i shrug and roll away

Request: We got you

Request: How about a story where Y/N is a new girl in Charming, working as a waitress at the club’s favourite dinner. You start to get close to them and they ask you to help serve at some parties and at one a prospect, or hangaround, gets a little too handsy and they have to step in?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: harassment

Originally posted by karladahmer

They got divorced. After years of happy marriage, my parents got divorced. I guess it wasn’t such a happy conjugal life after all. I was in college and my last summer break was close, I had no idea where I should go. My father was still living in our house, but mom had moved to California. My only plan was to work during the summer, save money, and when mom called, telling me her friend had a job for me, I made my decision. I packed and hopped on a plane to California.

The job was as a waitress in a Charming’s diner downtown and I just glad to have my own money and that experience. I had been doing fine, getting good tips, especially from the Sons. The Samcro bikers were regulars at the diner, coming over from breakfast or lunch after a run to somewhere out of town. I liked them, despite all the things I had heard around town. They were always nice to me.

That morning, they were talking about a party and it would be a big one apparently. They sounded so excited that I thought I had become invisible as I poured coffee on their cups, but then Bobby talked to me.

“How about making some extra cash sweetheart?”, he looking at me over his glasses, “This is gonna be a huge party and Gemma could use some help. You have experience, should help serve at the party”

Gemma Teller. I had heard a lot about her and, to be honest, she was the one who scared me among the Samcro family. I bit my lip, “I don’t know Bobby”

“I know you heard about our parties and that we’re savages”, Tig smirked, “But we will keep you safe. I promise”

They were looking at me, waiting for an answer, “I’ll think about it. I promise”

I did thought about it and realized, looking at my plans for next semester, that the extra cash would be great. I knew my mother wouldn’t like it, but I said yes anyway. Boys showed up at the diner on the next day and Jax gave me his mother’s number, I had to deal with Gemma now. I was so nervous when I called her, but she was gentle and said the boys had said good things about me. She needed me at the clubhouse on Friday night, but if I could be there earlier it would be even better. By the end afternoon I met Gemma at her office and she introduced me to the other girls helping at the party. They were used to those parties and I felt a bit intimidated, worried about doing a good job.

I had been helping Chuck all day and was seated outside, on a break, when the boys arrived. They hopped off their bikes and Chibs was the first one to see me, wrapping ar arm around my shoulders, “Hi darling. How are you doing?”

“Good”, I smiled, “Gemma is great, she told me to help Chucky, stay close to him”

“Don’t worry sweetheart”, Bobby entered the clubhouse as we all followed him, “And tells us if anybody bother you”

“Okay”, I nervously nodded.

“We mean it”, Tig emphasized and kissed the top of my head. They were being nice, but I was still nervous. I decided to find Chucky and go back to work. 

Boys were right, it was a big party indeed. I saw kuttes from at least two different places and many hangarounds too, people who knew the Sons and were friends of the club. Chucky wanted me to stay behind the bar since I was new around there, said he didn’t want anyone taking me for a sweet butt or crow eater. I did what he told, but that didn’t stop men from hitting on me. I had said no a dozen times already and it had worked so far. 

I just had opened a new bottle of whisky when this young Son leaned over the counter, asking for a drink. I served him, but he didn’t let me go, grabbing my wrist. 

“Let go”, I calmly said, but he just smirked. 

“You do know that you’re here to please, don’t you babe?”, he licked his lips and I only felt disgusted. He was drunk and couldn’t hold my wrist when I pulled back.

“I’m not your babe”, I hissed. I knew I should tell one of the boys, but I also wanted to handle it on my own, “Get lost”

He glared at me for a second and then shrugged, walking away from the bar. I rolled my eyes when I saw the prospect patch on his back. I breathed deeply as I looked around and noticed Gemma staring at me across the room. She just raised an eyebrow; I nodded that everything was fine and continued to work. At some point, people started to leave, find rooms or just fall on the couches or floor. Gemma told me I could go, paid me and kissed my cheeks, saying I had done a good job and she hoped to see me again soon. I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. I just had closed the door behind me when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

“Leaving without saying goodbye to me?”, his drunk giggle was enough for me to recognize the man as the idiot that was hitting on me later. 

“Let me go”, I clenched my jaw and was ready to hit him if I had too. My father had insisted on self-defense classes before I leave for college. He laughed but it got choked on his throat when someone else held him in a lock. Chibs kept me from falling, holding me by my waist.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. I nodded, watching Tig and Happy hold the prospect as Jax approached him. Samcro president had a smirk on his lips and I couldn’t listen him, but he clearly was threatening my stalker, whose eyes widened. 

“Do. You. Understand?”, Jax asked louder, the prospect nodded and he told Tig and Happy to let the boy go. He ran as the devil himself was after him and Jax finally turned to look at me.

“Are you okay darling?”, he asked.

“Yes”, I nodded, “Thanks… What did you just say to him? You scared the shit out of that boy”

“Don’t worry about that darling”, Jax winked as him and Chibs walked me to my car, “We got you”

Pastel Edits in Real Life! |drabble|

Just a baby Drabble (not a oneshot) for y'all because omg ily guys sm and ugh thanks for everything. happy v-day!!

 Summary: the aftermath of the pastel edits video on Phils channel!!!! TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF !!!! —— 


      “Oh my god.”

Phil stuffed his blue wig into the bag and glanced up at Dan who was looking at himself in the camera. He laughed at his boyfriend who looked shocked to see himself actually.

“You don’t like the gray hair?”

“I look like a fucking old man.” Dan whipped the wig off his head and flung it at Phil.

Phil grabbed the wig and put it in the bag. He sighed and scooted closer to Dan. He gently reached over and touched at Dans hair softly. It wasn’t like he did in the video where he poked at it. No this was more intimate and it left the tips of Dans ears pink.

“I like your hair like this.”

Dan who was a master at using shitty humour to get out of anything stumbled out, “What? A gigantic curly blob?” Phil smiled and ran his fingers gently through his boyfriends curly brown locks.

“It’s a gorgeous gigantic curly blob and yes I love it.” Phil pulled back his hand and instead leaned in to kiss Dans cheek.

Dan leaned in for the kiss but pulled back and said in his typical Dan manner, “This videos made you a even soft, sappy mess then you already are and I will not support it.” Phil rolled his eyes and shrugged. He moved away and was about to start cleaning up again but he felt a hand on his leg.

Phil turned back to Dan who glanced away as soon as he did. However Phil caught the way his eyes flickered back to him. He sighed and he leaned over and pressed his lips against Dans cheek which warmed under his touch.

“And I’m the softie.”

Dan threw one of the flowercrowns at him before getting up and cleaning off his tattoos. He was gross and sticky and ugh he really wanted to lay on the sofa right now. He came back with no tattoos and took notice of how Phils “room” was back to its normal AmazingPhil setting.

For some reason he missed the pink sheets.

“You’re still wearing your outfit from the video.”

Dan glanced down at his clothes and noticed that he was in fact in the dungarees and baby pink jumper. Phil who put the wigs and flowercrowns in the box at the end of his bed walked over to his dresser. Dan hummed and walked over to the mirror.

“I oddly like it.” Dan admitted after staring at himself for a bit.

“What? Really?” Phil asked in surprise as he came up behind his boyfriend and stared at him through the mirror. Dan nodded and touched at the dungarees straps.

“The jumper is fucking soft as hell and the dungarees make me feel like I’m not even wearing trousers.” Dan said in amazement. He spun around and faced Phil who was grinning.

“Why you smiling like you belong in a mental asylum?”

Phil reached and grasped Dans straps. He grinned even wider and dramatically whooped, “I’ve completed my life goal.” Dan lifted a brow and let Phil tug him closer.

“You wearing something that isn’t white, black, or gray and liking it! And I have you admitting it off camera so no way your ass is saying it for the viewers.”

Dans jaw dropped and he scoffed, “You’re pathetic.”

Phil smiled smugly and tugged Dan closer one last time. Their bodies came flush with each other and Dan slid his hands around the older mans waist. He placed them on the lower part of Phils back.

“You’re going to be wearing all sorts of pastel colours in no time! Baby a soft purple? Maybe I can order a baby blue jumper? What about a soft yellow?”

Dan mumbled fuck you before pressing their lips together.

“Dan?”

Dan pulled back from the kiss and sighed, “Yes, Phil?”

Phil let go of the dungaree straps and placed his hands on the boys shoulders, he lightly dug his fingers in. “The outfit suits you and you look amazing in it so I’m glad you like it.” Dan felt his ears tint again and he forced himself to roll his eyes and pull out of the embrace. Instead he grabbed Phils hand.

“Let’s go watch some fucking weird anime and order pizza before you give me a toothache, you spoon.”

What the Hell

Drabble request from @fluxdoldrums for:

8. “Come on, hit me. Show me what you’ve got.”
18. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
49. “Don’t laugh at me, I just fell! I could’ve hurt myself!”

Robb X Reader

Warnings: language

Words: 822

“You’re not gonna let a girl kick your ass, are you Snow?” Robb snickered, leaning up against the wall of the castle.

“Shut it, Robb” Jon said, out of breath while you blocked his every strike and hit him in the ribs or the legs, hard.

“Fuck, Y/N. How did you get so good at this?” he huffed out, pausing to catch his breath, resting one hand on his hip and letting his sword fall heavy in the other.

“My dad has been teaching me since I could stand and he was one of the best fighters in Westeros” you laughed, twirling your sword and ready to go for round two with Jon while he looked like he was going to pass out any second. Robb was thoroughly enjoying himself, posted up against the wall and laughing at Jon who was clearly struggling.

“You want some Stark?” you said, holding your arms out and laughing.

“Yeah he does, but not in the way you’d think” Jon said, he was laughing now.

“What?”

“Nothing!” Robb yelled quickly, rushing over to whack Jon in the ribs so he’d shut up, “I’d kick your ass any day, Y/N.” he said, standing taller and puffing out his chest a little. Robb was a cocky bastard sometimes.

Come on, hit me. Show me what you’ve got” you said, holding your arms out yet again, gesturing for Robb to go a round or two with you. He went over to the rack and slipped a chest piece over his head, quickly fastening the sides. He then grabbed a sword and stomped out to the area of the courtyard where you stood, waiting for him. He swung at you without speaking, immediately showing a pattern of aggressive fighting. You quickly stepped to the side, dodging his strike easily and using his heavy stance as an opportunity to quickly swing your sword and hit him in the side of his ribs. He gasped, but recovered quickly and tried to swing at you again. You decided to have a little fun with him, so the next time he swung you moved with his swing and fell to the ground, faking pain.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry!” he said, running to your side and touching your face lightly with his hand as he hovered over you, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here” he whispered, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb and looking down at you with wide eyes.

“Stark you are so gullible, I swear” you smirked, rolling your eyes and shrugging away from his grasp, quickly jumping to your feet. He followed your lead and jumped to his feet as well, but not quick enough. By the time he was fully upright you were already swinging your sword, crashing it into his chest hard, causing him to tumble over, somersaulting backwards and landing on his ass.

“Hah! Suck it, Stark” you laughed, circling him, taunting him just a little. He tried to sweep out your feet from under you with his sword, but you saw it coming and jumped over it.

Don’t laugh at me, I just fell! I could’ve hurt myself!” he said, huffing lightly, looking a little defeated.

“At least I could stay on my feet the whole time” Jon smirked, standing a few feet away. His smug face quickly turned to one of surprise as Robb hurled his sword in his direction and he had to duck to avoid it hitting him in the face. He scowled at Robb and picked the sword up, walking it over and putting it back on the rack.

“Don’t be grumpy, Stark. You can’t beat everyone” you said, extending a hand to help him up. He took your hand and pulled hard, successfully pulling you on top of him.

“What the hell, Robb?” and before you could question him more, his lips were on yours and his hands were squeezing at your waist. You responded by allowing your lips to meld with his briefly, before pulling back. He pouted at the loss of contact.

“I’ll say it again. What the hell, Robb?” you questioned, firmer this time.

“You looked kinda hot while you were kicking my ass” he shrugged, kissing you lightly on the lips again. Your mouth hung open in shock as you rolled off of him, getting to your feet quickly, still not fully processing what just happened.

“I told you he’d want some” Jon said, nudging you with his elbow and raising an eyebrow in suggestion, “I told him to go for it. I figured you liked him too from the way you look at him.”

Your mouth was still open in shock and surprise when Robb threw an arm lazily around your shoulders and kissed you on the temple.

“So you do like me then?” he laughed, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Yeah, Stark. I do” you giggled, stretching up on your toes and planting a soft kiss to his lips.

A Thousand Carats

Request: Please 3.“You smile. I smile. That’s how it works” like is y/n saying it with minghao. Thanks

3) “You smile. I smile. That’s how it works”

Member: Seventeen’s The8 x Y/N

Type: fluff/angst


I narrowed my eyes as I looked above the magazine I was reading. Over the headlines of teen heartthrobs and the best looks for fall, stood my handsome best friend, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I tilted my head to the side as he shook out his hands, staring intently at himself in the practice room mirror. 

He sighed, giving himself a sad smile as he glanced over his body, and then up into my eyes. The strange reflection of contact caused me to look away, cheeks hot with embaressment as I ducked behind my magazine again. I winced, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again. I peeked back over the pages to see his sad smile had turned into a smirk. 

“What are you looking at, Hao?” I called out, his smirk contagious. 

“Why don’t you tell me?” he chuckled, shaking his head. He spun around, stretching his arms. 

“I’m not sure to be honest. It’s kind of like a praying mantis, but less green and more talented?” I winked, placing the magazine on the floor and looking up at him. He towered above me, an unamused expression on his face. 

“A praying mantis? Really?” he asked, his jaw twitching for a moment. I furrowed my brows as I caught the small tick, unsure of how to process it. 

“But like…a handsome praying mantis?” I continued slowly. The look on his face wasn’t as bright and sunshiny as I was used to whenever I hung out with Minghao. I realized he had been practicing for hours, but most of the time he had the spontaneity of a puppy, and it was hard to get him in a negative mood. Normally my insults would roll of his shoulders, but not today. 

“Well gee, if that isn’t the best thing I’ve heard this morning,” he said bitterly, plopping alongside of me. 

I watched him carefully as he pulled his knees to sit under his chin and covered his face with his hands. He pulled off the cap he was wearing and wiped at the sweaty tendrils of hair hiding there before readjusting it on his scalp. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his head against the wall behind us, and heaved a deep breath. 

“Hao?” I whispered, my voice not much louder than a breath.

“Hm?” he hummed, not even bothering to open his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to remain as still as possible. I felt if I were to move too quickly, I would frighten him out of his trance, and he wouldn’t bother talking to me at all. 

“Nothing,” he hissed. 

“Secrets don’t make friends,” I grumbled. 

“Good thing I don’t have any secrets then,” he sighed, opening an eye to look at me. I pursed my lips and gave him a dirty look. Rolling my eyes, I shrug my shoulders and look away, letting an awkward silence consume us. 

“Why do you care?” Minghao said quietly, leaning his head forward after a few moments and looking at me cautiously. 

“You smile. I smile. That’s how it works,” I whispered, knocking my knee gently into his. 

Minghao nodded, biting on his lip as silence quickly spread between us again. Between the sound of our breathing, I thought I would go insane if he didn’t speak up soon. 

“Do you think I’m the most unpopular member of Seventeen?” he whispered, avoiding eye contact. My head shot up, eyes trying to find his in the mirror across from us. My mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out as I tried to arrange my thoughts. 

“Why would you think you’re the most unpopular member?” I breathed, almost shocked by the words leaving my mouth. 

“Carats…they don’t seem to want to take pictures of me at fansigns like they do with other members. I know I don’t speak Korean as well, but I try so hard. I try to be cute, and charming, but I just feel forgotten sometimes…” he trailed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just being dramatic.”

“You aren’t,” I said quickly, scooting as closely as possible to him. I wrapped my arm around his and nuzzled into his sweaty shoulder. “You never talk about what’s upsetting you Hao. This is obviously pretty important.”

Minghao nodded, chewing nervously on his lip again. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I was on the fancafe and it’s like…I’m not even recognized. It sounds horrible. I should be proud for being in the group, proud I get any recognition, and that Pledis has taken a chance on me…but at the same time, my heart is so sad. I just want an even shot like everyone else.”

“Carats love you Minghao,” I whispered, feeling myself coming close to tears. Minghao was a simple and wonderful man. He worked diligently and pushed himself to his limits daily. He did have fans and he did have talent, but I understood that as an idol it was very easy to feel under appreciated and lonely. 

“I tried dieting, I thought maybe I would be more handsome and get more attention,” he continued, shaking his head sadly. “But to be honest, I didn’t have much more left to lose. I just…I want to make Carats proud. I want them to be happy because of me. I feel like I’m not doing my job.”

“Minghao,” I cooed, pulling him closer to me. “Do you remember when you first debuted?” 

“Of course,” he nodded. “I didn’t think I was going to make it to be honest. I was the last member to join the group.” 

“You were,” I smiled. “You realize what that means, don’t you?”

He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side. “Hm?”

“Seventeen couldn’t have been Seventeen if it weren’t for you. There was a reason why you were the last member. The group was missing something and very obviously, they were missing you. No one came after you because you were the end all, be all. You were what they needed,” I whispered, giving him a reassuring grin. 

Minghao blinked slowly, trying to internalize the words I had just spoken to him. Slowly, but surely, the smile I had so often loved to see appeared on his lips. “You really think so?”

“Hao, you’ve been wanting to be a superstar since before I knew you,” I sighed. I leaned back to get a full look at his face. “You have star power and Carats know that. They accept you and love you for who you are. Sometimes it may seem like you aren’t liked, but ask your members, I can almost guarantee that all of them have felt the same way. Carats have overflowing love for all thirteen of you, and the attention isn’t always going to be equally split. But when that attention is focused on you, you shine. You just have to continue to shine when it isn’t balanced so well. They’ll always be there, watching and appreciating, no matter how quiet they may seem.”

Minghao nodded, finally lifting up his eyes to look at me. “And if for some reason…some day…they aren’t?”

“I will be,” I said, now my turn to look away. 

Minghao smiled, lifting his arm to wrap it around me. “I guess I’ll always have one fan then?”

“Always,” I nodded, letting my head fall on his shoulder. 

“Having your love and support,” he whispered, placing a light kiss on my temple. “Is like having a thousand Carats screaming my name. Thank you, Y/N.”

Originally posted by sailorsoonyoung

How to flirt 101 by Draco Malfoy pt.2

Blaise: Okay, here we go again. Are you ready bro?

Draco: Why are you even asking me that? I’m always ready! I was born to be ready!

Blaise: Yeah. Sure. You might eat your words later. But oh well, good luck though.

Draco: I don’t need that, Zabini.

Blaise: Well, I think you might because she’s coming over our way. Oh hey there, Granger! Draco wants to tell you something from the bottom of his heart.

Hermione: uh, what is it?

Draco: …

Hermione: …

Draco: You’re fücking sissy you filthy little mudblood. *walks away like a Victoria Secret model* damn, I messed up again.

Hermione: *rolls her eyes and shrugged and walks away after*

Blaise: *dramatically sighs* at least he tried.

Born to Die

Can u make a fan fic where Dan is in the hospital and Y/N is like a person who has to take care of him and they end up falling in love?

I’m sorry that this is only one part, but its lame anyways so whatever (also the title is a little too real but its based of THIS song by Lana Del Rey)

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, sad

 I’d only been an official nurse for around two years, but I had seen my fair share of patients. My teen years were spent volunteering at hospitals, or helping out my mothers friend at her clinic whenever given the opportunity. Each patient was a stepping stone closer to my future working with whatever injury or disease was thrown my way.

With each patient and time spent studying the field in university, I felt like I could handle it all. Even if it meant death. I was a very strong willed person, and usually I tried not to let things get the best of me. However, that was the circle of life. People died and people were born. There was nothing I could do but try my best (when I had to) and help make time for people a tad bit longer or simply more colourful.

I was used to working in the hospital, mainly working with deliveries or simple emergency room things such as assisting a doctor give someone stitches. I personally wanted more than just that, but there has to be someone who does the job. I was quite good at it, so I didn’t complain. My true feelings had to be put on hold because I could seriously be making a difference in someones life.

After another overnight shift at the hospital, two deliveries, and a large coffee later, I got dressed and began packing up my things before heading home.

“Y/N-a word, please.” Mrs. Jeffries, the hospital director said, pointing her finger at me as I exited the staff changing room. I huffed and slowly made my way over. She grinned and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jeffries. What’s going on?” I placed my purse strap over my shoulder and crossed my arms. I, in no way, looked any bit presentable. The bags under my eyes were probably bigger than the whole continent of North America, and my hair was coated in twelve layers of grease and up in a sad pony tail.

“I was just looking over your folder and you have an outstanding attendance. You’ve been working nonstop since we hired you here. You haven’t even taken your vacation days.” She held the beige folder, running her fingers down the pages and nodding her head forward. “Not a single day missed, nor have you been late. That’s not even counting the times you’ve covered for some of the other nurses.”

“Yeah. I love my job, what can I say?” I awkwardly chuckled, waiting for her to get to the point. It wasn’t like she was telling me anything that I didn’t already know.

“What if I told you I had a job opportunity for you?” She continued on, closing her folder and tilting her head slightly to the side. Mrs. Jeffries was a woman who even at 60-something years old, she still looked younger than her age. She was fit and charming for her age.

“I’d say that was wonderful, but what kind of job?” I immediately straightened out my spine and cleared my throat. I was obviously intrigued by the idea, but felt disgusting. I needed a nice shower and a nap.

“It’s best if I show you,”

We walked all around the hospital until reaching the paid rooms wing. I only ever had been down this wing a few times, as it wasn’t my main area. The specific hospital I worked at contained a lot of different medical workers, so we all had assigned spaces. I would love to work here, as it was more for people who needed constant attention.

“Do you need me to cover for someone down here today? I just finished my shift but I could definitely work it out.” I insisted, walking alongside Mrs. Jeffries. She just shook her head and approached a door at the end of the hallway to an empty room.

“His name is Dan Howell. He’s 25, has terminal liver cancer that spread to his other organs and his family want him here. They’re paying a lot of money for a full time nurse until there is nothing we can no longer do for him. You’re a good nurse and you know what you’re doing. It’s up to you. Job starts tomorrow. You say the word and I’ll give you his file.” There only seemed like one liable answer, and I wasn’t going to hesitate in saying it.

I’d love this job.”

_______

The job had become the most challenging job I had ever experienced. I figured that it would be a breeze as I had so much experience with so many patients in the past, but it proved different.

Dan Howell, a 25 year old man who has struggled with his sense of depression in the past, and has basically been promised he won’t make it to 26 was not taking it well. Clearly, nobody in his position would be taking it well as your life expectancy is very short. He was literally an internet personality who made YouTube videos for a living, so he had been an open guy online.

The second her arrived at the hospital, that changed. He grew to weak to film nor edit any videos.

I imagine he felt too pitied and he was angry. When he was registered as a patient, he stopped talking. He wouldn’t speak to his family, friends, or any of the staff. His voice refused to make any sound and I was stuck every day with him in silence.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” I questioned, bringing in the feeding cart. I was exasperated with him but tried to plaster on a fake smile and be gentle with him. I knew that he wasn’t up for being babied, so I didn’t try with him to say things like ‘you’re so strong’ or ‘you are a champ’. He was difficult and he was too proud to let his disease get in the way of that. It would be more admirable if didn’t make my life a living hell.

“Well? Do you want anything or not?” I tried again. Dan’s chapped lips remained closed in a straight line. His eyes slowly moved from the TV to the cart. He then looked up at me and nodded, sitting himself up. I sighed, “what do you want then?” He then just nodded again. This is how it had been everyday for two weeks. A constant guessing game between was I thought he wanted and what he actually wanted. I was over it. “Listen, Mr. Howell, I’m not going to stand here and play God for you. I know that you’re going through a lot, but you going mute isn’t going to change anything. What’s happened to you, sucks. I’ve seen it go on so many times but you need to be able to communicate with me. This is my job and I’m here to take care of you, so make this easier on both of us.” It wasn’t the most professional thing for me to go off on him like that, but it was beyond my control.

Dan blinked a few times and stared blankly at the cart before slowly open his mouth mumbling a simple, “water, please.”

______

Water after water, bathroom break after bathroom break and we were finally on track. He began to use his voice with me whenever he wanted, and whenever I wanted. We began to develop a nice routine where once a day we would have a conversation when I came in the morning, and the rest would continue on with me asking him what he wants to drink or eat.

It was nice.

He was actually really nice.

Dan was someone who I enjoyed spending time with when I finally began to understand him more. I liked being able to see him as more than a patient and more as a person. I got to know him and his habits little by little and it was refreshing. Seeing him unwind made me notice just how attractive he was, too, and that confused me. He was young and he was so smart. If I wasn’t mainly in charge of his well being and he was just a random person I met on the street, it’d be easier for me to formulate something deeper to him. I hated myself for even coming close to being heavily invested in my what if scenarios.

“Are you done with that? I need to give you your other medicines.” I mumbled, walking over to Dan and seeing his empty food tray with a half eaten brownie on it.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Dan pushed the bed table to the end of the bed and flicked his hair to the side. It had been a few days since he bothered to straighten it and it had become curly all around.

I filled up a new cup of water and grabbed three of his pills and brought them over to him. He lightly smiled, exposing his deep dimples and thanked me before gesturing me to sit next to him. I did so and watched him swallow the pills. His throat didn’t have any problems but I still worried that for whatever reason he would choke.

“Why is your hair always up?” He asked, taking the last pills and swallowing it.

“What do you mean?” I chuckled, crossing my legs and chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I’m at work. It’s more professional of me to have it up.”

“All the nurses and doctors have their hair down unless they’re in the event of putting it up.” Dan shrugged.

“What’s your point, Howell?” I rolled my eyes, looking away from him. Suddenly I felt a slight pressure on my head and felt the elastic bands running down through the strands until my hair was loosened.

“My point? I want to see how beautiful you actually are when you’re not trying to look so professional.” He handed me the elastic band and I turned my head to look at him, my face feeling flushed. My hair was loose and bouncy and fell down on my shoulders freely. He smiled to himself and nodded. “Definitely beautiful.”

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I started wearing my hair loose.

I wanted to say that it was an executive decision, but that would only be half of the truth.

Dan captivated me. The longer I knew him and cared for him, the more things I noticed about him. It started with me noticing how when he played a game on his console and he got nervous or stressed out with what he specifically did, his cheeks turned bright red and his lips became a darker shade of pink.

Then, simply with his mannerisms. He sighed whenever he wanted my attention. When he wanted some privacy he would start to drag out his words or mumble excessively. He also played with his hands when he was deep in thought which I found to be adorable.

I hated myself. I hated every part of myself for being so invested in him because I knew that it would just end in disaster. Plus, he probably thought nothing more of me than just his annoying nurse he would have to see everyday until he was buried six feet underground.

 “You up for a card game?” Dan smirked up at me, shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands. We both already ate and I basically had an hour to kill before taking off for the day. I easily had the choice when I left, all I had to do was inform the head nurse and then all the nurses on call alternated each hour to check on him.

“Depends on what we’re playing.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him and sat at the other side of the bed table, tapping my fingers on the wood.

“Crazy Eights. The classic card game.” He nodded, putting the cards down.

“I’ll win.”

After an hour past, we were done playing. I don’t even think we finished the game, we just ending up talking and completely forgot about the cards.

“Stay another hour.” Dan begged. I was resting my arms on the table with my head balancing on my fists , just staring at him. He placed his his arms parallel to mine and did the same thing.

“I shouldn’t, I have to feed my dog.” I mumbled, staring at his eyes that were much more beautiful when they were as close as they were.

“Then a half hour,” he replied, moving one of his hands so that his index finger was tracing patterns on my forearm. “After all, I am talking to you like you begged me to.”

“You are, aren’t you?” I smiled slightly to myself. “Fine then, a half hour.”

“Wonderful.” He slowly leaned in, and ever so slightly brushed my lips up against his.

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He grew even weaker.

He was so pale you would think he was a ghost. He was unrecognizable to most of the people he knew. He’d lost even more weight and he was so skinny.

Yet, I still adored him.

“May I ask you something?” Dan asked, once again downing his pills. It seemed he only ever asked me a question when he was taking his medication.

“Go for it.” I asked, giving him another pill for him to swallow.

“Is it bad I really want to have sex?” He sighed. I wanted to laugh but I figured he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Well, it is normal as you’re a man with a penis. I just don’t know where you’d get the energy for it.”

“Nice.” He answered smugly. “I probably won’t have sex. It’s sad to think that I won’t get to enjoy that privilege before I die.”

“Well, you never know.” I kissed his head. “You may just find the will.”

“Maybe even with you,” Dan chuckled. I shook my head.

“Maybe.”

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“Remember last week when we talked about sex? Yeah, I’m not getting laid before death. Nope. Not happening.” Dan groaned as I entered the room. I shoved my hands in my pockets.

“Dan, it’s fine. You don’t need sex to live.” I discarded the bottles of empty water from next to his bed and dumped them in the trash. He crossed his arms and began to pout like a child when I hadn’t given him the answer he’d wanted.

I had fallen so far down the hole of ‘fuck, Dan is great’ and now I wasn’t sure how to answer him when he said things so negatively anymore. Thinking about him any less healthy killed me.

I sat on the bed and pressed the back of my hand against his forehead to make sure he hadn’t gotten a fever as a side effect from his new prescription.

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked, biting my lip. He nodded.

“Can we try?” He whispered, placing his hand over mine.

“Try what?”

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

“Yeah.”

“But I’m working.”

“You’re working to take care of me, please.” Dan pressed his forehead against mine. He groaned and pressed his lips hard against mine, making it probably the most passionate kiss I’ve ever shared. His hands went to my waist, then started searching farther down until he stopped. “Never mind.”

“Are you fucking serious? You just begged me, and then when we started-literally 25 seconds after starting, you stop. Why?” I stood up and went back to cleaning up.

“I decided that I want to wait until I’m better to have sex with you because I also just decided that I love you.” I wanted to scream at him for making himself believe that he would get better. I had no clue that he even had the hope of recovering from what he was going through. I didn’t want to lie to him. So, I only said what I meant.

“I love you, too.”

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Dan made a huge mark on my heart with his name on it, and I’ll forever be grateful for just having the luck to have known him. I fell so deep for him in a matter of weeks and I never even knew it was possible to be so vehement towards a human being who needed so much more than just medical care.

Two weeks after dropping the big L word on each other, he passed peacefully in his bed while playing Mario Kart. It seemed he had just finished his last round as he still came 1st in the game.

I couldn’t bring myself to the funeral, as I would just hate myself immensely afterward. The pain was too much, and it was also the first time I hated my job. Life not only screwed Dan over, but when it came to his death, it fucked me up too.

I began to reflect back on all my weeks with him and came to the realization that after I yelled at him to speak to me, he was always the one who initiated conversation with me. He wanted me to talk to him. He wanted me to listen to him.

So many nights, he begged me to stay with him because I was the only one who bothered to understand him. This made me believe that Dan just wanted to be.

Once he left, I went back in the room we spent so many weeks in and started cleaning up and organizing everything so that it was ready for the next patient.

I left that day with a simple box of cards and a piece of paper in my hand with messily written letters on it.



thanks for talking to me! see you when I’m better so we can fulfill that one thing i asked you about.

- yours truly

Halloween Party - Matt Espinosa

this is so long oops || Matt gets turned on // he gets jealous // you fuck

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The tight navy blue police uniform hugged my hips and waist, showing off my curves perfectly. It was especially tight near the chest area, causing my breasts to practically spill out of the top. The skirt stopped a little higher than mid-thigh, and I wore black fishnet stockings underneath.

I put on a final coat of lip-gloss and tucked a pair of handcuffs through the belt at my waist. A horn sounded outside, signaling me that Matt was here. I grinned as I tried picturing my best friend’s face when he’d see my costume.

I grabbed my phone and hurried outside to where Matt’s car was parked next to my sidewalk. He didn’t even glance my direction at first, and I had to admit it kind of offended me.

“Are you ready for that party?” Matt asked, eyes glued to the rearview mirror as he backed out and pulled onto the road.

I nodded my head and let out a sigh. “I’m definitely ready!” I eyed his costume and grinned. He was dressed in black and white stripes, one handcuff around his wrist and all. “Nice costume!”

Matt smiled and glanced over at me. I watched him do one of those double-takes and his jaw was almost completely in his lap. His eyes scanned up and down my body and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Yours is pretty killer too, y/n. I didn’t know it was going to look so.. hot.” He shrugged, smirking softly.

I rolled my eyes playfully and pushed his shoulder away teasingly. Even though that was the compliment I was aiming for, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “Thank you, and you don’t look too bad yourself.” I paused and glanced over to him, raising an eyebrow. “Not too revealing?”

Matt’s eyes trailed down to my bare thighs and he gulped and shook his head. “Maybe we should skip Jack’s party. We can do tons of other stuff tonight.”

There it was. Exactly what I’d expected to hear from my overprotective best friend. “Hell no, Matt! I thought you wanted to go to this party!”

He rolled his eyes and let out a defeated sigh. “Fine.”

I squealed in anticipation as we pulled up to his friend’s house. Jack Johnson was known for throwing the most legendary parties and I was going to enjoy myself.

Before he’d even parked the car, I unbuckled my seatbelt and practically threw myself outside. 

Matt followed hot on my trail into Jack’s house, and almost immediately I was greeted with the strong, welcoming scent of cinnamon - mixed with whiskey and weed. I inhaled and grinned over at Matt, who rolled his eyes and chuckled softly at my expression. “I’m going to use the bathroom real quick, okay? Stay right here,” Matt spoke slowly. “I’m serious, y/n.”

I watched as he left and I let out a soft sigh of boredom. I heard a wolf-whistle from my left and I turned to see a taller, dark-haired boy with a jaw line so sharp, it could cut paper. I smiled up at him politely. “Hey cutie, glad you could make it! I’m Jack! You can call me Gilinsky, if it makes it any easier.”

I eyed him for a moment and giggled at my own stupidity. Matt had always mentioned there were two different Jack’s, and I’d just met the other. “I’m y/n,” I replied sweetly. “Where are the drinks at?”

Jack grabbed my wrist and led me to the kitchen, where who I’d recognized as the other Jack to be mixing drinks. He turned to me slightly and beamed, handing me a drink. “Hey there, officer,” he slurred, already drunk off his ass. “Where’s Matt?”

I shrugged and gestured toward the hallway Matthew went down. I took a sip of the mixture, letting it burn down my throat. I licked my lips and batted my eyelashes toward Johnson’s direction. “Can you pour me another, babe?”

His eyes trailed down my costume and his lips tugged up into a smirk. “It’s cool, man, I’ll make her this one,” the other Jack objected, taking place where Johnson was as he turned to look back down at me. His eyes scanned over me and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. “That’s a pretty killer costume, y/n. It really suits you.”

I blushed, watching his fingers shake up the mixture before pouring me yet another drink in a black solo cup. I giggled and held the cup, smirking up at his taller figure. “You really went all out, huh?”

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the kitchen counter, shrugging to himself. “You know, for a party guest, you’re a pretty bold. Everyone else only cares about the color of the drink. They don’t care about the color of the cup.”

I smirked up at him and giggled, “Well, unfortunately for you, I’m not everyone else.”

I turned on my heel and began to walk away, only to be tugged right back into Jack’s broad chest. “You’re so gutsy,” he smirked, “But I bet you’ll shut down your act any minute now.”

I glanced up at him over the brim of my cup as I took another swig and smirked back. I always loved a good challenge. “You’re on, Gilinsky.”

He grabbed my hand and began to drag me into another part of the large house, and on the way, I bumped into Matt. His eyes were fixed in a glare and he stared at me in shock. “Y/n! What are you doing? I told you to stay put!”

I grabbed him by the collar of his prison uniform, practically dragging him to wherever Jack was taking me. “Playing party games!”

The room was filled with around ten other people, and the mixture of gender was about even. Jack Johnson had called for a game of truth or dare to begin, and he’d started out by daring one of the girl’s to take her top off. She did, and the guys went crazy.

After she was topless, she eyed Matt and I mischievously. I was dared to sit on his lap and grind my hips to the next song that played. I turned to him and stared into his eyes, fighting to hide the blush on my cheeks. “Are you alright with this?”

Matt stared back down at me, his lips curving into a smile. “I’m totally fine. Are you?”

I nodded and sat down onto his lap, positioning myself directly over his hips. I pressed my ass to him and rolled my hips sensually as Matt’s hands grabbed at my hips, encouraging me to grind down onto him faster. After the song had ended, I moved to get up but he’d pulled me back down onto his lap.

After I’d felt something hard poking my the back of my thigh, I’d figured out why he wouldn’t let me leave. “So why did you run off with Jack, y/n?” He asked quietly into my ear, and I could sense the jealousy in his voice. I turned to him and bit my lip nervously.

“He was just helping me get a drink,” I replied softly. Matt rolled his eyes in annoyance, and I could tell he wanted to ask more and figure out everything else that had happened, but I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to hear it. 

“Gilinsky!” Johnson smirked at his best friend and wiggled his eyebrows, “Truth or dare?” He’d picked dare, and as soon as Jack’s eyes hovered over to me, I knew I was fucked. “I dare you to take body shots off of y/n!”

My face went red as everyone around me fell into a frenzy of laughter. My eyes scanned over to where Jack smirked slightly. He stood to his feet and reached his hand out, helping me to my feet as he gathered the ingredients.

I unbuttoned my uniform and let it double over around my hips, causing several wolf-whistles to fill the room. My eyes found Matt’s as he stared back at me, jaw clenched tightly and the biggest scowl I’d ever seen written on his face. His eyes followed Jack’s every movement, and for a brief moment I’d regretted even coming to the Halloween party.

Jack smiled down at me innocently, but his eyes ignited with lustful wishes. He handed me a sliced lime and wiggled his eyebrows before laying me down and sprinkling salt along the valley of my breasts and down my stomach. He rested the shot glass on my belly button, chuckling darkly to himself.

“I hope you like the taste of lime,” he teased, taking the slice from my hands and placing it between my lips. Everyone in the room crowded around the two of us and Jack got to work: slamming his shot, licking up the salt, and stealing the lime from my lips.

The room erupted in cheers and Jack smirked down at me, “Being gutsy is hot as fuck, and you’ve definitely got guts, y/n. There’s more where that came from if you’re interested, by the way.”

I sat up and brushed the access salt from my chest, scanning the room for Matt, although he was no where to be seen. I quickly buttoned up my top and practically ran outside, praying that he didn’t leave without me or that he wasn’t too pissed at me.

I found him sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, car keys squished in his tightly formed fist. I bent down next to him and smacked the keys from his fist. I noticed the rusty-red liquid drip onto the pavement and I stared up at him in shock. “Seriously?”

His jaw was still clenched and he was silent. I shook my head and tugged on his shoulders softly. “Okay, take me home. I understand that you’re pissed at me, and I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen, alright?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the keys from the ground. “Why don’t you get Jack to take you home?” Matt snapped, standing to his feet quickly.

I froze in place and chewed on my lip, watching as his jaw tensed. “C'mon, Matthew! I wouldn’t actually date him and you know that. Why are you so jealous?”

“You’d rather fuck Gilinsky than have go to a damn Halloween party with me.”

I rolled my eyes and walked closer to him, wrapping my arms around his taller figure. “Not true,” I replied honestly, “You’re my best friend and I’d always pick you over anyone else.”

He looked down at me and licked his lips in defeat. “Let’s just get you home, y/n.”

As soon as Matt parked the car, and idea sparked my head. I knew Matt didn’t believe me with the Jack incident, and I was sure as hell going to fuck with him. I wrapped my arms around him to hug him, feeling him slightly hug me closer to him. I smirked against his chest and put on a pouty face. “That’s not a hug,” I frowned, “I bet Gilinsky could hug me better than you!”

His pupils dilated slightly and he stared at me, smirking wickedly. “Excuse me?” I stared back up at him, feeling his body push me into my door as his eyes danced along my body. “Could he do this better than me?”

He pressed his lips to mine roughly, his hands running all over my body as we kissed. He pulled away after a series of seconds and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged my shoulders and tried my hardest to act uninterested, although I was actually buzzing – and not because of the alcohol. “Probably,” I sighed.

Matt stared at me in disbelief and let out a dark chuckle. “Are your parents still out of town?”

I nodded, already three steps ahead of what was going to happen.

“Good,” he faked a smile, “No interruptions.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Matt’s lips were already pressed to mine rapidly, his hands unbuttoning the top of my costume. He pulled it from my body completely and peppered my chest in rough kisses, his lips sucking and nipping along my skin.

Matt continued his assault on me and grabbed my hands roughly in his thighs. “Could Jack give you hickies the size and color of mine?”

I stared at my chest and tried not to crack a smile, “I’m sure he could make them even bigger and even darker, Matthew.”

He glared down at me and quickly took me to my bedroom, throwing me down on my bed. He pulled down my panties and smirked mischievously down at me. “Let’s see if he could make you scream and shake in pleasure like I’m about to.” He discarded his costume as well and before I could process what was happening, I felt him slam himself into me quickly.

I let out a moan of pleasure and threw my head back, biting down on my lip as I stared up at Matt’s face. His eyebrows were creased and he looked so concentrated on pleasuring me, which only neared me closer to my high. “Gilinsky can’t fuck you like this,” Matt exclaimed as he reached down and rubbed circles into my clit. 

I let out a whine and squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. “N-no, he can’t!”

I peeled my eyes open and watched as Matt smirked successfully. “That’s right,” he replied, “Nobody but me can pleasure you this way.”

I clenched around him as I fell deeper into my state of euphoria, his obsessive words sending me over the edge completely. Shortly after I’d come down from my high, Matt twitched inside of me and he rode out his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

He pulled out of me and laid himself down next to me on the bed. He grinned over at me and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know about you, but I think we should go to another Halloween party tomorrow.”

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Friend of the Family Part 6 - Luke

Okay, sooooo this is the final part! I’ve loved writing it and I am SO grateful for the lovely response it’s got, but I have so many requests and new ideas that I should probably start writing those! I hope you’ve liked the story! Xoxo ❤️

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Part 1     Part 2      Part 3      Part 4     Part 5 

“Luke” you groan, as the hand he has locked in your hair pulls your head back, so he has better access to your neck. You’re sat on his desk, Luke stood in between your legs, barely giving you chance to breathe as his mouth works at your neck, and his hands on your thighs.

“Keep saying my name” he murmurs between kisses, his free hand gripping your thigh around his waist, “just keep saying it.” He needs to know that it’s him who’s making you feel like his, that it’s him you want.

“Luke, the house isn’t empty” you say, breathless. Although Will had ignored you entirely, something he’d done since the Anniversary Party, you’d at least attempted to talk to him as you’d walked into their house.

“I know” his voice is hoarse.

“Will and Max are downstairs” you push him away, “we can’t do this, they’ll hear everything.”

“I don’t care,” he shakes his head, but his voice sounds unsure, “please, I need you.” He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. You don’t know what’s wrong as he hadn’t given you a chance to say two words to him, when you’d walked in his room, before his mouth was on yours.

“What’s wrong, Luke?” you stroke the hair away from his forehead.

“I can’t lose you” he whispers, burying his face in your neck, “I can’t…I love you so much.”

“Why would you lose me?” You place a kiss on his temple, “tell me what you’re thinking, you’re scaring me.”

“Will” he swallows. His eyes meet yours, there’s a nervous look in them.

“He still won’t talk to me” you frown, “I don’t know what to do.”

“He’s…” His eyes squeeze shut.

“Tell me what’s wrong” you soothe, your hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“He…he’s in love with you” his voice is so quiet, you’re barely sure you heard him correctly.

“What?” Your voice is monotonous.

“I didn’t know, Y/N” his voice cracks, “I would have at least tried to stay away from you if I’d known, I don’t think I’d have been able to, but I would have tried. He’s my brother, I’ve hurt him and I didn’t even know.”

“Fuck” there’s a million thoughts running through your mind, “but he’s my friend?” You say, stupidly, not understanding what was going on. You try to think back to any inclination that Will felt more for you than he let on.

“Of course he’s in love with you, why wouldn’t he be?” Luke bows his head to your chest.

“He’s…no, he’s not in love with me, okay? He’s not.” You don’t know who you’re trying to convince more. You can feel Luke’s shaky breathing against your skin.

“If you’d known, would you have chosen him?” Luke finally voices his fear.

“What? Luke, no!” You tug at his hair, forcing him to look at you, “I want you. I need to talk to Will, I need to figure this out. I don’t fully understand what’s going on, but one thing I do know is that I love you. Nothing is going to change that, there never was a choice. It was always you.” His eyes search yours, looking for confirmation that it was him you wanted. You lift his chin up until your lips meet, and hear him sigh a shaky sigh of relief. His hands pull at your thighs, so you’re sat on the edge of the desk.

“We’ll be quiet, but I need to hear you say my name,” he lowers himself until his face is between your legs, “please?”

“Luke…”

“This is the only thing I was ever good at, I had no idea how to be in an actual relationship. This, I know I can do,” he tries to make you understand, “I just…I need to hear you say my name, to know that it’s me making you feel like this and only me.”

“Luke, I’m not with you because of how good you are in bed,” you run your hands through his hair, “although it is a bonus.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but I just need this,” he begins placing kisses up your inner thigh, “please?” You nod at him and do as he says, you say his name, over and over again. Telling him you love him and that’s it’s only ever been him, everything he needed to hear from you.

“Thank you” he murmurs against your skin, as he holds you tightly against his chest, not moving from the desk.

“Are you kidding? Thank you” you chuckle, rubbing circles on his back, “and Luke? I think you’re incredible, all of you.” You try to reassure him, the boy, who always outwardly displayed so much confidence, who just needed to hear that you chose him.

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“You can’t ignore me forever” you slump against his bedroom door, “I’m very stubborn, you know? More so than even you.” His parents had let you in, you’d decided that now was a good time to talk to him, when you knew Luke wasn’t home.

“I really don’t want to talk about this” you hear him grumble, “I know he’s told you.”

“Will! I am your best fucking friend, so open the door!” you slam your hand against it, “Ow! Fuck!”

“What made you think that wouldn’t hurt?” He opens the door, to see you clutching onto your now stinging hand.

“Shut up” you push past him into the room and sit on the bed, not giving him the chance to close the door on you again.

“Is your hand okay?” He asks, sitting as far away from you as possible.

“No” you scowl, “your door is too hard.”

“I’ll keep that in my mind next time I buy a door” he mutters. There’s a silence that follows where neither one of you knows what to say.

“So,” you begin, trying to end the awkwardness, “I’m dating your brother, you might have heard.”

“Really? That’s how you’re starting this conversation?” He looks at his feet, not wanting to see the look in your eyes.

“This isn’t a conversation I thought I’d ever have”

“What did he tell you?” Will cuts straight to the point.

“That you’re in love with me” you shrug, trying to act casual, “which is stupid, because you’re not.” Will’s eyes shoot up to yours.

“You sound very sure about that” he laughs without humour.

“I am, I’ve been thinking about it” you nod, “we’re best friends, you’re closer to me than anyone one else, and everyone always assumes we’re a couple. That’s made you think we should be together, we shouldn’t, and you’re not in love with me.”

“If I’m ever dying, please don’t be the person to break the awful news to me” he shakes his head, angry and embarrassed at how blunt you’re being.

“Don’t be so dramatic” you roll your eyes.

“I’m telling you that I’m in love with you and you’re throwing it back into face, I have the right to be dramatic!”

“Will” you sigh, “I’m just saying…” You’re cut off him suddenly moving across the and planting his lips on yours. You freeze, the shock making you unable to react. Quickly you realise what is happening and push him away.

“Fuck” is all he says, moving to the edge of the bed.

“That’s not how it’s meant to feel, Will” your voice is quiet.

“No, I know” he nods.

“It would be easy for you and I to be together, and you know that,” you take his hand, pulling him to face you, “you think I’d be the easier option, I don’t mean that in a bad way!” You add, quickly, as you see him go to defend himself.

  “I wouldn’t call you the easier option, you’re hard work” he rubs his chin, “I just…I don’t know, everyone was always saying what a great couple we’d be and…I just started to believe it.”

“Well, listen to me instead. You love me, you better had anyway, but you’re not in love with me” you feel relieved.

“No, I’m not” he sighs, “this doesn’t mean I like this whole you and Luke thing though.”

“Oh, he’s not that bad,” you grin, “he can be quite nice sometimes, annoying most of the time, but you learn to find it endearing after a while.”

“I hated the way he always looked at you, and the way you looked at him” he ignored your attempt at humour, as he usually did.

“Is that why you’ve never liked him? Because of me?” You ask.

“No,” he says, thoughtfully, “I don’t like him because he’s a twat.”

“Will!”

“He is! One day, you’ll realise that. Even if you don’t end up with me, you should be with someone better than him.” He argues.

“But to me, there is no one better than him” your voice is quiet.

“Please, stop. I’m going to be sick” he pulls a face.

“Are we okay?” You give him a hopeful smile, “do I have my best friend back?”

“We’re okay, Y/N” he envelopes your body in his arms, placing a kiss on your forehead, “but if you and Luke are all loved up and gross, then we won’t be. No one needs to see that. I’ll be okay with this eventually, I hope anyway, just give me a bit of time to get my head round it.”

“I’ll try not to be all loved up and gross, I promise.”

“Then you and Luke have my permission to be together, kind of, I’ll get used to it,” he sighs, “and if he hurts you, I’ll kill him.” He adds, seriously.

-

“Hey” Luke murmurs, as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and dropping kisses across his broad shoulders. You’d left Will in his room, when you’d heard Luke get back home, and found your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Everything is okay now” you mumble into his back.

“You’ve spoken to him?” He spins you around, wrapping his arms around you, so he can look in your eyes.

“Yeah, everything is alright. Well, it will be eventually. It might still take a while to be fully accepted that me and you aren’t going anywhere” you nod, “he realised he’s not in love with me, like I said.”

“How did he come to that realisation?” He frowns.

“He kissed me and felt nothing” you shrug.

“HE WHAT?!”

“I pushed him away!” You roll your eyes, “calm down, he just wanted to be sure. I didn’t kiss him back.”

“Oh! Well! That’s okay then!” His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“Are you jealous?” You grin up at him.

“Of my girlfriend kissing my brother?! Just a little bit!” His eyes are wide.

“Luke, I have no interest in Will or in any other human on this planet. If they’re not you, I’m not interested” you wrap your arms around him tighter.

“Good” he nods.

“That isn’t the response I wanted, Hemmings” you scowl.

“Everything is better when I’m with you” he whispers, “you’re all I want, all the time.”

“That’s better” you smile, pulling his face to yours so you kiss him.

“Ugh, I told you this was something I would not put up with” Will walks in the kitchen to find you and Luke wrapped around one another.

“What?” Luke reluctantly pulls away from you to look at his brother.

“I promised we wouldn’t be all loved up and gross in front of people”

“Oh” Luke frowns, “I didn’t promise any such thing.” He pulls your face back to his, connecting your lips together again.

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He left me! Part 1

* Justin’s POV *
I sighed as I started packing my last suitcase. I don’t even understand how I could do such a thing to Y/N, but I had met someone else, and I loved, I didn’t love Y/N anymore, but I just couldn’t make myself tell her, so I thought the best thing to do was to leave, when she was at work.
Amanda would be here to pick me up in an hour, and Y/N wouldn’t be home for another two hours, so I had lots of time, since I was already packing my last suitcase.
As I closed the drawer a picture of Y/N and I fell down from the dresser. I bended down and turned the picture around, so I could look at it.
I clearly remembered that time, we were both so in love back then, but sadly things weren’t like that anymore.
We barely saw each other anymore, and I think that’s the reason, why we aren’t in love anymore.
I sighed and placed the picture on Y/N’s pillow. Then I went downstairs with my suitcases and sat down by the dining table to write Y/N a note.
“Hey Y/N, you’re probably wondering, why I’m not there, or why any of my stuff aren’t there… I left. I found someone else, and I love her, Y/N. And I need you to understand that!
Of course I still love you, but not in that way. We just weren’t meant to be… I hope you understand, and that you will be able to forgive me someday?
I hope you find the man of your dreams, because I’m not that guy.
Justin” I wrote, I sighed, and then I went upstairs and placed the note on her pillow.
I blew a small kiss to the room, and then I went downstairs again and went outside, where I heard Amanda honk.
I got my suitcases into the trunk, and then I got in on the passenger seat and placed a kiss on Amanda’s cheek. Amanda smiled, and then she drove off.

* Your POV *
I sighed as I unlocked the door at Justin and I’s house. I placed my keys on the little dresser we had and took off my shoes and my jacket.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I realized the house was completely quiet. Normally Justin would be home by now, and he would always turn on the television, unless he had gone to bed?
I hurried upstairs and went into our bedroom, but as I walked into the room, something was different. Normally Justin would have his clothes laying around, but there was none. I walked over to the dresser and that is, when I noticed all of his stuff were gone. I gasped and covered my mouth as I went into the walk-in closet to check if his clothes was still there, but if wasn’t. I quietly started sobbing as I went into the bedroom again. I hurried over to the bed and found a small note lying on my pillow along with a picture of him and I.
“Hey Y/N, you’re probably wondering, why I’m not there, or why any of my stuff aren’t there… I left. I found someone else, and I love her, Y/N. And I need you to understand that!
Of course I still love you, but not in that way. We just weren’t meant to be… I hope you understand, and that you will be able to forgive me someday?
I hope you find the man of your dreams, because I’m not that guy.
Justin” it said, I started crying even more. I had no idea he felt this way! I still loved Justin like I did, when we first started dating, and I always would, because he was the love of my life.
And I had already found the man of my dreams, Justin. I crumbled the note together and laid down on the bed. I grabbed the picture and squeezed it into my chest as I continued to cry.
This was such an unbelievable feeling; I thought I was going to die!
I sniffled as I found my phone and dialed Noah’s number. Noah was my best friend, and he could always make me feel better, even though I doubted I would ever be happy again.
“Hey” he said as he picked up the phone, I didn’t say a thing, I just continued to sob.
“What’s wrong sweetie?” he suddenly asked me as I started crying even harder.
“He left” I whispered, I took a few breaths as I waited for him to answer.
“What?” he asked,
“Justin, he left me” I told him. And I think it was in that moment I realized that he had actually left me.
Suddenly I heard Noah close a door and start a car.
“What are you doing Noah?” I asked him as I sniffled.
“I’m going to pick you up, you’re not going to stay at that house tonight” he said, I lightly smiled through my tears.
“Thanks, you’re the best” I told him,
“Nah, but hurry, change into something else than your work clothes, and then I will be there to pick you up in 10 minutes” he said, I sniffled and dried some tears away.
“Okay, see you soon” I said, and then I ended the call and went into the walk-in closet.
I found a pair of ripped, black jeans, a black crop top and one of Justin’s flannels, he had given it to me a few months ago, and I loved wearing it. I went out to the bathroom and took of my ruined makeup, I didn’t want to wear any makeup, so I just fixed my hair and went downstairs.

A few minutes later Noah picked me up. He immediately hugged me as I got inside his car.
“Hey princess, how are you feeling?” he asked me as we pulled away. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes in hope of stopping my tears, but it didn’t help, because a second later, tears were streaming down my cheeks again.
“I just don’t understand, why I never realized he felt that way” I told him, Noah nodded his head, then he started driving again.

A few minutes later we arrived at the nearest beach. Noah hurried to get to my side to open my door. I thanked him as I got out, then I fell right into his arms and started sobbing loudly.
Noah picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I hid my face in the crook of his neck and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, too.
Noah walked for a little while, and then he sat down on a rock and held me tight.
“It’s okay princess, I will make sure you won’t feel this way ever again! You deserve to be treated so well, and you deserve to find true love” Noah explained, I pulled away from his neck and looked him into the eyes.
“But I thought I had already found my one true love” I sobbed, Noah pouted and nodded his head.
“I know, and I thought you had, too” he said. I got down from his lap and sat beside him, Noah wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
“Why am I always so unlucky?” I asked Noah, Noah squeezed me and placed a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re not unlucky, you’re just living” he said, I gulped and nodded my head as I hid it in his chest.

* 3 months later – Justin’s POV *
“Why don’t you realize it, Justin? You still love her!” Amanda yelled as she started packing all of my clothes. I rolled my eyes and started unpacking again.
“No Amanda, I don’t! I thought I did, but I don’t!” I told her, now Amanda rolled her eyes and stopped to look at me.
“Don’t you think, I know how you’re always looking at her picture of Instagram, you’re always making sure to see if she tweets anything, and I know she is still your wallpaper on your work phone” Amanda quietly said. Then she gave me my suitcase and pushed me out of the front door. I sighed and looked down in the ground. I really still loved Y/N; I just didn’t think I did, because we never spent any time together. But Amanda made me realize it; I needed Y/N back, no matter what the challenges would be!

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can't control it any longer.

 

“I can’t believe you still have these!” Larry gasped, holding up the Jordan’s he’d bought me 8 years ago. “They look good too. Almost like you never wear them.”

“I’m not rough on my shoes like you and Lau,” I declared with a smirk.

He playfully cut his eyes at me. “You don’t dance like me and Lau either.”

Vrai,” I murmured, tilting my head and sighing as I eyed the shoes. They were the first of many shoes Larry bought me. Somehow after seeing how much I appreciated the first pair, he roped me into his world of sneakers. Even after we’d broken up, I’d think of him each time I purchased a pair. He, Lau and I spent entirely too much time in Foot Locker – them, trying on shoes and me, complaining.

I glanced away from him with a sigh and forced my eyes back to my pending issue. My article that was due in two days. Bee had already emailed asking if I needed an extension. She, like myself was surprised by the fact that I’d yet to submit anything. It was unlike me. I assured her that I would have the article ready by the deadline but now as I stared at the sparse document, I felt regret trickle down my skin. I should have taken her up on the extension.

My eyes shifted to the notes I’d jotted in my phone sometime yesterday. Between voice notes, scribbles on random sheets of paper and thoughts in my notes app, I was all over the place. I had enough material to complete my article but now I had to tie those pieces together.

My fingers moved to the keyboard and I tapped around for a bit before developing a quick pattern. My pace quickened as I poured my thoughts into the document, pausing only to glance down at my phone.

“Gi,” Larry called, nearing the edge of my bed.

“Not now,” I murmured. I was finally getting somewhere and couldn’t allow him to distract me. The sound of him kissing his teeth made me grin but I didn’t bother looking up at him.

Larry had shown up early this morning to my surprise. I’d entered the kitchen, wiping crust from the corners of my eyes only to find him perched at the kitchen island with my mom. He was cracking eggs and she was typing fiercely in her laptop.

Shock was an understatement and I’d instantly whipped around, not wanting him to see me in my tattered Tinkerbell nightie. My efforts were fruitless because he caught sight of me before I could fully flee. His laughter followed me down the hall as I ripped rollers out of my hair, dropping a few along the way.

I reminded myself that it was just Larry and he’d seen me in every way possible but that didn’t stop my frantic pacing. I wanted to look cute – for him. A steel ball of nerves had latched to my intestines as I removed the gossamer gown that had seen better days. With the nightie now on the floor and the cool air running over my skin, I rushed to my suitcase that I’d yet to fully unpack, pulling out a pair of black leggings.

Minutes later I was moving down the hall again. Except this time my mouth was minty fresh, my hair was sans rollers and I wasn’t wearing a raggedy gown but leggings and a tank. Larry offered me a knowing smirk but said nothing as he pulled me into his arms.

I’d spent the morning enjoying my two favorite people. Larry prepared an amazing breakfast and afterwards we sat talking about any and everything. My mom had brought her work to the table but Larry had been adamant about me not bringing mine. I complied, warning him that I had to focus solely on my article later.

And now it was later and he was still trying to grip my attention in a death grip. He was such a handful.

Though I complained, I loved that he was greedy for my attention. It made my stomach bubble with a warmth that I couldn’t describe. He could have been anywhere in Paris. His family was here, he had tons of friends here yet, he was with me, watching me work and drawing distracting patterns with his fingers on the backs of my thighs.

Time slid by and eventually I finished up, edited and emailed Bee the article. A sigh left myself lips as I shut my laptop and I wiped tiredly at my eyes. My neck ached and shoulders were sore but I said nothing as I turned to look back at Larry. He was on his back with his head resting on my ass and his laptop resting on his stomach. Bulky headphones were over his ears and concentration was weaved throughout it face. I watched him for a bit until the position began to irritate my already aching muscles. My movements must’ve jarred him from whatever he was doing because seconds later his voice poured into the room.

Avez-vous terminé?” (You done)

Ouais,” I sang and he instantly closed his Mac, set it on the floor and crawled over my frame.

“I heavy?” He asked, resting on me. He used his arms for leverage as not to distribute too much weight on me.

“Please,” I scoffed. “You weight like 90 pounds.” I didn’t have to see him to know that he frowned.

“Yeah, my dick do.” I gasped and he laughed.

“You’re so gross.” I felt his shrug then sighed when he rolled away from me, pinning himself between my body and the wall my bed was pushed up against. I instantly looked over at him, finding his smirking face. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” He shrugged. “I feel happy, I guess.” And because he felt his words hadn’t stabbed at my heart enough, he went on. “You make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.”

“I want to take you for a date tonight.” He said next and my eyes widened in surprise.

“A date?”

“Yes,” His eyes trailed over my face in amusement. “Why you say like you surprised?” I shrugged. “I want you to stay at hotel with me after.” I swallowed as my mouth went completely barren.

“Okay,” I whispered.

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My shoes clacked nosily against the stone flooring of the foyer, marking my presence. A zing of electricity coursed through my frame as soon as I spotted him. He was leaned against the wall, speaking to my mom. His body was cloaked in black. He looked amazing. A single gold medallion chain hung from his neck, contrasting greatly against his black button down. The chain was equally as obnoxious as it was appealing and after a few seconds, I decided that I liked it.

My heart vaulted forward when he looked up, allowing his warm eyes to fall upon me. His stare instantly made me hot. It was intense – more intense than I’d ever known it to be – and it curved around my body, constricting over my nerves. I willed myself to breathe and walk but his gaze made it hard. I could still hear my mom’s voice in the distance as she spoke to him. It sounded muffled and distant despite the fact that I was growing nearer and nearer. Feet became inches as I approached the pair, smiling nervously. My insides were rattling and shaking. I was nervous beyond belief and frankly, I was clueless as to why. I was acting like a teen going on prom. I was acting like this was my very first date.

“Gi,” He breathed, as I approached. My steps eased to a stop as Larry’s eyes moved over the length of me. His stare was on my bare shoulders, then the dip of my neckline and the small amount of cleavage it offered. I shifted, nervously fingering the thin strap. His eyes followed the gesture and I instantly dropped my hand to my side, jarring the hem of my dress. I shivered as the hem waved against my thighs before finally coming to a stop.

“Hi Larry,” I whispered back. My voice trickled into the air and as soon as I heard it I regretted how breathless I sounded. But I was just that – breathless. My lungs were constricting into small pockets and my heart was pacing towards the doors of a myocardial infarction. His stare didn’t make things better. Hickory eyes that resembled pools of syrup grazed my every surface before penetrating past every barrier to my soul.

“You look gorgeous,” His voice was silky and low, it matched his stare. I gulped as his eyes continued to drink in my frame. I smoothed my dress, not because it needed to be smoothed but because I was pinned under the weight of anxiety.

“Thank you.” My reply was whispered and I cursed myself again. Get it together Giselle, it’s only Larry, I told myself. Yet, even as I attempted to calm down, I realized that it was impossible to use the adverb only when it came to Larry.

Finally I was able to shake myself out of my Larry-induced haze and acknowledge my mother’s presence. Her face was dressed in a knowing expression. Her lips curled upward with a serpentine quality and her eyes glowed with excitement.

“You look beautiful, baby,” I nodded my thanks, offering her a shaky smile. I couldn’t articulate why it was on my face. Nor could I express the tightness in my heart and the diminishing of my lungs. If I tried, it wouldn’t be eloquent enough. It was be a mere composition of words that made no sense. “Have fun,” She added.

She and Larry exchanged a few more words before she made herself sparse. My current state of nervousness had rendered me not only speechless, but incapable of hearing. In fact, I hadn’t even heard Larry calling my name. It wasn’t until his heated fingertips met the silken skin of my back that I was shoved into the ice water of reality. My body melted under his touch and my eyes jumped to his.

“Ready?” He asked. Instead of him removing his hand from me once he gained my attention, he inflicted more torture, running his fingers down the length of my spine. I cursed and praised the bare back of this dress at the very same time.

I nodded, and then decided to put my voice to use. “Yep.” The word was used to display ease but instead of flowing from my lips normally, it came out in what resembled a squeak. I instantly flushed as Larry smiled.

Once in the car, I almost melted into the leather bucket seats. His masculine aroma lingered in the air and mixed in was the unmistakable scent of leather. His cologne was sweet and fresh and powdery, all at the same time, rendering me breathless. I could feel my core quivering to life as I became dizzy with lust.

My head met the headrest with a muffled thump as Larry pulled off, speeding down the streets. I glanced at him, taking in his profile. The slight curve of his nose, the extension of his forehead, the pucker of his lips kept me enthralled as he drove. The car was dark but the red glow of the dashboard illuminated his features, creating a feast for my eyes to devour. I willed myself to look away, to stop staring but I couldn’t. I knew he was aware of the way my eyes were latched to him but he’d yet to say anything about it. Him not calling me out on my long stares was totally unlike him. Larry lived to put me on the spot. Making me squirm was his hobby. I wondered what he was thinking. I watched his fingers drum over the steering wheel. I watched him tilt his head and tuck his plush bottom lip into his mouth. I watched him maneuver through the streets of Paris with an ease that filled me with insane amounts of nostalgia. And by the time I finally willed myself to stop watching him, he was maneuvering the car to a smooth stop.

When his eyes landed on mine I smiled because I didn’t know what else to do or say. There was a heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to ignore it but I couldn’t. Something about tonight was different but I couldn’t place my finger on it. I’d spent months with Larry, fighting him off, pretending I didn’t want him, ignoring my need for him and now I was closing that chapter. But for some reason, I lingered. I didn’t flip the page to the new chapter because I was petrified. I’d jumped but instead of landing, I wavered mid-air. I floated between where I used to be and where I wanted to be. I was stagnant. Yet, something told me that tonight would quell my floating. Tonight I would land and be exactly where I wanted to be, where I needed to be. And that scared me more than anything.

Within seconds, my hand was in Larry’s as he helped me from the low car. I wanted to mention how flashy the white car was but refrained. I was sure he’d have a smartass remark anyway.

Hand in hand, we entered the restaurant. L’Avenue was a Parisian hotspot and I silently wondered how Larry had gotten reservations. “I heard this place was good,” I spoke as soon as we were seated. He looked up at me, a smile spreading across his face.

“I think you never speak.” I grinned sheepishly, dropping my eyes from his. “Can I know what you’re thinking?”

I paused, relishing on his question in silence. I tried to group my thoughts together but then I remembered his words from yesterday, stop think for what you say and just say it.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, gazing at him. “I’m nervous. I’m driving myself crazy even though I’m telling myself not to, even though I’m telling myself it’s just you.” I shrugged. The move was jerky and caused the slim strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder. Larry’s eyes followed the delicate fabric and I took my time putting it back in place. “What are you thinking?”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was as though he hadn’t expected me to ask the question. His eyes shifted back and forth before fluttering closed as his tilted his head back.

I was surprised when he stood a few seconds later and even more surprised when he rounded the table, reaching for my hand.

“What are you doing?’ I quizzed, bewildered when he lightly tugged at my arm.

“Dance with me?” His eyes were wide and warm. They were innocent and honest.

“Dance?” I quickly looked around the restaurant. “Um, Larry this isn’t that type of place.”

“They play music… where there’s music there’s dance.” I nearly laughed at him but I was too shocked by the bold request to do so. “Please, baby, dance with me?”

I was standing on weak knees before I even had the chance to address how embarrassing this would be. I quickly glanced around the restaurant, wondering what people would think. I knew we looked dumb and the thought made my skin burn.

“Focus on me,” His soft voice quickly snatched my attention. “Only me,” He added as though he knew I needed more coaxing. I nodded, gazing into his eyes, swooning as his hands moved down the length of my back before settling just above my rear.

The music was soft and slow. Pianos and strings dictated our movements. I nearly smiled at the fact that I was able to recognize the instruments straightaway. Larry and Lau had taught me so much about instruments and musicality. I sometimes found myself hearing songs and listening to the beat before I even paid attention to the words. Small things like that made me happy. Larry impacted my life in so many ways. I wondered if he realized.

“What I think about,” He started as his stare wrapped around my features. “I think about us together… in the future. I see us happy. I want to make you happy, I want to wake every morning and see you smile.” My ability to breathe went out of the window as his fingers danced over my skin and words embedded in my heart. The music married with the soft whisper of his voice. He spoke words designed only for me. He told me of his goals and how he wanted to set new ones with me. He told me about his fears and regrets. He told me about the life he wanted – with me.

I felt like I was frozen in time. A warmth I couldn’t describe oozed down to my bones. I could feel the rapid thump of his heart due to our close proximity. My eyes roamed his face, taking in prominent cheekbones and sensuous eyes. As he peered down at me, speaking words his heart delivered, my eyes glassed with tears. I didn’t want to cry – not here, not now – but his ramblings and husky voice proved to be the greatest poem I’d ever heard.

My hands eased away from his broad shoulders and moved up to cradle his cheeks. His stare never wavered as I placed a lingering kiss on his chin. It was the only area I could reach. A prolonged sigh his left his lips when I moved down to his neck, placing a delicate kiss there too. His Adams apple jumped in reaction and his grip on me tightened.

“I need you Larry,” I blinked as the words left my lips. For years I’d denied needing him and I’d rejected wanting him. I’d built this idea in my head that needing a man made me weak. I’d always loved the concept of being an independent woman, one who thrived on her own, one who didn’t need a man. That’s the way I viewed my mother, and because she was such a strong figure in my life I wanted to be just like her. But we were different. I couldn’t be her and I would never be her. It was something I was just now accepting.

After things went sour with Larry, I viewed love with a connotation of negativity. After all, it was the poison that ran through my veins even as I attempted to detox. I viewed the love I harbored for him as a weakness, as something to be ashamed of. It made me feel pitiful and pathetic. For so long, I felt like an idiot for loving him all this time. I would question why. I would wonder if my adoration for him, which clung to my soul, was going to hinder me meeting the one. Was I holding myself back from something amazing by remaining in the clutches of Larry?

I searched for a magic sign, billboard, glowing orb that led me to the one. I searched high and low for signs. But there was no signs – no physical ones at least. Funny thing was, I was looking for something I’d already had. They very thing I wanted the most was what I fought off with all my might.

Larry made me want to be a better person. There was a light in him – a goodness – that radiated from within. It affected everyone around him, including me. He had a way of making people feel good. Whether he was gazing at you with round brown eyes full of innocence, smiling a bucktoothed smile or making an inappropriate joke, he was affecting you. And sadly it was something one didn’t realize until they were no longer basking in that light.

When he was happy I was happy. It was a simple concept but a complex feeling. I was so deeply connected to Larry – it didn’t make sense. I could remember hearing the twins rave about the connection they had with each other. I was always in awe, maybe even a bit jealous. I was an only child and had never connected to anyone on the level that they had. It brought me joy to know that no matter what, they would always have each other – no matter how near or far. But the same thing that brought happiness also brought envy. I wanted that. I wanted it so badly and for years I overlooked the fact that I had it. I felt Larry. I was connected to him. His emotions were mine – his joy, his sadness, his indifference – I felt all of it when he did. It was faint. It left my body heated. It was an energy. It was love.

I loved him with terror, anger, regret, and pride. I loved him fully and completely, so much so that I feared for the future. I feared trying to contain all my adoration as time passed. I knew it would grow.

Larry touched me in ways that I couldn’t even begin to express. He was like the dream that I had, one that affected me and dictated my thoughts throughout the day. One that I nor google could explain. The way he made me feel was enigmatic and frankly I was tired of looking for a definition to describe it. I was tired of trying to box up what we had in a pretty little package, covered in labels.

“I want you.”

I was sure when his lips met mine I felt a spark. In fact, my entire body tingled from the zing of electricity. His tongue moved into my mouth and his hands roamed across my back. I shuddered in his embrace, enraptured by his touch, lost in the experience – of him. My moans were small but met his lips, creating small, vibrations that made my heart rate double.

I could feel the intricate design of his fingerprints searing my skin. I was melting in his grasp. My body felt tingly and hot. Goosebumps were caressing my skin and anticipation was lining my core. I could barely breathe but still I buried my fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of Larry’s neck, pulling him close. He was my life source but at the same time he was depleting me. It was impossible. It was something only Larry could manage.

“Let’s go,” The husky tone of his voice was enough to make me quiver. His coal-like eyes met mine, doing a sinful dance. The promise, longing and love they had nearly had me on my knees. “Come on,” He whispered, parting from me.

I watched him throw a few bills on the table. We’d yet to even be greeted by a waiter, let alone eat but I don’t think he cared that he was wasting money. If he felt half of what I felt right now it would be impossible to care.

The ride was a blur. Larry sped the entire way and I stared out of the window, watching as we whizzed by buildings. By the time we arrived to the hotel I was breathless. Anticipation had me shifting in my seat to quell the build of arousal. Anxiety had my heart racing. And remembrance had me combing through memories, relishing on how we used to be and what we used to do…

The lobby was a blur of muted neutrals and mirrors. During the elevator ride, I found myself on one side while Larry took the other. I watched him watch me. Our stares went uninterrupted until the sound of the feminine voice alerted us that we were on our floor.

I don’t remember much about the trek down the long hall or how long it took for Larry to get the door open. I do remember the way his lips met the back of my neck as he pushed me through the threshold. His arms had snaked around my waist and he used his foot to shut the door. The door closed with a click, cloaking us in darkness. But I didn’t need to see him because I felt him – My god, I felt him.

“Giselle,” A husked whisper drifted into the quiet of the room as I grinded into his hardness. My head dropped forward as he treated my neck with hot kisses, fiery licks and ravenous bites. I knew there would be marks in the morning but I didn’t care.

My constant writhing landed Larry into a wall. His hands tugged at the hem of my dress as his lips serenaded the skin of my neck. I was surprised when light suddenly washed into the room. It took all of a millisecond to realize that Larry’s shoulder had hit the switch.

Curiosity got the best of me and I glanced up, moaning as Larry’s lips moved down to the curve between my neck and shoulders. The room was vast – well, actually it was a suite. A big beautiful suite that reeked of opulence.

My neck craned up, taking in the ceiling. Intricate designs that screamed ‘Paris’ carved its way through the surface, leading to a dramatic chandelier.

“What?” Larry quizzed, noticing that I’d slipped from his hold but not his grasp. I grinned, shaking my head.  

My eyes roamed over the luxe curtains cascading along the wall. They were heavy yet, they looked light – ethereal.  They were a bright white but it wasn’t stark enough to offend the eyes. The curtains added a crispness to the opulent room. The endless yards of fabric added a sense of normalcy to the grandeur space. I briefly wondered how they kept them so clean. My curtains back home were light-colored and despite the fact that it was only me living there, I still found mysterious spots and splotches.

“Tell me?” He urged, lingering behind me. I caught our reflection in one of the many mirrors. He towered over me, even with the added height of my heels. The hem of my dress danced around my calves as I shifted, aroused under his stare.

“I was just thinking about the first time we entered a hotel room together.” His smile was immediate and his laughter soon followed. It was light and grew in volume with every passing second. “Larry, there was nothing funny about that night.” I sighed, taking a step away from his heat. When I was a good ten feet away, I turned to face him, finding his eyes already on me. A smile lingered around his full lips and his eyes glowed, flickering over my frame. I shifted under his gaze and the slow drag of my heels against the wood floors worked to fill the void our voices left.

“When I think about it now, is very funny to me.” To prove his point, he cackled.

I rolled my eyes, glancing away from him as my gaze flickered over the room – one of the rooms. We were standing in a livingroom area. The couches were leather and the color of marshmallows. The pillows were tan like the sweet crust of crème brûle. The tables were glass and some mirrored. They were covered with fresh flowers – white hydrangeas and high glossed lamps. I was in awe. This place was magnificent and everywhere I looked confirmed that it came with a hefty price tag. This was a far cry from the tiny room at the Mandrin Oriental we once occupied.

“Funny to you, not to me.” I frowned, pulling my eyes away from the blush colored walls with a slight grimace.

“You were so angry.” He chuckled. “And right now you getting pissed at me for laughing.” Though he acknowledged the plight he could see morphing my features he never stopped laughing.

“Shut up Larry,”

“Don’t look like that,” He sang.

“You’re annoying me,”

“How?! I do nothing!” He insisted however, he was unable to hold onto his serious expression and doubled over in laughter.

“You’re an ass,” I groaned even as my lips curved into a grin. I wanted to look back on the situation and laugh but I couldn’t get over the embarrassment I felt that night.

“It was a good night,” He moved closer to me.

“There was nothing good about that night.” I shook my head.

The air around me became thick as he invaded my space, stopping mere centimeters in front of me. His sweet scent wafted under my nose and the energy that radiated around him, moved over me, raising the hairs on my skin. My head dropped back slightly to accommodate his height. I resisted the urge to step away. My old habits of running still affected my instincts though I was working to reprogram myself.

“There was so much things good about that night.” He stepped even closer, forcing our bodies to touch. His arms weaved around my waist and his hands rested at my lower back.

“We must be talking about different nights.” I managed to breathe out. I searched his face, wondering what he was thinking. What he was feeling. However, his face was a mask of neutral. He gave nothing away and that irritated me. My insides were a hop, skip and a jump away from completely disintegrating and he was as cool as a cucumber.

“No,” He shook his head. “I talk about the night you wear a blue dress.”

“I had a lot of blue dresses.”

“Not like this one.” He smirked. “This dress come with black animal stripes and it fit you tight. It move up you thighs when you walk,” His tongue created a trail over his lips. “Remember?” I nodded weakly. “I never forget that night.”

“I don’t know why you want to remember it.” My curiosity was weaved in the statement but as soon as I saw his eyes glaze with mischief, I regretted that statement.

Larry loved getting me like this – wound up. He lived to make me uncomfortable. His major goal was always to make me squirm under his bold disposition. He was a tease and had no qualms about that. On top of that, he was arrogant with it. Smugness was always creased in the corners of his features each time that he crippled me. He was bad but oh so good. He was the extra slice of cake that I often indulged in. I knew it was bad for me but boy did I enjoy it. Bite after bite after bite…

A smirk pulled his lips upward as his eyes roamed my face and his fingers roamed my bare back. I froze under his touch only to shudder to life seconds later. “That’s the night I taste you for the first time. I never want to forget.”

“Larry,” His name fell off my lips. It was a mixture of a moan and a sigh. It made it apparent that I was under his spell. His chin hefted upwards in response to my voice. To my plea. But I said nothing and he knew I wouldn’t. He’d purposefully drained my power to speak away. Words were my main defense and without them I was vulnerable. By the time he finished with me I would be writhing from desire – from his words alone.

“Is also the night to teach me about l’heure bleu,” He smirked and dragged his finger down my spine.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I moved away from him, heading into another part of the massive suite. A short hall led me to a bedroom that was bigger than mine back home. Decadence was weaved through this room as well. My eyes lingered on the bed. The headboard was huge – and mirrored. I tried to ignore the way my breathing hitched at the concept. In the end, I had to force myself to look away from it. When I did I was met with Larry’s tall frame, lingering in the doorway.

I stepped out of my shoes, losing inches of my height and kicked them to the side. Next, I reached to the side of my dress, undoing the zipper that held the garment together. Larry was frozen but his eyes moved, watching as my straps slid from my shoulder, resting along my triceps. My movements were slow and measured but because there wasn’t much dress it wasn’t long before the fabric pooled at my ankles, leaving me completely bare in front of him.

Larry slowly dragged his tongue over his lips and ran his eyes down my body, lingering on several parts that made me shiver. I nearly turned to dust when he pulled his shirt over his head. I took in his golden brown skin with a greed that surprised me. I feasted on his smooth chest before moving down to the sleek abdominal muscles that cut through his stomach. My heart rate quickened as he moved to undo his pants. His almond shapes eyes had yet to leave me as he removed his belt and undid the button with a dexterity that spoke volumes about how long he’d been wearing his pants like this.

I drug a hefty wad of air into my lungs when he kicked his jeans and shoes off, leaving him in a pair of grey boxer briefs that were clearly made just for his body. The words on the band were blurry – in fact, everything was blurry except for the very apparent bulge in his shorts. My mouth watered and so did my pussy.

I wasn’t ready when he moved towards me and I certainly wasn’t ready when he stood before me, winding his arms around my waist. The feel of his naked skin to mine was sublime. His was hot and hard in all the right places but soft at the same time. I wanted to take my time reacquainting myself with every inch of his body but I knew he wouldn’t allow me to. I could see it in his eyes – the burning desire to be inside of me.

I watched him as his soft touch trailed from my neck, over my collarbone and down my chest until it was cupping the small globe of my breast. I shrank back due to the sensitivity I felt. He smirked, knowing my plight. He was excited about it. I moaned when he replaced his hand with his mouth. It started as light kisses then transitioned to searing licks but my knees buckled when he began to suckle the flesh. His tongue made dizzying circles around my nipple but never quite touched it. I knew he was doing it on purpose. The circles grew tighter and tighter and each time I thought he would take me out of my misery he switched to the next breast.

“Larry… please.” I breathed, annoyed and aroused at the same time. I felt his smirk press into my skin. It made me want to slap him. I pushed my chest out, hoping he’d grab on to the hint. But he didn’t. He continued his teasing, dragging me to the very edge of my patience. And just as I opened my mouth to protest, his teeth sunk into the tight nub, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

“God,” I cried as a long, wet lick followed, soothing the throbbing ache. My head dropped back as Larry continued his assault. I wavered between speechlessness and constant moaning. I relished in the fact that he still remembered what I liked. But at the same time he was doing new things that made me weak in the knees.

I blinked, growing lightheaded due to the ache between my thighs. A throb was expanded through my body. Vibrations were shooting beyond my core and sending my entire being into a blissful shock. For a second I was sure I would cum from his ministrations and he’d yet to even touch me where I ached most.

My knees hit the back of the bed just as my body was ready to completely cave in. I basked in the feel of the luxury fabric against my bare skin but not for long. I was unable to focus because what I wanted – needed the most was right in front of me. Without a seconds delay, I traced the outline of his dick as it strained behind the thin fabric. My eyes found his as he jerked forward in reaction. I gripped the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down until they were no longer on his hips but resting on his muscled thighs. My eyes dropped from his as he stepped out of the shorts, kicking them to the side. His erection moved with him, bobbing against his stomach before going still as he paused in front of me, mere inches from my mouth. Elation wasn’t the word to describe what I felt right now. There was no word.

I leaned forward, feathering the area under his navel with light kisses. Again, he jerked. It was his spot – one of them. Larry had many areas all over his body that made him tick – under his navel, his thighs, the cove of his neck, his nipples…

My kisses continued to move down as his breathing hitched. But like Larry had done me, I surpassed where he wanted my mouth most and moved down to his toned thighs, kissing and licking the soft flesh that resided there. I looked up, seeing the desperation in his eyes. I saw the fight and the need he felt to hang on, to remain strong. I wanted to break it.

My fingers traced down his inner thighs, feeling the jerk of his quads. He breathed a sigh that morphed into a grunt when my tongue eased up to the juncture of his thigh. My eyes drifted over to his dick and I took in the smooth texture, the even complexion, the vein that whirled angrily around the rod and the soft thatch of hair. But his eyes were too expressive to miss out on, so I dragged my gaze back up to his, hissing when I saw the lust that resided there.

My own body was throbbing. As I teased him I realized I was doing myself a disservice. My inner thighs tingled and my core ached. It was the best form of torture. I smirked before licking my lips and placing them at the base of his shaft. The groan that left his mouth was the sweetest harmony I’d ever heard and it played over and over as I moved my moistened lips up the underside of his shaft. When I reached the tip, I licked around the head before covering him with my mouth.

“Giselle,” He breathed and I moaned my response. Nothing was better than hearing my name fall off his lips.

His hands were in my hair and he loosened the messy bun that rested at the nape of my neck. I shivered at the feel of my hair falling over my shoulders and back. I groaned when he gripped a fistful, tugging it lightly. I followed his silent plea, taking more of him into my mouth, watching as his head dropped back and mouth fell open. Smugness danced in my heated belly as a string of breathless moans left his lips.

His hips moved in accordance with my mouth, tucking him as deep as he could physically go. His cries of pleasure married with the slurping sounds of my mouth, creating an erotic soundtrack that flowed through the suite. My mouth moved up and down his length and my fingers traced along his balls, causing him to jerk. His sensitivity only pushed me to go further as I transitioned from soft caresses to a full on massage.

His eyes sought mine out. They blazed with passion, lust and desperation. His pulsing shaft felt like heaven in my wet mouth. He began to pull my hair harder and move his hips faster. His breathing quickened and abdominal muscles jerked. He was close. And hell, I felt close too.

Arrêtez,” (stop) He groaned, tugging my hair away from him. I instantly protested, ignoring the throb of my scalp. “Please,” He begged when my mouth clenched onto him and tongue swirled over his frenulum. A groan grumbled in his chest before easing out of his mouth as he stared at me. I saw his astonishment, I saw his lust and I saw his pleasure. “Gis –“ A shudder cut his words off but it didn’t take him long to attempt again. “I don’t wanna cum right now, stop baby.”

I was sure my protest showed in my eyes just as his plea showed in his. He tugged my hair again but this time I actually complied, letting him fall from my mouth with a pop. He stumbled back and doubled over, resting his clenched fists at his knees.

I watched him, silently patting myself on the back. Having Larry beg was an accomplishment that I never thought I would achieve. I could remember a time where he – my thoughts were sliced in half by his laser-like eyes. He stared at me with an intensity that made me gulp down any residual smugness I was experiencing. It was a look of warning, a look of promise.

“Lay back,” My head grew light and body trembled as I slid up against the covers, laying down per his instruction. I was shuddering with anticipation and made no attempts to hide it.

He gripped my ankle, kissing the underside of my food before moving up along my calf and to my inner thigh where he stopped. His eyes were dark and heated like amber. They narrowed under the fan of his lashes as he leaned forward, inhaling. I crumpled to nothingness as a cry left my lips.

“You know how much I miss this pussy, Giselle?” His finger traced along the juncture of my thigh. “My pussy.” He amended as his brows rose. He leaned down and his teeth sunk into the meaty flesh of my inner thigh. His name fell easily from my lips. “I missed it so much.”

“Show me?” I urged, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. His lips rose in a smirk but he didn’t look at my face. Instead, his eyes rested on my sex. I felt myself throbbing, pulsing and quivering. I knew he saw it. The way his teeth sank into his lip, draining the flesh of its pink tone, made it evident.

My heart thundered in my chest as he leaned closer. His eyes fluttered shut and I nearly cried at the sight. Knowing a single part of my body could make him react in such a way made me blush. It made me feel powerful.

Despite the fact that his head had been between my thighs and his face was mere inches from my sex, I was unprepared when his tongue lashed out, sweeping across my flesh. Our simultaneous moans married together, bursting into the air.

I groaned as he pushed my thighs apart, pressing them flat against the bed. The position added strain to my not-so-agile muscles but I didn’t care. I would deal with the aching in the morning – if I survived.

His tongue moved to my clit, swirling around the tiny bud. A breathy gasp rattled from my chest, pouring into the room. I silently thanked the heavens that Larry was no tease when it came to cunnilingus. He got straight to it. When it came to oral, he was two things: thorough and greedy. I was forever grateful.

My fingers weaved through his twists. They were freshly done and shun with moisture but I knew after tonight they would look at though they’d been in his head for weeks.

My fevered moans and frantic touches fueled him, pushing him to torment me further. There was a puddle between my thighs. One that formed due to the fountain my body had become and soaked through the expensive duvet. My fingers moved from his hair and curled into the sheets. I knew that if I tugged at his head any harder I would begin to detach twists. I was sure my freshly manicured nails would break off into the fabric but I didn’t care. I needed to grip reality, sanity. I needed to grip anything that would keep me from being swept up into a tornado of bliss.

My cries eased into the room, becoming a permanent feature as Larry alternated between fast flicks and lingering licks. He was driving me beyond the edge of crazy. I looked down and I wasn’t at all surprised to find his eyes riveted on me. He loved watching me react. Yet, still I flushed and grew hotter. He groaned against my flesh, watching my skin tinge with pink.

He drew lazy circles around my steadily swelling clit, pooling my center with wetness from his tongue. I quivered, digging myself into the mattress as heat began to clench my womb. His tongue moved down to my opening and he collected the juices that formed there before stroking right back up to my clit. His lips puckered against me as he sucked while strumming the tingling button at the same time. I was delirious.

And as though he hadn’t put me through enough, his finger glided over my wetness before moving down to tease my opening. I felt the flesh pucker and heard him groan. His finger traced dizzying circles as I grew even wetter. He pressed into me, letting his finger go in an inch before sliding it back out. He repeated this gesture while maintaining consistency on my clit. My screams had gone to a new high and they wouldn’t stop. My entire body was shuddering. My eyes were rolling. My spirit was burning. I was so close.

“Giselle,” He groaned and my crazed eyes sought him out. “You trust me?” The question was odd and totally inappropriate for the occasion. It annoyed me. Actually, it wasn’t really the question that irked me. It was the fact that he had to remove his mouth to ask it. Still, his finger continued to twirl over the textural flesh of my entrance, keeping me on the edge of pleasure. He was calculated in that way and I hated him for it.

“Wh-what?” I asked breathlessly. My upper body raised and I rested my weight on my elbows.

“Do you trust me?” I relished on the question. I let it wash over me.

Trust had always been an issue for us – an issue for me. I never really admitted aloud but I didn’t really trust him. I often said I did but it never showed in my actions. But now as I stared at him – between my quivering thighs – I realized I did trust him. I was ready to put my heart in his hands despite the fact that he’d smashed it before.

“Why?” I expected him to frown but he didn’t. I wondered why he was asking now. Was he asking if I trusted him generally? Or sexually?

“Do you?”

I nodded, it was shaky. “I do. I do trust you.” The admission made his eyes glow but I didn’t have long to bask in the sight because they went dark with mystery before he lowered himself back to my pussy, stroking my clit with his tongue. I frowned at his weirdness then moaned at his tenderness.

His finger dipped completely into my heat and I gasped out only to frown when he removed it. Long licks were a momentarily distraction. However, nothing could distract me from the trail of wetness he was tracing along my body. I froze as his finger neared my ass, circling the tight entrance.

“Larry!” My voice was filled with panic.

“You trust me, no?” The words were muffled into my heat and I nodded hurriedly.

“But –“ He used the trail of wetness, easing into a space that had never been explored before. The strings of pleasure in my womb that he had been strumming for what seemed like forever all snapped simultaneously, sending me over the edge. I rocked into him and pulled away from him at the first same time. My body went completely numb before being impaled with a million needles of pleasure. My scream was something I didn’t hear but I felt it. I felt it scorching my throat and ripping my chest in half.

Larry’s tongue continued to stroke me despite the fact that I was screaming my head off. Despite the fact that I was shuddering and shaking and quivering. Despite the fact that my juices were gushing all over his lips.

“I came!” I screamed, positive that he wasn’t aware since he kept going.

His finger was moving in and out of the tight space with a fluidity that lifted me off the bed. Tears rained from my eyes as pleasure replaced the blood in my veins. Pleasure was an understatement to what I was feeling right now.

“Cum again.” He commanded and in my head I glared at him, externally I whimpered and fell back into the plush duvet that was wrinkled under my writhing body. His tongue moved at a fast pace, showing no signs of stopping. His finger curled inside of me and his thumb pressed against my wet entrance. I was on a first class trip to death.

The wet sounds of his mouth moving against me mixed with my breathy moans filled the room. My thighs, that were no longer under his hold, tightened around his head as I felt another climax nearing. My back arched as my spine liquefied. Words I couldn’t comprehend left my lips as Larry slowed down, savoring me. Nails of pleasure raked over my flesh as I came undone, squirming across the bed.

My hands moved to his head and I pushed him away with shaky hands. He went without a fight, peering up at me. His eyes lazily trailed my vibrating frame as used the back of his hand to wipes my juices from his lips. His eyes narrowed as his licked the residual nectar and I whimpered.

His body covered mine and he raised me effortlessly, sliding me to the top of the bed. Plush pillows filled my peripheral as I stared up at him, matching his intense gaze. My lips fell open as I prepared to tell him how I’d never experienced pleasure like that, how glad I was it was with him.

But it was his words that crumbled mine to bits. “I love you, Giselle.” His forehead met mine as his eyes morphed to daggers.

I swallowed, grabbing his head and pulling it down to mine. Our lips met in passionate kiss. It was one that twisted my heart and shattered my soul. Energy coursed between us, coiling us together, binding us like we’d never been bound before. When we finally separated, the both of us were breathless and playing catch up with our lungs.

“I love you too, Larry.” Appreciation and relief flashed in his eyes before he kneeled down, kissing me again. I was so distracted by his searing kisses that I failed to notice him spreading me.

His teeth sunk into my lip just as he moved forward, imbedded in length within my core. I whimpered and he hissed as he stretched me. The intrusion rendered me breathless and speechless. It was such a tight fit yet, my body welcomed him, quivering around his shaft. With a hard thrust, he pushed deep inside my body then withdrew marginally before thrusting again.

“Fuck, Gi.” He hissed, gripping my hips in a tight hold. His twists fanned in front of his face and I pushed them back, needing to see his face. His eyes sought mine out and a sexy grin curled his lips as he moved forward again, forcing a moan to rumble in my chest before pouring from my lips.

Dear God, how had I forgotten this feeling, I wondered as his hips glided deftly between my parted thighs. I could write a twenty page paper on his hips movements alone. Him being a skilled dancer was the greatest gift and it forced me to thank the heavens above over and over and over again.

Larry was tall, skinny and lean but he possessed the strength of a weightlifter. He moved me to his liking, lifting and pulling, with hardly any effort at all. It turned me on. His power and need to possess sent me into a tornado of lust time and time again. The hard plains of his body and defined cuts of muscle moving against the fleshy curves and soft contours of my body was the greatest reminder that he could easily overpower me. And that fact instilled a heat so immense in my body that I was sure my muscles would melt away from my bones.

He was aggressive and gentle at the same time. He was hard and graceful. He was attentive and watched my every reaction with eager eyes. My every moan prompted him to go faster. My whimpers whispered to him to slow down. He knew exactly how I liked it but he didn’t get too arrogant. He’d pioneered my pleasure but he was also well aware of the fact that someone else could have shifted the blueprint.

“I love you,” The words tumbled from my mouth and I didn’t bother trying to stop them. I wanted him to know, I needed him to know, that I loved him and frankly, I’d never stopped.

Je t’aime aussi,” He rasped, staring deep into my eyes.

It was impossible to love a human this much. It was impossible to love anything with this much conviction but I did. My love for him was desperate and unwavering and I knew it would remain until the moment I took my very last breath.

My fingers moved down his defined back to the firm globes of his ass where they rested. His skin was slick with sweat and hot. His breathing remained steady, reminding me of the stamina he’d gained from dancing. His movements jarred my body and my hands fell, leaving my fingertips to curve into the twin dimples that etched a space on the sides of his ass.

“Larry, Larry, Larry.” I cried. My entire vocabulary had been erased – all three languages. I’d now been watered down to a crazed woman who only knew one word. It didn’t matter. His name was the only thing that counted.

“Gi,’ He groaned as my body clenched him in a tight hold before releasing him with a shudder. I could feel myself growing wetter and tighter. I could feel my body building with pressure that would only result in another explosion.

I was stunned when he pulled away from me and nearly cried when he left my body. My eyes shifted down to his member, finding it glistening with my juices. The sight made my mouth water and body clench.

“Turn over,” He commanded but because he was impatient, he flipped me, not waiting for me to act on my own. I was instantly met with a view of myself. My skin was flushed. The black liner that once rimmed my eyes was now smudged. My once sleek hair had morphed into the physical embodiment of a mess. My lips were swollen. My eyes glassed. I looked like a woman who knew pleasure. My eyes then flickered up a bit and I jumped finding Larry watching me through the reflection. His hands moved over my ass as his eyes rested on mine. There was a primal quality to his eyes. It was enough to make me shiver.

He patted my ass, motioning for me to come up and I acted immediately, arching like he liked. A whisper of breath left him as he watched me spread and I smirked, quirking a brow at him through the mirror.

I groaned as he eased forward, entering me from behind. My body craned forward and his face twisted in pleasure. His twists were wild and his face was flushed. He looked beyond sexy. And knowing he looked this way because of me made me lightheaded.

My eyes slammed shut as he gripped my hair, pistoning forward into my body. “Look at me.” He demanded and I pried my eyes open, whimpering at the sight before me.

I cried out, rocking my hips to the rhythm we’d created. I met his every thrust with a whimper and gripped the sheets when his pace increased. He was fucking me with an intent to kill. Or maybe he was just reminding me who I belonged to but I hadn’t forgotten. It was impossible to.

He angled his body and rolled his hips, threatening to end me. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time. His stare seemed to darken with every thrust. His lips quivered and to stop it he bit them.

“Harder!” I cried, dropping my face into a pillow only to have it yanked up seconds later. “I can’t,” I whimpered. It was impossible for me to maintain my sanity while watching him fuck me. I wasn’t strong enough for that.

“You can’t take it?” He asked slowing down. His thrusts were still hard and powerful. They still jostled my body forward, threatening to push me into the other side of the mirror. “You can’t take what I give you, Gi?”

I nodded wildly. I wasn’t sure if I’d answered yes or no but I nodded. Something flickered in his eyes as he watched me struggle. He loved me undone and he loved knowing that he was responsible for cutting all the thread that held me together.

“I can take it,” I finally managed in a voice that was ragged and breathy.

“Show me,” He smirked, loving this. However, when I pushed myself onto his length, clamping my heat around him, his smirk fell and his lips flew open as a groan thrashed from him. It was my turn to smirk as he gripped my hips, steading himself. Lust and astonishment blazed in his eyes and he bent placing a lingering kiss in the middle of my back.

When he rose up his face was a mask of determination that made my heart race and belly quiver. He reared back before slamming into me. My scream eased into the air as my body creamed. A pair of hooded, lust-filled eyes met mine and he winced as I tightened around him again.

Tugging my hair, he pulled me up and sat back on his haunches. My damp back pressed to his front and I groaned at the contact. His heated breath fanned over my neck and shoulders. I hissed as he moved my hair to the side, licking a trail from my ear to my shoulder.

He began to move, circling his hips under mine as our eyes connected. My hands eased up my front to my breasts as his eased down between my thighs. I pinched and he strummed and together we both moaned as we neared the culmination of pleasure.

Sharp screams and silky moans fell heatedly from my lips as he sped his pace. My pleasure was building to a point where it was unbearable. Every single fiber of my being was throbbing. I was losing myself as my body began to convulse and my core began to quiver.

“Oh my… Larrrrrrrrrrry.” The choked cry pushed past my lips as my body was greeted with unbridled ecstasy. My body exploded and leaked and shuddered. I could feel juices dripping down my thighs as Larry continued to move under me, moaning as my pussy spasmed over him. His fingers dug into my hips but the ache was dulled by the aftershocks of my orgasm. His eyes rolled to a close as he relished in pleasure.

“Look at me.” I demanded breathlessly as he’d done me earlier. His eyes flew open, blazing with fire. His brow ticked and lips curled before he dropped down to my neck, peppering kisses there. His moans muffled into my flesh and his hands moved up to my breasts, squeezing. Larry’s gaze glossed over and darkened as I grinded over his length. I flinched and then moaned when his teeth sunk into my shoulder. His body morphed into steel, marking his release.

He fell backwards with a sigh, pulling me with him. I went easily, relishing in the way his hard frame felt under mine. We laid there for what seemed like forever, under the mask of bliss. At some point I grew eager to see his face and flipped over with his assistance.

His eyes were low and hooded. His twists created a fan under his head and his lips were curled in a satisfied grin. “Gi… I love you.” He rasped.

I smirked, trailing a finger over his chin. “You only say that because you’re very, very happy right now.”

He scoffed. “No, I say that long ago. Way back when you scared of dick.” I flushed.

“Don’t say that,” I chastised, rolling my eyes.

“Is true.”

“But,” I stressed. “This is a beautiful moment. Don’t ruin it being nasty.”

His eyes widened in disbelief as amusement sizzled to life. “Gi, you just cum in my mouth,” I gasped. “How you mean no be nasty?!” His laughter followed and I covered my face. “Why you shy? You gotta get used to me again?”

“No,” My voice was muffled behind my hands.

“I think you do.” An evil smirk was already on his lips. “No worry for that.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” I quizzed as he pulled my hands down from my face. I was instantly greeted with his toothy smile and glowing eyes.

“Come,” He spoke. “Sit on my face. I get you used to me in no time.”

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it’s such a beautiful thing, the way that we be doing our thing, when we be doing it..

AUTHORS NOTE

Audree goes to DallasCon (plot twist) and survives!

I’ve actually felt really overwhelmed about starting this all morning like… to the degree that I’ve ignored it. I have no idea why, but right now as I’m typing my eyes are welling up so… I guess I was trying to keep myself from crying in front of my students during study hall???? Hahahahah.

No, I’m super tired. I slept mayyyyyybe 3 hours Saturday night and obviously not much last night, and now I’m at work. So I’m emotional but also I’m just exhausted and barely holding it together, but I’m happy as I can possibly be, so even just running on fumes is A OKAY WITH ME CONSIDERING! (I keep staring at my photos and smiling like an IDIOT you’d think I was like… in love or something????)

So below the cut is a recap of the con day by day with pictures, keysmashing, and capslock. Prepare your eyes. I think I may do a voice memo recap this week, too, if I get a chance. (Today is a no go for that because I can barely speak, haha.)

SIDENOTE: I asked my dad if he saw my pics on FB and he goes “Yeah who was that big tall movie star?” and I laughed idk it was just really cute. 

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I was going to have a little sleep after a hectic work week, but no, Sherlolly beckoned and it beckoned hard. I wrote it to this awesomely intense jam. Rated T because of cigarettes and profanity. I wanted a darker, more mature twist to their dynamic, hence. x  (Also, outfit picture because Molly is bloody gorgeous in this one and I wanted to visualise it for myself.)

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There she was. 

He could see the glimmer of her nails that were painted a shimmery black as she huddled in her coat, under the miserably grey London drizzle. It was late, far too late to have called her. However, it was New Year’s Eve. Or at least it was New Year’s Eve about four minutes ago. 

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 23: The Wedding Date, pt. 3

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 23: The Wedding Date, pt. 3

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Missed the beginning? ( 1) ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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CS genre: CS fake!dating AU

A/N: Parts 1 and 2 of this fic can be found in chapters 20 and 21 respectively

Emma peered into the brightly-lit oval vanity mirror, turning her head this way and that.  She nodded in satisfaction.  Earlier that morning, she’d gone with Regina and all the rest of the bridesmaids to Rapunzel’s Tower, the premiere hair salon in Misthaven.  

Regina had very strict requirements for her wedding party when it came to their appearance for the ceremony, insisting that her wedding photos would not be ruined by a sloppy updo or clownish makeup.  To ensure her bridesmaids lived up to expectation, she’d insisted they all have their hair styled by Rapunzel herself.  (Seriously, who named their kid Rapunzel?)

Emma had to say, the hair dresser had done a wonderful job.  Her loose bun with artfully curled flowing tendrils was both romantic and sophisticated.  The small tiara woven atop it all was the perfect finishing touch. Combine that with her red, long-sleeved ball gown with the sweetheart neckline and Emma nearly felt like a princess about to attend her first ball.

After the hair appointments, the ladies had headed to the chapel, where a room in the basement had been set up for their particular use.  They’d quickly changed into their own dresses and then helped Regina into her wedding gown.  (Emma secretly thought it was a bit ridiculous that it took four women to get a bride into her dress, but what are you going to do?)

Now they all sat behind their own personal vanities applying make-up. Taking up a brush, Emma swirled it across the delicate pink blush (the color entitled “middlemist rose”), and then absently swiped it across her cheeks.

She wondered idly what Killian was doing.  Would he feel awkward off by himself all morning while Emma and the others primped for Regina’s big day?

Not likely.  He and David were keeping each other company, and they seemed to have become best friends over night.  Emma felt a small twinge of regret as she thought about it.  When this was all over and she and Killian “broke up”….it was going to be more complicated than she thought.  Her brother was going to take the news hard.

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