i will always stand by your side

anonymous asked:

Hey Greg. I had a drunken one night stand and I feel so disgusting and full of regret, it wasn't 'me' at all. I always swore I would only ever have sex with people I was in love with and now I feel like I've cheapened myself in some way. How do I move on from this experience?

You did what you did and you cannot take that back. It happened. You have a wild side, an uninhibited side. Don’t deny that. Don’t deny that part of you in your sober life. Get to know that part of you; it isn’t a bad thing it just is. Get to know it and let it out in your sober life and in activities that are safer than the ones you’ll do because of it in your drunken life. The more you let that part of you out and the more you acknowledge that part of you in your day-to-day life the less it’ll have to assert itself when you’re drunk.

Feel what you feel from this, the shame and the regret come from thinking you should be a certain way. You are split. You think you should be a certain way, but you aren’t. But you are you, you are perfect; no one is. Just be you and don’t deny parts of you that you were taught were bad. Embrace those parts of you and become whole.

Take care,

~greg

cookiethewolf  asked:

Sweetheart. Listen to me. It's all okay. You may be a bit fragile. But we are here to hold you together. Lose one, gain more. We really care about you. I know I say it a million times but it's true. we care. We love you. You have been so sweet to us, so we are here to keep you standing. We will always be by your side. We will not leave you when you're in pain. You are not crap, or stupid, or any of those mean words. You are kind, caring. You are our friend. Our FAMILY! We stick together!

You won’t give up will ya?

Comfort Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary.

“It’s going to be okay.”
“You don’t need someone/something that toxic in your life.”
“Trust me, I’ve been there.”
“You can rise above this.”
“I’m here for you.”
“You deserve better.”
“I can’t stand to see you this upset.”
“Think of it this way: it could have been a lot worse.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“You can rise above this!”
“Do you need a hug? You look like you need a hug.”
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
“It’s not the end of the world, remember that.”
“You don’t need them.”
“I will always be on your side.”
“We don’t have to talk about it, but when you’re ready…I’m here.”
“Do you need to vent?”
“You did the right thing.”
“You’re so much better off without them.”
"Someone like you shouldn’t cry over someone like them.”
“Smile for me, please?”

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literally this entire conversation is like 10 times better when cassandra is being gay

instead of being “butch ~but straight and secretly feminine~ lady is super insecure because she wants a man to love her!!!!” it’s now “honorable woman struggles to balance her duty and her personal life, while also struggling with coming to terms with her sexuality” 

cassandra pentaghast is the lesbian icon we should have had too

Sniffles

One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;)  Loads of love for you- Sar! x 

(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.) 


You heard it before you recognized  it.

It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around  his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications.  You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week. 

Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace.  Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.

At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.

When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown. 

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“We live in adjacent apartments and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room I’m really sorry oh my god you’re naked” AU

“We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people want photos of us in compromising positions and oops now we’re kissing” AU

“We sat next to each other during a really sad film and now we’re sharing tissues silently whilst we cry at the cinema” AU

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“I was on my balcony playing music and you were walking past and stopped to listen because it’s your favourite band too” AU

“We bonded on the train through our mutual exasperation at another spiderman reboot” AU

“I just came out of surgery and I’m convinced you’re my partner but you’re the just the long suffering (and super hot) trainee nurse” AU

