constant fun

Deep Blue sketch dump (ft. a random girl i saw at starbucks and my inability to draw sharks)

What the signs look for in a relationship

**check your sun and veuns signs **

aries: adventure , excitement , unexpected shit

taurus: stability , fun , constant affection

gemini: mutual understanding , space , some who lives in the moment

cancer: sensitivity, lots of love , a lot of attention

leo: admiration , fun , spontaneous

virgo: chilled out vibes , understanding , stability

libra: balancedness , equality , going with the flow

scoprio: dominance , lots of bdsm , intensity

sagittarius: to be babied , lots of attention , to get praised here and there

capricorn: lots of communication , non clingy , doesn’t take shit too seriously

aquarius: uniqueness , unexpected , weird shit

pisces: deep understanding , spiritual connections

I miss you.

I miss sleeping next to you
I miss waking up next to you
I miss reminding you how beautiful you are
I miss showing you off to the world
I miss kissing you
I miss holding you
I miss showing you how much I love you
I miss having you cuddle closer to me at night
I miss you stealing my clothes
I miss you begging me to make you food
I miss kissing you on your forehead
I miss taking cute pictures
I miss fucking around with you
I miss taking you out to dinner
I miss spoiling you
I miss buying you flowers
I miss surprising you
I miss not having to keep my hands off of you
I miss teasing you
I miss your smile
And I miss your eyes
I miss your jokes
And I miss the constant making fun of each other
I miss hearing about your day
I miss hearing what makes you upset
I miss wiping your tears away
I miss getting lost with you
I miss the car rides with no destination
I miss not being able to make it through a single movie
I miss beating you at games
I miss you being cocky
I miss touching you
I miss making memories with you
I miss seeing you
I miss the inside jokes
And I miss talking to you 24/7
I miss taking care of you when you were sad, nervous, or not feeling yourself
I miss holding your hand
I miss you putting your legs across me in the car
I miss you grabbing my hand in the car so you could sleep
I miss sharing moments with you
I miss calling you mine
I miss us

I don’t miss having to watch what I say
I don’t miss not knowing what’s okay
I don’t miss not knowing how much I mean to you
I don’t miss being so unsure
I don’t miss not being able to text you
I don’t miss stopping myself from saying things
I don’t miss not sharing my day with you
I don’t miss not knowing where I stand

But I miss you, I miss you more than words can describe.

vimeo

sexy knights x constant fun x rookies

Aries Compatibility

(Note: Talking from personal experience. Remember have to look at an entire chart to really know your compatibility, if you don’t relate that’s probs why💞)

Aries x Aries: Fuck me up, now THIS is an explosion. Don’t think it would last long, plus someone might just die. Proceed with caution.

Aries x Taurus: This relationship can work so well. In a lot of ways they are what each other really need, but unfortunately a lot of the time do not want. Heartbreak central for Taurus from what I’ve seen.

Aries x Gemini: So much attraction between these two. 10/10 combo if the Aries can control their anger. Usually see Aries getting hurt with this one tho. Totally didn’t personally get fucked over by a Gemini…

Aries x Cancer: Not a fan, but I’m sure it could work with the right people. Cancer is usually too emotional for the Aries to handle from what I’ve seen. It’s just meh.

Aries x Leo: Written in the stars. This is most people’s OTPs. Kind of perfect for each other in theory. Almost don’t like it cuz it’s overrated.

Aries x Virgo: I can see it working. I think Aries has a lot of admiration for Virgo. Can see this being the ‘they were best friends first’ couple.

Aries x Libra: Ship ship ship🛳 When this combo works it really fucking works. Definitely a hard one to make last, but almost worth getting fucked up for that kind of chemistry.

Aries x Scorpio: PASSION OVERLOAD. Good luck making this one work, but hats off to those who do. Can imagine this couple to just be constant fireworks and hella fun to be around.

Aries x Sagittarius: Lit lit lit🔥 Just a real natural connection between these two. Nothing seems forced with them. Fun times and good vibes.

Aries x Capricorn: No no no. Not a fan, not down for it. Soz to you couples out there I’m bashing but HOW?!?!?!

Aries x Aquarius: Better as friends in my opinion. If they manage to get and stay together tho, I can see them dominating life and just winning. Would be a v unconventional couple, almost better not labelling things with these two.

