The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love. Word Count: 2,227 Warnings: Potty mouth Dean. Potty Mouth Reader.
I’m so addicted to all the things you do When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… From Addicted by Saving Abel
You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo. The both of you had agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt. You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them. Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.
The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them. You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear. The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.
It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night. The walk of shame at six in the morning. You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend. You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time? Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.
Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard. Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed. The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.
“You bastard! A sick baby and wife at home! And this is where I find you! Cuddled up with some floozy?” You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.
“Wife? This is your wife?” The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people. She held up her hands as she did.
“What? No. I’m not married. She’s just my good friend.” Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.
“Really? REALLY?! Ten years of marriage and a baby!! And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.
The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons. Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you. You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.
“God Damn it, Y/N! That was a sure thing!” He barked as his scowl deepen. Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him. You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.
“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!” You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again. Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot. You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words. His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.
“Yeah. I’m sorry sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking.” He sighed.
“Oh you were thinking alright…. Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone. You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward. You chuckled when his head snapped back up. He made a face and reached up to rub his neck. It looked like he wanted to make a come back but nothing was coming out.
“Yeah… Whatever…” He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again. Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment. You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.
“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He muttered as he started back towards the bar. You followed behind him giggling louder this time.
Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender. You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer. He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips. As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.
“You know… You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.” He said in a low grumble. His hand reaching over to touch your thigh. Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.
You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe. Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back. His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken. Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.
“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.” You said in hoarse voice. Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.
“What? Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him. This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.
“Oh shut up, Winchester. If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.” You grunted into your beer. Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.
“I’m being serious, Y/N. I’ve always thought that you were pretty. Why not give it a try? Ummmm. I’ll make it worth your while.” He said with a sincere look in his eyes.
You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head. You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.
You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty. You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach. You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much. Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous. There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.
One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters. You liked them and most of all you trusted them. A rarity for you. Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin. What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?
“Yeah… No thanks. Dean. I’m good.” You mumbled into your beer. Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you. Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.
“Haven’t you even thought of me before? I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.” He whispered hotly against your ear. You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue. This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going. You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way. Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.
Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh. He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan. Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him. A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs. Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way. That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself. You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool. Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.
“Suddenly so shy? What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?” He mused as he stood up and moved towards you. You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar. Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.
The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced. Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him. You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh. You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.
“Deeannnn…..” You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated. You shifted and squirmed underneath him. The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses. Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.
“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice. You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you. There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you. Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face. You were going to kill him.
You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands. He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside. His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away. There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby. You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car. Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you. You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment. He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.
“I’M A VIRGIN!” You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something. It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.
“What did you say?…” You asked shyly.
Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you. The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot. You were mortified, turned on, and confused.
“I said, God damn. Just god damn.” He said with groan. His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them. You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.
“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some…. I… uhhh.. You’re making me nervous.” Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest. His very firm chest.
Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you. You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you. You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.
Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel. Or at least for you it was. Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way. Finally, after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.
“What?” You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.
“Nothing…. It’s just I was wondering…. How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?” He said with a another chuckle. Your stare darken immediately. Was the asshole making fun of you? You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.
“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester. Or in your case a manwhore.” You jeered at him.
“Ouch… That one hurt.” He said with feigned hurt in his voice. “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is… How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?” He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.
“Hoho, Flattery eh? Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.” You said with a snort.
“Almost worked earlier.” He quipped. You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.
“Shut up. It did not.” You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. You frown and huffed at him. He was chuckling again before you could blink.
“See, it’s that shit right there. How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?” He asked with a shake of his head. “What a waste…”
His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen. Was he ogling you? Your eyebrow twitched a bit.
“I just never found a guy that I liked. At least not enough to go there….” You murmured lowly.
“Do you like me enough?” He asked in a husky whisper. His voice was even lower than it was naturally. A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.
The man was trying to kill you.
AN: So this is a smut series. Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;) Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon. Please forgive me for starting yet another story. LOL. Happy friday y’all!
Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle
Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,
Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?
Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”
OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?
Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about.
Summary: Lance gets in a car accident while on his way to help Keith, whose car broke down. The summary on part one is slightly less vague but I’m lazy okay sue me.
Lance blinked wearily, as his vision slowly focused on what appeared
to be a white ceiling above him. The bright, florescent lighting hurt
to look at, so he turned his head to the side, once again squeezing
his eyes shut. When he opened them, the sight before him made no
He was lying in a bed, in a room he didn’t recognize. Slumped in the
chair beside him was a clearly asleep Keith Kogane. Lance belatedly
realized that Keith was tightly holding onto his hand, and he
couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment, even if the main emotion he
felt was still confusion.
REQUEST: Bucky with number’s 85. What’s wrong with me missing you?, 95. Tell me you need me., and 110. I’m sorry if I don’t want you to die!
Summary:In her eyes Bucky’s moved on, and she slowly is too, but when a mission goes haywire, he realizes just how much he misses her.
Warnings: pure angst, swearing, brief violence. (you’re going to hate me, yikes) I strongly suggest that you listen to Another Sad Love Song by Khalid, it’s loosely based on the song as well. Also, please read the comment and you’ll understand why I ended it the way I did. Hope y’all understand xx
Word Count: 2.8k+
It wasn’t suppose to go down this way. The breakup was amicable. It wasn’t worth the angry tears and screaming matches in the middle of the night whenever Bucky came home late. She missed the old Bucky. The Bucky that would come home every day and shower her with love and affection, but then he disappeared. The good morning kisses halted and tight goodbye hugs became loose. She tried talking to him about it, but he just brushed it off and went to bed.