Trying to sing all of the parts to Hamilton at the same time
  • Alexander Hamilton: ALEXANDER HAMILalexander hamilton WHEN AMERICA SINGS FOR yoAmerica sings for youuu never back down you never learn to take your TIIIHIIME OHHH
  • My Shot: I AM NOT THROWIN AWAY MY SHmy SHOT shot
  • You The Schuyler Sisters: cause i'LOOK AROUND LOOKcommon sense by THE REVOsome men say thatNEW YORKyou want a revolutionLOOK AROUND revelation
  • Farmer Refuted: CHAIOS AND BLOODSHEDalready haunt A SOLUTION DONT LET THEM LEADand what about boston look at the ASTRAY and you talk about CONGRESS DOES NOT SPEAK FOR ME
  • Helpless: OOOOOOO hey hey I DO I DO I DO I DOOOO HEYYYYY hey hey OOOOOOOO hey hey I DO I DO I DO I DOOOOO
  • Satisfied: A TOAST TO THE GROOMto the groom to the groom to groom TO THE BRIDE to the bride to the briaiaiiadebriaiiaiade FROM YOUR SISTEEEEEEangelicaahaangelicaaaa WHO'S ALWAYS BY YOUR SIIIIIby your side
  • Wait For It: IM NOT STANDING STILL I AM LYING IN WAITwait wait waaiit HAMILTON FACING AND ENDLESS UPHILL CLIIIMclimb climb cliimb HE HAS SOMETHIN TO PROVE HE HAS NOTHING TO LOOSEloose loose loooose
  • The Battle of Yorktown: the world turned upside down down down download n downFREEDOM FOR AMERICA FREEDOM FOR FRANdown down down doGOTTA START A NEW NATION GOTTA MEET MY SOdown down down WE WON WE WON WE WON the world turn upsiiiiiiiiide down!!!
  • Non Stop: I INTEND TO PROVE BEYOND THE SHADOW OF THE DOUBT WITH MY ASSISTANT COUNCIco-council hamilton sit down our client levi weeks is innocent call your first witness in thats all you had to saOKAY ONE MORE THING
  • Cabinet Battle #1: no we need this plan we need blod stroNO YOU NEED TO CONVINCE MORE FOLKSjames madison wont talk to me thats a non starAHHH WINNING WAS EASY YOUNG MAN GOVERNING IS HARDER
  • Take a Break: TAKE A BREAKhey our kid is pretty greRUN AWAY WITH US FOR THE SUMMER LETS GO UPSTeliza i've got so much on my plaWE CAN ALL GO STAY WITH MY FATHER
  • Election of 1800: OOOOOHthe people are asking to hear my voicOOOOOOOH the country is facing a difficult choicOOOH but if you were to ask me who i promoteOOOOOH jefferson has my vote
  • Who lives, Who dies, Who tells your story: the orphanaaaaI ESTABLISHED THE FIRST PRIVATE ORPHANAGE IN NEW YORK CIIITYYYthe orphanageI RAISE HUNDREDS OF CHILDREN I GET TO SEE THEM GROWING UUUUthe orphanageIN THEIR EYES I SEE YOUU ALEXANDER
georgia gothic

you stop by the side of the road to buy fruit at a stand, watermelon and peaches. “watermelon’s in season,” the old woman says, smiles with far too many teeth. watermelon is always in season. you take a bite of a peach, and the juice stains your mouth red.

the kudzu climbs over the trees, the old cars in your neighbor’s front yard, towards your driveway. it crawls over the statues in your garden and up your brick walls. it crawls over your windows until you can no longer see outside, but you’re not even sure you want to.

you visit saint simons. the sand is almost as white as the residents’ faces when you ask about fishing. “don’t go onto the beach at night,” a lifeguard whispers to you, glancing around to make sure nothing is near. you notice there are no crabs, no birds, only the noise of the waves against the shore.

your grandmother keeps putting food out for the neighborhood’s stray cats. you don’t want to tell her the cats haven’t shown up in a long time. the things eating the food are not cats.

it’s football season. you must choose a side. your street is lined with red and black flags, bulldog statues. you start to notice dark shapes roaming the sidewalks when they think you can’t see them. your mother takes down the black and yellow banner, but it’s too late. there are dogs on the street. too many dogs. you chose wrong.

turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile, your gps says. you have passed four peachtrees in the past seven minutes. they all look the same. you are on peachtree. turn left onto peachtree avenue in half a mile.

there is a church just over the hill from your house. they are spaced exactly in one and a half mile increments. you have never dared to ask why.