Aries x Pisces: I used to hate this pairing. Now I’m in this paring so 10/10! So much to learn from each other and are fucking adorable. Too pure for this world. I’m biased soz.

Being trans is fun. Fun with all the routine blood tests, needles in the ass, getting outed and misgendered, being outcasted, being denied jobs, having to buy expensive hormones behind unsupportive parent’s backs, insurance not covering said hormones, all the doctor’s appointments you have to go to and thinking of ways to lie about where you’re going, educating doctors and nurses that no, you’re not sick because of the hormones, having therapists not gender you correctly, SURGERY WAITING LISTS BEING SO DAMN LONG, and people claiming you’re faking it because you don’t have constant crippling bottom dysphoria. Fun times.

“But she looked way better before she put all that makeup on!!”
And you looked way better before you opened your mouth and let your irrelevant opinion fall out

Being Stiles sister would include

*Star wars marathons

 *Lots of teasing 

 *“No I’m the better Stilinski!” 

 *Derek constantly being annoyed

 *“God damn it! There’s two of them!” 

 *Playing pranks on each other

 *“Crap (Y/n). You scared the shit out of me!”

Originally posted by stvlinski

*Your birthday being the best. 

 *Stiles only being 10 minutes older than you 

 *Him treating you like you’re a baby

Originally posted by no-chill-stilinski

*Scott and Stiles eating take out together 

 *Scott mentions that he thinks you’re dating someone 

*Stiles freaking out 

 *“What? My baby sister can’t be dating anyone!”

Originally posted by dalanne

*You cheering him on at his lacrosse games 

 *“I can’t believe the biggest nerd of the century, somehow made the lacrosse team.“ 

 *Isaac laughing at this

 *You and Isaac teaming against Stiles

 *Scott coming to Stiles’ defence 

 *“He’s actually quite good

*Even more teasing 

 *"Oh look, Stiles and Scott are a couple now." 

 *You and Isaac seem to bond over making fun of "those idiots.”

Originally posted by stvlinski

*Being completely devastated when the nogitsune takes over Stiles 

 *“You can’t kill me!" 

 *You sobbing 

 *"I don’t want to kill you. You’re my brother and I love you." 

 *Seeing a glimpse of Stiles 

 *"I know you’re still in there Stiles. Keep fighting!”

Originally posted by gifs-of-stiles

*“You’re falling into my trap sister.”

 *Realizing that you have elemental powers that you never knew about

 *Getting scared and striking the nogitsune with a ball of fire 

 *Being over joyed when you get Stiles back

 *“I can’t believe my sister has supernatural powers.”

 *“Get used to it." 

 *Using your powers to prank Stiles even more

 *Isaac becoming even closer to you because of your constant need to make fun of your brother

 *Stiles not liking it at all

Originally posted by blackandeath

*Stiles catching you and Isaac making out in your room 

 *At first he heard a thump and let it go, but then it happened again 

 *He began to hear noises

 *"Cut it out! My brother could hear us." 

 *Stiles opened the door catching you two

 *"Really?!”

*“Seriously?! Isaac?!”

 *“Stiles, get out!" 

 *Isaac being very shy

 *This being the first time that you or Stiles has seen Isaac speechless

 *"I’m sorry?” He finally says

 *Stiles actually really digging your relationship 

*Scott making fun of you two

 *The tables have turned and now Scott and Stiles tease you and Isaac

*"Oh how the mighty have fallen!”

Originally posted by procrastinationismyfriend

*Going on a pack mission

 *Losing control of your powers

 *Stiles rushing to your side

 *“Are you ok?”

 *“I’m fine.”

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

*Overall just being the best siblings ever

 *Love all around

 *You may tease each other a lot, but you love each other none the less

 *No one could ever say you didn’t

4

being mentally ill is so much fun!! i love liking someone then having a burning rage against them in 0.2 seconds. love it

A half full coffee mug

Hi everyone! First of: A massive thank you to @stylesamaya16 for requesting this one shot. I really hope you like it. Second: Thank you so much to anyone who reads the stuff I write. It makes me very happy. 

In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 

Picture is not mine, but has been granted to us by someone generous on the internet. 

