teeth clasped down on your bottom lip — no doubt hoping that he wouldn’t point out the fact that you were drenched. He did. He knew you got shy over things like that and he loved watching you squirm.

“Fucking hell, sunshine.” He drew his eyes away from the road so he could hunch forward and inspect the cloth that shielded your most private space from his penetrative gaze. The pink material was darker in the center, eliciting a loud shout of laughter from the man. He was like a child when it came to sex. He felt so proud when he saw the effect he had over you. “You’re fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Six years is a long time to wait.” You offered your explanation breathily. “It’s not my fault.” Bronson pulled a wide grin before running his tongue over his lips. “Bronson.” Your hand moved to his arm. “No. Drive.” You pleaded. You wanted to get home. The sooner, the better, then he could have you in any position he wanted and do whatever he wanted. You could tell by the look in his eye that he wanted to hunch over and devour you like you were the last meal he’d ever eat, but that would led to a car crash and he’d be at fault and then go back to that hellhole. Your hand squeezed his bicep pleadingly. He nodded once before looking back to the road. He may not have been able to eat you, but he sure as hell had some fingers that he could please you with. His middle finger hooked in the fabric of your panties and without warning he drew the things off of you and tossed them on to the floor. You laid your hand on the door, gripping on to it tightly. Bracing yourself for his touch, you closed your eyes and relaxed your body. Fingering yourself wasn’t nearly as nice as recieving such a touch from the man. Closing your eyes, your head rolled to the side and your legs spread even wider, giving him power over you. His middle finger was the first to push into you. He was being uncharacteristically gentle, but you supposed it was because he knew it had been a while. His goal wasn’t to hurt you — ever. Your walls clenched around his digit gratefully, hugging him tightly.

The man looked toward your shielded chest, eyeing the way you arched. Your breaths were shallow and short, chest heaving visibly. He pumped his middle finger at a delightfully slow pace, warning you up. You knew when he had his cock actually buried inside you, this gentle man would be gone. His hand would be curled around your throat as delicately as possibly, but his thrusts would be brutal and merciless. He added another finger without much warning. His pointer finger joined his middle one, moving at a slow, steady pace. You closed your thighs tightly to savor the feeling, hips rocking toward his hand in need. Bronson was in heaven at the feel of your soft skin, rubbing against his wrist. He struggled to get his third finger inside you because of how tightly you’d trapped his hand between your thighs, so he stuck with just two. His thumb brushed over your clit, little grunts escaping his lips as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You lifted your hand to his arm so you could clutch on to him as he pleasured you. His demeanor was calm and collected so the surroundings cars couldn’t read the situation. His hand moved a little quicker inside you, thumb rubbing more firmly and securely against your bundle of nerves.

“Bronson..” You whispered under your breath before groaning out loudly. You squirmed, attempting to sit up so you could adjust the angle, but your body was limp and weak. You felt weighed down to the seat. Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly. A wave of warmth rushed through you and then an explosion of tingles. Your droopy eyes closed tightly and your mouth opened in a silent cry. Your expression looked like one of misery, but it was definitely one of ecstasy. Bronson was only aware you’d orgasmed by the extreme amount of release that coated his fingers and the way your insides wrapped around him suffocatingly tight.

It didn’t take long for you to get worked up again. Bronson’s fingers remained inside you in order to draw our your orgasm, but you were beginning to feel that delicious ache form once more. Opening your legs shakily, your thighs fell open, slumped tiredly. Bronson slowly withdrew his fingers before lifting the glistening digits to his lips. His tongue moved along his middle finger and then pointer one, licking each one thoroughly clean before he set his hand on his thigh with a low groan. The forming bulge in his jeans was becoming agonizingly uncomfortable. The drive to the house wasn’t far now so you slowly began to readjust yourself. Leaning over, you pinched the fabric of your trousers and slowly lifted the material. You were trembling. Bronson watched you re-dress. He was tempted to stop you, but he was sure his parents would be waiting at home and he didn’t think they’d really want to see you walking alongside him with nothing but a blouse on. The car came to a slow halt. Parking the vehicle in the driveway, the man looked toward you before inhaling deeply. It was evident in his gaze that he wanted to continue what had been started, but the second car, parked in front of the one that the pair of you still sat in, belonged to his parents. He couldn’t very well fuck you with his rambling mother and curious father latched to his side.

The tip of your fingers lifted to his smooth cheeks. Drawing him toward you, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his mustache.

“They won’t stay for long.” You assured him. “They know who you are and how you are, don’t forget that.” Reaching behind you, you grabbed ahold of the door handle before nudging the thing open and climbing out of the car. Bronson took a moment before climbing out as well. He removed the sunglasses from his head and folded them. Tucking them away inside the neckline of his shirt, he pushed one hand into his pocket before reaching for you. Your hand laced through his, soft eyes lifting to his hardened expression. “Don’t be a grump, Charles. They missed you.” He let out a low grunt before following along behind you as you lead the way.

The front door had a large wreath hanging on the front, leftover from the Christmas holidays which were long gone now. The green circle was bordered by a large red bow, hung in the center of the almond-colored door. Your hand circled the doorknob before twisting it so that you could push it open. The rug on the porch read ‘welcome’, a new addition to the home Bronson had once knew. His large hand moved to your lower back, brushing along the length of it. He rubbed the bottoms of his boot off against the carpet before stepping into the warmth. He kicked the door shut gently before lookin around. The scent was homely and familiar, but the interior looked different somehow. You hadn’t done remodeling or moved anything around, it just looked so foreign.

A loud yelping sounded from the corner. To the right of Bronson, on a fluffy yellow dog-bed sat a little black furball. Bronson narrowed his eyes at the beast before looking toward you in question.

“What the fuck is that then?” He grumbled out before taking a small step back as the little beast came trampling toward the two of you. His face was swallowed by his fur, almost invisible. The puppy came to a stop at your feet, tail wagging happily. The animal barked again, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he lifted himself on to his hind legs to greet you.

“This is Bear. I bought him last year.” Your eyes lifted to your boyfriend. “He’s a great protector.” The teasing tone in your voice told Bronson that you’d merely bought the thing to piss him off. “And he keeps me company. I’ve been awfully lonely.” The teasing tone was gone. He could tell you were being honest then. The veins in his arms became visible as he clenched his fists. His eyes fell on the thing as you leaned over to lift it. He was a cute little bugger, but he couldn’t believe you’d gone out and purchased the little devil without asking him. He supposed you didn’t need to, you’d lived in the house for longer than he had. Bronson didn’t have a chance to touch or speak to Bear before his parents came scrambling into the room.

“Charlie!” His mother exclaimed. Her eyes were alight. Happiness radiated off of her, just as it had you. Her arms opened wide, little body shuffling toward him as she drew him in for an embrace. The man towered over her, biceps flexing as he wrapped them around her small form. She nestled into his chest, thanking the lord for bringing her baby home. The embrace was short-lived for when Charles’ father entered the room, the men exchanged a handshake and then a hug. His mother made her way toward you so she could loop her arm around your hips and grin at her son. She was so happy that he was home. You kissed the top of her head before handing Bear over to her. Briefly explaining to her that you would grab the surprise cake, you vanished from the room. Bronson’s eyes were glued to the sway of your hips, entrances by your body and it’s movements.

The next few hours were spent lounging in the living room. Conversations were lengthy and laughter-infused, but as the sun was beginning to set, the chatter was beginning to die off. Bronson was sat on the sofa, knees spread wide and elbows situated on his thighs as he watched you move around the room. His parents had said their goodbyes and with tired eyes and heavy bodies had made their way outside to the car. The man found it impossible to tear his eyes away from you as you cleaned up the snacks and beverages. Throughout the night, he couldn’t help but think of how perfect you were for him. Absolutely made to be his perfect match. The way you connected with his family made him love you even more.

The room was quiet now, apart from your soft humming. Bear was fast asleep beside the fireplace, little body a deadweight as he lounged on the floor. Bronson watched you re-enter the room, hands on your curvy hips as your eyes raked the room for any leftover mess.

“I love you.” He announced lowly. His eyes were glued to you, refusing to move away for even a second. You glanced toward him at his words, shaped brows furrowing. Little lines formed in the crease between your eyebrows before your lips twitched upward into a smile. His words had caught you off guard — you found them to be quite random. But they were very appreciated. The bottoms of your feed slid along the carpet as you approached him.

“I love you too.” You whispered. The tips of your fingers lifted to his shoulders, thumbs brushing over his collarbones as you lifted your leg and set your knee on the cushion. Lowering yourself down and on top of his lap, he removed his elbows from his thighs so that you had all the space he had to offer. “And I’ve missed you so.. so much.” Bronson leaned back against the cushions, admiring you as you sat perched up on his thighs. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, tracing the upper half of his torso before your hands moved south to his stomach. It felt so good to touch him. There was nothing but muscle beneath your palms, tough, hard muscle which you’d missed so much. You weren’t alone anymore.

When you’d been younger, Bronson had always warned you not to mess with boys a lot bigger than you. He’d warned you that they’d take advantage of you, or crush you, and you’d heeded his warning.. well, so long as it didn’t apply to him. He’d given you that fair deterrent before leaning in and kissing you for the first time eleven years ago. Bronson drew you from your thoughts when he noticed the faraway look in your eye.

“Sunshine?” His thumb sunk into your hip, drawing you back to reality. “You’re a bit faraway, don’t you think?” He grunted. His eyes trailed along your features, studying the look of concentration you wore.

“Mh?” Your eyes flickered before moving to his own. “Oh, sorry.. I was just.. reminiscing. Do you remember our first kiss?” The words were airy as they left your lips. Your fingertips lifted to the side of his neck, fingernails gentle as they traced his skin. The man lifted a brow before slowly folding one behind his head. Of course he remembered the first kiss he’d shared with you.