Sanada Nobuyuki/MC Fic Rated Teen for suggestive themes, mild food play and general yandere-ness. A oneshot of a character study of the latent yandere that is Sanada Nobuyuki.
I love Nobuyuki’s first ES. The drinking bit was problematic, to say the least but for me, it was mitigated because the way his MC is written. I love her, she impresses me and therefore, you can say that this little fic here is mostly focusing on her and the dynamics between her and the manipulative lord she ended up marrying. I’m mixing up some elements from Shigezane/Nobuyuki’s ES. This will be dialogue heavy. Oh, and Nobuyuki is an unrepentant manipulative bastard here, hahaha.
“I remember… it was just like this… that night,” she mumbled, pressing her face to his chest. “But I remember nothing else.”
Of course, she would not.
Their kiss then had started tentatively, with him taking advantage of catching a drop of amazake spilling out the corner of her mouth. Their kiss then was sweet with alcohol instead of fresh fruit.
Their kiss then had ended chastely with her falling asleep.
But he had made it appear like so much more. He had made it into a leverage to blackmail her into becoming his bride. He had claimed to have planted his seed in her. Then he had claimed her hand and her mother’s blessing.
“I took advantage of you.” I truly did.
“We’re drunk…” she mumbled into his chest.
“Yes, we were.” No, you were. I made you.
“Maybe, I took advantage of you…”
He chuckled. Because she had not.
“It’s true, isn’t it?” she looked at him, her eyes began to glaze with tears. “That’s what they’ve been saying.”
His smile vanished. “Who told you that?”
She buried her face on his chest, refusing to say.
He enveloped her in his arms, and gently rocked her, soothing her.
“You shouldn’t listen to the servant’s idle chatter.” He would find these gossip-mongers and have them flogged and exiled.
“But.. But, Milord. Don’t you see? I could very well have done that. I could not remember a thing!” she sobbed. “A-and of course they would think of me so…I am a commoner weaseling my way to your bed and here I am named as your would-be wife like it was nothing! You don’t even know if I have your child inside of me.”
No. He did know. She could not have had his child inside her belly. Because he had never planted his seed in her.
Hey there! I was the one who requested the marner hatred imagine and u did an awesome job with it! Can I request an imagine where the reader and Auston Matthews have been bffs since forever but have always secretly had a crush on one another? Maybe the Auston sees one of the guys hitting on her at a party or somethin and gets really upset so being the awesome BFF she is she asks him what’s good and Auston just blurts out that he’s been in love with her basically forever and then her reaction :) “
A/N: Ahh I’m really glad that you enjoyed the first imagine enough to request again!
Also! Fun Fact: I’m really behind on requests. I have like 23 just sitting in my inbox right now. I’m getting to them, babes, I promise!
Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-smut (Warning: Read at your own RISK.) Pairing: Jungkook/You Length: 4607words Summary: Jungkook wants to know what is your kink and he’s not backing up until you tell him.
DON’T FORGET TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS IN THE COMMENTS/REQUEST BOX~
Jungkook was soundly asleep like a child in
the embrace of his mother with all of these fluffy white blankets wrapped
around his toned body. This night and all the other ones have been keeping him
restless with never ending requests and paper work to fill up. Coming back 3 AM
or at dawn, Jungkook always got back at home around these unhealthy hours of
the day. Slipping right next to you at night when he thought you wouldn’t
notice his presence, yet you always did and you felt pained every time he
sighed of tiredness. He wasn’t the type to openly complain about how hard it
was becoming at some point. He might have been the hardworking type but looking
at his dark circles, the way he gave you that tired smile, how he’d always
ruffle your hair and tell everything was okay. You only felt like crying. Were
you the one who made him like this? Was that tired sight of jungkook a result
of marrying you? He could have been living dream of his life, up there on that
stage yet he gave it up for his undying love towards you.
You rub your eyes before staring at the man
right next you. His beautiful eyelashes shadowing his cheeks and the way his
pink lips parted majestically to let out those cute whimpers and breaths. You
may haven’t been able to see him much for a little while now but you still feel
“Jungkook…” you poke his arm
“T-Two…more…minutes…” He mumbles while
pulling the blankets closer to his body
“Kookie-ah…” you pout at the sight of his
pitiful sight “Are you that drained?” you sigh before brushing your fingers
“I love you” he mumbles
Your face soften up at those words.He may
have been drained and tired with eye bags slowly reaching down his cheeks yet
he’d still mention these three words. Did he loved you that much? Were you that
worthy to be his? Were you worthy to be with a hardworking man like him? You
couldn’t give him anything yet he was still there sleeping next to you. The
only thought of it made harbor that pained expression on your face.
“Don’t be sad…” He mumbles once again
without opening his eyes
He felt you would be pained like this. It’s
not like he needed to open his eyes to know that you were hurting. He was your
other half and he could feel you.
“I’m n-n-not!” you wipe that tear on the
crease of your eyes
“I’ll always be by your side, so you
shouldn’t cry” he makes himself more comfortable with his blankets before
peeking out his hand out of the giant wrapping of blankets around his body
He holds out his larger hand to hold out
his pinky and wrapping it around your own pinky.