“bless your heart,” an old woman says to your friend as you leave the restaurant. your friend pales, and you immediately move away from her and say goodbye. you know you will not see her again.

in a diner, a tourist asks for unsweet tea. the waitress screams and backs away. the others join in. you turn away, not wanting to see what happens next. not again.

it is thanksgiving, and the men over 25 in your family are going out to the woods to hunt. they cover themselves in camouflage and take their largest guns, and will not answer when you ask what they are hunting.

it’s spring. the pollen starts to appear. it covers the buildings, the cars, the roads. it has been three days since you could last leave your house. outside, the screaming starts. you do not know if the pollen traps you inside or protects you from the thing out there. you do not want to find out.

you’re on the porch alone, a glass of iced tea next to you. the air is still and heavy, and the mosquitos and gnats buzz. at least, that’s what you tell yourself is making that noise. the wind whispers through the trees. you are not alone. you are never alone.

Noragami  {Sentence Starters} 

  • “You really have pretty eyes.”
  • “If people want to die, let them die.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a free wish.”
  • “You should treat me with awe and wonder!”
  • “You shouldn’t judge people by how they look.”
  • “I’m a coward. But I wanted to stay by your side.”
  • “What sins have you committed? Confess them all!”
  • “The truth is, I was so happy to hear that you needed me.”
  • “For better or worse, people’s emotions are always fickle.”
  • “Be careful. The darkness is always right there next to you.”
  • “I won’t stand for anything that makes people do terrible things!”
  • “Anyone who chooses death doesn’t deserve to talk about love!”
  • “You are human, are you not? You are allowed to make mistakes.”
  • “People don’t always wish for good things. There are evil wishes, too.”
  • “Man, even a god thinks I’m a lost cause. I should’ve stayed dead after all.”
  • “If you’re in a position to save people, you should never even joke like that.”
  • “You won’t even object to crossing boundaries that should never be crossed.”
  • “You asked me if I was ready to carry on. In all honesty, I am not sure of myself.”
  • “Even if things are painful and tough, people should appreciate what it means to be alive. “
  • “Man, kids these days. They think it’s a competition to have the most friends. One is enough. Find someone completely unique.”
Venus signs
  • Aries: I will protect you with my entire self, I will put you first and I will always love you, even after we break up, you will always have someone who has your back, if you hurt me I will burn you, if you hurt me I will wish I hated you but I never will.
  • Taurus: I will smother you in love, I will kiss you morning and night, I will remind you how wonderful you look I will always be there, if you hurt me I will defend myself and close myself off from you and become more cautious about my next relationship.
  • Gemini: I will fight for you, I will defend you and I will stand by your side as your partner in crime, I will talk with you until the wee hours of the night and I will never forget you, but if you hurt me I will pretend you don't exist and I will isolate you entirely.
  • Cancer: I will love you until I die, I will hold you close at night and I will remind you every single day how important you are to me, if you hurt me I will never be able to look at you the same, and I will never forget, even if I forgive.
  • Leo: I will take you out and take you everywhere, I will show you love and I will always want to hold your hand, if you hurt me I will be mean and I will be vengeful I will hurt you just as badly as you hurt me.
  • Virgo: I will show you quiet love, I will give you space and I will want space but I will wrap you in my arms and whisper the sweetest words in your ears I will give you true love, if your hurt me I will stop talking to you and likely never talk to you again.
  • Libra: I will tease you and play with you but I will also fully appreciate you I will give you my heart if you treat me right and I will treat you better then you've ever been, if you hurt me I will hide I will shut down and block you from seeing any deeper into my mind.
  • Scorpio: I will give you the deepest most thoughtful love, I will sweep you off your feet and surprise you with charm and mystery, if you hurt me I will look away and never look back, I will hurt and I will want to reach out but I won't.
  • Sagittarius: I will be at your side I will take you on the wildest adventures and show you beautiful things in life, I will take over your world and keep you excited, if you hurt me I will run, I will push you as far as I can and keep my distance as much as possible, and then I will return and act like nothing happened and all we've ever been is friends.
  • Capricorn: I will love you in a way you have never been loved, I will give you strength and I will cheer you on, I will push you and I will always support you, if you hurt me I will act like you haven't I will act as though it didn't hurt even a bit, and then I will be cruel and cold to you.
  • Aquarius: I will show you joy and laughter, I will take you into the weirdest wackiest most beautiful world, where we go on the funnest dates and I take your hand and look into your eyes and you can see what you mean to me, if you hurt me I will be angry and I will fight back I won't let you push me down.
  • Pisces: I will give you the most enchanting and fairy tale like love you've ever had, you will feel like you are in a storybook, I will rescue you and keep you safe, I will give you romance and never ending love, if you hurt me I will be emotional and unsure of what to do, I will not be able to trust you and I will close myself off from you.
Flashlight

Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.

“Okay.”

“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.

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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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Wolfstar HC

I WOULD DIE FOR THIS SHIP

  • Sirius being hella gay but covering it up by hitting on girls because his family already hates them AND LORD KNOWS THAT HIS MOTHER WOULD BE A RAGIN HOMOPHOBE 
  • Remus being Bi but not telling anyone because he fears they will not view his sexuality as valid. 
  • 5th year at Hogwarts
  • Sirius and Remus going for a walk through the courtyard in between classes.
  • They get confronted by this Ravenclaw boy who is alway pissed that Remus gets better marks than him on the exams. 
  • “Hey, bookworm. Nice scar. Who gave it to you? Your mother? Because I know that if I had a child like you I would whip the living daylights out of him.”
  • Sirius clutching his fists at his side. Breathing heavily through his nose.
  • Because Remus is already ashamed of his scar and he doesn’t deserve anymore hate. And Sirius has never loved anyone more than he loves Remus and he cannot just fucking stand there while someone picks on his boy.
  • Well, not his boy.
  • Remus putting his hand on Sirius’s shoulder as if to comfort him “excuse me, we were taking a walk.”
  • “Oh yeah. With your boyfriend? Did he give you that scar while you were doing the nasty? You freak.” Remus turning bright red and deflating as the word freak settles on his shoulders. 
  • Sirius losing it. 
  • “Watch your tongue you bloody arse.”
  • The Ravenclaw boy laughing, “What are you gonna do about it Black?”
  • “Oh, wouldn’t you love to know?” Sirius jumping on the Ravenclaw boy intent on beating the living shit out of this kid the muggle way.
  • The Ravenclaw pulling his wand and hexing Sirius all the way into the nursery. 
  • Sirius, passed out in a cot, having his wounds tended to as Remus sits in the chair next to him picking at the sleeve of his sweater. 
  • Lily, James, and Peter visit but as soon as Sirius starts to move James ushers everyone out, winking at Remus as he leaves him with Sirius. 
  • Sirius waking up to find Remus standing over him, brushing the hair out of his face.
  • “You are so stupid Black.”
  • Sirius smirking, “I don’t like it when people mess with the people I like.”
  • Remus huffing. “You would have let James fend for himself.”
  • “You aren’t James.”
  • “Just because I’m not ripped doesn’t mean I can’t fend off that Ravenclaw prick.”
  • “That’s not what I meant.” Sirius taking Remus’s hand in his, “I like you a bit more then I like James.” 
  • “Don’t play favorites Sirius.” 
  • Sirius pulling Remus down so that their faces are but inches apart.
  • “I think James will understand.”
  • Sirius closing the space and kissing Remus. They move slowly and Sirius runs his hands through Remus’s hair because lord knows it always looks so soft and Sirius just wants to always be able to touch it. 
  • Sirius and Remus being so distracted that they don’t notice James and Lily walking through the door. 
  • Jumping apart at the sound of James clapping. 
  • “Fucking finally.”

FIN

I am in the season of waiting in all aspects of my life and it’s been so hard. Iv’e been weeping to God and my cries are full of pain. But the amazing thing is while crying to Him, i feel His comfort and I know that He is hurting with me. How terrible it must be to see your daughter crying and hurting. But He’s been telling me to just wait and stand firm on my faith. He is molding me to be like Abraham, a man full of faith, even though there is no reason to hope he kept on hoping because he believed that God will fulfill all His promises.

So even though i’m in pain, I am also at peace because God is on my side. Iv’e been through a lot in life and He has always been there for me. This too shall pass.

Making You Stay

This was very much unplanned but I had to, thanks to all the torture from @hestylesno and @yetanotherharry. I’m still not used to writing smut so I apologize in advance. All constructive criticisms are always welcomed. Here are my other work.

You stand there hands fisting by your side as you watch him duck the hits. Each time making your heart do a flip in anxiety. You hated this. You hated this and even more so the feeling you get when you watch him do this. There was no reason for you to stand here and be tortured but at the same time you didn’t have the heart to walk out on him.

Your eyes follow him as he stalks his opponent planning his next move. Eyes furrowed, lips parted, biceps bulging through his t shirt, he was cut out for this. Thus he easily ditches the next blow thrown aiming right at his jaw. But that didn’t keep you from gasping loudly grabbing their attention. He gives you a quick glance, eyes falling on your hands clutching on your chest and back to meet yours. Your heart is still racing, threatening to explode out of your chest but your hands drop at his reaction, or rather the lack of. He looks at you for another second, the corner of his lips raising and falling, before shaking his head lightly making the sweat drop from his brow drip.

“Jerk” you mutter under your breath turning back to walk away, refusing to be tortured any further. But you don’t reach far when you hear a loud thud followed by a raspy, “Bloody fuck!”

You turn back to see Harry recoil onto him, gloved hands pulled to his chest as his eyes squeeze tightly breathing silent cusses. In a heartbeat you reach up to him, nearly tripping while getting in the ring. His opponent steps back giving you your space and rambling halfhearted explanations about how it isn’t his fault and its Harry taking a shot prematurely, though it all falls to deaf ears.

“Are you fine?” you ask leaning to him. Your hands rub against the sweaty shirt sticking to his back. He nods lightly before letting out a “Yeah” but you are not convinced and pull his wrists up. He opens his mouth to protest but it turns into a whimper as you tug the glove away exposing the red skin of his wrist.

The anger is evident in your eyes as you look up at him. His eyes lower in guilt, biting on the insides of his cheeks. He is embarrassed but that doesn’t keep him from protesting when you pull him to the corner of the ring. “I’m fine, love. ‘Tis jus- Ouch! Easy there. No, tha’s-wait bu’ “

You have to force him to sit as he takes his seat and you kneel down. The emergency box soon handed to you by his opponent before he disappears in the locker room leaving Harry alone to face your wrath.

“‘Tis nothing, swear. Jus’ a bit of a twist there but ‘m fine.” He keeps on rambling between gasps and cries as you don’t bother to go soft on him right now and he notices that.

“Love, are yeh angry? Please, don’t be.” He reaches up to pull a strand of hair back from your face to see the frown on your forehead. “Hey, you cannot blame me. Yeh were the one walking out on me. Would have left me if it weren’t for m’broken hand, yeah?”

He chuckles but you don’t find the humor when your lips are held in a tight line and your eyes are stinging. He shuts seeing your blazing eyes. You return to his hand tying the black elastic for support a bit more tightly than necessary, winning another whimper from him.

“First of all, it’s not broken. So if that was your plan, you failed. Secondly,” you sit back on your heels, hands falling on your knees as you meet his eyes. “wasn’t leaving you, you know that. But you cannot expect me to stand here watching you hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t-“

“Don’t tell me you were that stupid to take that blow intentionally. In fact, this whole thing is stupid. You just have to drag me here to watch you take hits upon hits and jus- “

You are cut off by his lips as he pulls you with his working hand. You try to push him but couldn’t when he is begging you with his lips smacking against yours and tongue swiping on it. You give up pulling him closer with his wet shirt and he obliges moaning in your mouth.