It had been a long day, one that left him exhausted and ready to go home. You’d been so playful that day and it had gotten on his nerves a significant amount. He’d been just a boy. An irritated boy, ready to throttle the girl that refused to give him any peace.

“I mean it,” He hissed. “if you don’t leave me alone, I’ll snap your fucking neck.” The threat was empty. You knew that better than anyone. Charles Bronson had a big mouth, one that didn’t have a sensor on it. His hand was wrapped around your throat, firm and rough as he pressed you against the brick wall behind you.

“Oh, boohoo, big, bad, scary Bronson is threatening to hit me once again.” Your arms lifted to his chest to pry him back, but he hardly moved. “I’ll kick your ass.” You told the man firmly before lifting your arm up and locking it around his shoulders. It was a poor attempt to lug him down and tackle him to the floor, but he was entirely too strong.

“Kick my ass!?” The boy howled with laughter. “I’d like to see you try.” He grit his teeth. You pulled a look of innocence. An apologetic look that made him back up slightly. You used it as an advantage. He’d let his guard down, so you’d pounced. He’d half expected it though, so in the midst of your lunging, he’d caught you on his hips. Your outcry of determination was then silenced when he smoothly tackled you to the ground. The grass beneath your body was somewhat of a cushion. You opened your legs so you could get closer to him, ready to hammer your fists against his back and pound them against him like a drum. “You shouldn’t mess with boys a lot bigger than you, Y/N. You’re liable to end up hurt.” His breaths were heavy and harsh as they wafted over your face. The grass you were laid in was damp and you were sure mud was staining the back of your clothes.

“I’m a big girl, Charlie. I can take care of myself.” Your words were venomous and just as harsh. You attempted to lift yourself up on to your elbows and wiggle out from beneath him, but his hand pressed against the space above you, blocking you from moving any further. He lowered his head as if to show you that you weren’t in control of this situation. You were lucky it was him and not someone else who had you pinned to the ground. He, just wanting to annoy you, leaned in and brushed his nose against yours with a raise of his brows.

“Do you feel in control?” He whispered harshly. You could practically feel his lips. They weren’t touching yours, but because of the proximity, they might as well have been. Your head shook at his question, lashes fluttering shyly as you looked away. You understood his point.

“You’ve made your point, Bronson. Now, get off.” Your hips lifted to buck at him, trying to nudge him off, but he smoothly lowered his hand to cease your little movements. His hand moved from the grass and his elbow fell to the ground instead. He brushed his fingers through your twig-infested locks before slowly curling his fingers in your strands of hair. He lowered his head then and his plump lips brushed your own. You expected bile to rise in your throat and disgust to wash through you. You did not expect a twinge between your legs and then a shiver along your spine. Your mouth parted against his to inquire what he was doing, but he silenced you easily by kissing you fully. His lips were plump and fall, covering your own easily. His hips lowered so that he was laying on top of you, elbow sinking further into the dirt as he supported majority of his weight. Your legs opened wide, small hands ceasing their angry hits against him. Your fists opened and your palms brushed along his back. You didn’t feel in control at all over this situation.. and you really didn’t mind.

“Charlie!” His mother bellowed from across the road. “Charlie Bronson! You get in this house right now!” Her demanding words made the boy moan defeatedly into your mouth. His lips broke away from yours after a few moments and when he went to lift himself off of you, you pathetically clutched on to him and let out a little whimper for him to stay. It was then, as he knelt up on top of you and stared down at you in confusion, that he’d realized that innocent kiss would soon sprout into sonmuch more. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against yours for only a second before finally standing.

He wore a smug grin on his lips as he made his way back home. You stayed in the grass for a while. Your lips tingle from the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as you replayed it over in your mind. It was only when your mother came venturing out into the cold to find you that you were pulled from your thoughts and lead back home.

“Lay down.” His instructed words met your ears. Coming back to the present once more, you stared down at him with a lazy smile before rolling off his body and collapsing on your back on the cushions. He rotated smoothly before climbing on top of you. The position was very familiar. He set his hand on the arm of the couch and peered down at you with a hungry look in his eye. His hand fell to your cheek, thumb gliding along your flesh, savoring the feel of it. The heels of your feet sunk into the couch as you spread your legs, no hesitation or shyness in your movements now. Charles Bronson was one of the fastest undressers you’d ever met. His shirt was ripped from his body and directly after he’d smoothly undone your blouse. He tugged your slacks from your body and threw them on to the floor along with his dark colored jeans. There was nothing in his gaze except for love and desire. The ache between your legs became more apparent when he rolled off his boxers and exposed his erect member to you. It had been so long since you’d seen the beauty that resided between his thighs. Your tongue traced your lips slowly as you moved your hands toward your old friend. His shaft was hard and throbbing against your palm. Bronson had been so deprived of this physical affection while he’d been tucked away in a jail cell, so you’d spend the whole night giving in to whatever he wanted. Your hands worked on his cock, squeezing and rubbing his member thoroughly. He was a grunting mess. His fingernails scraped at the couch before curling in it tightly. He wanted to be shoved deep inside you, drilling himself into your soaked entrance repeatedly, but he didn’t want to hurt you and he knew he’d have no control, fresh out of prison. You could take it though. You both knew that. You’d always been able to take it.

“Charlie..” You bit your lip. “Fuck me.” It was evident in his gaze that he wanted more than just a handjob and you weren’t going to deny him that. Guiding him forward by leading his erection toward you, you shuffled beneath him to get into a comfortable position. Your thighs would be burned red from his aggressive rocking and your insides would ache for days. You were sure you’d have a pain in your lower back if you didn’t angle yourself just right. Charlie had no control when you sprawled out submissively and spread your legs so invitingly. His hands opened wide and pressed against your inner thighs to hold them open. His hips sunk forward further, his tip grazing your entrance. He let out a weak whimper of want and you didn’t deny him any further. Guiding him into you fully, your back arched off the couch and your mouth opened in a groan of ecstasy.

“Fucking hell.. that’s it.” He ground out between his bared teeth. His eyes fell shut as a shiver ran along his body. The man wasn’t going to last long, you knew that. It turned him on how much you loved him and each time he managed to open his droopy eyelids to peer down at you, he was stuck staring down at your submissive form, sprawled out beneath him with a look of love pasted on your face. Charlie drew his hips back, nearly pulling out of you, before grunting as he sunk back into you completely. His thighs would be burning soon, pleading for him to cease his harsh movements, but he’d ignore his body. The throb in his cock would be louder than the pain in his thighs. You opened your mouth and pressed your lips against his front. Showering his tattoos with all the affection you could muster up, you kissed along his warm skin, whimpering breathily when he’d pound himself into you. It was slow at first. Slow and hard; but still slow. Your bodies were both beyond delighted to be reunited and just a few minutes in, Bronson’s reminded him of exactly what he liked. He began to hammer himself into you without warning or confirmation. Your body jolted beneath the force so you wound your arms around him so you could cling to him desperately. Clutching on to him for dear life, you shut your eyes and moved your lips to his ear. The man was rowdy and giggling, unable to contain the sounds that rolled past his lips. His knees bounced against the cushions, hips beginning to roll. “Oh, fuck me.” He practically howled out.

You lifted your arms up and bent them over the arm of the sofa. Squirming beneath him with a little whine, your leg lifted and flopped over the back of the couch. Bronson stared down at you before nibbling on his bottom lip. The sounds that left his throat were sounds that only this man could make.

“Right, fuckin-“ He moaned out. “there.” Charles Bronson didn’t hold back in the slightest. The man buckled into you, fucking you senseless and relentlessly. Your skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, blanket in the moisture. The couch springs were beginning to creak beneath the angry amount of weight being applied and then removed. The man buried his face into your neck and bit the flesh beneath his teeth. It didn’t take long at all for him to finally climax and he did so with a drawn out roar. You followed soon after, unable to hold back any longer and for the second time that day, you shook as the orgasm rolled through you in waves. Your bucks and his thrusts began to slow simultaneously. His body grew heavier and heavier atop your own. His muscles gave out and he slumped against you completely, cock twitching as it remained hidden away inside you. A little moan of approval escaped you as you relaxed beneath him. His skin was stained with little half-moons from where you’d been gripping him unknowing viciously. The pair of you slumped against the furniture, not daring to part in such a passionate way. You lazily brushed your fingers along Bronson’s back before smiling slowly.

“Welcome home..” You whispered beneath your breath before kissing the top of his head. You could feel his smile, lazy against the side of your neck. It sure was good to be back, he thought.

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[ethxndolan]

Let It Go (G.D.)

Summary: Y/N and Gray had a bad breakup and when a series of events force them together they realize they can’t stand to be around each other ... but maybe there’s more still there than either one wants to admit. 

A/N: I swear to god this is my last emo story for a while im so sick of it im moving on to angst lmao 

Word Count: 10,074

Warnings: TYPOS and also bad smut? it’s not like crazy detailed so don’t get excited but technically it is there 

MASTERLIST

My breath catches and ice runs through my veins as my eyes land on him. I despise the longing I currently feel bubbling in my stomach. He doesn’t deserve it. My eyes refuse to rip away from him, almost as if they need to look after a year of not seeing him.

He looks mostly the same, but I can tell time has passed. His brown floppy hair is longer and is pushed back to have a more sleek look for tonight’s formal event. I can tell he’s gotten buffer, stronger and more confident with himself. His presence in the ballroom is even more demanding than it was before, drawing everyone’s attention to him unexplainably.

When his hazel eyes catch mine from across the room my blood stops pumping. I stop blinking, breathing, performing every bodily function that is vital to living because I am totally consumed by his stare. I watch as his face hardens as he looks at me, old memories rising to the surface of his mind. My eyes wander to the person standing next to him, Vanessa, and I instantly feel like I’m breaking out into hives.