“We promised to stay forever that day on
the aisle and I’m never letting you go” he slowly opens his eyes to stare at
you with the look of true love ( A/N: KILL ME I DID NOT JUST WRITE THIS
You looked at him for a few seconds before
that pained expression on your face turned a little more joyful as you stared
back onto his eyes. The man closes his eyes to drift back to sleep and you
smile. It wasn’t long before you analyzed him from head to toe. Jungkook may
have been unaware of it, but he managed to make you smile even if he didn’t
try. The way he looked like some sort of gigantic worm who appropriated all the
blankets to itself almost made you laugh out loud. He looked so cuddly and
fluffy like a gigantic neck pillow. You clamp a hand around your mouth because
this sight of him is too cute and you can’t resist but giggle. You take out
your phone and snap a few pictures.
“My giant little worm” you chuckled at yourself
before you tap his cute nose
“Are you having that much fun?” his tired
face stretches slightly into a smile as he keeps his eyes closed
“Yeah, you’re super cute” you give him a
thumbs up before snapping more pictures “AND SO SQUISHY!!!!!” you poke the
Jungkook wraps the blankets around his body
tighter with a little grunt due to tiredness. He clenches his eyes shut tightly
to keep on sleeping without getting disturbed. This action only made him look
more like a little worm. You chuckled at this sight
“What’s so funny” he opens up his eyes to
stare at you with a little resentful look
“You’re just so….” You struggle to keep
“Stop laughing at me” he pouts before
wrapping the blankets tighter around himself “I’m not talking to you anymore”
“Hey” you push him and his blankets with a
smug look on your face “Why so serious?”
Your sudden little strength makes Jungkook
rolls to the side of the bed. If it wasn’t for the last strength he had left in
his body he would have fell on the floor.
“Why are you pushing me?” He turns around
to give you that look of disbelief “Are you picking a fight? “His eyes shot
“Yeah” you nod cutely
“Yeah??????” he tilts his head “Why fight
first thing in the morning?” he makes that meme face before crouching his
shoulders “Can’t we just cuddle or do something that requires less body
strength” he kicks the blankets as he sits next to you “ And STOP LOOKING AT ME
WITH THOSE EYES”
“What?” you blink
“Don’t feign innocence!” he pokes you “You
obviously want something out of this!” he scoffs
“Am I being that obvious?” you hide your
face in your hands
“Look at you being all shy” his eyes
rounded “Was I scammed while getting into this?” he tilts his head while
“I’m not a scammer” you roll your eyes “You
fell for the trap” you smirked “You got yourself into this, Jeon Jungkook” you
whisper in his ear
“This girl” he shakes his head while
chuckling “The marriage terms were that we’d stay together for the better to the
“I’m sure I can win against you” you cross
your arms around your chest
“I’d like to believe that you’re a scam
Y/N, but you’re way too innocent for this” he pulls on your cheek
“So what??! I still managed to GET YOU IN
THE END” you stick out your tongue
“ Oh so you were that eager to get me in
the end?” he tilts his head playfully “Seems like you were quite smitten over
me” he pulls on the side of his collar in a sexy motion “ I mean….who wouldn’t
?” he gives you that seductive gaze before bursting into laughter
You blush a few shades before you scoff at
his sudden behavior.
“Look at you going?” you scoff “you SEDUCED
ME!” you cupped your cheeks in embarrassment
“Let me dig through this and figure out why
you’re acting up this morning” he shifts closer before staring at you from head
His large eyes looked at you innocently at
first. Analyzing that messy hair and that bare face before he broke into a
smile. It wasn’t long before his eyes travelled to the way that strap from your
camisole fell on the side of your shoulder. He gulped before suppressing a low
grunt that left his sinful lips at your delicious sight. His eyes travelled
lower eyeing the way you were wearing only one of your favorite fuzzy socks,
god only knows where the other was. Jungkook stares at you while being completely
perplexed by this before voicing out his inner thought about what’s going on.
He was feeling stuck in between lust and adoration.
you woke me up to fight me?” he gives you that meme face
“No” you shake your head to the sides and
that strap only fells lower from your shoulder
“You want a kiss this early in the
morning?” He raises his brow before suddenly pulling your waist closer to
collide against his sturdy body
“No it’s not that” you press your face on
his shoulder to hide yourself
“What is it then?” he licks his bottom lip
while trying to look at the ceiling and avoid any form of eye contact with your
You try figuring out an excuse to give him
because you don’t want to sound too cheesy by telling him how much you yearned
and missed him for the past few weeks. It was never your style to try surrender
to jungkook and admitting things like these.
“I like picking on you” you stare up at him
His reaction was different than what you
“You like bullying me?” he blinks at you
before that smirk reached his lips soon enough “Is that the birth of a new kink
that I’m seeing?” he tilts his head playfully
“N-NO WAY!!!” you cover your face in shame
at the word kink
“Finally! AFTER MONTHS OF MARRIAGE I
FINALLY FIGURED OUT SOMETHING YOU WANT” he brings his fist up in a celebratory
“Hey!!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING” panic shots
through you as you punch his arm “Stop saying nonsense!!!!?Who said I want
this???!!” you turn a few shades of red
“Oh MY god….” He stops to stare at you
“Babe….” He gasps while staring at the arm you just punched
“I’m so tired,” Tom mumbled into your shoulder. You gave no response other than lifting one of the hands that was placed on your book and moving it to run through his hair. “Would it be rude if we just left right now?” You looked up from your book and looked at Tom.