I flinched at the burning sensation of hot liquid spilling over the edge of the cup and onto my fingers and hissed as pain shot through my hand. To my relief, none of it had dripped onto my shirt, as a stain would have surely been enough reason for my boss to pick on me, something he did on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was particularly mean or rude, he simply enjoyed to poke fun at someone. I often explained it to myself by thinking that his unprofessional behavior was due to him being fairly new to the CEO position. And though I usually knew how to take a joke, since he was my boss I didn’t know what to answer to his teasing and remained quiet most of the time. After all, he was the reason I could pay my rent and afford living in the city. Of course me staying quiet, led to him teasing me further and with that the circle was full and my days at work painful.
I was pulled from my thoughts as his voice ripped me from my thoughts.

“Where’s that coffee, Miss Y/L/N?”

Mr. Styles appeared in the doorway to his office. He grinned upon noticing my struggle at holding his stacks of paper and tilted his head to the side before disappearing again.

“Coming!” I quickly answered and ushered forward to follow him.

Mr. Styles already sat behind his desk again, a frown overtaking his lovely face and both his hands massaging against his temple, just by the edge of his short, brown hair. I observed the sleeves of his suit slipping down so that the tattoos on his wrists became visible, yet only partially as I had never fully seen them before. Tattoo covered wrists wasn’t something I would have pictured on a business man and CEO like him and due to the white shirts he sometimes wore, I knew his chest was full of black ink as well. Just another reason as to why I sometimes found myself struggling to understand, how he had ended up in a job like this. A manager of a music company, when he would have fit so much better onto the stage himself. But those days were over, as I was told by one of my coworkers after I had asked about his reasons to start a company by himself.
I put the coffee cup down by one of the many piles of paper on his desk. The only answer I got was a short nod and I turned to walk out again, but stopped when he called me back.

“Is there something else I can do for you, sir?” I timidly asked.

Mr. Styles huffed before pushing his chair back and getting back up. He came to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it.

“There is, actually. I will need you to work overtime today. There are three more contracts I need you to go over for me before I can sign them.”

“Okay.” My voice stayed calm and neutral, but on the inside my blood boiled. I could have cried. This job had me on my feet and running errands for him from 5:30 am until 6pm and now he expected me to work overtime? I could barely stand properly anymore.

“Tracy can’t stay, because her husband won’t watch the kids tonight and Jeremy will be attending a conference in California tomorrow. That’s why I need you to do it,” he explained.

I shook my head in understanding. “Of course. I’ll go finish the scripts you gave me this morning now so I can start on those contracts as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Styles crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Good. I’ll have Tracy leave them on your desk before she leaves.”

I nodded and turned to leave again. Just when I was about to close the door he added: “And thanks for half the cup of coffee. I assume the rest is decorating your skirt?”

I looked down to my legs and felt a rush of heat shoot into my cheeks upon seeing the large brown stains covering both thighs. Mr. Styles seemingly found my embarrassment amusing as he grinned and lowly chuckled.

“Suits you.”

I bit my lip and fought back the insults laying on my tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

I pulled the door close behind myself before pressing my eyes shut. I wished upon the floor breaking open so that it’d swallow me whole. Or even better: swallow him whole.

“He isn’t being easy on you today, is he?” Tracy, my coworker,  asked as she stopped to stand before me, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.

I shook my head. “He never is.”

“I find him quite a charmer, though,” she said and winked at me as she adjusted the folders she held tightly in her arms.

I shrugged and brushed at the stains on my skirt which looked as if they wouldn’t dry any time soon. “If he is, then I haven’t seen it before. Personally I think he’s less charming than he is an inconsiderate prick.”

Tracy laughed at my words before shaking her head. “Stay strong Y/N. You’ll see, he isn’t that bad.”

….

My gaze had long drifted from the text in my hands to the window from where I could see that the world had turned dark. It felt peaceful as well as upsetting. My eyes were heavy and I reached up to rub them, as I was normally long in bed by now. The pile of scripts and contracts I was to go over just didn’t want to get any smaller and the constant ache inside my head didn’t make it much easier to stay concentrated either. I jumped at the sound of a cup being placed on my desk. I looked up and was surprised when my eyes met the familiar green ones from my boss, who stood leaning against the side of my desk. Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thought you might need one,” he said and motioned to the cup of coffee before me.