I turn away from them suddenly needing a drink to get through the rest of this charity event. I knew he was going to be here tonight, his parents were hosting the event for god’s sake, but I didn’t think it would hurt so much to see him.

I walk up to the bar and order a vodka and cranberry juice, insisting the bartender not go light on the vodka. The tart drink hits my tongue and instead of taking away my thoughts of Grayson, it only brings back new ones.

When we were fifteen we snuck into my parent's liquor cabinet and stole vodka. When I told Gray we were supposed to drink it with cranberry juice because that’s how my mom drank it, his face twisted with disgust. His nose scrunching up in a way that I would come to love so deeply. When he tasted the vodka straight, he quickly got over his dislike of cranberry juice and happily accepted the mixer.

My intense gaze on the drink was broken when I heard my name. “Y/N?” Ethan’s voice brought a smile to my face, the movement feeling unfamiliar from the muscles having not been used for so long.

“E!” I exclaimed. I set my drink down and threw myself into his arms, inhaling his scent that reminded me so much of home.

“I didn’t think you were actually going to show up,” he said. “You’ve been dodging just about anything Gray might have a ten percent chance at showing up at.”

I stepped out of his embrace a little awkwardly, not wanting to tackle this subject head-on. “Yeah…” I muttered as my pathetic response.

He lightly grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. “Hey, you’re family, Y/N. Always have been, always will be. Grayson and you breaking up will never change that. You’re always welcome with us,” he softly commanded. I knew he was right and I didn’t avoid him and his entire family out of fear of acceptance, but rather I just couldn’t stand to look at Gray.

“It wasn’t just a simple break up, Ethan. It’s hard to see him, let alone be around him. That’s why I’ve been distant, it has nothing to do with you guys.”

Ethan’s hand dropped from my chin and he let out a deep sigh. “I know… I just-“ he shook his head and stopped himself. I watched him bury his true feelings deep within him, just as he always did, and put a bright smile on his face. “Well, any way you’re here now. Do you think I can steal a dance?”

He stuck his hand out for me to take and I gladly accepted his invitation, following him out to the dance floor. “I swear to god Ethan if you step on my toes again…” I threatened.

He swung me around and pulled me close to him, guiding my arms around his neck and softly placing his hands on my waist. “You know I’m a hazard, you shouldn’t wear open-toed shoes,” he retorted.

“Steel-toed combat boots don’t exactly go with formal wear.” Our playful banter came to a halt when someone cleared their throat behind me. The way Ethan instantly tensed, I knew it could only be Grayson. I stepped out of Ethan’s arms and stood to the side. Cowardly avoiding Grayson’s gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it,” I said, assuming Grayson needed to talk to E.

“Actually,” Gray’s guttural voice said, “I need to talk to you.”

My eyes shot up to his instantly, confusion palpable on my face. We hadn’t talked in a year since the breakup and now he wants to chat at his family’s annual charity function? The tension radiating off his body told me this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.

Ethan squeezed my arm, “Catch me later, okay?” I nodded in response and he walked away leaving Gray and me alone.

Gray stood with his hands in his pockets and his demeanor seemed to imply aloofness, but I knew him so well I could see the tick of his jaw and I knew he was actually uncomfortable. “Do you want to go out to the balcony?” I suggested.

He nodded and followed me out into the chilly summer night. I walked up to the railing and leaned my hands on it, my eyes scanning the vast countryside before us.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Gray asked. I knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation, but the cold bluntness of his words truly shocked me.

“What?” I asked in disbelief. “You’re brother literally just finished yelling at me for not coming around enough.”

Gray clenched his jaw and looked away “He shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why the fuck not? Your parents invited me,” I shot back.

“And they should have asked me first, but they didn’t. You being here is uncomfortable… for Vanessa,” he said. The way he hesitated to say her name made me think it was actually him who was uncomfortable. He wasn’t usually one to cower away from the truth.

Venom dripped from my voice as I said, “Oh, I’m so sorry for Vanessa. It must be tough for her showing up with a stolen boyfriend.”

Grayson ground his teeth together. “She didn’t steal me,” he insisted.

“You’re right, that gives her too much credit and takes away from your starring role as the cheating boyfriend.” I looked at him and the images of him and another girl flashed across my mind. No matter what I did I couldn’t seem to forget them.

“I didn’t cheat.”

“So you’ve said a million times. Look, I don’t want to rehash any of this okay? Let’s just agree to avoid each other because that’s been working pretty well so far. Have a lovely evening with your girlfriend,” I spit and turned to walk away.

“Y/N,” Gray softly called. I stopped but didn’t turn to look at him. “She’s not… she’s not my girlfriend. I haven’t talked to her since everything went down a year ago either. She reached out to me last week wanting to come tonight for her work. But she’s not my girlfriend.”

I didn’t bother with a response, just headed back into the party.

**

My attendance at the charity event clearly made everyone think that it was finally okay for Grayson and me to be in the same room. That was how I found myself standing on his parent’s front porch. My parents and his had always been best friends so we all practically grew up together. It was great when Gray and I started dating, our moms wouldn’t shut up about how they always knew this would happen and how they couldn’t wait for the wedding.

Our break up kind of ruined the dynamic between our families.

I opened the front door and stepped in. “Hello?” I called out. I was kind of taken aback by how familiar the house was and how much I missed being here. I’d spent half my childhood running around this house with Ethan and Grayson.

“Y/N?” I heard my mom call. “Everyone’s out back!”

I walked through the house and went into the backyard where I was quickly enveloped in tons of hugs and greetings by everyone except for Grayson. I could feel his icy glare following me around. As I took a seat in the only empty chair left next to him I said, “It’s like I know you’re obsessed with me, but if you keep staring at me that intently you’re going to go cross-eyed.”

Gray scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. And Jesus, can you scoot over? You’re practically in my lap.” He made an effort to lean in the other direction.

I leaned closer to him and whispered, “You used to like that.”

He side-eyed me. “I used to like a lot of things that were a mistake.”

My jaw fell open and before I could respond to him I was pulled into a conversation with his mom. Gray and I ignored each other as best as we could throughout the dinner. It was clear us sitting together was no accident, but both of us overemphasized just how great we were doing after the break-up to stop any of their lingering hopes.

As the late summer sun set, everyone grabbed a drink and headed over to the fire pit. I excused myself and wandered into the house to use the restroom. After I had finished, I opened the door to find Grayson standing right outside. “New kink?” I asked. “Listening to people pee? Got to admit, that’s kind of weird.”

He cocked a brow. “Why are you so interested in my sex life? Are you not getting any? Or do they just not live up to me? Do they not choke you the way I do?” His cockiness used to be funny, but now it was just downright annoying.

“Oh, believe me, Ethan has exceeded all of my expectations. I truly didn’t know it could be that good,” I taunted. It was a lie and we both knew it, but I could see it still got to Gray as his face twisted with anger.

He laughed, but it sounded forced. “So, it is that you're not getting any. That explains why you seem so uptight. Maybe you should invest in a vibrator to help you out.”

“Mmm, that’s not a bad idea,” I said. “It would be nice to know what an orgasm feels like for once.”

I started to walk to walk away, but Gray grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Baby, I used to have you withering underneath me begging me for release. It’s just too bad you experienced the best of your life so young. It’s going to be a long, mediocre road ahead of you.”

“Well, I guess then the most logical thing to do would be to hit up Ethan, right? I mean you guys are pretty similar all across the board. Although, I always did think he was bigger than you.”

Gray’s eyes narrowed into slits. “It’s a fluke you landed one Dolan, don’t waste your time trying to land another.”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “It can’t be that hard. After all, you somehow convinced another girl to sleep with you and we both know how awkward you can be.” I ripped my arm out of his grasp and started walking towards the back door. “Hey, Ethan!” I called out.

I heard the bathroom door slam shut.

**

I double checked the text Ethan had sent me with the address of the party. I groaned when I pulled up to the mansion. Cars parked everywhere, the faint thumping of music could be heard,  people littered all over the yard. I was in the mood to party, but Ethan had promised it wouldn’t be some big thing.

I climbed out of my car and had to shimmy my short skirt down because it had ridden up so much. It had been a while since I had gone out so I held nothing back; short shirt, tight top, too much makeup.

I texted Ethan telling him I was here and he quickly replied saying he was in the kitchen. I walked into the house and had to push my way past sweaty bodies to finally stumble into the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Ethan yelled. His cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol he had already consumed. He pulled me in for a quick side hug as he led me towards the makeshift bar. “What’ll it be?”

I gave him my best devilish smile. “I think it’s a tequila kinda night, what about you?”

He chuckled and grabbed the half-empty bottle of Jose Cuervo. “I think the combination of you and tequila has supplied me with some of my best memories.” Ethan grabbed three shot glasses and messily filled them up.

He handed me a slice of lime and the salt shaker. I licked the back of my hand between my thumb and pointer finger before pouring salt onto the wet skin. I held the salt shaker out for Ethan to grab, but he shook his head in response. “You’re not having one?” I asked confused.

He grinned back at me. “Nah, these are all for you.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. He really was determined to get me fucked up tonight. I handed him my car keys. “It’s your job to make sure I get home tonight,” I said.

He sloppily saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”

I took a deep breath preparing myself before licking the salt. I grabbed the shot class and quickly downed the liquid. I grabbed the lime slice next and sunk my teeth into the tart fruit, which instantly helped ease some of the burn from the tequila.

A few shots later I was standing with Ethan in the family room with some of our friends that I hadn’t seen in awhile. I was the right amount of drunk where bad decisions started to seem like good ideas, so when Nick asked me to be his beer pong partner I happily agreed. I followed him through the house until we reached the dining room where a long table had been set up to accommodate beer pong.

