Here are some photos of my study abroad experience from this past summer. I’m Maria btw. I’m from NJ and I cannot wait for you to go on tour so I can see you again! I just wanted to let you know that having you in my life is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I’m so proud to be able to say that I look up to you and that you inspire me every single day. It’s been 10+ years where you have been my #1 inspiration for everything I do, and I certainly would not be the young woman I am if you had not been with me every step of the way.
Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?
Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.
A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!
He was such a show off.
He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.
I guess it was a kind of hazy -
Got me caught up and frustrated in love.
Lookin’ back -”
The video cut off.
It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.
You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.
He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.
“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”
The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.
“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.
You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.
Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.
The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.
Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.
It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.
“You say: la, la, la,
La, la, la, la.
Girls like me don’t come around anymore!”
You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.
This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.
You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.
You had a good thing going.
And then one day it got weird.
You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.
“She a cutie and she fine,
Make me wanna make her mine,
She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.
If you like it, we can swerve,
We can light and stain up here,
Blowing, pluck it out the window.”
‘What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.
A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.
“Hey baby, won’t you look my way?
I can be your new addiction.
Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?
All you’re giving me is fiction.”
It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.
You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?
Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.
“Ooh, pretty baby,
This world might’ve gone crazy.
The way you saved me,
Who could blame me,
When I just wanna make you smile.”
It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.
“Baby, you’re classic,
baby, you’re sick.
I never met a girl like you ever til we met.
A star in the 40s,
Centerfold in the 50s,
Got me trippin’ out like 60s,
You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.
Pick you up
Keep it real to real with the way I feel:
I could walk you down the aisle.”
You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.
The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.
After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.
“If I could find you now, things would get better.
We could leave this town and run forever.
Let your waves crash down on me and take me
Away, yeah, yeah.”
You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.
And that was it.
You never got a response.
You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?
You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”
The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.
“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.
When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.
You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.
It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.
As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.
You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.
Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.
“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:
Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.
Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?
He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.
“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.
“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.
“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”
The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.
“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.
“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”
Your other eyebrow went up.
“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.
“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”
If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.
“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.
“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.
“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.
“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”
Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.
“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.
“Ethan, I feel the same way…”
He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.
“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.
“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”
He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.
“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.
“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.
“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.
You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.
Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.
“Can I come out now?”
You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.
“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.
“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.
“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.
“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.
“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.
“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.
“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.
Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.
“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.
The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.
Oh, that Spiderman: Homecoming end credit scene was just amazing, wasn’t it? I’m glad I was patient and waited for the credits to end. Soo rewarding. Marvel knows us so well, and how to treat us. If you haven’t seen it yet, make sure you stick around ‘til the end because it worth the wait. Trust me.
westratenick: Two days til the end of #TurnAMC and I am raising a glass to the great @heatherglind! Our Anna Strong and my good friend made life in Virginia just the best. Craig and Barry couldn’t have found a more interesting, complicated, brilliant actor to tell Anna’s story. Here’s to you, @heathergibs! #StrongTownsend
Chapter Summary: Sometimes you need to fuel the flame to finish something
The rowboat crashes into land as they look similar to the last two it was covered with inner demons. Keith looks to see the inner demons took forms of rats as they hiss angrily at them. They continue walking as they see a black house. Keith looks confused as he asks, “Hunk, do you recognize this place?”
Hunk turns on the light as he looks at it to answers, “Hmm odd. It’s looks like Lance’s Abeula’s house, or at least I think so he never really talks about her.”
“Abeula?” asks Allura confused at the term.
Hunk sees this as he clarifies, “Grandmother.”
Keith walks in the inner demon sludge as he opens the door. It opens as sludge pours out from the house as they see broken glass shards and ripped up pictures.
They trudge through the sludge. Hunk points to the stairs as they walk. Keith looks around the home as he squints to see any hints, so far the sludge is making it hard but the house is pretty beat up as there is holes in the roof as they avoid sludge dripping down.
Hunk requests, “Check the doors. The emotion might be in one of them.”
They do so which causes Keith to be nervous at whatever inner demon might be with it. They each mention about being negative as Keith stares at the door in front of him. He turns the knob as the Paladins are right behind him. When the door fell open they faced something that would surely haunt them.
This emotion has his arms and legs are being held by sludge like a puppet though the most describing was the clawed black figure choking his neck as it hisses at them as it talks, “Look, they’re here to mock you again. Punish them. Let it out. Actually let me help you. Cause your weak!”
Suddenly, the emotion is moving as the demon smiles with a razor blade teeth. It swings at them limply as Allura summons her whip as she tries to catch the shadow. The demon smirks as it voices changes from that jumble to sounding like Allura, “The Galra show no mercy. Let it out. Kill them all, do it for Voltron.”
“Lance! Don’t listen! That wasn’t me!” cries Allura as the demon uses her distress to knock her into sludge covering her.
The voice goes back to jumbled mess as it caresses the emotion’s cheek as it says, “Ssh, my little monster. Don’t worry about the Galra you’ll end up just like them anyway… like Zarkon… like Lotor. How many did you hurt already?”
“Get away my buddy you… quiznak!” yells Hunk as he blasts it with the cannon.
The voice changes to Hunk as it taunts, “Don’t you remember that time you ejected me out Blue? Felt good didn’t it? Getting me out of the way.”
The emotion sways with the sludge as Pidge yells, “Don’t listen! You’re great!”
“A hypocrite aren’t you?” asks the demon it’s normal voice till it changes to sound like Pidge. “Nice job, Tailor! Since when were you a sharpshooter?! You’re just the goofball!”
Pidge freezes as she immediately regrets those words. With that the demon throws Pidge into Hunk as they slip in the sludge.
Shiro tries to outright attack the demon but it dodges as it says in Shiro’s voice, “Lance be more like Keith! Be serious! Lance don’t get distracted!”
While the demon is distracted his sense of protectiveness as he forms his sword and throws at the knot of the sludge holding the emotion Keith catches him as he’s murmuring to himself.
The demon laughs as it changes his voice to sound like Keith, “You’re the worst pilot ever! Why would I care about you!”
Keith growls as he argues annoyed, “Yeah, now he’s right hand and my self control! So shut up!”
Then for once the demon staggers as its voice is more distorted but still sounds like Keith, “You’re so stupid! The amount of information brain can’t even fill an paper airplane halfway!”
Keith holds tighter as he defends angrily, “Lance comes up with ingenious ideas sometimes! At least he thinks things through!”
The demon hisses in pain as the sludge around the room is going to it instead of around the house. That’s when they Paladins all realized how to beat the demon. Defend Lance.
The demon hisses as it begins to say insult after insult in different voices. “You’re so idiotic! How much people are you going to hurt with that stupidity?!”
“He wouldn’t hurt anybody unless it was for good reason!”
“You deserves to let everything out! Kill! Be like Lotor!”
“You’re nothing like Lotor! You don’t hurt innocent people!”
“How much times did you want hurt someone?! You’re killer deep down.”
“News flash: Everybody can. I’m probably more likely to do that than Lance!”
“Are a great Paladin. No one can replace you. You have something a lot of people don’t have. You give people a chance to better themselves.”
“Is like you Lance, everyone has lost their temper. Not you. You keep a cool head.”
The demon hisses as it flies into a nearby closet running away from them. The emotion blinks as he looks around before he pushes Keith away as he yells annoyed, “What are you doing in my head!”
Keith shocked at his tone yells, “Saving you from inner demons apparently! What’s your deal?!”
“I’m Lance’s Anger and Hatred… mostly Anger,” answers Anger with an annoyed look.
“Wait? You’re both? How does that work?” asks Pidge curiously.
“He doesn’t have a lot of either so I ended up being both… doesn’t matter either way I only come out when we fight enemies,” says Anger annoyed as he pushes them into a closet. “Look, I like being alone so…. Get. Out. You only got one more Emotion left. Have fun.”
“Wait! Is it that?! That’s all your giving us?” asks Keith as he believes he found his least favorite emotion.
“You got it Mullet. I’m a repressed emotion I don’t have a lot to share anyway,” says Anger as he shuts the closet door.
The Paladins stared annoyed muttering about being rude as til they see ooze in the clothes as they already prepare their Bayards ready to fight as memories played on clothes.
Hunk easily ignores the memories as he knows that Lance controls his impulses a lot more than most people think.
Pidge is purposefully ignoring them as she senses frustration whenever a memory her mocks Lance as she realizes maybe she should tone it back a bit.
Allura and Shiro look at the memories with curiosity than concern as the memories with them the main feeling is frustration of not working hard enough.
Keith now wonders how much Lance supresses him anger. All the memories he sees if him mostly being frustrated or annoyed at him though none of it was true hatred or anger… It makes him smile looks Lance really doesn’t hate him as much as he says it.
There aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.
“Don’t umm don’t get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.
Harry looked startled.
“Just. Look I don’t know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I’ll pay for your time. Just come in.”
Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.
“What’s umm what do you guys make these days?”
Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”
Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”
Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don’t have to do this, I feel like… like you’re a nice person who feels bad but it’s fine. I get it. You don’t have to make it up to me.”
Louis stared at Harry. It’d been so long since he’d even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He’d enjoyed the banter and the flirting.
“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.
Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.” SEX WORKER AU, FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t.
“I’m not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I’m your publicist.”
“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don’t. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He’s amazed that couch is as clean as it looks. ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS
“I want your help.” “Are you sure validation isn’t the right word?” Harry frowns. “Because, Louis, my professional opinion won’t change just because you’re being nice.” “I don’t want your professional opinion on my work to change. I wanna do better work, so you and everybody else can have a new opinion”, he states simply.
Or: the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he’s got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn’t know he needed saving in the first place. FAMOUS/NOT FAMOUS, READ THE TAGS
“I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.
There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.
“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”
AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends. FRIENDS TO LOVERS
Said problem lies entirely in the fact that he can’t seem to avoid Harry Styles, The Ex-Boyfriend That Broke His Heart and World Famous Popstar Sensation. Everything is only made more complicated by the fact that he doesn’t really want to avoid Harry either, even though they’re supposed to mean nothing to each other.
Another tiny problem may also be that Harry has no idea that Louis has a daughter now.
Louis is slowly caressing the baby’s cheek. He’s looking into bright green, wide eyes, which seem to look at Louis in wonderment. Louis picks the baby’s hand into his and holds it. He looks at it and then at Harry, who starts to chuckle with his cute baby voice.
When Louis is just a small child, he meets a chubby baby named Harry. He doesn’t realize that he meets the same boy over 20 years later and finds his soulmate. SOULMATES
“Don’t say a prayer for me nowSave it ‘til the morning after”
Save a prayer-Duran Duran
For Diopucci week day 2
The thing with losing people is, it’s not just about their mere absence. You know all these little things that get you excited and looking forward, the things you want to tell someone, seeing something and you can’t wait to show someone you know will like it?
All these possibilities, possible paths that are open to still happen. When they are dead all these things you were looking forward will never be possible and you missed the opportunity. Sure you know other people, and you will meet new people but everyone is unique and what’s lost is lost forever. For your relation to this person there’s only one path left.
Wanting to make something for them and you can’t wait to see their reaction? That book they recommended you, you still haven’t even opened, that
collaboration you’ve been letting lie around for years and never
finished. It’s too late and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about.
Would you go back and do things different if you could? Use those lost opportunities knowing there might be more other lost ones, or that things could go wrong in a different way? Or would you change the very foundation of everything to the point of preventing your own existence because that’s the only way to have certainity you won’t lose anyone? A bad outcome you caused intentionally is still better than a bad surprise I guess…
idk where I was trying to go with this.
People die and sometimes those people are your friends and you never told them how much you appreciate them, how much they matter and have impacted your life. So if you got smth to say better do it now when you still can.
AN: So… it’s been almost two years since I last posted a prompt, I think. I doubt this will become regular again, But. I miss fandom, and I want to get back into writing FF a bit more. The video prompted is here :)
I included my OC James in this; for more info on him, check out my “oc James” tag.
Sometimes, Steve couldn’t believe there were only five months between Peter and James. Not only was James so much smaller than Peter, but Peter was just… so much more grown up than James was. Steve got what all the books had been saying now; the difference between a year and eighteen months was staggering.
Even knowing all that, however, he had never quite expected what he ended up finding in the lounge that morning.
“Tony, honey,” he grinned, sticking his head into the kitchen to find his husband wrestling with Lily - their three year old - over plastic bowl of Cheerios. “You have to come see this.”
“Can’t it wait ‘til Gremlin One over here has been fed?” Tony asked, and then grimaced as Lily screeched at the top of her lungs and threw her bowl across the room. “I thought you were gonna dress the boys, anyway? Are they okay?”
“Peter’s being adorable,” Steve replied. “Just… come. Get in here - you’ll want to see this.”
Request:(in pm)Can you do a poly!hamilsquad x fem!reader where you are dating hamilsquad and you’re all very close and something bad happens. Idk someone dies? Make it angsty!
AN: Modern AU and this will have more than 1 part!
Warning: Death;someangst; little swearing, some fluff in the beginning
“Y/N can you grab me a beer since you’re in the kitchen?” Alexander asked you. Rolling your eyes, you opened the fridge to grab what one of your boyfriends had asked for but their wasn’t any. Sighing you stood to your full height and closed the fridge.
“Who drank the last beer?” You asked the guys as you walked back into the living room of the apartment. The guys looked at each other before all pointing at each other. You shook your head. “Really? Whatever but seriously whoever drank the last beer has to go on the beer run.” You stated as you sat down between Lafayette and John.
”I think someone forgot the popcorn.” Hercules teased. “I got it.” He stood up and left before you can throw a smart ass remark at him.
Alexander reached forward for the remote and pressing play to start the movie just as Hercules came back and set the popcorn on the coffee table. As the movie began you moved into a more comfortable position where your head rested on John’s shoulder with his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you stretched your legs out having them lie across on Lafayette and Alexander’s laps.
By the end of the movie the guys aside from John was asleep. You giggle at the sight of them. The biggest surprise about this was that Alexander was asleep as well.
“Aw, they’re so cute.” John cooed, at the sight of them. You giggled, getting up and putting your camera on, on your phone and quickly took a pic.
“John pretend you’re sleeping!” You whisper. He nodded and sprawled out in the spot you and him preoccupied and looked like he was asleep as well. Lifting your phone up you took another picture. After that John stood up, wrapping his arms around you. You hugged him back smiling.
“Should we wake them up to get them to bed?” John asked you. Nodding you pulled apart. He took care of waking Alexander and Hercules while you got Lafayette.
“Laf wake up.” You gently shook his shoulder. His head shot up.
“What is it mon amour?” He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was adorable when he wakes up.
“It’s time to go to bed. Up.” Saying this, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up and guided him to the shared room. Glancing over your shoulder Alex was following, dragging his against the floor as John tried keeping Hercules awake long enough to get him to bed.
Lafayette and Alexander didn’t bother getting changed as they took their spot on the king sized bed. Walking out you found John still struggling to get Hercules up.
“It’s been a long day for him, I’m not surprised he won’t get up.” You stated, picking up the blanket from the couch and draping it over Hercules and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Yeah. I don’t even know why I try.” John stated with a shrug. He looked at the time. “It’s not too late. I’m going to run out real quick to buy more beer.” You gasped dramatically.
“So it was you! I thought it was Alex.” John chuckled, grabbing his car keys.
“Nah, it was me. You wanna come with?” He asked you as he put his sneakers on. You shook your head, declining.
“I’m heading to bed. But if you really want me to come I’ll go.” You offered but he only shook his head.
“No, go to bed. Well I’m off! Goodnight Y/N.” He said, throwing you a wink. You chuckled.
“Goodnight John.” With that John closed the door quietly behind him as you went off to your shared bedroom to get changed. Afterwards you crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up you snuggled into Lafayette’s side.
The clock ticked on the wall, it now marking 12:00am. Alexander’s phone went off incessantly.
“Turn it off.” You groaned softly into the pillow. Alex turned over and answered his phone.
“Hello?” His voice came out hard. That was to be expected, he was always grouchy when he first wakes up.” “What! Where?” HIs voice alarmed you and Lafayette.
“Alexander what happened?” Lafayette asked worriedly, sitting up in bed.
“It’s John.” Alex’s voice cracked.
“What the fuck is going on?” A new voice asked, stepping into the room.
“We need to leave, now!”
“Look a shooting star make a wish!” You exclaim pointing at the sky, clamping your eyes shut. It was quiet for a moment before Hercules asked,
“What did you wish for Y/N?” You grinned, sitting up looking at the guys.
“That nothing will break us apart.” The guys ‘awed’ at you causing you to blush.
“You’re too adorable mon amour.” Lafayette commented with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes shoving him playfully. He laughed. Arms wrapped around you…John.
“We’re not going anywhere, right guys?” The guys nodded.
“Together til the end?” You asked softly. They all smiled looking at one another.
“Together til the end.” Alex agreed.
Once the door slid open Alexander, Lafayette, Lafayette and you were running to the front all asking about John Laurens. The nurse told you to sit and wait for the doctor.
Everyone was tired, and restless, unable to keep still. Your knee’s were to your chest as you sat in your chair watching Alexander pace, Lafayette besides you, his knee bouncing and Hercules playing with his hands or tapping his foot impatiently.
“I’m going to see if they’ll tell me anything.” Alexander quickly tells us before stalking off for the front desk again.
“John Laurens?” Your head snapped up to a doctor. Scrambling up from your seat the others followed you as you went right up to the doctor.
“How is he? Fuck where is Alex?!” You asked the doctors before turning to the guys.
“I’ll go get him.” Lafayette stated but Alex was running down the hall towards us.
“How is John?” Alex asked, breathless. The look on the doctors face made you feel sick.
“He had a head on car collision, he was unconscious when he arrived and lost a lot of blood-”
“Can we see him, please?” Alex begged. The doctor nodded and led the way.
“But you must know, he’s in critical condition he may never wake up-”
“What do you mean not wake up!” You exclaim as you’ve stopped in front of the room where John is staying.
“He’s in a coma and seeing in his state he may never wake up.” He explained before opening the door.
One by one you all flooded the room, gathering around John’s bed. John was beaten up pretty badly. You pulled up a chair and sat next to him, the others did the same.
You woke up the next feeling the happiest you’d felt in a long time. As you showered and made breakfast you genuinely felt like dancing around to “You make my dreams come true,” just like Joseph Gordon-Levitt did in that movie you could never remember the name of.
You and Spencer had smiled shyly at each other when you’d woken up. It wasn’t the things you’d done last night, it was the words that had been spoken afterwards when you’d been drifting off to sleep. Although neither of you mentioned it, you both knew it had happened.
You’d pulled Spencer in for a kiss just before you’d left the apartment seeing him hesitate slightly before he bent his lips to yours.
“No more Y/N,” he said afterwards.
You pouted. “And why not?”
“Because I said we couldn’t do anything until this was over.”
“Well perhaps you shouldn’t have done what you did last night then Spencer.” You raised your eyebrows at him remembering the look in his eyes last night.
He smirked. “Technically I barely did anything last night except watch. Although I’m more than prepared to watch again.”
“Nope. If you’re not prepared to participate until this is over then I’ll just have to make sure I’m actually alone next time.” You attempted to turn the tables back on him and make him feel uncomfortable. “Next time I’m off in the bath, you’ll just have to imagine what I’m doing without you.”
He laughed instead. “Eidetic memory Y/N. I don’t have to imagine. It’s all stored up here.” He tapped his head before continuing. “In fact I already replayed that little movie in my head once this morning when I was in the shower.”
He strutted off to your front door leaving you standing there speechless. “Coming Y/N?” he called.
‘Hopefully very soon,’ you thought to yourself
You and Penelope were sat in your office sorting through case files and selecting the ones that could be dealt with via a telephone consultation. These would be given to Agent Hotchner for him to divvy out amongst the rest of the profilers.
You’d kept one file to aside. Two girls had been murdered, stabbed to death within three weeks of another and the case was local. Both were college age and had the same physical description. Black hair, blue eyes. The first girl had been found in her dorm room by her roommate, and although her boyfriend had been arrested on suspicion and was still the main suspect, he’d be let out on bail having had an alibi.
The second girl had been found in the doorway of a local Indian restaurant where you and Spencer sometimes grabbed takeout from. The security cameras though had proven useless having been been fakes and given that the girl hadn’t been sexually assaulted like the first and her hand bag was missing, the police had put it down to a mugging gone wrong. The ages and the physical similarities between the two girls had caused the cases to be passed to the BAU for review.
Rossi and Prentiss were off site for the day, having been asked to interview a death row inmate for the bureaus extensive records. At around noon, Spencer and Morgan knocked on your office door.
“Hey gorgeous girls, we’re heading out to pick up some lunch. Do you wanna come with?” Morgan asked.
You and Garcia looked around at the piles of paperwork surrounding you both. “I’ll stay here boys. Plenty of work to do and I’d hate to leave my office looking a mess.”
“I’ll stay too then. Can you bring us some food back?” Penelope gave her order to Morgan and then you reeled off yours.
“Are you sure you didn’t want to come Y/N. I know now how you sometimes like to take care of things yourself."
You eyes snapped to Spencer’s, not quite believing what he’d said. What sounded relatively innocent to some, definitely did not to you.
Trying to remain composed you replied, "No thanks Spence. I trust you to get it right for me on this occasion.” You smiled sweetly.
“Oh I’ll get it right on every occasion, Agent Y/L/N.”
Derek and Garcias heads had been tooing and throwing, eyeing you both throughout the exchange and wondering what they were missing.
“Come on genius, let’s go. You can flirt with Y/N later.” Derek started to walk away, dragging Reid with him.
As they left the room Penelope ran to your office door, slamming it shut.
“ Spill!” she demanded. You shook your head at her.
“There’s nothing to spill.”
“Don’t you lie to me now missy. He’s been acting different all day. I could have sworn he winked at me earlier when I gave him his coffee, and he’s barely reacted to Derek’s taunts all day.”
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Oh my god. You’ve done it!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “What was it like? Is he good? Is he a genius in bed as well as out?”
“Penelope shut up. We haven’t done it.”
“Something’s happened though…..Tell meeee. You know I live for the moment you two finally get it together. You’re my otp.”
You remained silent so she changed track.
“Fine. Be like that. I thought we were friends Y/N. Aside from Reid I thought I was your best friend here. We’ve grown pretty close over the last few months. I thought if something important was happening in your life you’d tell me.”
Damn it!! You put down the case file you were currently reading.
“Pen, if I tell you this, you CANNOT tell anyone. And that includes Derek. There will be no teasing, no off hand remarks, nothing.”
She nodded furiously. “Whatever you say. Just spill, I’m dying here.”
You filled her in on what had happened over the weekend, watching her jaw slowly drop and her cheeks blush as you got to the events of last night. By the time you got to the end, she was actually using the file she was holding to fan herself.
“Fuuuck.” It wasn’t often Penelope Garcia was speechless but hearing about what a tease Reid had become in the space of a few days had apparently done it.
“This is Reid we’re talking about right? Tall, lanky, pretty thing that struggles to talk to attractive women without rambling or stuttering…….” You nodded at her. “Well fuck me sideways.”
You burst out laughing at her remark and the gobsmacked look that was still on her face.
“And why is he refusing to actually sleep with you again?”
You’d had to change your story slightly here as Penelope didn’t know about Joshua Cane.
“He said he wants to wait til we’ve been officially dating for at least a month.”
“And are you… Officially dating?”
You thought back to the end of last night where the ‘I love you's’ had been exchanged.
“I guess so. But you cannot say anything to anyone yet Garica.”
She huffed. “Fine but I get first dibs as bridesmaid okay.”
You laughed at her. “Okay”.
The guys came back handing over your lunches and then going back to their desks to eat. You and Penelope ate as you worked. Every so often you glanced up and out into the bull pen seeing both Morgan and Spencer leaning over various files themselves, reading and working.
Spencer had always had a habit of biting and licking his bottom lip. Most of the time it was an unconscious habit and you’d always thought it was cute but right now, watching him do it was driving you crazy. You were sure he knew you were watching and was doing it on purpose.
“Garcia, are you going to eat that?” You nodded towards the piece of fruit that she’d left.
“Probably not. Have it if you want it.”
“Thanks.” You took it and unpeeled it.
You grabbed a folder and buzzed Spencer’s desk phone, signalling him to come to your office.
“Reid, I need you to take a look at this file straight away.”
He took it out of hand, eyes going to the piece of fruit that was in your other hand. You grinned at him, locking eyes and slowly put the banana to your lips, taking a huge bite.
He turned and fled the office, scurrying back down to the his desk.
You’d finally scored a point.
Your phone buzzed signalling a text message.
“The folder is empty Y/N”
“Was there really any need for that little display?”
“Yep…..You were messing with me again. You keep biting and licking your lips. You need to stop, cos I wanna bite them and lick them for you.”
You saw him smirk across the office. “All in good time Y/N.”
“Ladies, we’ve got a case.” Agent Hotchner walked into your office.
“Have we sir?” Penelope asked. “We’ve not finished sorting yet.”
“Yes, this one’s come to me directly. You’re aware that the bodies of two eighteen year old females have been found locally in the past three weeks.”
You nodded. “I have the files here Hotch, for review. Has there been another?"
"Yes. A male and a female, with the same physical description as the others were found this morning in Catton Park. We’ve been asked to step in.”
That was the park you and Spencer had been walking in yesterday.
You made copies of the original two cases whilst Hotch motioned for Derek and Spencer to join you in the office, advising he’d fill Rossi and Emily in via phone when they were done with their interview.
When you were all seated he handed out the copies along with the new file. You’d already read the first two this morning so you skipped straight to the third.
The file included a crime scene photo taken this morning and when you saw that photo, your blood ran cold.
The male and female were posed, sat underneath the same tree you and Spencer had been, the male with his back to the tree and the female lying on him with her head in his lap.
220,924,800 seconds which equals 3,682,080 minutes which equals, 61,328 hours which equals, 2557 days.
These smaller units of time all are equal to 7 years. It’s strange how fast these seven years has passed. Their debut, their first win, their first concert, their first tour…to say that I was able to see that all happen means a lot. In these seven years, they taught me so much about passion and working for your dreams. They taught me that falling down is okay, getting back up and working even harder is what’s important. I’m so proud to call myself an Inspirit and to cheer you seven boys on. Not only did you bring me great music, and great teachings, you’ve also brought great people to me. It’s funny how a group can do that for you hm? Thank you for the times we had ‘til now and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us, INFINITE & INSPIRIT.
our story is never ‘the end’; our story is ‘to be continued’
Title: Come Back To Bed (gif on the left is not mine - gif on the right belongs to of-badges-of-guns <3)
A/N: Hope you all enjoy reading - any feedback is always welcomed and appreciated <3
Requested by: Anon - “#42 for Pride.” Word Count: 344 Pairing: Dwayne Pride x Reader
42. “Come get back in bed.”
“Pride.” He grumbled into his cell phone, rubbing a hand roughly down his face. He looked down his bare chest to see one of your arms slinking around his waist, “Ah'lright…well can’t it wait til mornin’?”
If you weren’t so tired you’d be trying to entice him in a totally different way to turn the phone off, not like earlier, you didn’t have to entice Pride before, he practically pounced on you once you were home from DC. You stroked his stomach slowly as he ended the call with a sigh.
“Please don’t say it..” You mumbled into the mattress behind him.
You felt him shift a little to turn around, “Ah’m…Ah’m sorry darlin’.” He kissed your bare back, pressing gentle kisses wherever he could reach.
“I’ve only just got back.” You complained in a small whine as he moved to stand. You watched him hunt around or clean underwear and something to wear. It was painful to see, Pride fumbling around in the dark, bumping into things.
“Ah know baby and ah’m sorry - really. Ah’ll make it up to you when I get back. In time for breakfast?” His bargain was a good one but yours would be even better.
“Dwayne…” You purred, lifting the covers from your body so you were bare to him. When his eyes met yours they immediately scanned your body, his eyes adjusting more and more to his dark surroundings he could see the faint bruises on your hips from his fingers, the little nip marks around your breasts and stomach and Pride was sure that there were finger nail marks going down his own back, “Come get back in bed.” You murmured and knelt up, meeting him at the edge, “Just for half an hour…”
His hands ran up your ribs and around to your back, leaving goosebumps in his wake before pulling you flush against him, “Just half an hour. That’s it.” He agreed as his lips trailed down your neck again only ceasing his movements when you let yourself fall back, bringing Dwayne with you.
Thank you for reading. It’s safe for work lol just under the cut. Thanks for these prompts! Really gets the creativity flowing.
“Winds of Change”
The seasons change without Kagome.
I watch Inuyasha hang on in quiet desperation.
I make a bad joke that we could share Sango, to which he replies “Keh, pervert! She’s your woman, though I’m still not sure how that happened! She’d kill us both anyway.”
I pissed him off and he’s disgusted, scowling again. At least he doesn’t look sad and has stopped staring off in the direction of the well for now.
I feel guilty.
It’s been a year and Sango is about to have my child.
Inuyasha is lonely even though he’s the uncle to my children. He and I go off to work exterminating demons, but I see it’s not very thrilling. I’m glad Naraku is gone, but we miss fighting for a larger purpose.
War still plagues this land, but that’s not our battle to fight.
We protect ours.
Inuyasha and Sango train together. She misses the fight, too. She’s even stronger after having babies.
Kohaku doesn’t visit much, to Rin’s chagrin. It speaks volumes that Sesshomaru left her in Inuyasha’s village. Well, he’ll protect her or it’ll be his neck, of course. That hasn’t changed.
I know my home is getting crowded.
Shippo is advancing his skills. It’s good to be so young, to have something more to strive for.
We all miss Kagome.
I pray Inuyasha can find happiness.
Everyday I am grateful. I think about all we’ve overcome; seeing my daughters and even Sango’s scar on her back are reminders of the miracle that we are all here.
Sango is about to have our third baby now. I am amazed at Inuyasha’s growth. My little girls tug on his doggy ears relentlessly. They don’t listen to us. We need to work on that. I apologize to my best friend. He passes them onto Shippo and darts off into the forest and I know.
Kagome is back.
We all want to crowd her and ask her what she’s been doing. Sango and I want her to meet our little miracles.
Inuyasha is so serene and quiet. He’s the happiest I’ve seen in three years. His golden eyes are bright like he’s reached enlightenment. Kagome is back and he’s happy.
He’s not the type to show it openly. But, I see it in his subtle movements. He’s standing close to Kagome. He maintains contact: their hips touching as he stands or walks beside her; he has a hand on her shoulder or she’s leaning her head on him.
They get married.
Those two still argue regularly. Inuyasha comes over, wanting to go out demon hunting to blow off steam. I remind him that marriage isn’t easy. “Feh!” He scoffs. But I see the smirk of wedded bliss curl his upper lip. Making up is pretty sweet. Maybe I should pick a fight with Sango.
“Inuyasha and Kagome are at it again.” Sango says like she’s asking me to hand her a bowl of rice.
“We should go at it again.”
“Miroku, you want our fourth to be the same age as their first?”
Imagine all these superheroes playing an intense game of keep away with Tony.
Maybe it starts out small Bucky wants an upgrade on his arm but Clint asked for new arrows before him. And they’re all shouting in each other’s face when suddenly they both get this mischievous look on their face. Tony who was sitting on the couch peacefully watching this fight squeaks when they turn that look on him. Cue Bucky shoving Clint before scooping Tony into his arms and taking off.
This goes on for a couple hours, but then suddenly more people slowly start getting involved.
So Clint is sitting all content in his perch, Tony is sitting on a mountain of pillows like a prize. Having succumb to his fate he simply sits there playing solitaire on his phone. Bucky is tied up in the pantry. Suddenly Pepper walks in, “I’m taking Tony and if you fight me I’ll make you regret it.”
Tony calmly climbs down from the perch while Clint throws and “adult” temper tantrum. Cries of “not fair!” being ignored as they stroll out.
Later when Tony is sitting in a meeting with the board and Pepper, Tony at the end of the table a Pepper on the opposite end. Standing tall as she goes over their budgets. She only turns to look at the screen for a moment but when she turns back Tony’s seat is empty. When the board turns to look at what she’s staring at many or amazed to see the billionaire gone.
In the kitchen twenty floors up a bag is being removed from Tony’s head. “Natasha.”
He waits til he has the other woman’s attention. “I think I’m slightly more terrified of you because I have no idea how I got here.”
Natasha just smiles.
Somehow Natasha is able to keep Tony for the next 24 hours without anyone finding him. It isn’t until Phil Coulson is going to file a report and realizes Stark hadn’t filled out his portion that he goes to retrieve the genius.
He knows for a fact that Natasha is working out in the gym, Bucky and Clint pestering her for answers as to where their favorite genius is. So with his “competition” distracted he calmly enters Natasha’s floor and heads straight for the bedroom. Inside he finds Tony curled up in a blanket fast asleep with Monty Python and The Holy Grail turned on low playing in the background.
Snapping a quick picture he wakes the genius and then they head off to SHIELD.
When they arrive Phil texts Natasha the picture with “Need a better hiding spot.”
Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.
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*Gif is not mine.*
It’s only nine in the morning, so we decide to make the trip out to Manchester first. Figure we’ll start there and work our way back toward home as the day goes on. Georgie wants to do some shopping in the city and get something good for lunch, since we really only have small diners in Wilmslow. We’re at the shops for a few hours, window shopping and actual shopping. I make myself limit my purchases, since I only have so much room in my suitcase and I’m not paying for another checked bag on the flight back.
Around noon I get a text from Trevor, checking in on me.
Hey, hoe. How was ur flight? Good, got a nap in. Hanging out with Georgie in Manchester now. Tell her I said hi and I miss her. Bring me back something cute from River Island, yeah? Do u think I have River Island money? I’ll wire u some cash. Must be nice being a rich boy. Speaking of rich boys, have u heard from Harold? Not since Saturday. Douche. Hey, be nice. He’s busy, u know that. Yeah, I know. Still. Could at least send u a text. And I could just as easily text him, but I haven’t. Two way street, ya know? So then y haven’t u? Cuz I’m not expecting anything of him. Casual, remember? Ur so full of shit. U know u still want his dick. Of course I do, but he’s in America, most likely. Not much we can do with an ocean between us. Isn’t he on a break? Could be back in the UK Who goes to the UK for a week just to come back to America for a few months? You. Fuck off. Love u too, bitch. Goodbye Trevor I’m serious about the clothes! I know you are. I’ll send you pics. Thanks boo!
I laugh and pocket my phone.
“Who was that? Trev?” Georgie asks, already walking in the direction of the River Island store.
I nod. “Yeah, says hi, and he wants me to get him something from River Island.”
“Can this be the last store? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, I’ll get him a shirt or something then we can head to eat. I’m getting hungry, too.”
I have great luck in the shop, so I pick up a button up shirt in Trev’s size, see that he’s transferred a hundred bucks into my account, and make the purchase. The shirt’s only fifty bucks, so I text him to take the rest back, but he tells me it’s part of his dad’s monthly guilt allowance, so he leaves it.
With the extra money, I take Georgie to a Red’s True Barbecue, because she has a weird obsession with American barbecue that I’ve never quite understood. She’s never actually been to America, but I described the ribs and pulled pork and coleslaw to her once, and she’s been hooked ever since. We obviously don’t have a barbecue place in Wilmslow, so Manchester or London are her only opportunities to get it, and it’s too expensive in London when she’s there for school.
It’s nearly two when we’re making our way back to our little town, and Georgie has let me drive again, claiming she’s still tired from her drive from London to Manchester over two months ago when she got done with school. I don’t mind though, because I genuinely do miss driving. It’s on our way back that Georgie grabs ahold of my left hand and jerks it into her view, nearly making me swerve into the next lane.
“Jesus! What are you doing?” I shout, trying to get my hand back. “You nearly made me wreck.” She won’t give my hand back, though, gripping my wrist tightly so I can’t put it back on the wheel.
“Where did you get this?” she asks, running her finger over Harry’s ring on my thumb.
I press my lips together and glance at her quickly before turning back to the road.
“No!” she gasps out. “Are you fucking serious? He gave you one of his rings?”
I shrug, trying to play it off. “And a few of his shirts.”
“Micky Starr Bennett! How well did you exactly get to know this man?”
“I spent a few days with him, Georgie,” I tell her, finally getting my hand back to place on the wheel. “He’s really nice, and we got to know each other pretty well.”
“So you didn’t just spend all your time together in bed?”
“No, obviously not,” I huff. “We went out and did things, we talked, we hung out with Trevor and Harry’s bandmates. I actually spoke to the guy. We got to be friends.”
“I’d say a little more than friends who fuck if he’s giving you one of his rings.”
“He said he wanted me to have something to remember him by in case we never got to see each other again.”
“That’s disgustingly sweet, but hasn’t this guy ever heard of a mobile? They’re great at being able to keep in touch with people.”
As she finishes her sentence, my phone begins to ring in the cup holder between us, where I set it when I got in the car. I glance down quickly to see Harry’s name—which I did end up changing to Harry Edward for his contact—flash across the screen, as well as a photo we took together while we were at the museum, James Dean in the background. My stomach flutters at the sight, a quick reminder that my days with him actually happened and aren’t just a figment of my overactive imagination.
“Evidently, he does,” Georgie mumbles, astonished that he’s actually calling me. Honestly, I’m a little surprised, too, considering I haven’t heard from him since the day he left. I know he had a show in Ohio and then a short break, but I didn’t know much else.
“Can you answer it and put it on speaker, please?”
“You’re gonna talk to Harry Styles while I’m in the car?” she shrieks. “I’m not prepared to hear his voice, M.”
“Oh, shut it and just answer my phone, before it goes to voicemail, you freak.”
She shoots me a glare, but slides the little answer button and presses the button for speaker when it shows up.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Hiiiiii,” Harry draws out, making me smile at the low, honey-like tone of his voice. It’s only been a few days, and I haven’t realized how much I had missed the sound. “How are you?”
“I’m good, Harry, how are you?” I ask. Georgie lets out a small choking sound beside me, but thankfully it’s muffled by the sound of the tires on the road.
“Good, enjoying my days off before getting back on the road. Where are you? It sounds a little funny.”
“I’m on the road and I’ve got you on speaker.”
“Ooh, where you headed?” he asks.
“I’m actually on my way back to Wilmslow from Manchester. Spent the morning out there with my mate.”
There’s a few moments of pause in the conversation, and Georgie looks between me and the phone. I glance down with a furrowed brow to see if the call was dropped, but it says he’s still on the line.
I hear his throat clear on the other end, finally. “You’re in England?”
I nod, even though I realize he can’t see me. “Yeah, got some time off of research, so I booked a flight and came out here to spend time with my family before school starts back up. Just got in last night.”
“You’re in England?” he asks again.
I chuckle. “Yeah, Harry, that’s what I said. Where are you?” I ask mainly to change the subject so I don’t have to answer again.
I feel my eyebrows jump up on my forehead, and Georgie’s hand clamp down over my left bicep in shock. “Yeh serious?”
“Yeah, flew in yesterday morning. We all flew back to spend time with family.”
“Oh, wow,” I breathe out. “I suppose your mum’s glad to have you home.”
“Yeah, surprised her yesterday. She cried,” he chuckles. “What are you doing today?”
I look over at Georgie for ideas, but she shrugs and shakes her head.
“Nothing. Just hanging out until my parents get home, I s’pose.”
“Can I see you?”
“What? Today? I don’t have a car. I’m using my friend’s.” The possibility of seeing Harry again is making my heart race, but the reality that I don’t have a way to get to him when he’s only a half hour away is making it plummet.
“I’ll drive out to see you. Mum’s out for a girl’s day anyway.”
“Harry, are you sure?”
He chuckles, and I can imagine him running his hand through his hair, pulling it back from his head. “Yeah. Kinda want to meet your parents anyway. They sound like proper legends.”
I groan at the thought of Harry meeting my parents. And then imagining my mum meeting Harry properly makes me groan even louder. Georgie stifles a laugh beside me, probably correctly guessing the scenarios being played out in my head.
“Oh, c’mon, love. I wanna see you. How long will your parents be out? I miss you, princess.” His tone drops to that gravelly voice he uses during sex to tease me when he won’t let me touch, and my stomach clenches. I have to refrain from rubbing my thighs together when he says, “I really need you to see you, Micky.”
I see Georgie’s eyebrows raise and she mouths, “Princess?” to me with a smirk. She’s biting on her fist to stop herself from laughing.
I clear my throat and clench my fists around the steering wheel. “Um, Harry. My friend’s still in the car.”
“Oh, fuck.” I hear some sort of shuffling. “Shit, sorry. We really have to stop talking about this shit over the phone.”
“Hey, you’re the one that always brings it up. And you’re the idiot who left his phone open on a table while you used the restroom.”
“Yeah, well you let me start talking while you’ve got me on speaker with your friend in the car.”
“I thought I had made that pretty obvious.”
He laughs. “Whatever. How much longer ’til you get home?”
“About half an hour.”
“Perfect, I’ll leave right now. Been pretty bored being home by myself. Waited all afternoon to call you so I’d catch you at a decent time for New York. Turns out I didn’t have to. Send me your address.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon, mister.”
“Bye, love. See you soon.”
Harry ends the call so that I don’t have to, and Georgie and I sit in the car in silence for a few moments, her gaze never leaving my face, which I keep pointedly towards the road.
“Princess, huh?” she finally asks, and I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Sounds a little bit like a sexual thing. Do you call him ‘Daddy?’” she asks over a chuckle, fully expecting me to deny it like she’s crazy.
I’ve never been able to lie to Georgie, however, and when I give her no response, she gasps.
“Oh, my God. You do! Holy shit. I don’t want to know. Kinky bastard.”
I have Georgie text Harry my address from my phone after we hang up, and listen to her babble some nonsense about texting the Harry Styles. I let her go on for about two minutes without saying anything, because this moment is definitely huge for our fifteen year old selves who only daydreamed about even getting to see the boys in person some day. Georgie had always been more of a Liam girl, but we could both appreciate the other boys, as well.
The rest of the trip, she asks me about how Harry was like as a person, and she sighs dreamily when I tell her he’s even more kind and caring than we could have imagined. I tell her about his love of books and poetry and how we spent a few hours just talking about nothing and everything the first night we met (I leave out that the talking happened after we’d both gone down on each other, however). I tell her about getting to hang out with all four boys when we were out in New York and finding them even more endearing and amazing after the few hours we spent together. I ask her if she knew that Louis was going to be a dad, and I feel like an idiot when she says she already knew, but she assures me that it was in a lot more gossip rags in the UK than it was in the states. I still blame spending my whole summer in the lab with my eyes glued to slides under a microscope for my lack of knowledge.
When we pull up to my house, a black Range Rover, much like the one Paul drove in New York, is parked at the curb. The windows are tinted pretty dark, so I can’t see inside, but I know that it’s Harry, most likely messing about on his phone to pass the time. I see him open his door as I park and turn off Georgie’s car, a smile splitting across my face. He looks good and very much like the uni boy he wants to be in his dark wash jeans with rips at the knees, dark brown leather boots, plain dark blue t-shirt and a pair of sunnies. He slips his mobile in his pocket and smiles as I throw open the door, skipping down the drive to meet him.
Harry opens his arms for me and I laugh as he lifts me off the ground, holding me securely to him as he spins us around. He tucks his face into my neck, his lips pressing warm kisses against the skin as my fingers make their way into his hair, having already missed the silky feel of the ringlets. I feel more than hear him hum against my skin, and I take a deep breath, savoring the scent of him—his Tom Ford cologne mixed with the mint of the gum he’s constantly chewing.
“Missed you, pet,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his face in my neck. His chest rumbles against mine, though, making me warm and fuzzy all over.
“Missed you too, H,” I sigh and turn my head to press my lips to his temple.
He finally sets my feet back in the floor, and I move to step away, but his arms at my waist pull me flush against him and his head dips down to capture my lips with his. The kiss is soft and sweet, his tongue barely sweeping against my lips, and I hum at the feeling of him pressed against me again. It’s only been a few days, but I missed him so much, and I don’t know what I would have done if I had never experienced this again.
We would stay wrapped up in each other forever, but we’re broken apart by the slamming of the car door behind me, and the sound of Georgie’s boots slowly tapping on the pavement. I nearly forgot she was still here, even though I had just gotten out of her car two minutes before. Harry pulls his head back from mine and straightens up to his full height, licking his lips. I clear my throat and turn in his arms so my side is pressed against his but we’re both facing my best friend.
“Harry, this is my best mate, Georgina. Georgie, this is Harry,” I introduce, like Georgie has been living under a rock for the last five years.
Much to my relief—even though I trust her immensely not to go complete fangirl in my drive—Georgie simply smiles and offers a wave at Harry, keeping a few feet between them. “Hey, nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, you too,” Harry smiles, and I can see Georgie press her lips together when his dimples come out. I bite my lip to keep from chuckling. “How long have you and Micky known each other?”
“Since we were—what? Nine, I think,” she answers. I nod in confirmation. “Been like sisters ever since.”
“Sure beat the hell out of the brother I have,” I joke. Tommy and I get along fine now, and we’ve never had a bad relationship, but he was the typical older brother when we were younger. I was never allowed to hang out with him and his friends, and I was the butt of his jokes well into our adolescence. But, with the five year age difference between us, Tommy was my protector—and usually cockblock—when I was in secondary and he was in uni. Scared the boys I brought home half to death, resulting in teenage Micky not getting a whole lot of male attention until he was well moved out by twenty-two.
“At least you have an actual sibling,” she counters with a raised eyebrow. Georgie has always been bitter about the fact that she’s an only child, mainly because it’s meant her parents keep a pretty tight hold over what she does. She’d always been jealous of how laid back my parents are, resulting in her spending a majority of her time at mine whenever she could, not that anyone minded.
“Eh,” Harry shrugs. “They’re not that special.”
Georgie snorts out a laugh before putting her hand out, palm up. “Alright, give me my keys, Bennett.”
“Leaving so soon?” Harry asks, genuinely surprised at her sudden departure.
“Mick’s got an empty house and I’m sure you’ll want to…spend some time together before her parents get home,” Georgie says with a suggestive raise of her brows. “I’m sure I’ll be back over later, though. Her parents like to feed me.” She smiles big and cheesy before rounding her car to get in the driver’s side. She waves at us through the window as she back down the drive before pulling onto the street.
“Come on, it’s getting chilly out here,” I urge, pulling him toward my house. The wind has started to pick up and the sun has disappeared behind the clouds, making the previously tolerable day require jumpers and jeans. I get us into the house quickly and kick off my shoes by the front door, Harry doing the same.
“Want a cuppa?” I ask, heading toward the kitchen, glancing at him over my shoulder.
Harry trails behind me, looking over the photos my parents have spread around the house. “Yeah, that’d be great.” I leave him in our sitting room to look at some of old vacation photos and go to put on a kettle.
We’ve got a variety of teas in a cupboard above the sink, so I sort through them, trying to find something that might be suitable. English breakfast tea sounds a little boring, but it’s getting a bit too chilly for a fruity tea that my mom likes. “How do you feel about chamomile?” I ask, my voice slightly raised so he can hear me.
I don’t realize, however, that he has stealthily entered the kitchen behind me, thanks to his boots being off, and he answers from only about a metre away, startling me.
“I like chamomile with a bit of sugar,” he agrees, his voice smooth and warm. I feel his arms warp around my middle as I grab for the box I want, his hands diving under the elastic hem of my shirt to my skin. His hands are surprisingly warm, except for the cool metal of his rings at his knuckles. He hums and presses his lips to my exposed shoulder. “I like this shirt.”
The box tumbles from my hands onto the counter when he bites lightly at my skin and his hands trail to hold my sides. “You smell good, too.”
“You’re gonna have to behave for a bit if you still want tea,” I tell him, reaching a hand back to wind in his hair and play with the little ringlets.
“I’ll be good, promise,” he assures, pressing more chaste kisses along my shoulders and up to my cheek. His chest is warm against my back, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into me, but he’s good and just holds me to him. “Just missed you, is all.”
I can’t help the smile that touches my lips at his confession. “Missed you too, Harry.” I turn my head and catch his lips in a short peck, not letting it progress any further since the kettle starts whistling.
Harry lets me go as I turn to switch off the burner, and I direct him to where the mugs are, just by the cabinet full of tea. I pour hot water in and submerge the little bags. There’s a platter on the kitchen table with sugar on it, so I direct Harry to grab it before leading him into the living room. We settle in next to each other on the couch and I reach for the throw blanket on the back, pulling it across my lap. It’s odd to me to be getting cozy like this in the middle of August, but I wouldn’t trade English summers for anything.
You and Bobby had been dating for almost a year now. Everyday you ask yourself how you got so lucky. You used to watch him on videos but now you see him just about everyday. Hes very busy and you are too but you guys make it work. On his free days the two of you get together. Sometimes after practice he visits you to hang with him and the other members. Your allowed to go to their dorm but you cant spin the night and Bobby always feels bad because of that, everytime you go to their dorm and spin time with them. You always get sleepy but you cant sleep there so you have to rush home and sleep and he always apologies for it.
Today the boys had half the day off so you decided to meet him at the studio and wait til they got done. On your way there Bobby kept texting you. He was so excited to see you and you were excited to see him. You haven’t seen him in four weeks and you missed him a lot. Since you guys haven’t seen each other you guys haven’t touched each other or spoken face to face. You missed his touch. You were craving for his touch.
Once you got to the studio you greeted their manager and made your way to the practice room. Looking through the window on the door you could see that the boys were all scattered all over the room relaxing. You slowly opened the door and walked in. Bobby’s head shot up and he quickly jumped out of the seat he was sitting in and hugged you. He picked you and spun you around. You were so happy.
“Y/N! I missed you so much!” He put you down and kissed you. You were trying your best to kiss him back but you kept smiling. You guys broke away from the kiss and all you could see was him smiling down to you. He gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him give you.
“I missed you too.” You kissed his cheek and turned to greet the rest of the members.
“It feels so good to see you again Y/N.” Jinhwan said shaking your hand. You nodded your head agreeing with him. You greeted the other members and went to sit down. Bobby pulled up a chair right in front of the mirror so you could see the boys from straight head.
“Tell us if we make a mistake Y/N.” B.I said before drinking some water. Bobby grabbed your hand and walked you over to the cheer and helped you sit down.
“So you can see me better.” He kissed your cheek and winked at you.
“You mean so I can see all of you better?” You gestured to the other members and Bobby just smiled at you and walked over the other side of the room. The members got in the spots and waited til the music started. Once the music started the members started to dance. You loved this song. They were dancing to Rhythm Ta and you couldn’t stop watching their every move. They danced so well. As they continued to dance you forgot that you were supposed to be looking for mistakes.
Once the song ended the members were panting and they went to grab their bottles of water but Bobby ran to you instead.
“What are you doing? You need water.” You said. Bobby opened your legs and squatted in between them and put his hands on your thighs.
“Your all the water I need.” You looked at him with a confused and shocked face and Bobby laughed at how cute you looked and kissed your forehead before going back and getting ready for the next song.
Bling Bling came on and you tried your best not to look at Bobby because the words he said was stuck in your head. You couldn’t stop think about him and his hands on your thighs. As your thoughts kept swirling around in your head you started to feel your core heat up. You looked at Bobby and he bit his lip, You shifted in your chair trying to calm yourself down and trying to get rid of the feeling that was coming from your core.
The song came to an end and the members grabbed their waters and relaxed. B.I walked up to you and asked you a question.
“Did any of us mess up?” B.I asked panting.
“Uh. Chan was a little too fast. Bobby didn’t have a lot of facial expressions either.” Chan nodded at you and drunk more water. Bobby chuckled at you and walked over to you.
“Thank you Y/N.” B.I said before walking away.
“So I didn’t use a lot of facial expressions?” Bobby asked you. You nodded your head. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.
“Wait til we are alone and i’ll show you all the facial expressions you haven’t seen.” Bobby said licking your ear. He smirked at you before walking away. Their manager walked in and spoke to them and thanked them and told them good job before leaving. The boys started to pack their stuff.
“Y/N are you coming to our dorm? We’re gonna order chicken.” Chanwoo said to you before putting on his hat and mask.
“No. I have a lot of cleaning to do and I have a conference coming up that I need to prepare for.” Chanwoon nodded his head and waved you goodbye.
“Can I come to your house then?” Bobby asked. You nodded your head.
You and Bobby waved goodbye to the rest of the members and went outside to get a taxi. While waiting for a taxi the two of you talked and smiled and hugged. You guys really missed each other. You missed his smile and his laugh. He got a taxi and you climbed in with Bobby right behind you. Bobby told the taxi driver your address. Bobby told you about all the funny moments you missed while being away. After twenty minutes of laughing you finally arrived at your house. Bobby paid the taxi driver and helped you get out the taxi. You walked inside with Bobby quickly behind you.
“I missed this place.” Bobby popped down onto the couch and smiled up at you.
“Its a lot more cleaner too.” He looked around and admired how clean it was. You locked the door and sat down next to him. Bobby shook his head and pulled you up and put you on his lap.
“Can I use your shower?” He asked. You giggled and nodded your head. You got up and went into the bathroom. You got him a towel and went into your room. Bobby had left some of his clothes in your house so he got some clothes and you handed him his towel.
“Thank you Y/N.” He grabbed the towel and kissed your cheek and made his way into the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the water. You picked out some clothes to change into so that after he got out the shower you could hop it. You sat on your bed and thought about the way his hands felt on your thigh, the way his whisper sent shivers down your back. Your core started to heat up. You rubbed your thighs trying to calm yourself down.
“Is something bothering you baby?” You looked up and Bobby was standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel that was hanging very low right under his v line. You shook your head smiled at at him.
“Obviously something is bothering you and I think I know what it is.” He smirked at you and walked over to you. He grabbed your hand and you stood up. He brought his head down and licked your neck gently. The way his tongue glided against your neck caused your legs to buckle.
“Bobby.” You closed your eyes and winced as he bit down on your neck and sucked with his teeth. As he continued to suck on your sweet spot he brought one of hands down and rubbed your core. You parted your legs so he could rub deeper.
“Is this what’s bothering you?” He looked at you and you nodded. His eyes were full or lust and love and you didn’t want the moment to end. He kissed you and cuffed your face. His tongue invaded your mouth and you moaned into the kiss. You missed this. You missed the way his tongue danced with yours. You pulled away to get some air and Bobby looked down at you panting.
“I missed you so much.” Bobby said smiling at you.
“I missed you too.” You said. He kissed you again and lightly laid you down on the bed. He hovered over you lifting your shirt up. He took your shirt off and massaged your chest causing you to moaned into the kiss. He kissed your body. He went from your neck to you stomach. He sucked on your stomach and you winced in both pain and pleasure. He undid your jeans and slid them down with ease. He lightly kissed your inner thigh. He undid your bra then kissed your chest. Bobby slid your underwear off and brought his lips to your core. He opened your core and gave you a long light lick.
“B-bobby” You moaned his name. He smiled at you and winked. He continued to bring pleasure to your core and you were going insane. He stuck a finger inside of you and you arched is back. His finger went deeper and deeper inside of you causing you to see stars and gasp for air. He stuck another finger inside of you swirling them around hitting your gspot,
“Your so tight. God i missed being inside of you.” He removed his fingers and licked the juice off of them. He undid the towel and let it fall. You didn’t notice how hard he was until the towel was on the floor. He opened your legs and rubbed his tip against you slowly.
“Can I?” Bobby asked you. You nodded your head and he slowly entered you. The pain came first but slowly started to go away as you adjusted to his size. You smiled and nodded and he started to slowly roll his hips into you. You brought your legs up higher and wrapped your arms around his neck. Bobby quickened his pace and held your legs up so he could go deeper.
Bobby switched positions. He leaned back and sat on his needs and pulled you up. You pulled on his neck and brought him closed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pounded into you harder and harder. You’ve never done this position before and it felt so good. The both of you were moaning so loud and sweating. Your core was soaked and he hugged you tighter.
“I cant hold it. B-Bobby. Please.” You pleaded for him to let you cum but he didn’t stop. Your plead only gave him more and more energy. His thrusts became rougher and he started to pant in your ear causing you to reach your climax more.
“Ahh. Fuck. Uhh.” Bobby moaned in your ear and lightly bit it. That threw you over the edge. You climaxed moaning out in ultimate bliss.
“Ahhhhh. Bobby.” As you climaxed he rolled his hips into you one more time before shooting his load into you. The two of you panted and looked at each other smiling. He slid out of you an laid you down. He kissed your forehead.
“I was gonna ask you to shower with me.” He said causing you to laugh.
“Was this your way of asking.” You asked him rubbing your throat.
“Yes.” Bobby replied. The two of you laughed and he carried you into the bathroom. The two of you showered before going for round two.