I took it and thanked him quietly. “It’s becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mr. Styles answered, yet for once he didn’t sound as pretentious when he spoke. “It was my turn to bring you one anyway.”

“Not really. I’m your assistant and you’re my boss. It says in my job description that I have to tend to your every need. Don’t think it says so in yours.”

“Doubt it does. Why would one of the conditions to be in my position be to tend to my own needs.”

I didn’t answer his remark and refrained from rolling my eyes when he smirked down at me. I watched him reaching out and pulling the papers I was holding out of my grasp. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes move as they went over the text, noticing their puffiness and how much messier his hair was since I had spoken to him last this afternoon. It seemed as though he wasn’t well rested himself. Mr. Styles shook his head and tossed the papers away.

“No wonder you’re close to falling asleep. This is a pure bedtime story.”  
“Well, I appreciate the coffee,” I replied and gave him an appreciative smile.

“I hope you do.”

Mr. Styles grinned widely and I frowned, unsure what it was that amused him so much. He kept his expectant gaze on me before I lifted the cup up and peered inside. I rolled my eyes and set it back down without taking a sip. “Half full. Funny.”

“Oi, she bits back,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling behind his eyes as if he had been waiting for me to react annoyed.

Maybe it was to blame on how utterly tired I felt or maybe it was simply that I had had enough of it, but I decided to give in. He wanted to see me angry? Fine. After having worked my ass of for months for him now without ever getting anything back other than constant nagging and making fun of me, I could give him angry. Easily.

“Are there any more jokes you would like to play on my expense tonight, or may I resume the work you have given me? I’d like to go home at some point. Preferably before tomorrow,” I said, my voice calm but laced with tension and annoyance.

The smile faded off Harry’s face and was replaced by a frown. He uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest and instead rested them on the desk. “How have I angered you?”

I huffed at his question and shook my head. How could he be so ignorant to believe everything he did was instantly hilarious? This man just didn’t know when to stop, as if he had never been denied anything ever throughout his entire life. This only angered me even more.

“Right now?” I asked in a challenging tone, “Or any other time? It’s kinda difficult to choose and I’d need you to narrow it down a little, because there are too many times to count!”

Unsure of what exactly had gotten into me I pushed away the piles laying close by, nearly knocking over the coffee, before I shot to my feet. I bent down to reach for my bag before slinging it over my shoulder, my hands shaking visibly as I rambled on.

“You fail to take anything I say or do seriously! It doesn’t matter whether or not I do something right or wrong because you always try to make fun of me anyway! Even when it’s something as stupid as stains on my clothing! I mean, what is this all about?!”

I angrily pushed back the chair I had been sitting in. Mr. Styles watched my movements, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

“On top of it all you have been having me work for ten hours now! I am so sick of you doing anything in your power to make my time here unbearable and ensure that I feel miserable by the time I’m allowed to go home!”

Mr. Styles held up both hands in defense and backed a way. “I explained to you why I needed you to stay,” he spoke, “and I just brought you coffee.”

Tears shot to my eyes and heat to my cheeks. He watched with his mouth wide open as I completely let my nerves get the best of me. My cheeks flushed and I noisily sniffled.

“Only to play a joke on me. Again.” I sobbed. For a minute I had believed there was a decent bone in his body and that he had truly tried to do something nice for me. I shook my head, not feeling embarrassed at all, too exhausted to care, really.

“I’m done,” I said, “I quit.”

My hands frantically pulled the hair out of its ponytail as I pushed past a speechless Harry Styles. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had come up with his brilliant joke, but my head pounded and my nerves had been robbed of their last strength. I was about to reach the door when he found his voice again and called after me.

“Y/N wait! You’re right. Shit, don’t leave. I’m sorry!”

He hurried after me and reached out to pull me back by my arm. I hissed at the contact and shrugged him off to which his face fell even more.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t realize I was pushing it too far.”

“Mr. Styles-”

“Call me Harry, please.”

I brushed away the left over tears from my cheeks. “Okay. Harry, I don’t think I can work for you any longer. It has gotten pretty obvious to me that I fit into this company.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Fucking great.” He exhaled heavily before brushing both hands over his face. “I always mess it up, don’t I?”

He stared at me with his brows furrowed and his mouth open and I suppressed my surprise at hearing him swear.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused at his words. He could admit when he messed up?