We watched the game before us finish and then we were called up for our turn. I started to arrange the cups into a triangle formation as Nick poured in the beer. My eyes looked up to inspect our opponents when I saw Grayson and Vanessa standing at the opposite end of the table. Vanessa was setting up their side, but Gray’s eyes were locked on mine. I made a mental note to strangle Ethan later, he had promised me Gray wouldn’t be here. Nick nudged me which dragged my attention away from Grayson.

“He going to distract you?” Nick asked.

I smirked at him, “Fuck no.”

The game started off innocent enough as we were both pretty much tied. It was when Vanessa started complaining about drinking beer that things started to heat up.

“Why play beer pong if you don’t like beer?” I quietly asked Nick. Or so, I thought I had asked quietly, but Vanessa icy glare told me she had heard me perfectly clear. Nick and I giggled in response, too drunk to care.

I tossed the ping pong ball and sunk it into one of their 4 remaining cups. It was Vanessa’s turn to drink and I could tell she was not happy about it. “I’m over this, Grayson,” she whined.

“The game’s almost over,” he said, hardly acknowledging her. He grabbed the solo cup and attempted to hand it to her.

“No, seriously, I’m done,” she said. With that, she turned and walked away. Gray just shrugged and finished the beer himself.

“Well looks like we’re uneven now,” Nick stated. “I guess I’ll just have to drop out to keep the playing field even.” My eyes whipped to him, desperately pleading for him not to leave. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “I’m going to get another drink, you better win for us.”

I turned my attention back to the makeshift beer pong table to see Grayson clenching his jaw in anger. “It’s your turn again,” he growled. I picked up the second ping pong ball but missed the shot.

“You always did have bad aim,” he teased.

“Bad aim…. bad taste in guys… What can you do?” The few people watching the game who knew we were exes laughed. That only made Grayson angrier.

The game continued with quiet tension until we each had one cup left. I held the ping pong ball in my hand as an idea came to mind. I was well past drunk, and definitely rapidly heading towards trashed, so it seemed like a great idea. “How about we make a bet?” I asked. “Winner gets to ask the other person one question, and the loser absolutely has to tell the truth.”

“That’s kinda lame,” Gray said. “I was really hoping you were going to say loser has to skinny dip in the pool or something.”

I shook my head. “Nope, they just have to answer a question. Honestly.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re so sure you’re going to win aren’t you?”

I bit my lip as my eyes raised up to meet his. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through my veins or what, but there was an intensity in his eyes I hadn’t seen in a long time. I did my best to ignore the feeling growing between my legs. “Mhm,” I replied, “I’m going to win.”

“And you always say I’m the cocky one. You know if I win, which I will, I can ask you about what you were writing in your diary that one day in middle school.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I remembered the exact moment he was talking about. He had walked up to me writing in my diary in my backyard and he had begged me to tell him what I was writing about. I couldn’t tell him the truth so I slammed it shut and quickly closed my little lock on it. Grayson had never let that day go, he had constantly pestered me about it for months after but I refused to tell him. It would be even worse to admit I was writing about my crush on him now that we were exes.

“I guess I’ll just have to tell you then,” I said. I tossed the small ball and groaned as it completely missed the cup. My vision was extremely blurry and it was definitely affecting my aim. I was just hoping Grayson was drunker than me.

Gray smirked at me as he grabbed the ball. “You can still back out now if you want,” he offered.

I shook my head. “I’ve never backed out of a bet before, Dolan. I won’t start tonight.”

“Whatever you say.” Grayson tossed the ping pong ball and I watched as it landed into my last solo cup. “Drink up,” he said with a grin plastered on his face.

I picked up the wet ping pong ball from inside the cup and threw it at him in annoyance. To my utter dismay, it completely missed him. I drank the last cup of beer in defeat. As I finished the last gulp, I wondered if that might have been one drink too many as I was seeing two Grayson’s. And I knew the duplicate wasn’t Ethan.

Gray walked up to me with a stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll cash in my question when you're sober so you can remember every detail about what you wrote that day.”

“Personally, I’m not sure you’re going to want to know what it was about. Might be hard to hear what I said about your brother…” I bit my lip as I looked at him, trying to stop the grin from spreading across my face. “Anyway, where do you think he went? He told me to catch up with him later.”

“Probably with Vanessa,” Gray said.

Ice shot through my veins as I stared at him with no response. I pushed past Gray and stumbled through the house actually looking for Ethan, but not for the reasons I told Gray. I just wanted to be with my friend. I finally found him sitting outside with a few other people. It took me a minute to figure out how to operate the sliding glass door, but once I finally did I stepped out into the cool night air.

Ethan beamed up at me from his plastic chair. “You win?” he asked.

I shook my head and hiccuped in response. “No, you’re stupid brother beat me,” I slurred.

Ethan laughed and stood up from his chair. “Here have a seat, I’m getting nauseous just watching you sway,” he said as he guided me into the chair. I sat down awkwardly with a plop, not having full control of my body.

I grabbed Ethan’s arm and tugged him down so he was bent over facing me at eye level. “E, I just want you to know,” I hiccuped, “That I love you with all of my heart and soul, and that the other twin will never change that. Also, I’ve inferred to him multiple times that you and I are going to have sex, so I would prefer if you didn’t like outright deny it, you know?”

Ethan laughed and kissed my forehead. “I love you to,” he said. “But, if you think there’s any way in hell Gray will ever actually believe we would sleep together I think it means you drank too much.”

I nodded. “I think I drank too much to.”

The party started to dwindle down and I felt myself fading fast. I was sprawled across the plastic chair ready to make it my bed for the night when Ethan and Grayson came outside.

“Dude, she’s wrecked,” E said, referring to me.

“It’s your fault,” Gray replied, his tone cold. “I watched you practically pour the tequila down her throat.”

Ethan held up his hands in defense. “The first five were on me, sure. Six, seven and eight were all on her. And don’t act so innocent, you didn’t have to beat her at beer pong.”

“If I had known she was eight shots deep I never would have played her at all,” he growled. Gray walked over to me and crouched down to look at me. “How are you feeling, baby?” he asked.

“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage to reply.

Gray sighed and I watched through heavy eyes as he pushed my hair out of my face. I wished I wasn’t so drunk so I could feel his touch again, even if it was just only this once. He wrapped my arm around his neck and then slid his arms under me, easily picking me up.

“Let’s go,” he said to Ethan. I snuggled closer to Grayson, burrowing my face into his neck as he walked through the house. I was too drunk to care what he might think of the action.

“Gray!” Vanessa’s shrill voice called, “Where are you going?”

“Home,” he replied shortly.

“Can I come with you?” she asked.

“No, I have to take care of Y/N,” he said.

Vanessa faced seemed to twist with disgust. “She’s not your girlfriend anymore. She’s not your responsibility, you don’t have to take care of her.”

Grayson’s voice was gruff as he spoke, “I’ll always take care of her.”

**

My eyes shot open and I knew I only had seconds to spare. I untangled myself from Grayson’s sheets and had to practically climb over him to get of out his bed because it was pressed against the wall. When my feet hit the floor I sprinted to his bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time as everything from last night came back up.

When I finally finished I flushed the toilet and rested my forehead against the cool porcelain, too dizzy and nauseous to care. The light flicked on and Gray stood in the doorway in nothing but his boxers as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. His soft brown tendrils were a complete mess, but he always looked so cute when he’d just woken up. Gray walked over and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub that was right next to me. “You okay?” he asked.

“No,” I moaned.

He snorted a little in response. “You going to throw up again?”

“Definitely.”

“How much time do we have?”

I shrugged. “Few minutes?”

Gray nodded and got up leaving me alone in the bathroom. My head was pounding, I was still drunk and couldn’t see straight, and my stomach was not happy about the torture it endured earlier in the night.

He walked back into the bathroom carrying a water bottle and a piece of bread. As soon as I saw him, I was bent back over the toilet heaving. Gray put the stuff down and immediately crouched down next to me, rubbing my back and holding my hair out of my face.

“It’s nice to know I still have some effect on you,” he said lightly.

“Not a good one.”

“I’ll take what I can get, I guess.”

When it finally passed I collapsed back against the tub, it was truly the only thing keeping me from lying on the ground and going to sleep right there. Gray picked up my wrist and took off my hair tie. He leaned forward and his arms encased me and as he gathered my hair and attempted to put it through the small loop. His familiar scent was so enticing I couldn’t stop my head from leaning forward to press against his chest.

Gray was still fighting with my hair, but it felt nice and reminded me of when he used to run his fingers through it. “How the fuck do you work these things?” he asked.

A moan was my only reply. I could barely wrap my head around the idea of a hair tie, let alone explain to him how to use one. He must have found some success because he leaned back and pushed me off of him. His warm eyes scanned me. “You’re still trashed aren’t you?”

I started to nod but it only increased the pain in my head. “Yessssss.”

Gray sighed and leaned over to grab the water and bread. He untwisted the cap and tried to hand me the plastic bottle, but I evaded his efforts. “Y/N, drink the water it’s the only thing that will help. You do this every time, and then you wake up and say ‘Grayson why didn’t you make me drink water I feel like shit’.” His mocking voice brought a minuscule smile to my face.

“You don’t get to make ‘every time’ statements anymore, we haven’t seen each other in almost a year. For all you know I love drinking water now.”

“Okay, then prove me wrong and drink the water.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Y/N, bread or water. You can pick but you need one or the other. You need something in your system to throw up so you don’t start dry heaving.”

I snatched the bread out of his hands and took a microscopic bite, hating the way it felt in my mouth. I glared at him so he knew I wasn’t happy about it.