“You know I need yeh here.” He says through heavy breathing when he pulls away, eyes finding yours.

It breaks your heart a little to see him like this, all vulnerable and begging. When you both know that your relation has gone way beyond casual fuck but neither of you can bring yourself to say that out loud, not with the circumstance he is in.

You cannot bring yourself to answer that so you opt to press your lips against his avoiding his eyes. And he too picks on it as his hands squeeze around your waist pulling you closer. The kiss intenses as your tongues battle and your one leg swings over his to straddle him, feeling him harden right underneath you. But your senses recover for a second when you pull away and look around investigating your surrounding for any prying eyes.

“Harry, not here.” You moan as his teeth graze over your neck exposed to him and he hums in agreement pulling you up with one hand. It is a struggle when you are clinging on him, pepper kissing your way from his jaw to his chest and he has only one functioning hand to balance you both, nearly falling off the ring when tackling with the ropes and knocking into a punching bag while pawing at each other.

At last you find yourself in the haven of the musty locker room, which has now been thankfully abandoned by any other users allowing him to back you into a locker, your head hitting the locker door with a bang. His bandaged hand comes instinctively to cup head for an ineffective massage along with his muffled apologies as his mouth is still press on the crook of your neck, sucking hard determined to leave a mark later. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you into him as he pokes in your stomach.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, halfheartedly pushing him to straighten your back.

“Yeah, pet?” he asks pulling back though his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. The cool stale air of the room hits you through your now wet shirt soaked in his sweat and you shiver a bit forming the words in your head.

“Your hand.” You manage to say reaching for the wrapped hand from behind your head.

“S’fine, s’fine.” He says shaking his head pulling his hand out of yours. But you glare at him and he has to smile at your stubbornness.

He leans in to give a peck on your lips but lingers a bit longer letting his hand trace your curves and squeezing at the pudge of your hip before abruptly backing off requesting a breathy “Turn ‘round f’me, love, will yeh?”

And you do turn around but not before giving him a sharp look to see his blown off eyes and disheveled hair, puffing through his parted swollen lips and you know you would have obliged anyway. Your hands press against the locker as he kneads and squeezes your bum. A hand snaking in the front palming your sex earning a groan from you.

“Want me, pet?” He knows he is pushing his luck but you are too gone to say anything and just nod allowing him to reach for the button of your jeans. He struggles a bit, having to unbutton from a different angle at last making you come to his aid clucking at him in frustration.

“Shit!” he mutters kneading on your bare cheeks as your jeans pool around your feet along with your panties.

You can feel his hot breath fanning on your equally heated skin making you feel woozy. His fingers rim around your entrance before sliding in your folds. “Wet, are yeh? Wet f’me.” His smirk resonating in his voice.

You buck on his fingers but he removes them moving back.

“You got any rubber on yeh?” he is unsure of the question but sighs in relief when you nod. You make a futile effort to bend to get your jeans but your mind is hazy and your hands numb. Thankfully he is faster and more sober than you to get the foil from your back pocket and in a blink his boxing shorts joins your jeans on the floor.

You resume your position on weak knees when he sighs again. “Yeh ready, pet?”

You nod but he is too impatient as you feel him push in you at your first bob. He is big and you are tight, but it is a snug fit and you relax around him at last exulting in the feeling of being filled up.

There is a momentary pause for you to adjust to him before you nod against his shoulder and he impels making you both moan with each thrust. His parted lips are pressed on your sweaty temple as your head tilt back on his shoulder with your mouth stretching in a silent cry.

His working hand press beside yours against the locker supporting as a leverage while you pull on the other over you stomach, holding it right above the bandage to keep yourself from falling. You desperately try to be mindful of it but often miss your grip running over the bandage making his teeth nick at your skin.