“Ruder than me bringing a book to the party? They probably won’t even notice.” You and Tom laughed silently, subtly beginning to gather your things and thinking of excuses in case the host asked why you two were leaving so early. Tom had just gotten in from attending D23 and co-star invited you both to a celebratory beach day – in honor of completing the first part of the new Avenger’s movie. Tom accepted the invite out of respect but regretted it once he realized how tired he was from staying up all night, telling you everything that happened and everyone he had seen. “You want me to drive?” You glanced at Tom’s tired figure leaning against the car. He was about to protest when a long yawn escaped him, so he nodded instead, handing you the keys.
“You can nap on our way, baby,” he shook his head, but leaned his head against the seat anyway, closing his eyes. ‘I’m just resting them’, he mumbled. There was light traffic, considering it was only Sunday, and most people enjoyed staying in to prepare themselves for the week. You reached your home in the span of thirty minutes and lightly shook Tom awake. “Tom, we’re home,” you reached behind you in the backseat to retrieve where Tom had left his sandals. When you came back up to the front, Tom was rubbing at his eyes and thanking you for the sandals, slipping them on as he sluggishly made his way to the front door.
Once inside you both dropped everything by the entrance and headed to the bedroom. Tom went into the bathroom while you stayed in the bedroom changing into just a shirt. You hadn’t gone into the ocean like Tom had, so you could hold your shower for after your nap. You sat in your bed, finishing the last couple of pages of the chapter you were on in your book. You put the book down when Tom stepped out of the restroom, his hair damp and just a pair of basketball shorts hanging off his hips. He dropped his dirty laundry into the basket outside the restroom door and threw himself on the bed, turning off the desk light next to him.
“C’mere,” you cuddled into Tom’s side while laying your head on his chest. You felt his lips on your forehead, mumbling a quiet, ‘love you’. It was quiet and calm, until Tom decided he wasn’t close enough to you. He tried to tangle your legs together but sat up in alert when you yelled out in surprise. “What’s wrong?” You felt bad for startling him, so you shook your head.
“Nothing, sorry. I thought I felt something on my arm.” He looked at you questioningly but shrugged it off, beckoning you closer. He again tried to tangle your legs together but you kicked him away.
“What the hell, babe?” You laughed at his annoyed tone.
“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” Tom looked at you with a dumbfounded look, shaking his head. He got up, picked up some socks from his drawer and put them on before getting back into bed. He pulled you closer, this time successfully tangling every limb of both of yours together.
Authors Note: Sorry this has taken so long, hit a rough patch and don’t know where to lead with the story. My previous ideas seem to come across as too dramatic. I am also sorry this has a lot of dialogue, but it needs to be there. Oh well.
Warning: Mild Smut included.
Last night was one of those glorious nights where we failed to keep our hands off of each other, I guess we could designate it ’celebratory sex’. If there wasn’t such thing, there definitely is now.
I leisurely wake up, my eyes opening to reveal my soon to be husband staring out the window, a pair of sweatpants hanging loosely over him. He turns around and he provides me with a modest smile,
“Hey, you finally woke up.” He grins, staying by the window as I move my legs within the silky sheets, the silkiness of the sheets brushing against my skin in a satisfying manner.
I nod, “Mhm, and you’re not beside me.” I arc my lips into a pout before he shuffles over to the bed to lean down and kiss me sweetly,
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” He murmurs against my lips, “Our weekend get-away sadly has to end.” He declares, only causing me to sigh.
Three days alone with him is not enough for me.
“I’m not ready to leave,” I inform him, moving the white sheet to expose a little bit more of my skin, trying to grasp his attention entirely,
“I know, but my business does not need to burn to the ground, at least not yet.”
“It’ll be okay for a few more hours.” I tug on his arm, “You really want to turn down your soon to be wife who is currently only covered by a very, very transparent sheet?” I smirk, watching as he bites down on his lip, perhaps debating on what he wants more at this moment.
He leans down and kisses me deeply, before pulling his greedy mouth away from mine.
“I got you coffee and breakfast, we should hit the road.” He sighs, trying to avoid eye contact with me.
“Ouch, turning down your fiancée”
“I’m not— fuck it.” He lowers himself closer to me, taking possession of my mouth, intensely kissing me, his hand moving the sheet away from my body, his hands gliding up the softness of my skin, sending sweet shivers down my spine.
He drags his mouth away from mine with a heavy groan when the sound of his phone ringing disrupts us, “ignore it.” I mumble, pulling him back in for a sloppy kiss as the ringtone continues to echo. The room grows silent and all that is heard is the sound of our breathing. We are distracted again by his phone.
“I need to get it.” He mumbles against my lips, leaving a few quick kisses before he leans over to the side to reach his phone. “It’s not mine.” He sighs, picking up my phone and looking at the caller ID. “It’s your fucking phone.” He hisses, placing the phone beside me before promptly removing himself from my body. I pick up my phone and sigh, Logan Meyer.
“Harry, come back.” I softly command as he wanders away from the bed, completely disregarding what we were commencing.
“Answer the fucking twat.” He shakes his head as he reaches for his blue sweater he left out from the travel bag.
The scene was picture perfect. Bright smiles, twinkling eyes, the fairy lights hung around the outside of the cafe illuminating the dark night. Every time I looked at the picture, I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My friends, all sitting around this horrible metal table. Arms loosely wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed together, peace signs, a typical picture of a bunch of goony young adults.
The rose gold frame sat on my desk, catching my eye every time I typed away on my laptop, or watched Netflix, or worked on a new project Google handed to me. I’d look at it for a few moments, it was never just a glance. It probably took a good chunk of my day actually. I’d stare at it, eyes flickering to every little detail. The whiteness of Neha’s teeth, Lyle’s glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, one of Billy’s eyes was half closed, my hair was messy, spilling over my shoulders from under Stuart’s beanie. My gaze would linger there, and if I was feeling peculiarly nostalgic or depressed, I’d gently caress the glass protecting the photo with my fingers, then go back to my work like nothing had happened. Oh the vicious cycle of depression.
Today was the day where I got up early, ready for whatever my job would bring me. Some days were harder than others, but never usually too difficult. Though every night I walked back into my apartment with heavy feet. But that had nothing to do with the difficulty of work. No that was just plain anxiety and stress.
See, it used to be incredible. Working on the greatest team of delinquents, that had quickly become my closest friends. Winning the intern competition last year was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, that I’d remember forever. Us dorks felt like we were on top of the world. We’d even gone out for celebratory pizza afterwards. That’s when things started happening. That’s when I grew closer to Stuart Twombly.
The irritating and sarcastic boy that couldn’t handle being away from his phone, had seemed to transform into a completely new person in a matter of forty five minutes. I hadn’t spoken much with him, in fact we’d never even been alone together or held a solid conversation without the rest of the team being there. So when he’d sat in the same booth with me, I was slightly confused. Neha had quickly slid in across from me, which I silently thanked her for, seeing she was the closest person I had on the team. Lyle was on the other side of Stuart, fitting three of us into one booth (which left absolutely no space between our legs) and Billy and Nick and Yo-Yo were squashed in with Neha.
The night was fun though, we’d ordered many pizzas, and stayed until closing. We joked around, made fun of Gharam, and his relentless act towards asking me out.
“I mean, how many times did he try?” Nick snickered. I blushed and looked down at my lap.
“Seriously, the creep should’ve left you alone after the sixtieth decline” Lyle said, an awkward laugh following. “How about a date with a real man?” My eyes widened slightly as I tried to see of he was being serious or not. I couldn’t really tell.
“Come on man, Gharam just started leaving her alone give her the space to breathe” Stuart spoke before I could say anything at all. I looked up at him for a moment, just as everyone began laughing again. But he somewhat ignored my glance, pretending to be interested in whatever Billy was saying. When I realized he wasn’t going to look back at me, I turned away and picked at my meal.
We’d stayed for another few hours that night, until a waitress came over and told us that she couldn’t let us stay any longer.
Her eyes were bored, dull as she looked over our table. I’d figured we’d annoyed her. We weren’t exactly a quiet group. But they landed on Stuart, to which she’d grinned mischievously, and her blue eyes lit up with what I could only describe as desire. Though the look didn’t bother me, it did confuse me greatly.
“Alright, we’ll be on our way” Nick had said, and everyone began sliding out of the booths. Stuart stood, and our waitress opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away from her, smiling softly towards me as I scooted out of the seat. Stuart held his hand down to me, and it landed on the small of my back as I stood. It stayed there as I walked with him to the front door of the restaurant.
Again, confusing me greatly.
But as soon as we were out of the view I looked wildly up to him, my eyes wide and brows furrowed with confusion and question. But he shook his head, just barely, but enough for me to close my mouth before any questions could be asked. The others had caught up to where we were waiting and we all left.
We walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge, as we’d done a few times before to go relax. I’d been there countless times, (I lived in San Francisco) but every time I went it was still just as breathtaking. The group of us laid down in the grass, enjoying the view of the night sky.
“Does anyone know any constellations?” Yo-Yo asked, a few feet away from me.
“Yeah I do” I said, already searching the sky for familiar ones. “There’s Orion” I said, pointing up to where I recognized his belt. “That’s Delphinus, Taurus, Pavo” I looked for more, licking my lips as I tried to remember them all. “I think.. Yeah thats Scorpius, and that’s-”
“How do you remember these all?” Stuart asked from right next to me. I turned my head, meeting his whiskey brown eyes. I blinked for a moment, then chewed on my lip.
“I uh… I minored in astrology for two years” I murmured. I didn’t mean to be quiet, my voice just sorta failed me. Stuart smiled at me, eyes flickering between mine and making my breathing shallow before he looked back up at the stars. I continued to stare at him for a moment, how freckles scattered over his jaw, and long strands of chocolate brown hair poked out from under his beanie, slightly over his ear. When I felt I’d stared for too long, I blushed and quickly looked away.
I think I was growing very fond of this Twombly boy.
When it became so late, the sun began to poke up, I was nudged. Apparently that night I’d fallen asleep in the grass.
My eyes fluttered open to see Stuart and Neha hovering over me. I waved them off and closed my eyes again, turning on my side.