Gray sat down across from me and got comfortable, leaning his back against the cabinets.

“You don’t have to stay,” I mumbled. “Go back to sleep.”

“I’m not leaving you,” he said.

I choked on the bread as a laugh erupted from within me. “If only you had said that a year ago.”

“Y/N…”

“Was I not enough? Why did you cheat on me?” my voice conveyed way more emotion that I wanted it to, but the alcohol coursing through my veins made me not care. I just wanted to him to answer.

Gray scooted closer and put his hand on my cheek but I jerked away and he let out a painful sigh. “You’re more than enough, you’re too good for me, always have been. But that had nothing to do with what happened. And I’ve told you a thousand times I didn’t cheat on you, I literally could not have. It would have broken me.”

“Yeah okay, Gray, sure.” I laughed and tried to wink at him, but it probably came off as more of a spasm or twitch. His words were nice, but they didn’t count a year later and they certainly didn’t count when I knew for a fact there was something going on with Vanessa. My laughter faded as a tear slipped out of my eye. Gray quickly wiped it away, but I couldn’t look up to meet his gaze. “You know these are drunk tears, right? They don’t actually count. Personally, at this moment I’m really upset about the stock market and the alcohol is just exaggerating those feelings.”

“Yeah okay, Y/N, sure,” he said softly.

I finally forced myself to meet his gaze, but they only caused more tears to leak out of my eyes. “Are you over it? Have you moved on?” Silence hung in the air for a moment as his eyes searched for something in mine, but I had no idea what for. “You know these are drunk questions, right? They don’t count. The answers don’t either.”

“No,” he said the word as almost a release of breath. “No, I’m not over it. I’m not sure I ever will be.”

“Me too.”

He eyes locked onto mine. “I’m sober,” he said as if the words held more meaning than surface value.

“I’m not,” I said with a giggle. And then I threw up again.

** In the morning I desperately wanted to sneak out of Gray’s bed without waking him up, but it was futile. He was practically laying on top of me and I couldn’t get out from under him unless he moved. I nudged his arm trying to wake him up. “Grayson, wake up.”

That didn’t work, so I nudged him even harder, and not so gently. “Grayson, wake the fuck up,” my voice was firm.

His eyes fluttered open and they looked so soft and sweet as they gazed at me. The arm that was wrapped around my waist pulled me in closer to him so he truly was on top of me, his face buried into my neck. “Mmm,” he cooed.

It would have been so easy to let go of my irritation and just enjoying laying here with him, but the alcohol was definitely out of my system and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore.

“Grayson. I said-“

I was cut off when his hand landed on top of my mouth, cutting off my ability to talk. My hands were pretty much trapped under him, leaving me completely defenseless. “Shh,” he said, “Can’t we just lay here and reminisce for a little while?” I tried to talk with his hand over my mouth, but my words came out as jumbled up mumbling. I stuck my tongue out and licked his hand, hoping he would jerk away. I felt Grayson smile into my neck and let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t know why you think that would work. Your tongue has touched practically every inch of me, and you forget that I used to love watching you suck on my fingers.”

I managed to wiggle one of my arms out from under him and pull his hand off of my face. “Grayson, seriously get off of me.” When he still didn’t move I felt my blood start to boil in anger. “I don’t think Vanessa would appreciate this very much.”

He started to shift a little, making me think he was going to get up, but all he did was find a more comfortable position. “Probably not,” he said, “But that’s irrelevant. I told you she’s not my girlfriend, we’re not together. Not even a little bit. I did her a favor and let her come to the charity function, but that’s it, I’ve been dodging her ever since.”

“How wonderful,” I seethed sarcastically. “Now, can you please get off of me?”

Grayson lifted his head up and hovered right over me. “Do you think there’s any way we can be in each other’s lives again?”

“Interesting you should ask that when only a week ago you were telling me that I wasn’t welcome at your family’s charity function. Also, you kidnapped me last night, so I’m not exactly filled with warm and fuzzy feelings right now.”

He let out a deep sigh and rested his forehead against mine. I wanted to hate it, I wanted to pull away, but despite what I thought I wanted my body betrayed me and relaxed into him. “That was fucked up what I said last week. I didn’t — I shouldn’t have — damn, I don’t know. I was so shocked to see you and I was mad at you. God, I’ve tried so hard to hate you and move on from this whole thing. And you can stop bugging your eyes out like that, I know you blame me for everything, but Y/N, you never gave me the chance to explain. So, when I saw you I was an asshole. And then I watched you walk away from me for a second time that night and it hurt even more than the first—“

“Grayson,” I cut him off. “Can you please get off of me?” My heart couldn’t handle his words, because no matter what they didn’t change anything. It would only hurt both of us more for him to continue. We were far safer when we were just taunting each other.

He looked into my eyes for a moment before relenting and rolling off of me. I climbed out of bed and quickly changed into my clothes from the party. I opened his door but found that my feet couldn’t carry me away. I bit my lip and turned back, looking at him lying in bed watching me. “I think we can be in each other’s lives… eventually. I just don’t think that’s going to be anytime soon.” I stepped out of his room and closed the door behind me.

**

A few weeks had passed and I hadn’t heard from either Ethan or Grayson, which was both a relief and extremely anxiety-inducing at the same time. It wasn’t until my phone rang at 4 am with Ethan telling me that Grayson was in the hospital that I finally heard from them.

I didn’t even think twice, I was up and in my car driving to the hospital before I could even blink. I burst through the waiting room doors to see Ethan and his parents anxiously sitting there. Ethan jumped up and pulled me into a tight hug. “Is he okay?” I asked.

“He will be, thank God,” his mom said.

“What happened?”

“He was riding his motorcycle,” Ethan explained, “and I guess he was speeding and lost control. It’s not… super bad, but he’s pretty banged up. He cracked a few ribs, has road rash just about everywhere, and he’s currently in surgery getting his spleen taken out.” Ethan let out a deep sigh and a sad smile crossed his face. “But he’s going to be okay, it could have been worse.”

I sat with Grayson’s family in the waiting room as we waited for news about him. It took a couple of hours for the doctor to come in and let us know that he was out of surgery and that it was successful, they said we could see him when he woke up which would hopefully be in an hour or so. It was more than an hour, more like three, before we were told he was finally awake. His dad rolled his eyes and chuckled, offering a comment about how of course Grayson would make them wait forever while he slept.

Lisa squeezed my hand as she, Sean, and Ethan all got up to go see him. They offered to let me come with them, but I didn’t want to intrude on their family time.

I had drifted off in the waiting room so Ethan had to gently nudge me awake. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “He wants to see you,” Ethan said.

I simply nodded and got up following him through the hallways to Gray’s room. When we reached the door to his room Ethan informed me that he and his parents were going home for a few hours to refresh before returning in the afternoon. I gave him a hug and said goodbye, watching him walk away.

I lightly knocked on the door and pushed it open, walking inside. When I saw Grayson lying in the hospital bed covered in bruises and road rash, his shirt off and a bandage covering his torso, so completely pale and his face drained, I completely lost it. Tears raced out of my eyes and my hand flew to my mouth trying to muffle the sound of me gasping for breath.

I locked eyes with Gray and he lifted up his hand a little. “Come here,” he said. His voice was so scratchy and weak, it only made the tears worse as his voice was usually so strong. I walked over to his bed and placed my hand in his. He immediately squeezed it and it was a little too hard, but I felt like it was to hold onto me and make sure I wouldn’t leave. “Hi,” he croaked.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to pull myself together, but it was useless. “You’re an idiot,” I choked out.

Grayson softly smiled at me and I felt as his eyes wandered all over my face as if he was making sure to memorize it. “Everyone else at least had the decency to ask if I was okay before chastising me.” He chuckled a little, but it quickly turned into more of a cough and pain was clear on his face.

I reached my hand up and ran it through his hair. His eyes fell shut at the soothing gesture. “I’m not everyone else.” When I pulled both my hands away from him, his eyes shot open in alarm. They relaxed when he realized I was just pulling a chair closer to his bed. Once I was seated I reached up and interlocked our hands again. I placed a kiss on the back of his hand and then rested my forehead against his arm, needing contact with him in any way possible. “God, Grayson,” I mumbled.

His other hand found its way into my hair as he started to run his fingers through it. I lifted my head up and I could see clear pain across his face from the action, but he didn’t stop. “I’m okay,” he insisted. “I’m okay.”

I sat with him for a while, not wanting to leave until his family returned. We didn’t say much, just held hands and watched a soap opera on TV.

After some time, Grayson dramatically groaned and threw his head back. “I’m so fucking bored!”

“Wouldn’t be here if you’d never gotten the bike…” I mumbled.

“What was that, Y/N? Care to speak up?” His tone told me he heard exactly what I said. We didn’t argue about him getting the bike two years ago, but I certainly made it clear I thought it was a death trap. A sexy death trap.

I gave him a fake smile and said, “I just said I hope you feel better.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t always have to be condescending, you know.”

“I am not condescending! You’re just a fucking idiot with no concept of personal safety. The only thing that surprised me about this whole thing is that Ethan isn’t lying in the bed next to you.” I glared at him and sat back in my chair crossing my arms.

“Yeah, guess he was to busy with you.”

I groaned. “Don’t.”

“Why not?” he chided. “You’ve had no reservations about making your intentions with Ethan perfectly clear.”

“You know none of it’s true.”


“Do I?” The way his voice raised at the end made me think he was actually starting to believe I would go after his brother.

I lightly laughed, but it was forced. “Wow, did they check you for a concussion too? You must have really hit your head if you think I’m actually capable of that.”

Grayson let out a deep breath and reached for my hand. “Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be a dick. I actually really want to talk to you—“

There was a knock on the door and I was expecting to see a nurse walk in or his family, but instead, it was Vanessa. “Oh my God, Grayson!” she squeaked. She ran over and pretty much pushed me out of the way, forcing my hand to disconnect with Grayson’s. She was crying uncontrollably and going on and on about how worried she was and how she scared him to death and how she didn’t know what she would do if she lost him.

Clearly, I didn’t belong here anymore so I grabbed my purse and stood up. As I was walking towards the door Gray called out to me, “Y/N, please don’t go.”

“No, it’s okay I have to get going anyway. Get better, Gray,” I said before opening the door.

“Y/N! Wait!” his weak voice cracked as he tried to yell for me. I didn’t stop.

**

Ethan kept me updated on how Grayson was doing, letting me know that he was getting better quicker than the doctor’s expected and that he would be released any day now. He told me that Grayson kept asking to see me, but I told him that I was super busy and couldn’t make it. A complete lie.

It was late on a Friday night and I was lying on the couch watching TV. It was brutally storming outside and the loud thunder was making me jump every couple of minutes. A loud bang made me jump again, but I quickly realized it wasn’t thunder but that someone was knocking on my apartment door.

I slowly walked to the door wondering who the hell would go out in such bad weather. I opened the door and gasped when I saw a soaking wet Grayson standing there. “What the hell, Gray?”

“I want to ask you my question,” he said. His eyes were dead set on me in a way that made me squirm a little.  

“What are you talking about? Grayson, what the hell are you doing here? Ethan literally told me a few hours ago that you would be released in a few days.”

“My question,” he emphasized. “That I won at beer pong, remember?”

“You came all the way here to ask about what I was writing in my diary in middle school? Gray, you’re injured, it’s irrelevant I can tell you anytime.”

He shook his head causing water droplets to fall off his wet strands of hair. “That’s not my question.”

“I still don’t understand why—“

“Can I come in?” I opened my mouth to retort about that being a waste of a question when he cut me off again with a slight chuckle. “That’s not my question either.”

I opened the door up wider and allowed for him to walk in. After I shut the door and turned around he was staring at me intensely. “Okay… What’s your question?”

“You have to answer absolutely truthfully, right? That was the bet? No matter what the question is?” I watched him run his hand through his hair in a futile attempt to push it back, a nervous tick I knew he had.

I nodded. “Yeah, I believe those were the terms.” I began to grow nervous as I impatiently waited for him to speak.

Grayson looked away and gulped. He then turned and locked eyes with me. “Are you still in love with me?” His voice was strong and commanding, holding no reservations about asking me this. It felt like all of the air and blood in my body left instantly. I just stared at him a shell of a person, confused as hell by what was going on.

Dripping wet, in sweatpants and a T-shirt, goosebumps covering his beat up arms, face scratched up and bruised and covered in scruff, and his eyes staring at me with so much passion that all thoughts disappeared from my head. “What?” my voice squeaked.

“You heard me,” he said.

I tore my eyes away from him, unable to hold his gaze. “Grayson, I don’t think this is a good idea—“

“You have to answer. You made the bet. This is my question.” He put his hands in the pockets oh his sweatpants which only made him seem more intimidating. Anyone looking in on this conversation would have been surprised he was asking me if I loved him.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes so kept my focus on the white t-shirt he was wearing that had become a little transparent with the rain. I made my lips and tongue form the one word I never wanted to say to him, “No.”

Grayson immediately responded, “Liar.”

“What?!” I shrieked, my words flying out rapidly. “I have to answer honestly, and that’s the truth. I’m sorry if that’s not what you want to hear, but it doesn’t mean it’s not true.” I couldn’t believe he was calling me out.

He shook his head, only causing more water droplets to land on his shirt. “I call bullshit. You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

“I’m not lying!” my voice cracked in a way that didn’t help my case.

“I’ve known you my whole life,” Grayson said. “We were best friends long before we were lovers, I know how to read you like a book.” He boldly took a step closer to me. I tried to step back, but I just ran into the door. “I’ve seen the way you look at a guy you’re interested in, the way you look at a guy your in love with. I know because it pained me to see you look at someone else like that, but when you finally looked at me like that I made sure to memorize it because I never wanted to forget. You’re not looking at me right now like I’m just your ex, like everything’s in the past. You’re looking at me like our past isn’t in the past — in fact, you’re looking at me like it never ended.” He took a hesitant step closer to me and placed his hand softly on my cheek. “So I’m going to ask again, are you still in love with me?”

Gray leaned his forehead against mine and it all felt like too much so I squeezed my eyes shut, a tear leaking out. “It’s not that simple,” I insisted.

“It can be.”

“No, it really can’t be. You were my everything, Grayson. I can’t let that happen again. Losing you the first time broke me, I won’t survive a second time.” I swallowed and looked up at him, “I won’t let you hurt me again.”

Gray reached his hand out and wrapped it around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. His cold and wet body soaked through me, but I didn’t care as long as I got to be this close to him. “I don’t think I survived it either, to be totally honest. Look at me,” he quietly requested. I opened my eyes and met his. “There isn’t going to be a second time.”

“It’s not that easy—“

“Y/N, it is that easy. I never cheated on you.”

I let out a bitter cold laugh and tried to push him away from me, but he only clung to me harder. “You’re words mean nothing, Grayson.”

His free hand raised up and slammed into the wall next to me, causing me to jump. “Damnit, Y/N,” his voice was deep and frustrated. The hand that had just hit the wall raised up to rub out the tension between his eyebrows. “You never let me explain! It’s been a year and you still won’t let me explain. You’re the most stubborn, frustrating, hard-headed person I’ve ever met. You’re worse than Ethan.”

I scoffed and pushed him away from me. He only allowed me enough space to cross my arms. “Fine, then fucking explain. But if you’re so fucking innocent like you claim, I don’t see why you’ve been such an asshole to me. Seems kind of contradictory.”

Grayson let out a deep groan. “Because I was mad! Who wouldn't be when you were the fucking judge and jury and you decided to hang me before I ever got the chance to defend myself. Excuse me for being a little ticked off about that.”

“Anyway,” he started, before I could respond. “When you confronted me about cheating on you, I didn’t have an answer because I had no idea what you were talking about.” He took the time to search my eyes for something, but I tried project anger and distrust. I wasn’t sure if it was working very well. “You took that as confirmation and left without a second thought, and then when I found out what happened you never let me explain. I know our relationship was hard those last few months, I know all the traveling was getting to us, we were fighting all the time,” he leaned in a little and gripped my chin and as he looked at me, “But I never cheated on you, the thought couldn’t even occur to me. Vanessa was the one who started all the rumors, who sent you those anonymous photos of someone who looked like me and her, who went out of her way to make it seem like she was in the same place at the same time as me. It was all a lie. When she came to the hospital that day I begged and pleaded with her to tell you the truth, I may have made a deal with the devil but you can ask her all about it.” My stomach clenched at his words, I wanted so badly to believe them but it just seemed like too convenient of an answer. I saw the pictures, they were pretty damning.

“Grayson, that’s a very nice explanation, but…”

“Before the accident…” he said, “I had been so mad at you for never letting me explain, for being so quick to assume the worst about me. I wrote you off like you wrote me off, I tried to hate you and keep you at a distance telling myself that it was better this way. But it was all a lie, such a flimsy fucking lie.” He took a moment to steady his voice before continuing. “After the accident… when I was lying there in the street, you were the only thing on my mind. I begged God to let me get up just so I could walk to you. So I could tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, how you’re my best friend, how were meant to be together. I promised to never let you go again for the rest of my life, no matter how bad things get because we can get through it.”

With each of his words, I felt every wall, every defense I had tried to build up over the last year completely crumble. He was putting everything out in the open for me, he was bearing his soul to me, and I knew that was something that was extremely hard for him. So I let go, I let it all go.

“I believe you,” I said. “It’s not necessary for me to talk to Vanessa, because I believe you and I trust you.” A gigantic grin spread across his face. “I’m sorry I never let you explain.” I tried to show him with my eyes how sorry I was.

Grayson shook his head. “Don’t be. Things were rocky between us, the evidence was pretty condemning… I’m not sure I would have given you the chance to explain in the same situation. I’m sorry I let her into our lives. Most of all, I’m sorry I stopped trying to explain.”

The silence stretched between us as we just stared into each other’s eyes, almost as if we were making up for lost time. “Yes,” I whispered.

“What?”

“To answer your question, yes I’m still in love with you. I never stopped, it’s not possible for me to stop.”

Grayson let out a deep breath and I watched as tears pooled in his eyes, but they didn’t spill out. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up so we were eye level, leaving me pressed again his chest and the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist and watched as he flinched in pain. I was about to protest this position when he shook his head and tightened his grip on my thighs.

I wanted to respond, but he kissed me before I could and suddenly every word I had ever learned left my head as I focused on the way his soft lips felt against mine. It started off innocent enough, but quickly it intensified as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and elicited a deep moan from him. I could feel him getting hard between my legs and my body started to grind against him before I even knew what I was doing. Gray stepped away from the door, taking me with him. His movements were slow and I tried to get him to put me down, but he refused. “Grayson, you’re hurt we shouldn’t be…” I ran my hand along a dark bruise on his jaw and I felt the pain from that mark in my soul.  He didn’t stop walking towards my bedroom. “We have all the time in the world, you should rest and heal.”

Grayson gently laid me down on my bed. His body hovered over mine and he parted my legs and made sure to press his hard-on against my core. “I haven’t been with you in over a year, I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” he emphasized. “So I could care less if this kills me, I think it would be a great way to die.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re not allowed to joke about dying, it’s too soon.” I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him even closer to me. “I haven’t been with anyone else either,” I whispered. “Also, this is a great time to talk about,” I started to grind my hips against him, “How you’re never riding your bike again. Ever.”