“You’re so good t’me, love. Gonna stay, won’t yeh?”he says into your skin between moans and expletives.

You cannot believe he is doing this now, you want to fight him off and tell on him but right now you’re on your edge and he feels so good that you can only moan his name.

“Didn’t I tell yeh, I-I’m fine. Doin’ so good for you, yeah?”

A groan escapes your lips when his fingers add to pleasure you, rubbing on your aching button. You are zoning out, your ears buzzing. Your head rolls on his shoulders at the building up feeling and you can feel him approach his high as well when he gives a throaty groan in your ear getting sloppier with each thrust.

“Need yeh here. Need yeh with me. Need… I need…” his words dissolves in your bliss as you tremble with your orgasm. His hurt hand tightening over you to keep you from falling off. Soon his teeth grit beside your ears with the intensity of his high and you mewl at the feeling of him cumming inside you, though through a barrier.

After he is spent and you gain your senses, you both stay like that, close, clinging on to each other as a support, covered in sticky sweat drenched clothes, panting and you know you won’t ever be able to actually walk out on him.

“Did yeh good, didn’t I? Got something good out of breaking m’hand.”

You fall forward, your flushed cheek pressed to the cool locker, letting go of his hurt hand.

“Not broken.” You say between pants and though you can’t see his face you know he has that smug grin when he pats on your bum before walking past you.

You look at him pulling on his shorts as he throws the used condom in the bin, your mind going back to what he was ranting about when he was inside you. You have to screw your eyes shut recalling his desperate voice and pleading, hoping that it was only the pleasure talking. And yet feeling torn between your feelings and reasons.

“Take a shower.” You say to him after clearing your mind to contemplate on it later as he sits on the bench to ease his breathing. He looks up at you as you pull on your jeans.

“You’re leaving?” he enquires with an underlying panic.

You head to the door but look over your shoulder to find him still looking at you with tensed eyes and you have to smile at this 6 feet tall baby in front of you.

“I will for sure if you don’t drag your sweaty ass in the shower.”

And though you don’t wait to see his reaction you know he is giving that dimply smile that will always make you stay.

Whenever you need me, I promise I will be there. I promise to love you unconditionally even on your darkest of days. I promise to stand by your side and support you with your choices. I promise I will be your shoulder to cry on and I promise to be here with open arms when you need someone to hold you. I promise to tell you the truth always, even when it might not be what you want to hear. I promise I will stay forever loyal to you, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I am not the person who is going to break your heart, I’m going to fix it.
—  I promise
You always praised me for how much effort I put into us, how lucky you were to have me by your side, but I’ve just been selfish. Everything that I did for you, I did it because I couldn’t stand being without you.
—  giulswrites

anonymous asked:

Could you do a headcanon where your dating Cassian but your shy and nervous person?

(Oh my god I feel like I haven’t written about Cassian in ages mY LOVE)

Dating Cassian as a shy and nervous person:

  • Him being super protective and caring, always checking in on you to make sure you’re doing ok.
  • Never leaving your side if you ever have to go to a meeting with lots of people.
  • Giving you a thumbs up or squeezing your hand whenever you have to give a presentation at a meeting.
  • Standing up for you all the time.
  • Him giving you lots of little kisses on your cheeks or forehead, and thinking it’s cute when he sees you blush.
  • You always getting super anxious when he has to leave on a mission.
  • Long hugs before and after he comes back to base.
  • Him always sending K-2 with you when you have to go somewhere and he can’t accompany you.
  • Always having his arm around your shoulders to make you feel more comfortable. 
  • Hugging you from behind and rocking back and forth.
  • Lots of hand holding !!
  • Him being the only one who can hear you, because you usually talk really quietly.
  • You always borrowing his jackets and shirts because they make you comfortable.
  • And him thinking you look adorable.
  • “Did you take my jacket?” “…yes?” “Nice.” 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!