“Come on y/n” Stuart sighed, and a few seconds later I felt strong arms pull me up. I yelped, jolting and opening my eyes quickly, only to hear his chuckle. “You’re fine, just go to sleep” Again, I’d found myself confusedly staring at him. But he didn’t see. He was talking quietly with Billy and Nick. This time I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, I was being shook gently. I yawned, eyes landing on Stuart.
“Wha-where am I-”
“Calm own would you? Don’t you trust me?” I thought for a moment, opening and closing my lips. That was when I registered I was sitting in a taxi cab, and my head had been laying on his shoulder, cushioned by his beanie. Which still sat there.
“S-sorry did I fall asleep o-on you?” He chuckled and shrugged.
“Your fine. This is your complex right?” He asked, pointing up at the building lot we just pulled into. I nodded. “Good, that’s what Neha told me” He said. I straightened up, cracking my back as the driver parked. Stuart opened the door, stepping out and holding his hand out to me. My eyes locked on his for a long moment, before slipping my palm into his and letting him help me out of the car.
In fact, he’d walked me inside, and into the elevator to the third floor, down the hall to my room as I’d directed. I stuffed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key and unlocking the door. When I stepped inside, I realized our hands were still conjoined.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, not wanting to let go for an unknown reason.
“U-uhm sure” Stuart nodded, and I gestured my head for him to come inside. I released his hand, kicking off my shoes and padding my bare feet into the kitchen, and searching in the fridge for a beer. “I-I’ve never been here before” Stuart spoke, looking around. It was a pretty open apartment, the kitchen and living room practically conjoined. Only two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and one to my bedroom.
“No one has, really” I said, plopping two glasses onto the countertop, then searching for a bottle opener.
“Seriously?” Stuart walked over to me, standing on the other side of the counter. I nodded, going through drawers until I finally found it. I easily popped off the caps of the two glasses, and slid one over to him. He took it happily and I picked up mine.
“No, I don’t have company over for anything” I said with a shrug, heading to the living room.
“Not even Neha?”
“Not a single person” I said, plopping onto the couch. Stuart sat next to me, turning sideways to face me. “To you Stuart Twombly” I said, raising my glass. “For being my first guest” He rose his glass, to clink with mine.
We must’ve sat there for an hour, drinking until I was out of beer, and glasses of empty alcohol bottles were all over my coffee table. Not necessarily to get drunk, but we were having too good of a time. It was as though if we’d stopped, then the night would be over. We were enjoying ourselves so much, talking and laughing about little things. To think, the day before, that the only thing could tell you about Stuart Twombly, was his name, and he had an obsession with beanies and his phone.
“Okay okay okay…” I giggled and slurred drunkenly. “I’ll pick… truth” I said with a big smile. He was pensive for a moment, then grinned when he came up with an idea.
“Why’d you move here when you were so young?”
“I wasn’t that young. I was nineteen” I started, taking a swig of my beer. “My hometown sucked. I was bad at making friends so I didn’t have any, my parents… I didn’t have daddy and mommy issues by any means… but I needed a change” He nodded, content with my answer and took a drink. “Now, truth or dare?”
“Dare” He replied and I clapped my hands.
“I dare you to do a handstand!” I squealed, and he eagerly jumped off of the couch, then awkwardly laid his upper back and neck on the floor, propping his legs up, then laying his hands flat on the ground. He was able to hold himself up for a few seconds, but toppled over in a fit of laughter right afterwards.
“I almost did it” He slurred, still chuckling as he sat back up on the sofa across from me. We clinked glasses.
“Oh so close” I said with a giggle before drinking.
“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Stuart asked, and I thought while he took a long drink.
“Okay… I’ll do a dare” I gave in, to his surprise. I had been dodging that choice the past fifteen minutes we’ve been playing. “Give me a good one though, not some lame ass prank call, you can do better than-”
“I dare you to kiss me” He said, in the softest voice I’d heard all night. My rambling was cut short, and I felt for a moment like I’d completely sobered up. I was staring straight into his honey eyes. I licked my lips hesitantly, then slid forward on the couch. I set my beer on the table, as did he. The entire environment of the room changed, and I realized my eyes had lingered on his lips for too long. I sure had a problem with staring at this boy. I looked up into his eyes for a moment, before closing mine and leaning in.
Our lips touched in a gentle kiss, my hands sliding up to frame around his face, pulling him ever so slightly closer. Stuart’s arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me further against him on the couch, until our chests were pressed together. I sucked in deep through my nose before we parted. His eyes stared into mine, and neither of us moved. Just our chests as we breathed deeply.
“Th-that was my first kiss” I told him softly between quiet pants. His brows knit together, confused.
“What? H-how?” I blinked a few times, unsure of how to answer. Maybe because I’d never had a boyfriend? But I wasn’t about to admit that now. Stuart released my waist, a hand raising to tangle his fingers slightly into a strand of my hair. “Can you promise me something, y/n?” He asked in a murmur. I nodded as he intricately placed the hair behind my ear. “Promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are” He said quietly. I nodded my head after a moment.
“I promise” I answered, cheeks pink in a blush. Stuart smiled a small but genuine smile, and pulled away from me.
We sat back on our respective sides of the couch, and continued our game.
I thought for a moment as I remembered that night. We were so carefree, and maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was just how we were in general. Maybe we were just two young adults, enjoying our Friday night, getting to know each other. Or maybe it was what I had thought. Maybe we were falling in love.
Two weeks later, and Stuart and I were still complaining about our killer hangovers from our long night of drinking and talking. I’d woken up the next morning on the couch, my head in his lap, cradling an arm that didn’t belong to me. He was sat upright, his head hanging off the top of the couch and groaning about a headache. I’d remembered the events from the night before, and somehow managed to get up to retrieve aspirin.
Stuart and I became close friends. Very close in fact. The kind people constantly think are dating, not that I minded. I wasn’t sure if he did. I wasn’t even sure if he remembered what had all taken place that night, but I didn’t push the subject. We became the kind of friends who walk around holding hands, or hug, share food and drink, kiss on the cheek here and there- hell even I would think we were dating. (i wish).
We were sitting in my apartment, the night after our photo was taken at the cafe, his infamous beanie resting on my head. In fact, I was wearing it as of this moment. The both of us were sat on the sofa, watching tv. He was scrolling through his phone while I laid across his lap, my head on the armrest of the couch.
“Hey Stew” I said softly, not sure if I really wanted to ask the question I’d been hung up on for the past days.
“Mhm?” He dropped a hand to my arm to show he was paying attention, seeing that his eyes were glued to his phone.
“Do you remember the night you came over?”
“Mhm, worst hangover of my life” He snorted, glancing to me for a short moment. “Why? Wanna get drunk?”
“No, no Stew it’s important” I said as seriously as I could, but my voice was still quiet. His brows furrowed as he turned off his phone and looked at me.
“Alright” He said, meeting my eyes. “What’s going on in that messy head of yours?”
“Do you remember anything besides the hangover?” I asked, finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “At all?” I asked when he didn’t answer.
“Hold on I’m trying to think… I drank a lot that night” His eyes were squinted, and my heart managed to sink and beat faster at the same time. “I… we played truth or dare…” He started slowly and I nodded eagerly.
“Yeah yeah we did”
“And.. and I did a handstand?” I chuckled quietly and nodded again. “And… and you told me ab-”
“You asked me to kiss you” Stuart’s brows raised.
“Well that would’ve been something to remember” Normally I would have laughed.
“But-but you don’t?” Stuart shook his head.
“No… why was I bad?” He chuckled awkwardly to himself. I pushed myself up, and crawled off of his lap. “Why- are you alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d made things awkward for you that night” I just shook my head repeatedly, staring down at my lap, where my hands were wringing together. “Hey is there.. Is there something else going on?” Stuart asked, turning to face me but I shook my head again. “y/n/n don’t lie” He put one of his hands on mine. “y/n” He said more sternly. I hesitantly turned my head meeting his eyes and I felt my foot tap quickly on the ground.
“Sorry, sorry no I don’t know what- I don’t know what got into me” He frowned, but eventually got up and stretched a little.
“I’m gonna get a drink” He said, walking over to the kitchen. I watched as he opened the fridge, and surprised me by pulling out a pop can.
“No beer?” He shook his head.
That was the last time Stuart and I talked to each other. Three months passed, and he hasn’t bothered to talk to me whatsoever. I can’t really tell why, I don’t remember having done anything that would’ve driven him away. The rest of that night I hadn’t mentioned the kiss, and it’s not like I admitted to him that I was in love with him. At first, it just really pissed me off, but now I just keep more to myself than before, and tried to ignore him at all costs.
No, that does not mean I’m happy. In fact, I’m beyond miserable. I don’t remember the last time I’d spoken to any of them, I’d hardly spoken at work at all. Just on the phone when a customer or my boss called. I’m not sure when Neha and I’s friendship ceased, somewhere along the line we just stopped talking. Sometimes she sits at my small table in the cafe for lunch, but we still don’t converse. Just sit there silently.
I walked in this morning, not anywhere near as dressed up as I used to get for work. I was in jeans, old and worn biker boots, and a tee shirt. My hair was in a ratty and messy bun, I don’t think I brushed my hair at all this morning. In fact, I don’t even remember walking to the building (I lived just two blocks away) but I can’t tell you remembering the scenery or people I passed. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat down at my desk. My elbows propped up onto the desk as I dragged the skin around the edges of my eyes, hoping to rub the sleep out of them. It wasn’t working. A small groan left my lips as I turned on my computer and began to sign in.
“Good morning y/n” I jumped slightly, dropping my computer mouse onto the floor by my foot. “Oh I’m sorr-”
“It’s okay Lyle” I mumbled. “What did you want?” He seemed to swallow thickly, and readjusted the glasses on his nose. It made me think of the way Stuart used to always crinkle his nose before pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.
“Well uh, I’ve actually noticed your lack of interaction with the rest of the team, are you alr-”
“I’m fine, is here something important?” I snapped a little, but didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t want the others to notice my ‘coming out of the shell I’d been hiding in’ moment.
“Actually yes… someone from Communications is here to speak to you about your performance” I nodded my head.
“Well where are they?”
“At the door actually” I turned, and just as I did, Gharam walks over and stands himself next to Lyle, in front of me. I stared with wide eyes up at him, having heard many stories from Neha and Stuart about Gharam and his… foolish charms. “You look surprised darling” He spoke in an English accent, but something was off about it.
“I am, I wasn’t informed of any meeting, until here you are now” I straightened up, seeing that he was trying to intimidate me by leaning over, eyes downcast towards me. I pulled a slight smirk on, just small enough to be noticeable but not questionable. He only reciprocated it.
“Well love, I have an important question for you” You nodded, prompting him to continue. “Attention! Low life Google team!” Gharam held his hands out, earning the attention of Neha, Billy, Nick, Yo Yo, and Stuart, who watched me intently. But I looked back to Gharam.
“What’s this all abou-”
“Your very own lovely y/n here,has been given the opportunity of a promotion!” Besides Graham’s clapping, the room was silent. I continued to stare at the englishman. “What? No applause for this stunning creature?” I wanted to be flattered by his strange way of flirting, but instead I felt like regurgitating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stuart walking out of the room, shaking his head. It would’ve broken my heart, if it wasn’t already shattered
“Why do I get a promotion?” I asked quietly, and Gharam grinned widely down towards me.
“Because you, my dear, would be a lovely head of the Communications department” My eyes widened like a cartoon, and my voice caught in my throat. How? My work has been average.
“I-I think you’re at the wrong-”
“Oh don’t be so modest, we can discuss the paperwork over dinner” Gharam smirked and winked, and I took a step away from him, huffing angrily.
“But I like working here!” I stated loudly, and angrily. My hands were in fists by my sides. “I like my group, I like my job I like my payroll, I don’t want a promotion” The man laughed loudly, holding his hands over his stomach like it was the most comical thing he’d ever heard anyone say.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling” He said, reaching a finger to swipe his thumb over my cheek. I smacked his hand away with a slap that seemed to silence the room even more. I didn’t notice that this was when Stuart came back into the room, I was too focused on the man in front of me.
“I’m not taking a job just so you can go out with me” I snapped at him, and moved to walk back towards my work space, but he followed me quickly.
“Problem? Gharam?” I spun back on my heel in shock of the voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like years. Stuart Twombly was standing in front of me, his back towards me and Gharam trying to tower over him. In seconds I watched as Gharam backed away, shaking his head and standing silently frozen. “Come on y/n” Before I could say anything, Stuart took my hand pulled me with him out the door of our large office flat. I walked quietly beside him, my hand still stuck in his as he led me through the hallways. I looked over at him, but he kept his focus on his walking. Dead ahead. He was on a mission it seemed.
“Stuart?” I spoke, my voice practically a mumble as we neared the exit of the building.
“Where have you been?” He asked as he pushed open the doors, with me still following right next to him. It was the first time his hand released mine.
“I haven’t been anywhere” I muttered, my eyes narrowing slightly at his apparent anger. “What, you’re mad at me because I haven’t been around?” He ducked his head down, instantly realizing his mistake. “Wow. Wow Stuart” I laughed bitterly, a passive aggressive grin on my face as I looked up. My palm pressed to my forehead as I calmed down my laughter. “If you don’t mind, I have work to get to” I said, turning to go back inside.
“N-no don’t leave” He quickly ran in front of me, hands out and a pleading expression on his face. “Please don’t just go”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because I miss you y/n!” He yelled exasperatedly, and my mouth hung open in shock. “I really fucking miss you” His voice softened, and I blinked, licking my lips before closing my mouth.
“I missed you too” I said weakly.
“And I do remember that night, I remember it vividly, every goddamn second of it” I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off of him.
“Y-you did? Then why did you-”
“Cause I didn’t want to say the wrong thing… guess I did anyways” I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to him.
“What did you think that you were going to say that would make me upset?”
“Upset’s not really the word… more like.. More like distant. I thought you’d be distant and I didn’t want to lose you or anyth-”
“What were you going to say?” I cut off his ramblings, stepping closer again, if I took one more step, then our noses would ‘bump together.
“I was going to tell you that..” He trailed off for a moment, looking down at his feet. “That um.. That I…” My eyebrows raised in anticipation. “y/n I really like you, I don’t know how you did it but you got me to fall for you in a matter of one night and I swear it wasn’t cause we were both drunk off our ass it was because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that’s… that’s real you felt real to me and I- I wanted to tell you that and I almost did but I didn’t want to mess things up-”
“You would’ve messed everything up” I told him.
“I know” He said quietly.
“Absolutely everything, you would’ve ruined everything” I heard him sniffle, and he still stared down at his feet. I chuckled quietly, and curled my fingers under his jaw, bringing his face up to look at me, even though he was practically above me. “But it would’ve been in the best way possible” I told him solemnly. I watched his eyes light up, and I smiled softly. Next thing I knew he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against mine.
“I’m sorry” He mumbled between sweet kisses. “I shouldn’t have lied around it I should’ve just told you” I opened my eyes as his arms wrapped around my back, tugging me against him in a tight hug. I smiled, arms winding around his neck and holding myself there against him.
“Try not to ‘forget’ that kiss, okay?” Stuart chuckled against me.
“I’m not sure how I could”
guys i can’t tell you how happy i am to post again :) xoxo ~ joride
I crave double cheese pizzas with a glasses of iced-tea. I crave starbuck’s tall frappes with your name on the cup. I crave random celebratory dances on the road when no one is watching. I crave tight hugs and unexpected kisses. I crave all these things because they remind me of you.