He chuckled and kissed me. “That’s fine, it’s trashed anyway. But I think you’re forgetting about how great it was. Like the time we drove it to that outlook and you climbed into my lap and—“

“I remember, vividly. I was only fulfilling one of your wild fantasies. While it was super hot, it was also extremely uncomfortable for me. So you’re just going to have to come up with a new fantasy we can work on.”

Gray smirked. “I can certainly do that.”

I grabbed his neck and pulled him back to reconnect our lips, words completely forgotten. As he worked wonders on my mouth his hands slid up under my shirt, exploring places he used to know so well. He pulled away and took my shirt off, immediately followed by my bra.

I lifted up the bottom of his shirt, indicating that I wanted it off. I wanted to see his skin too. He slowly lifted it off and it was clearly causing him some discomfort. I saw all the road rash that had just begun to heal and the bruises that had turned dark and yellow in the past week. I sat up and straddled him, placing soft kisses on his chest where he was hurt. I moved onto his shoulders next and made my way to his neck where I created a few marks of my own.

I could tell he was getting extremely impatient, but I refused to speed up. With a growl he had me back under him as he worked off my leggings, carelessly throwing them somewhere in my room. He stood up and removed his own pants, exposing his tented boxers. Gray crawled back on the bed and began to place soft kisses along my legs. As he worked his way up and reached my inner thighs I began to squirm from the feeling it was eliciting deep within me. “Gray…” I whimpered, desperately needing him to stop teasing and actually touch me.

His hot breath fanned over my panties as he hovered there. He placed a soft kiss there. “Later,” he devilishly promised as he looked up at me. He quickly removed them along with his own boxers. His lips found mine as his fingers found my throbbing core. As two of his fingers slipped inside of me, we both let out moans. “You’re so wet, baby.”

I gripped his forearm that was working me as the feeling in the pit of my stomach began to build. Just as I was starting to feel my orgasm build, he pulled them out with a smirk. “We’re going to come together,” he promised. “Are you ready?”

All I could do was nod. I reached over to my nightstand and opened the door, grabbing one of the condom’s Grayson had stocked here before we broke up. He smiled as he watched me rip it open with my teeth and roll it on to him.

He lifted up my legs so they were bent at the knee, giving him plenty of access. He started off by kissing me, but when he slowly began to enter and fill me, my lips became useless as I let out a deep moan.

When he was fully in, he let out a moan that seemed to hang in the air. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to remain in control so he wouldn’t come right away. “Fuck, baby. I told you were meant to be together, you’re made for me,” he whispered. His warm breath fanning against my face.  

Gray began to move slowly, taking his time getting reacquainted with me, but it was driving me nuts. “Gray, this is a beautiful moment, really. But, baby I need you to speed up.”

He let out a laugh, but instantly followed my request and significantly increased the pace. The bed was knocking against the wall and our panting and moaning were the only sounds that could be heard. When his hand lowered and started working me along with his thrusts, I quickly found my release. My nails dug into his arm and back leaving red marks in their wake as I rode out the euphoria of my high.

Gray placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you,” he panted. With a few more quick thrusts he found his own relief and collapsed on top of me.

He burrowed into my neck and started placing light kisses there as I ran my hand up and down his back slowly. “See, this is why I wouldn’t let you reminisce or whatever that one morning. That wasn’t exactly an innocent moment you wanted to recall.”

Gray lifted his head up and hovered over me, cocking one brow. “Since when are my actions ever innocent?” With that he pulled out and started placing kisses on my chest, making his way down and leading us into a long night of reconnecting.

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins smut #ethxndolan

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Adrinette April Day 3

Still going strong! (for now)

they dont actually fence in this dont get your hopes up, i just let the prompt take me wherever. anyways heres a lil post-riposte anxious marinette...

Day 3 Prompt: Fencing

Marinette would be lying if she said she hadn't joined fencing specifically for Adrien.

Sure, she thought that swordfighting was super cool, but she normally probably wouldn’t’ve been all that inspired to join up.

She had joined fencing to spend time with Adrien. It wasn't exactly his fault that he was never available and seemed to consistently blow off plans with all of his friends. He had an incredibly hectic and crowded schedule.

After the trouble she had on her first day of fencing, she didn't think it very necessary that she come back, seeing as she had no real interest in it anyways. And after Adrien’s “Good Friend” comment to Kagami, she had trouble mustering up even the strength to want to see Adrien. She knew he hadn't meant any harm -- in fact, it was probably a high compliment in his eyes -- but she couldn't help but be dejected. No one wants to hear their crush call them ‘just a friend’.

So Marinette sat in her room, sadly watching let's play videos on youtube to try to pass her time.

She was leaning sideways on her chair in an awkward position, watching on her phone despite having her computer screen literal inches away from her.

As she sank further and further into the chair, a sudden noise caused her to jump and she crashed down onto the floor.

“Marinette?” she heard her mother’s voice calling from downstairs. “Are you alright?”

“I'm fine, maman!” she yelled back. “Just knocked something over, is all!”

Marinette sighed to herself, embarrassed about her clumsiness. As she stood up, she paused her video to swipe down and check what the heck the notification that had just about killed her was.

When she read it, she almost collapsed onto the floor again.

1 new message from: Adrien

She picked her computer chair back up and sat in it, clicking on the notification.

The message read:

Hey Marinette! How come you weren't at fencing today? I hope you're feeling alright…

Marinette could hear her heart beating in her ears. Adrien was thinking about her while he was fencing! Not only that, he was worrying about her!! After a short freak out, she started to feel kinda bad.

“Oh no, I made him worry… And he wanted to see me! He was looking forward to spending time with me! I could have been at fencing having an awesome time together with Adrien and I ruined it for both of us by being dumb, oh no…” Marinette sunk down in her chair, sliding back down until she was almost on the floor again.

“Oh, Marinette,” Tikki sighed. “You're not dumb.”

“Yes I am,” the girl pouted. “I just blew it with Adrien yet again.”

“No you haven't -- text him back! I'm sure he'll understand! And maybe ask him if he’s free right now… You could still spend time together.”

“Text him back?” Marinette sounded incredulous, as if responding to a text message was a completely foreign and ridiculous suggestion that made no sense at all. “What would I even say? A lie? ‘I forgot’? Or the truth? That I didn't feel like going to fencing? That makes me sound lazy and noncommittal; forget it, I'd rather die.”

“Marinette! Text him back!” the kwami repeated, shaking her head at the girl’s dramatics. “I'm sure he will understand.”

Marinette pouted. “Fine.” She picked up her phone, staring at the message screen and anxiously hovering her thumbs over the keyboard, completely unsure of what to say.

She typed a

Heyy! Sorry! I'm fine, I just wasn't really feeling it today

Then sighed.

“Are you sure he’ll understand?”

“Yes! I think it's best just to be as honest as you can be with him. I'm positive he will understand.”

Marinette bit her lip, unsure. She looked back down at the message. Squeezing her eyes shut, she hit send, then quickly locked her phone and set it down on the desk.

Sure enough, it pinged again almost right away.

She chewed at her lip as she glanced at the message.

Are you sure? Today was only gonna be your second day of fencing, I didn't think you’d wanna miss it, are you sure everything's fine?

Marinette swallowed. She couldn't admit to Adrien that she had little real interest in fencing, nor that she was depressed that she was his good friend. She still had to be as honest with him as she could be, though, Tikki was right. She decided to express her other big concern:

no im ok. i just dont think im that good of a fencer.

Adrien: What why not??????

Marinette: Just when mr dargencourt made me judge between you n kagami i guess. its my fault she got akumatized i had no idea who won and i just guessed really…

Adrien: Aw, that wasn't your fault Mari! Anyone would have made that mistake. Did you not enjoy fencing at all then?

Marinette: No, no i liked it! It was cool! I'm just embarrassed that i caused all that

Adrien: Well I don't think it's anything to worry about! You’re just learning! And even if you think you're a bad point judger, you're not a bad fencer at all! I actually thought you were really good.. I was looking forward to fencing with you again..

Marinette had stopped breathing at all the compliments she had been getting, and she had to take a step back from the conversation for a moment.

“Go, Marinette!” whispered Tikki.

Marinette: thqnk you omg

Marinette cringed as she noticed her typo after sending the message. It wasn't severe enough for her to bother trying to correct, though, and she feared she’d only embarrass herself more in doing so.

Her phone went off again and her mouth fell open at the next reply from Adrien…

I could help you out if you wanted to get better. I know M. D’Argencourt can seem kind of intimidating so if you wanted some more friendly tips I'd be happy to help if you're interested! Kind of like a private lesson lol

“Private lesson?” Marinette squealed. “With Adrien? Tikki, hold me.”

“I'm physically incapable of doing tha-” Marinette crumpled to the floor with a soft thump. “MARINETTE!”

“I'm fine, I'm fine…”

“You're so silly.”

“Adrien!”

Tikki shook her head. “Well, reply to him!”

Marinette held her phone up above her head, giggling as she typed back a reply to Adrien.

“So?” asked Tikki eventually.

“He's gonna help me with fencing after school tomorrow! At his house!”

Tikki giggled. “Good for you, Marinette! See, was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

Tikki just rolled her eyes.

#adrinetteapril2018 #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fic #my writing #miraculous ladybug

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Bullying

Yeah no this is another opinions post sorry @ my new followers I do this if u wanna know what I think about shit just look at my opinions tag and if you don’t give a fuck blacklist that tag

Alright so this is something dan talked about recently and as a fucking baby duck quack quack ima talk about it too

Oof okay so right off the bat

I hate the word bullying

Most of my life I felt the word was trivial and just kinda stupid and cringe

Bullying is something that has affected me and I just don’t like the word but I’ll use it for this because fuck it

Alright so bullying in school is fucking terrible and it does change who you are as a person, im all for self growth and improvement but bullying pushes you to change and not for yourself to be the best you you can be but for them to like who you are and that’s not okay

Here are some of my “quirks” or whatever you what to call them that bullying made me have just as an example (speaking for only myself, not everyone):

-I don’t run, one time a kid in like 2nd grade said I looked weird when I ran so I just don’t

-I don’t run to the bus, id rather walk and miss it, this was a different situation but it does involve running so I see why you’d think it was the same one, uh but yeah it makes me cringe now when people run to catch the bus it’s fucking weird

-I don’t wear backpacks, a kid used to pull on my backpack and spit in it everyday when I was in like 4th grade so I thought it was a weakness to have something on your back so now I’ll only wear drawstrings/little backpacks with one strap on and one off just in case

-I walk faster every time someone steps on the back of my shoe, this has kinda faded with time but it still happens and I get it’s a normal thing people do to like get out of the way but once a kid used to step on the back of my shoes daily to annoy me so it made me weird idk I like speed walk

There are more but those are just a couple

I don’t know what goes through the mind of someone to make them think “oh let’s physically hurt this person” in any situation, I don’t condone it and you will not catch me doing it unless my life or another person’s life is in danger (probably even an animal’s life) and it’s just stupid to me, don’t do it

Just don’t be an asshole, put yourself in the shoes of the people around you and think about what they are doing and why because you don’t know from first glance what people have been through, everyone has shit they have to deal with and you’re not so special that you’re allowed to put more shit on someone else

This is something I even would do with bullyies (I fucking hate that word so much) but I really honestly would think “this person tearing me down is learning from their mistakes and one day they’ll grow from this” and I know now it’s not the best mindset to have but it got me through some bad times

I’ve been picked on for being gay, wearing my hair a certain way (another quirk: I only ever wear my hair one way at school), etc etc. it’s not okay

I don’t care what someone has said to you, you don’t need to say anything mean back, yes it’s funny and hahahahah to roast people and I do it myself but if the person was seriously upset by what I said I would hope if just shut up and apologize because I have in the past and it’s something I morally consider right

Okay now for cyber bullying (god I hate this word so bad)

You alright know I’ve been told some shitty things online, I’ve been called “useless” “dyke” “worthless” “ugly” “fat” “conservative bitch” etc etc. and you haven’t even seen the half of it

There are people who religiously tell me to end my own life over something I said a month ago and have disproven as hate a million times and that other people have supported and agreed with and yet I’m the one who gets the hate and death threats and in a way I’m kind of glad it’s not someone else but ofc I’m selfish enough to cry about it which is fine I guess because it does hurt me and I really don’t deserve it and I know that but it affects me a little to have people say they want me to kill myself and die because I really do love people, I love humanity and I think humans are amazing and the thought of there being people out there who genuinely wish I wasn’t alive was a stab in the heart

Right now the only way to not be bullied online is to not go online and I find that stupid, online is a beautiful place with amazing people and it’s awful to me that people do get death threats and constant hate, I’m an example of that

Believe it or not I support school anti bullying campaigns and anti drug campaigns (not related but still unpopular and true) even if they are a bit cringe because they did help me and some other kids to think about things and if it’s even protecting one kid in my eyes it’s worth it a million times over

Think about what you’re doing and if it’s moral to you to do these things to someone else, I can’t stop you, but you just need to think about what is right to you and what you want in humanity

Anyway that’s about it, as always feel free to disagree and ask questions polietly and sorry for the numerous typos I’m sure exist in this big blog of text

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for anon who requested something super fluffy about vernon and his long distance girlfriend. i had so so much fun writing this and may have gone a lil overboard, but im still excited. i hope you like it! (also, sorry for any typos or weird grammar errors, i still need to do a lil bit of editing but i didnt want you to wait too long before i posted it <3)

genre: the fluffiest fluff

word count: 1,256

warnings: none <3

     It was early. It was cold. You were tired. Honestly, by this point, the only thing you wanted was food that wasn’t from an airplane, but you still had 3 hours to go. Staring out the window at the perfect, fluffy clouds eventually got boring, so you shut your eyes and tried your hardest to get another nap in. When you woke up again, the plane was just about to land. It took you a second, but once you came to your surroundings, your heart jumped. You were gonna see him again. Biting back a grin, you waited patiently for the plane to land, and once it did, you were desperate to get back on land. Coming out of the airport and into a taxi, you had realized a terrible mistake in fashion. Where you lived, it was really warm, but it was still chilly in Korea. You wrapped your arms around yourself and hoped that the dorm the boys stayed in was relatively close. To your relief, the taxi quickly made it to the dorm where your boyfriend and his 12 band mates lived. Biting back nerves and any fears, you swallowed, and raised your hand to the door. A couple short knocks seemed to echo inside until the door opened to a very shocked Seungcheol. Before he could say anything, you interrupted him, praying that he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. 

     “Please, don’t be too loud. I want it to be a surprise,” you said, in very broken Korean (hey, you were trying.)  His face lit up and a quiet ‘aww’ escaped his lips.      “What should I do?” he asked quietly, stepping outside and shutting the door almost completely. You thought for a moment before responding in an equally hushed tone.

     “Could you go get him for me? Don’t say it’s a surprise or anything, just say there’s someone here for him.” You replied, beaming (and still in pretty bad Korean). He nodded, still smiling, and disappeared back into the dorm. You had a little bit of time before he got here. In that time, your heart started to swell just thinking of being with him again. The thought of being in his arms, soft kisses in the middle of the night, telling each other stories to make the other one giggle, playing video games under mountains of blankets… everything about spending time with him made you happy. 

Your train of thought was cut when you heard the door opening, and before you could say anything, you were engulfed in a bear hug. Vernon’s arms wrapped around your waist, making you feel safer then anywhere else in the world. You buried you head in his neck and breathed in. Oh, how you missed him. The two of you barely moved and said nothing for almost 3 minutes. You were just glad to be together again. Overwhelmed with emotions, tears threatened to fall. A few escaped and rolled down your face and you let out a short laugh. Finally, Vernon pulled away from you. One hand lingered on your waist, but the other rested on your cheek, letting his thumb brush away any escaped tears.  

     “Is everything okay?” He asked with a light, delicate smile packed full of emotion that you could never put into words. The sight of you crying broke his heart, even if it was happy tears. He loved your smile too much. You laughed and rested your hands on the back of his neck, practically cradling his head and bringing it closer to you. 

     “It is now,” you replied, pulling in for a sweet, chaste kiss. He eventually pulled you inside, but not without several more kisses. The members all soon were crowding around you, each giving you a bone-crushing hug. Each hug was great, and you loved your friends, but none of them could compare to Vernon’s. After all, even if he was your boyfriend, he was your best friend too. 

     After several minutes of loud chatter and catching up, Vernon ushered the others out of the room, so you two could spend some time alone. Upon hearing this, Seungkwan raised his eyebrows and gave you (what he thought was) a knowing smile. You shot him a glare. Vernon shot him a glare. Seungkwan stuck his tongue out jokingly. It was all around an odd exchange.

     Everyone was finally gone, and Vernon pulled you into a hug once more. But this one… this one was different. While just 30 minutes earlier, his hugs were engulfing you, and strong. Now, he held you as if you were about to break. His touch was so delicate and so soft. In his eyes, you were everything. You were his entire world, and he could never let anything happen to you. The way he held you, his hands rested so softly on your hips and softly pulling you into his chest, never failed to make you smile. He rested his head on yours, and you could be his chest rumbling when he spoke softly. 

     "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he said, "I'm so happy you're here that I could start crying." You giggled. 

     "Please don't... because then I'll start crying, and it'll just be a mess." 

��    "I won't, it's okay." You could hear the smile in his voice. You slightly pushed yourself away so you could look at his face. God, he was so beautiful. He seemed sometimes like a real angel sent to protect and love you. So kind, so funny, supportive, energetic, understanding. So beautiful, with gentle features carved perfectly into his golden skin. Nothing could measure up to how much you love and adored him.

     "What you you looking at?" He said, teasing you. 

     "Nothing..." You hummed, kissing his nose. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a classic Meme Look™. Staring even longer into his eyes (that you could get lost in forever) made you practically lose it, you loved him so much. Laughter started building up in your chest, and you couldn’t help but let it tumble out of your lips. Vernon joined in, and the refreshing noise of both of your laughs echoed down the halls of the dorm. To add to the madness, Vernon’s fingers danced around your stomach, tickling you relentlessly. Your laughter turn into shrieks as he easily (and rather impressively) slung you over his shoulder, only to toss you down on the near couch. As soon as you hit the softness of the couch, his hands returned to your sides. The laughter never ceased between you two. Sadly, both of you got tired fast. To no-one’s surprise, you ended up cuddling on the oh-so-familiar couch. Putting on both his and your favorite show, you prepared to be stuck there for a while.

                                                      ooo

     It was 7:15 in the morning when the rest of the boys sleepily stumbled in. Their hushed voices soon turned into soft laughter and a small chorus of ‘aww’. You had fallen asleep with you head resting on Vernon’s chest, and his arms tightly wrapped around your torso. Judging by his undisturbed and heavy breathing, Vernon was still asleep.

     “Wake up lovebirds~” sang a familiar voice. Vernon mumbled something that you couldn’t understand before realizing what was going on. Seungkwan let out a loud laugh and said something in Korean that you didn’t understand. Vernon jumped up and lunged at Seungkwan, all while Seungkwan continued laughing. More and more laughter built up from the members witnessing the strange ‘fight’ (if you could even call it that). Your boyfriend was such a dweeb, but a dweeb that you loved with all your heart.

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