Harry fumbled with the tie around his neck to loosen it up and released a tired sigh. “I was told managing my own record company would be difficult. But i didn’t think keeping my assistant would become the problem.”

“Find yourself one who puts up with your childish shit and it won’t be,” I spat, somehow unable to bite my tongue and I was about to turn around again when he reached out to pull me back once more.

I expected him to yell at me, but he didn’t seem to be pissed him off at my snarky remark. Instead he nodded in agreement. His eyes bore into mine.

“I don’t want to look for a different assistant, Y/N. Please stay.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

I lowered my head and adjusted my bag. “Have tracy pack my things, will you? I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Just as my hand touched the door handle, Harry’s touched my arm in a strong hold. I was about to push the door open when he pulled me back further so I was flush against his chest and his eyes stared into mine for only a moment, before he leaned down and brought my face closer to his with his hand. I only got to look into his green eyes for a moment, before my lips were captured by his. I couldn’t even react properly, his forceful kisses leaving me breathless and my mind dizzy. He was kissing me fully and had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I couldn’t have escaped, not even if I wanted to.  I whimpered when he pushed his tongue against my lower lip and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes until he pulled me up and off my feet, so we could be even closer. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the feeling of having his warm mouth against my own. I melted into him. Into Harry. My boss. Harry.

My hands fell down to his shoulders and I forcefully pushed against him. He reacted immediately and pulled away, letting me down to stand on my own feet again.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. His cheeks were rosy and his lips swollen. “Could’t have let you leave without-”

“What was that?” I wondered, finding it difficult to wrap my had around what we just did.

“A kiss,” he answered and reached down to hold my hand. A smile graced his lips when I didn’t pull away.

We still stood between the desks of the deserted workplace, the room dimly lit by the laps light in his office.

“I noticed,” I said and stared at his ringed hand holding mine tightly. “You’re my boss.”

“Am I? So you won’t quit?”

I stared at him. “You’re my boss! You employ me, Mr. Styles! You can’t just kiss me like that!”

“Harry. And you kissed me back, Y/N,”  he retorted as his thumb drew circles over the back of my hand, his voice much calmer than my desperate one.

“Kinda difficult not to with your tongue in my mouth,” I argued, finding it unbelievable that he thought he could just shrug this off. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him, while to me it most certainly was.
Yet I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, just as kissing him had. It was wrong, I knew that, but at the same time, there was something there that pulled me to him, no matter how annoying he always behaved around me.  

“You-” Harry began as he swallowed hard, “I’m sorry if you feel like I overstepped a line. Oh god. Did I force you into this? I thought you felt it, too, Y/N. I didn’t realize…”

He shook his head and let go of my hand before taking a step back. “I can write you recommendations and make sure you get a well payed job.”

“Harry-” I tried but he shook his head once more.

“It’s alright,” he interrupted me quickly, “It’s the least I can do after being so horrible to you, you feel like you can’t work here anymore.”

“I’m so confused,” I admitted, “I don’t even like you.”

“Ouch,” Harry spoke half-heartily, his voice full of defeat.

“But,” I began, trying to find the right words to express how I felt, “there’s something… there.”

“There is,” Harry answered slowly, “Have felt it for a long while now, you know.”

“But there shouldn’t be,” I continued, “it’s inappropriate.”

Harry stepped closer and carefully reached out his hand for me to take, which I did just as slowly. He smiled and stared at our interlocked fingers. It surprised me how easy it was to allow him to touch me when I still felt a rather strong dislike towards this man.

“Maybe if you’d allow me to take you out for a drink? We could forget about work and head to the bar around the corner. Get to know each other a little better.”

And though I knew it was a bad idea, all I said was: “Let’s go.”

….

“And that,” Harry explained, “is how I got the job I have now.”

“Hm. You traded traveling the world and performing for working behind a desk all day,” I pretended to think for a minute and took another sip from my Cosmo, emptying the glass, “No. Don’t get it. Does explain your tattoos, though.”

Harry chuckled before turning to the bartender, ordering two more drinks for the both of us.

“Let me pay,” I said and fumbled with my purse, “I already owe you three.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Generous. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Harry barked a laugh and took a sip from his gin-tonic. “You won’t give me a break, am I right?”

“Nope. Neither did you give me one over the past months, did you?”

He raised his glass in a toast, “Touché.”

I giggled, enjoying the feeling of alcohol running through my veins, the taste still present and sweet in my mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol consuming me, but I had to confess that I was actually enjoying myself quite well.

“But,” Harry continued, “you have to admit. I’m not as bad as you thought I was.”

“That is true,” I replied and squeezed his hand.

Harry smiled warmly at me and played with the ring decorating one of my fingers. I watched him with curious eyes and reciprocated his smile as it once more occurred to me how insanely handsome he was.

“Bar’s closing in 10 minutes,” the man who had served us our past rounds informed us.

“Already?” I asked and Harry sighed.

“I’ll bring you home,” he said, “Is it close enough to walk? ‘Cause neither of us should be diving right now.”

I nodded. “It’s about three blocks away.”

My heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with him and actually have him walk me home, like it happened in movies after the date was over. Only that this wasn’t a date and I could most certainly not afford falling for my boss, no matter how utterly charming he had proven himself to be. I needed to remember that. Once outside, Harry generously handed me his jacket to keep me warm and protect me from the cold.

“So,” Harry began, “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself. It’s your turn, love.”

“Well, I have an apartment about 10 more minutes away, which I share with one of my friends from collage,” I replied and reached for his hand which he happily let me take, “I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person and given my slightly intoxicated state I have no problem with admitting that I find you really hot. Have even before I sort of began liking you.”

“So you do like me now?” Harry wriggled his brows and chuckled.

“The forth drink did the trick, honey,” I answered.

“I always liked you, you know?” Harry muttered and squeezed my fingers.

“Really?”

He nodded. A slight blush rose to his cheeks and he bit down on his pink bottom lip.

“Right from when you first walked into that office. You just looked too enchanting. What do you think why I was trying so hard to get you to laugh about something I said?”

“All this time when you were making fun of me, you were really trying to make me laugh?” I asked, unable to keep the coo out of my voice.

“Thought we could have some inside jokes, you know? Messed that up, obviously.”

“A bit,” I confessed.

Harry shook his head and yawned noisily before continuing, “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know that now,” I replied and surprised the both of us by leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

We spent the rest of the walk in silence until we reached my apartment building. If this morning someone would have told me I would be in the situation I was in right now, I would have never believed it. But now it was as if there were two Harrys and two Y/Ns. The Harry I was with now was nice, warm and caring.

“We’re here,” I announced to my displeasure as we stopped in front of the building. Harry slowed his steps and turned so he stood before me.

“So. Will I get to see you tomorrow? At work, I mean.”

“Sure,” I replied and smiled. The thought of quitting had long left my mind.

“I really want to kiss you again,” Harry sighed as he reached up to caress my cheek with his finger.

“Do it then.”

He smiled softly before connecting our mouths in a kiss once more. I hummed and leaned in further to which he answered by moaning against my lips. I pulled away and he sighed, his eyes reflecting all the emotions that were cursing through my veins as well.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, boss.”

“Don’t start something now that you can’t finish, darling.”

….

The next morning I walked into the office with an uncomfortable feeling nestled deep into my stomach. I felt as if I had written “sucked boss’s face off” written all over my forehead anytime one of my coworkers looked at me.

“Hi, sweetie,” Tracy greeted me as she walked by, “you alright? You look tired.”

“It got late last night,” I replied, trying to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks.

“Miss Y/L/N? A word please.”

I flinched upon Harry’s serious tone and quickly said goodbye to Tracy to follow his request. Once I entered his office he kicked the door shut and pushed me back to press me against the hard wood.

“Morning, baby,” he whispered hotly before pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back but hesitated and turned my head only moments into it so I could break away again.

“Harry, someone could see-”

“Let them,” he hummed as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder, “Things are going to change around here, baby.”

And with his lips on me and his arms wrapped around my body, I couldn’t find it in me to fight it any longer. I surrendered to him and allowed myself to be consumed by his presence, not caring anymore about whether or not it would be looked at as right or wrong.

“Brought you coffee,” I muttered. 

He hummed a small thank you. 

“It’s full though. Was hoping you would’t mind.”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! I realize it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but I just couldn’t find an earlier ending. Hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback and requests are both welcome.

The rest of what I wrote you can find here:

 http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist