#harrison drabble

[bradshawsbaby]

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.” With Harrison? Pretty please? 🙏🏼

Harrison Knott, the man that you are! I’ve actually never written for him before, so I hope I did him justice!

Your lips curved into the faintest of smiles as you felt a kiss ghost across your temple, convinced you were having a lovely dream. But when you felt another kiss brush against your cheek, you started to stir, realizing that the warm, sturdy body hovering above yours was more fact than fantasy.

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you lifted your head off the pillow, groggy and confused, especially when you glanced at the clock on your bedside table and registered the fact that it wasn’t even 6am.

“Harrison?” you mumbled with a yawn, barely able to keep your eyes open as you laid your head back down and curled up under the blankets.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered, his voice low and tinged with a bit of his own sleepiness. “Just didn’t want to leave without giving you a kiss goodbye,” he chuckled sheepishly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your back.

“Leave?” you demanded, your eyes flying open this time. You sat up immediately and pointed out the window, where the canvas of the sky was just being painted with strokes of purple, pink, orange, and yellow. “The sun’s barely up,” you told him with a pout.

“I know,” he laughed, leaning forward to peck your lips. “But right now’s the best time to hit the beach before the tourists show up.”

It was only then that you realized your boyfriend was wearing nothing more than a pair of board shorts, the gym bag where he kept his wetsuit sitting next to the bedroom door.

“Don’t go,” you protested, pushing the covers back so you could lean forward and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “Stay here. With me,” you grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips for emphasis.

“I thought you wanted to sleep in,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and lowering you onto your back, stretching his massive frame out on top of you. “Hm?” he teased, dropping soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“I believe my exact words were, ‘I want to stay in bed all morning,’” you corrected him with a smirk. “Didn’t specify what we’d be doing.”

“Oh?” He lifted his head, gazing down at you with an arched brow.

“You can go surfing tomorrow,” you whispered, reaching for the drawstrings of his board shorts.

His breath hitched as he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours. “Staying in suddenly sounds like a really good idea.”

late night prompts

[erosmutt]

　★　Captain Save A Hoe　⨟　H. Solo

PART ONE

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo, Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Thrawn

﹙pairing﹚︰Han x DARTH VADER'S APPRENTICE!reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Master let his little apprentice go on a mission all by herself. It took some convincing from the Admirals, but she soon found herself on Tatooine, searching for a certain smuggler, and their run-in is far different than what she anticipated.

﹙content warnings﹚︰semi-public sex, bathroom sex, quickie, blowjob, face-fucking

﹙word count﹚︰2.0k

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.01.14

Every time you step into the conference room, you absolutely dread what's to come.

Rebels this, rebels that. Stationed here, stationed there.

The only plus to this specific meeting was that for once, Tarkin was not the one doing the talking. It was Thrawn.

"This man is not to be underestimated."

You sit at the table, fingers drumming on the surface in a steady rhythm, the only sound other than the soft beeps and boops of the control module as Thrawn navigates it, although both are being drowned out by your Master's obnoxiously loud breathing.

Nobody is really paying attention, for that matter. Except Tarkin, as always, kissing the Empire's ass.

Your eyes, previously clouded and distant, suddenly focus as the Admiral's words lift your veil of contemplation. You look up at the flickering screen displaying a mugshot of a man who, at first glance, seems unremarkable. "The man in question," Thrawn begins, his voice echoing through the conference room, "is Han Solo."

An involuntary scoff leaves you, drawing the attention of every high-ranking officer present. You lean forward slightly, your demeanor a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Pardon the intrusion," you interject, your tone measured. "but, what exactly makes him so perilous? He looks utterly unexceptional."

Unfortunately, Tarkin is the one to speak this time. He scrutinizes you with an intensity in his narrowed eyes that can only be perceived as disapproval, which it is, because he does not approve of you. However, he tolerates you.

"His danger lies not in his outward appearance, but in the information he possesses, and the circles he keeps. He's a smuggler, one with a network of contacts that stretches across the Outer Rim and beyond." He takes a breath before continuing, eyes never leaving your face. "Solo has been known to associate with the likes of the Rebel Alliance's top leader. His ship, the Millennium Falcon, is used to ferry critical information and supplies to the Rebellion's strongholds."

Maker, what an earful.

Tarkin's gaze turns back to the mugshot, distaste clear on his face and in his voice. "Furthermore, he's been a thorn in the side of the Empire. He's evaded us for years, always slipping through our grasp at the last moment. In doing so, he's become a symbol of defiance, a beacon of hope for the discontented masses."

Is he done yet?

"Perhaps you'd like to aid in his capture, since you have such curiosity."

Of course not.

"Excuse me?"

The pale blue of Tarkin's eyes fall back on you, studying your expression. "I recommend you take personal charge of this mission to apprehend Solo. Your... unique skills and background may prove invaluable in navigating the underworld he inhabits."

A sound akin to a garbled scoff is heard from beside you. It's clear that Vader isn't happy with this new development. The Grand Moff, ever the antagonist, raises an eyebrow. "Do you disagree, Lord Vader?"

Yes, he does disagree. One thousand times over, absolutely. Yet for some reason, he can't find it in himself to argue with the Admiral today. A few moments of silence pass before Vader speaks.

"Very well."

That's how you found yourself on Tatooine.

Fate decided you would be dropped onto this podunk, backwater planet, and so here you are, feeling stranded on the desolate sands of Tatooine. The scorching heat of the binary suns above bears down upon you, your skimpy clothes given to you for the mission doing little to shield you from the temperature.

Vader had told you he had an inkling that the rogue would be lurking in one of the planet's countless cantinas. Sure enough, as you make your way inside of a particular dive bar, his intuition proved correct.

It's loud. Too loud.

The raucous noise of the patrons and music combined is an unwelcome and very stark contrast to the usual eerie, dead silence you've grown accustomed to in Imperial dwellings. It all grates on your ears, overwhelming you. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, they fall upon a familiar face across the room.

Han Solo. Just the man you want to see.

A warmth pools in your tummy as Han's piercing brown eyes meet yours, a cocky, charming grin spreading across his handsome face. Despite there being three girls at the table looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars just for them, you feel an inexplicable pull, a magnetic attraction drawing you towards him. Straightening your short skirt, the leather of it creaking a bit, you take a deep breath and make your way across the crowded cantina, weaving between the tables and assortment of patrons.

He sits at a sabacc table, boots kicked up onto it making no difference on the scratched up surface, his lips now fixed into a lazy smirk on the death stick between them as he plays the game with the ease of a seasoned gambler. As you approach the table, Han's eyes rake over your curves, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat beside him, a silent invitation. The others present, a mix of humans, humanoids, and aliens, eye you warily, sensing your potential competition.

"Well well," Han drawls around the stick in his mouth, his voice like velvet and sin. "Join us, darlin'." He gestures to the seat beside him.

As you settle in, your hand finds his arm, once again making a heat pool in your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric of his sleeve, the firmness of his bicep beneath your fingertips. You lean forward slightly, looking at his hand.

Leaning forward, you watch as Han takes a long drag of his death stick, the embers glowing bright in the dim light of the cantina. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a challenge in his gaze, a dare to match his audacity.

The cards laid out before him are just a jumble of patterns and numbers to your untrained eyes. You have zero idea who has the advantage, but you're not here to play sabacc. You're here for him.

You hesitate for a moment, your stomach fluttering nervously as you glance towards the cantina's entrance. The noise of the crowd fades into a distant murmur. Han's presence, his raw charisma, is utterly consuming.

Suddenly, you remember the reason you came here. To apprehend him. Why does he have your body warming with attraction? You stand up a bit abruptly. "Excuse me," you murmur, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremor in your voice. "I'll be right back."

Once again, you weave your way through the ridiculously crowded cantina, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way to the refresher. It's a welcome respite from the chaos, the air slightly cooler and less smoky. You stand at the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes wide and bright. You look... excited, almost manic. You turn on the sink and splash some cool water on your face, trying to snap out of it and compose yourself.

As you dry your hands, another woman steps out of one of the stalls, approaching the sink and turning the water on. "Watch yourself with that one, sweetheart." She warns, tilting her head to the door, referring to Han. "He's trouble." She takes the towel from you, drying her hands. Just like that, she's gone.

The door swings right back open, revealing Han's imposing figure, the smell of smoke and whiskey brought with him. He strides in, each step eating up the distance between the two of you. At 6'2", his tall, muscular frame seems to dwarf the small bathroom, making you feel small and insignificant. Han leans against the sink, looming over you, his gaze boring into yours. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not let out a whimper.

"You said 'right back,' didn't you?" His deep voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine. He hits a fresh pack of death sticks against his palm before tearing it open, tossing the paper onto the floor, and extracting one. With fluid motions he places the death stick between his lip and flicks open his lighter. Shielding the flame with his large hand, he ignites it, the embers glowing.

"Looks like the party's here now," Han sighs, flicking the lighter closed and setting it beside the pack on the counter. His eyes never leave your face. The air is growing thick with tension, the scent of smoke mingling with the lingering floral aroma of the hand soap and your own fear. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, realizing the precarious situation you've gotten yourself in.

Thrawn was right. He is not to be underestimated.

"Loth-cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He asks, growing agitated with your silence. "C'mon, darlin'. A pretty little thing like you, comin' here for a good time then runnin' away?" Han pushes off the sink, beginning to circle you. As he stops behind you, he stares with a heavy gaze, taking a long drag of his death stick. The smoke curls around his head like a sinister halo. "You know sweetheart," he taps the ash off the stick into the sink. His hand comes to rest on your hip, pulling you towards him, your back hitting his chest. "I could show you a real good time."

"A good time?" You question, laying your head back against his chest. "Mhm," he leans down and presses a kiss to your jawline, then to your neck, giving your pulse point a teasing flick with his tongue. "Turn back around f'me, sweet thing, face me." He murmurs, and you comply, now facing him. "On your knees."

"Yes Captain." Your voice in your ears is barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in against your chest as you drop down to your knees. "You know what to do, sweetheart." Your hands find and undo his belt, the metal clasp falling open with a soft clink. Dragging down his zipper, you tug at the waistband of his pants, freeing his hardening cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, the musky scent filling your nostrils.

Tentatively, you wrap a hand around his velvety shaft, stroking it with a light touch. Han inhales sharply, his hips jerking forward slightly, seeking more contact. You lean in, flicking your tongue out to taste the pearlescent bead of precum glistening at the tip. The flavor spreads across your taste buds, salty and slightly bitter, but bearable.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, before taking Han's cock into your mouth. Inch by inch, you sink down, lips stretching around his girth. The head of it bumps against the back of your throat, making you gag reflexively. You fight the urge, determined to please him, to get him in Imperial custody as quick as possible.

Han groans, tangling a hand in your hair. "Kriff, hold still dollface," he mutters around the death stick before tangling his other hand in your hair, beginning to guide your movements. He sets a relentless pace, fucking your mouth with short, hard thrusts. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, hands on his hairy thighs. Your jaw aches, your neck strains, but still, you take him deeper, until the tip of his cock nestles in the tight clutch of your throat.

He grunts, grip tightening in your hair, holding you in place as he hilts inside your mouth. You shut your eyes, the tears that welled up in them finally spilling down your cheeks. With a deep, guttural moan, Han empties his balls down your throat. "Ohh, Maker," he drawls. "Swallow," he whispers hoarsely. You swallow, the hot, salty essence of his cum making you gag.

Finally, Han pulls out, his softening cock slipping from your used mouth with a wet pop. You gasp for air, strands of drool and semen connecting your lips to his crotch before they snap, decorating your chin with a sheen. You look up at him, eyes pleading and desperate. For what, exactly? You have no idea. Your dignity, perhaps.

Wait a minute. Aren't you on a mission right now?

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[cloveroctobers]

🌱 SPENDING SPRING WITH THEM! 🌱

A/N: just something I wanted to write for fun since I’m most likely not doing individual full prompts this year for the season. Yet I still kinda am! You get what I’m talking about if you’re familiar with my other works lol!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE! + I’m using: ³⁾ “you never came to bed last night.” / ⁴⁾ “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast.” | ⁷³⁾ “clerk said they only have one room left.” / ⁸⁸⁾ “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!” | ¹⁹⁵⁾ “i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.” / ²⁶⁴⁾ “you’re so warm.” | ¹¹⁵⁾ “you have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.” / ²²⁷⁾ “it’s too loud in here. i’m going to start biting people.” | ²¹⁷⁾ “i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.” / ²⁹⁹⁾ “i brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.” | ²⁸⁾ “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.” / ¹¹²⁾ “can i help with your hair?” | ¹⁶¹⁾ “you broke his fucking nose!” / ²³⁸⁾ “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

WARNINGS: language, most likely fluff mixed with bickering, angst and not the best strategy dealing with a breakup, haven’t seen CABNW so hopefully I’m not too far off writing Joaquin but I’ve been locked on Danny since OMB lol so don’t drag me too much if it’s not up to your standards, and I’m mostly taking a chance writing for some new characters so let me know if they should be added to the list to continue writing for from time to time? + if you read each one, which one was your favorite? 💕

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁

[ANTONIO DAWSON]

“You never came back to bed last night.” His words might have sent you shooting straight up into the air if you weren’t feeling the consequences of your actions.

You just stepped back into your shared bedroom, more so creeped—and that’s on TLC! Into the space, expecting the man to be in the shower (you underestimated what time it is) so you could easily slip back into a ball in bed.

Swallowing the liquid you previously slurped down you give a dip of your head, “Yeah, it was a late night. I might have crashed on the couch for a little while but I honestly can’t recall.”

Antonio blinks, “That’s not healthy, you know?”

“Please.” You sip at the energy drink in your hand again and fan your hand at your boyfriend who’s sitting on the bed, dressed for work, “Just a little spring cleaning never hurt nobody.”

Lies.

His dark eyes flick to your hands, watching as you quickly pop some pills from your other hand and chug the rest of your drink, “Tell that to the bruising on your body you’re probably taking those pills for.”

Frowning you reply, “…and how exactly do you know there’s bruising?”

Antonio gets to his feet with a sigh, “You got out of bed to clean and that means I can’t sleep, so I got up to finish some paperwork. Don’t think I didn’t hear that big ass bang either.”

“And you didn’t check on me to make sure I didn’t break my neck?!” You cross your arms.

Antonio rolls his eyes, knowing this was coming, “Did I say that? Course I did but when you’re embarrassed and don’t want my help you always tell me to mind my business so guess what? I did.”

Scowling you move around the room in annoyance now, plopping on the bed and wincing as you did so but not without whipping your head back to the man who grabbed his jacket from the nearby desk, dark eyes still set on you.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Antonio snickers, “I’m an asshole because I did what you asked? Okay baby, you got it. Next time wear shoes when you decide to mop the floor at 1 the morning, that way you reduce the risk of busting your ass.”

You’re a huffing mess because you know he’s right and the last thing you want to do is feed your boyfriend’s ego.

It’s silent but Antonio is amused without saying anything. He walks over to you, hand going up underneath your chin but you’re dodging his touch.

“Hey don’t be like that,” he says gently getting you to finally look up at him, “All you had to do was ask me to help but instead you wanted to be sneaky.”

“Would you seriously get up to help?”

Antonio pretends to think about it, “At 1 in the morning?…Probably not, no.”

Leaving you both to share a laugh, although you would have preferred not to.

“Is it bad?” His eyes are scanning over the rest of your clothed frame before meeting your eyes again, “Because when I saw you sprawled out on the floor like a chalk outline…I’m not gonna lie, you had me a little worried, mi amor.”

“I’m not telling.” You look away, sticking your nose up in the air, making Antonio snicker, already having an idea.

He sighs but it’s loving as he gets a good look at you, thumb caressing the side of your cheek now. “Fine then, do what you’re gonna do. But please try and get some proper rest now. Then eat something.”

Lucky for you, you had the day off but if you didn’t you were sure someone would have called out for you.

“This is all the breakfast I need…” you shake the empty can, “and maybe a kiss to feel better.”

Antonio laughs as you tilt your head back and pucker your lips, “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast. But a kiss I can do.”

He pecks your lips three times as a silent way of saying he loves you before going in for a fourth, letting that one linger, so much that you’re tempted to make a call yourself on his behalf until he pulls himself away.

He lets out a breath, “I’m gonna be calling and checking on you, alright? Be good, kid.” He lightly warns with a point of his finger.

Which you can’t help but to bite, making Antonio almost regret clocking into his shift as he sat down at his desk, shaking his head with a smirk while he brings his clasped fingers up to his mouth, deciding to listen in on Voight telling them all about a new case.

[DANTE TORRES]

Torres meets you back outside in the misty foggy morning. The passenger side window is cracked down enough to hear and see him as he announces, “clerk said they only have one room left.”

It wasn’t that big of a deal but there was something in Dante’s green eyes when he said it. Like he was trying to read your reaction but you didn’t give him one. This case was a lengthy one that required a lot of driving outside of the city and you both got the clear to rest up for a few hours before continuing on.

Despite you thinking it wasn’t a big deal, your heart rate might have spiked spotting the singular bed in the decent but stuffy smelling motel room. You paused briefly in the door way before you realized Dante was behind you.

His tone often gentle, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up while he declares, “I’ll take the couch.”

It’s so small, small enough to fit a toddler and looked itchy and you were sure he would have to ball up like a cat loaf to get all his limbs in there.

Your throat felt dry but you just give a dip of your head although he’s already moving into the room before you. There were light taps of spring rain that hit the windows but that was not enough to erase the sudden tension.

“You can have the bathroom first, if you want?” Dante brings his attention away from the files he spread out on a near by desk.

You clear your throat, “Cool. I’ll be back to check for bed bugs.”

“After you check the bathroom for cameras.” Dante added, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips.

You wink at him for knowing you so well before you take time to yourself in the bathroom. When you arrive back with a can of spray, you find the covers tossed back.

“I already got started,” Dante informs now sitting on a desk chair, “Of course you can quadruple check me before you get to spraying. I’ll be in the bathroom.”

It’s your turn to give him a tired smile as you whisper to him on his way by, “Thanks, Torres.”

“No problem.”

Once deemed safe, you find yourself being antsy pacing the room and even glancing at the files yourself until you feel your eyelids get heavier. The shower just turned off and you make your way to the window, ready to fully close the dusty curtains until you see a critter just chilling on the window.

It’s small, round, and spotted like a cow.

Regardless…it was enough to make you let out a scream and immediately jump away from the window with your knees high up in the air.

“You okay?” Dante says from around the corner, toweling his buzzed hair.

You suck air between your teeth as you shook out your hands, “No, I’m not okay! There’s something in here with us.”

Dante is on alert now, peeking around the area wondering how someone could have gotten into the room. “Where?”

“The window!” You point as he slowly enters the room dressed in a white tank and if you didn’t have fear in your heart, you might fold at the sight of his arms in full.

Dante cautiously makes his way to the window, peeking behind the curtains and then even out the window before he finds the insect crawling up the cool glass. His wide eyes slowly turn back to you, “…Are you serious? That’s a carpet beetle.”

“Its a need to go beetle.” You correct with sass and there’s a bubble of laughter in Dante’s throat.

He’s grinning, “I thought someone was on the outside looking in on you but it’s a bug. A harmless bug.”

You scowl as you start scratching at your arm, “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!”

Dante frowns, “…What if it has a family?”

“What if it lays eggs on our brains while we’re sleeping?��� You exasperate before reminding, “After all you’re the one that’s staying closest to the window.”

“So…you want me to shoot it?” Dante rubs onto the back of his neck while teasing and you want to crawl away.

Iritation takes over, “I don’t care what you do, get rid of it Torres or I’m sleeping in the car.”

“It’s cold out there,” Dante shakes his head with a sigh, “You are aware you’re a cop right? A cop that’s afraid of bugs.”

“And you’re gonna be afraid of me if you don’t handle it.”

Dante laughs raising his hands in the air, “Whoa, okay! I see how it is. Let me just find some paper or something.”

You move to stand on top of the bed, arms folded as Dante moves around the room, stopping to look up at you, shaking his head before using an outdated pamphlet to guide the bug onto. He slowly turns towards you, stepping forward with the pamphlet and making you yelp as he playfully tries to set it onto the bed but moves it immediately after.

“I think I’m gonna ask for another partner if you don’t start respecting me!” You yell at his back as he shortly left the room.

He knocks on the door for you to let him back in but you take your time getting to it and peeking to make sure he’s empty handed.

“You’re cute you know that?” He says to you on his way by, making your heart thud against your chest.

However, externally you scoff as Dante attempts to get comfortable on the couch.

“Shut up, Dante.” You throw yourself into the covers, with your back to him.

Dante comments after some comfortable silence, “Don’t worry…your secret is safe with me, officer.”

Which felt equivalent to him saying you would always be safe with him too.

And you believe it.

[JOAQUIN TORRES]

Being up on the roof of your apartment building at night became a regular routine, with or without Joaquin. It initially started out as his idea in the first place, that one always had the brightest spontaneous (stupid) ideas, whereas you weren’t the biggest fan of heights and sure you could blame it on a frequent case of vertigo but it’s never been your thing.

You remember getting in trouble back in elementary, throwing your sneaker at the gym teacher because he tried to get you to engage with the rest of the kids that were up on the cargo net. You even had a ex who was into extreme sports and heavily into climbing and hiking. You’ve seen that movie, “fall,” and was NOT here for any of it, your family often wondered how that relationship even went on for that long when you two were complete opposites.

Now here you were, seated a good distance from the edge of the building, wrapped up in a blanket peering up at the night stars. There’s a creaking from behind you, the door opening and a smile appears on your face before he even speaks.

“i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.” He greets you with his kindle tucked underneath his arm as he gets down to sit right beside you.

He’s been gone for weeks now, fulfilling his duties as the falcon and making you miss him all while trying not to stress out over his well-being. It’s strange how someone can go from being a complete stranger to possibly one of the most important things in your world.

You take your time meeting his eyes and every time you’re face to face again, it’s like the both of you are tracing each others features to make sure not much has changed. “Gee thanks, I appreciate the feedback: falcon_fan5202.”

Joaquin beams at you, “Damn and here I thought I was being discreet with my screen name.”

“You? Discreet?” You dip your head staring at him underneath your lashes before you both share a laugh.

He shuffles closer to you, shoulders brushing as he looks away for a moment to stare at the same sky. He’s of course happy to be back to see his family but most importantly to see you.

Joaquin couldn’t get to the apartment fast enough, ready to tell you the bits and pieces of his new world but you always figured out the in between since you were a writer so you had to know it all from his mouth. This was the first time you were requested to write on the falcon and you were patient getting Joaquin’s input on it before you did so.

He wanted to be surprised once the article released but knew he was in your good graces for the most part, so he didn’t feel like he had much to worry about compared to other cruel writers.

You bump his shoulder, getting his attention, “All is well?”

He grins, “Sure is! Never better.”

“Alright then, drink up.” You nod your head to the to-go cup that holds a decorative sleeve to protect his hands from the heat.

Reaching forward he grabs it, “I hope this is secretly liquor.”

“Oh please, as if you weren’t celebrating every other night you had a win wherever you were. That right there my friend is that good ol’ herbal tea.”

Joaquin scrunched up his nose playfully, “Oh boo abuela, boo.”

Which makes you shove his shoulder while he laughs, nonetheless he sips at it, sucking in some air after he gets it down his system.

“I’m glad that wasn’t that crappy Earl grey tea.”

You snort, “You don’t know quality.”

“Sure but that definitely wasn’t it,” he disagrees, “The whole grey aspect is very fitting. Felt like drinking liquified cement and it’s definitely top three of the worst things I’ve had to drink.”

There’s a smile on your face as you’re rolling your eyes but you can’t help but to rest your head upon his shoulder, closing your eyes as you listen to him go on a tangent about some specific health tasks he had to engage in when it came to training.

It was good to have him back.

Joaquin realizes that you’ve gone quiet, which isn’t anything foreign as you often were a good listener. However he can’t help but to rest his head right on top of yours, thrilled to have you just as close again.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs with a smile before taking another sip of tea.

You hum, “All credit goes to the hooded Sherpa poncho you brought back from one your many adventures and this blanket. I’d share but…I don’t wanna.”

Joaquin laughs as he peers down to see that you were in fact wearing the poncho and that brings even a bigger smile to his face, “How kind of you.”

“Hey, I’ve already saved you some tea on this moody spring night.” You lift your head to pull the hood right over your head as the wind picks up.

“And I appreciate that, honey.”

There’s goes that look, as if you were the stars in the sky that were with him when he needed you the most during those missions.

You reply, “You better.”

He presses a kiss to your brow while you tuck yourself back into his side.

“Welcome back,” you breathe.

Joaquin looks out into the city lights, “It’s good to be back.”

‘With you.’ He thinks and your inner thoughts are just the same.

[KELVIN HARRISON JR.]

Kelvin is staring over at you adoringly.

He even lets out a chuckle seeing the pink of your tongue peeking out from the corner of your mouth while you put the last finishing touches on your painting.

He’s dressed in neutrals and you’re as colorful as a field of tulips. The air was fresh, high sixties but felt even warmer underneath the sun. It really was the perfect spring day as you sat across from each other painting portraits of one another.

“Stalker,” you playfully cough into your fist after putting your paintbrush to the side.

Kelvin gives you a blank look, “Wasn’t the task to admire each other and replicate it on this exact canvas in front of us? I was down to paint the park but nooo you wanted to make this difficult.”

“Who said that? Art is all about expression isn’t it? And there’s nothing difficult about this face, love. Please act like you know.” You place your hands on your hips, posing while Kelvin smiles at you.

He also admired your confidence.

“You’re not wrong…but you might feel a little different once you see my outcome.” He admits, muttering that last part as he jokingly puts his head down and scratches at the back of his neck.

You laugh as you reach for the bottle of sparkling lemonade and take a sip, ignoring Kelvin’s waiting hand for it next, since he was the main one who said he shouldn’t be drinking this considering he thought he had acid reflux. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Subjective, maybe?” He rewords, “Kinda like how I think chowchow’s look like cracked out Tasmanian devils but they’re like your top three favorite dogs.”

Frowning you squint up at the sun, “Actually I want a Affenpinscher.”

“A what now?” Kelvin crains his neck out, “I don’t know if I want to know what that even looks like but I’m pretty sure you said different this morning when we were getting ready to come out here.”

You tap your chin and shake your head, “No I don’t think so.”

Kelvin blinks, “You said their blue tongues make them even cuter.”

“Hearsay.” You flick your hair over your shoulder, while Kelvin caresses his facial hair trying to keep his breathing in check.

The man shakes his head at you, “No…you say! Are you trying to gaslight me right now? I know a chowchow beats afrobuttsniffer or whatever the hell you just said.”

You can’t help but to throw your head back in laughter, knowing just how to annoy your man. Reaching out for his hand, he smacks yours out of the way making you gasp.

“What? I didn’t know if you were trying to get me like those aunties in church who like to pinch you when they catch you not listening to the lord’s word.” He holds his hands out innocently.

You snort, reaching back out this time to actually whack his thigh since he smacked your hand first. He allows it with a laugh of his own before you lean back, stretching your arms above your head until he’s reaching around towards you, quickly making you hold your fist up, while rolling your right one to defend yourself.

“No way you’re thinking about beating me up when I’m just trying to eat some fruit,” he gives you a side eye as he plucks the container of raspberries from your side.

You lift your shoulders letting your fist rest, “Can’t catch me Slippin’ either.”

Kelvin rolls his hooded eyes, then he pops a few pieces of the red berries into his mouth before placing it to the side of him, talking with his mouth full, “Let’s do the big reveal on 3, not 2.”

“Okay.” You nod, picking up your mini canvas from its easel.

The both of you meet each other’s eyes, amusement clear in your faces as you count together before spinning your artwork to the other’s.

“You have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.” Is the first thing Kelvin comments, making you frown.

Tilting your head to the side after glancing at your work you reply, “That sounds like you’ve been waiting to get that off your chest because what does that have to do with my painting?”

“Painting is one of your many strengths, driving is not.” Kelvin informs, holding your stare, and peering at you underneath his hooded eyes.

You scowl, “Now that’s a backhanded compliment.”

“What? I was just thinking about the ride back and praying that we don’t hit anymore curbs…yet you made me look good, like 90s Denzel good.”

Leaning your elbow on top of the canvas resting on the blanket you say, “Well you are 90s fine so it’s not like it was hard.”

“But parallel parking is,” he’s snickering and you’re strongly considering pinching the shit out of him now, “Thank you, baby.”

“No, keep your thank you’s,” you hiss, “You made me look like Mrs. Potato head.”

“You can be my Mrs. Potato head.” 

“You suck!” You yell ready to toss a wet paintbrush right at his handsome face.

“Yet you love me.”

“Ehhh…debatable.” You give shaky hands making Kelvin gasp but there’s a dimpled grin threatening to slip onto his face.

He’s got that devilish look in his face as he tosses his canvas to the side, crawling over to you on his knees and then he pounces on you, knocking you over onto the blanket.

“Why was that necessary?” You peek up at Kelvin who’s lounging above you, just smirking.

“Cause I like getting on your nerves as much as you like being on mine.”

“it’s too loud in here,” you flick one of his necklaces making him give you a confused look, “i’m going to start biting people.”

Which sounded like an excuse to get violent to Kelvin.

Kelvin laughs, “Hol’ up now friend till the end, we’re at a pretty tranquil park and don’t need you locked up because I don’t know if you’re gonna make bail.”

“Well…that Mufasa money might say different.”

Kelvin rolls his eyes, “I don’t know if you know this but…I played scar.”

“And what does that mean?” You tighten your stare, silently daring him to say something you wouldn’t like. You were his biggest hype person and it never went unnoticed.

He exhales, not wanting to take it there, “That I also got that dog in me like Andre from Victorious once said.”

“Leon doesn’t like being referred to only that role.”

“Damn you know him?” Kelvin raises a brow, making you slide a hand up the side of his neck, smirking to yourself, “…But I get it.”

You nod pulling him down so you’re chest to chest glancing at his plump lips, “Yeah and I prefer this brotha right here.”

It’s Kelvin’s turn to smirk after licking his lips, “Say less.”

[CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN]

“i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.” You say into FaceTime, patting the back of your hand against your forehead after re-entering your home.

Chad was always the one to bring you out of your shell and of course the bars were coming more alive now that spring’s breezy weather, part sun, and low percentage of rain for the night decided to stick around.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I thought I accidentally called my grandmother Delia instead of you.” Chad is as sarcastic as ever, earning a swift middle finger from you.

He laughs while you disappear from screen to retrieve your notepad and bouncing pen. Chad is quiet for a moment, eyeing the beauty of you as you’re scribbling onto the pad, appearing to be busy.

“Can’t you like, do that another day? I mean we’ve been in this new town for months and we should get to enjoy it instead of constantly working ya know?” Chad attempts to persuade you as you scoff out a laugh.

It wasn’t work to you, simply a hobby.

You peek back at the screen, “I get wanting to have freedom, since we all definitely deserve it but I promised Mindy and I’s neighbor that I’d make the front of the home look nice.”

Chad gives you a look, “You mean the redhead neighbor that she’s screwing? Something tells me she doesn’t give a shit about flowers.”

You and Mindy were sharing a two bedroom townhouse in this coastal town, which was something all of you were not used to! Whereas Chad had his own space about fifteen minutes uptown, which still wasn’t far enough for Mindy but that was yet to be determined.

“…Are you avoiding me because I let Tara crash here when she came into town?” Chad suddenly blurts out, making you scrunch up your nose.

Your nose twitched and you scratched at it, “Why would I be avoiding you over our friend?”

“I don’t know…” Chad starts, “Do you think something happened? I know she sent you a story of us when we went out to your DM’s and you gave a thumbs up emoji…which isn’t really your thing.”

Your reassurance was not strong, “Chad babe, it’s not that deep, honestly.”

“Yet I feel like it is,” Chad asserts, “When’s the last time we even hung out for awhile—gone on dates—

“I don’t know you tell me.” You snap and Chad widens his eyes.

He’s figures you out.

“You know it’s not like that with me and Tara, hasn’t been or really been in a long time. You’re mine and no one else is and I want you to know that, okay?” He guarantees, always being the one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

You sigh, “That’s great Chad. I’m gonna go.”

“No…not when this doesn’t feel right.”

“We’re fine!”

Chad urges while he wants to hold your stare from behind the screen, “Do you mean it?”

“…”

“Yeah no, that’s not good enough for me, baby cakes.”

That cringe pet name doesn’t even get a reaction out of you and that’s how Chad knows it’s bad. It’s not like he didn’t ask you if it was okay for Tara to stay with him. Sure you and Mindy had a sofa bed that she could have used yet she chose Chad’s one bedroom that he wanted you to move into with him. Although you said it was fine it still felt odd since the two once had a thing and you were always in the background.

You took the leap of faith and made yourself heard once Chad was officially back on the market and actually taking time out for himself. Which you didn’t want to disrupt but you got tired of constantly bottling up how you felt. It sorta just happened after you admitted your feelings but it wasn’t some fairytale.

Not in this story of your lives.

He didn’t immediately share his feelings since he was in shock that you would actually go for a guy like him.

Which also made you want to horse kick him for even thinking that.

You took things as slow as possible and that works for the both of you, although time was always limited.

“The roses are calling, gotta go love you bye!” You rush out, hanging up the call, leaving Chad to let out a long groan at his apartment.

At least you said you loved him still?

Yet that didn’t make the athlete feel any better.

You’re unsure how long you’ve been in the front yard, the sound of birds chirping happily gradually began to fade as the sound of waves hitting the rocks in the far distance began to pick up took over, while you consistently switched over the vibrant flowers into brand new pots that you dragged Mindy and her…friend Van to get last weekend. It was team work dragging bags of soil into the cart but you three made it work all on your own. Chad even set the picture Mindy sent his way of you kissing your bicep and stepping on the bag of soil as his screensaver.

The guy was ridiculously in love with you but here you were feeling a way about Tara. A girl that you did consider a friend but felt a way about her being here on her own last weekend.

Sharing an apartment on her own with your boyfriend!

Mindy told you that Tara was actually dating and exploring around herself in a city named Tarnșoara, which so happened to be outside of the country that she lived in with Sam, and that you had nothing to really worry about but your mind can definitely pay tricks on you.

Normally you’re not rough handed when dealing with your garden but the thoughts took over and made it appear as if it you were taking it out on the flowers.

“And you tell me I’m heavy handed.”

It’s not the voice that haunts you but you still find yourself pointing the trowel up on alert.

“Hey! It’s just me, your dream guy and boyfriend! And I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t add any more wounds to this glorious body.”

Exhaling you drop the gardening tool, “Chad! What’re you doing here?”

“Well it’s been awhile and you weren’t answering my texts.” He’s sheepishly standing above you, clearly holding something behind his back.

You’re frowning, patting the pockets of your apron for your phone as you ask, “What time is it?”

You see it’s dinner time and the last time you talked to anybody it was after 3PM.

Check ins are crucial in this friend group.

“Wow…time really got the best of me.”

Chad laughs a little, eyeing the work you’ve done, “I can see that…can I help with that last pot?”

“Um…yeah, as soon as you show me what’s behind your back.” You get to your feet.

The twenty-something year old tilts his head to the side, peeking at you from one eye, “Don’t you trust me, babe?”

You feel your head nodding before your thoughts can even give you the wrong idea.

Chad pulls out the item he’s holding behind his back, revealing it to you, “I brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.”

A crooked smile appears on your face as you hold your hand out for the box of pastries, “Are they gluten free?”

He rubs at his neck, “Um…not sure. Don’t tell me you suddenly have an allergy to gluten? I can always return them and get you something else. Like a branch in some olive oil maybe?”

How creative!

You snort, “No, no. I’m just fucking with you, this is great really, thank you.”

It was one of your favorites and this means he was thinking of you so of course you were grateful.

The little things do matter.

Chad lets out a whistle, “Nearly gave me another heart attack, girl!”

“Another?” You question.

“Uh yeah…after I sat on the situation I can see how I was wrong and maybe even disrespectful to you and I’m sorry about that.” Chad looks you in the face to show you how genuine he is and deeply inhales, “The last thing I would ever want to do is ruin what we have over not understanding each other’s boundaries.”

Your heart swells, “No it’s not only on you. I needed to communicate better and I didn’t even know I felt icky about it until after I said it was okay. It’s not really your fault, you were just being a friend. A good one.”

“Aw, you think so?” He sways from one foot to the other, “How am I on a scale of 1 to 100 when it comes to being a boyfriend though?”

You bring your eyes together, “You really want me to rate you, right when we’re trying to make up?”

“Well…I brought you your fav carbs, against my coach’s judgement.”

Of course he contacted his new coach about this!

“I’m sure you’ll work it off in the morning after we indulge in these.”

He pops up at the mention of, “We.”

“Oh…you’re inviting me into your home? I don’t know if your husband would like that?”

You laugh resting the box on a side table that’s sitting on the porch for now. When you turn around, Chad’s already doing the honors of moving the roses to the last open spot.

Leaning against the railing you say, “No husband yet, I’m still pretty young.”

“Noted,” Chad dusts off his hands and smiles over at you, “Can I stay for dinner?”

You stare at him for a moment and roll your gloved hand out, “Come on in.”

Chad nearly runs over to you, lifting you from the steps with one arm. He sets you back on the porch so that you’re face to face and you hold onto his chest.

“I love you so much.” He tells you.

You nuzzle your nose against his, “I know. The feelings mutual, peanut.”

He whoops, throwing a fist in the air as he lifts you by the waist to kiss your lips. “Hear that everybody! My baby loves me again!”

“Chad,” you giggle as he sets you back on your feet, “Let’s get inside, the temperature is dropping and I can use a shower and food.”

His brows are wiggling as you turn from him to head to the front door, “Am I also included in this shower of yours?”

“Depends what you do with those croissants.” You smirk over your shoulder.

Chad grins as he charges after you, “I make a mean breakfast roll on a croissant that even the French would be jealous! So yeah, it’s safe to say I’ll be taking that shower with you.”

He closes the door behind you before he quickly opens it back, snatching the flaky box of pastries off the table and locking the door before chasing you up the stairs.

[JEY USO]

Weddings in spring could be interesting…not something you necessarily would have picked for your own but the things you do for your cousin/bestie! You were fighting to stay awake, seated on the toilet in your robe rubbing in the whipped butter into your skin while trying not to fall over.

You’re a giggling mess and unsure what time it was but a time was definitely had at your cousin and Sikoa’s wedding.

“WHERE DEM FANS AT?! WHERE DEM FANS AT?!” You can hear Jey screaming from your attached bedroom, it was clear he didn’t care what time it was either.

Laughing some more, you screw the top back onto your moisturizer and stumble getting to your feet but catch yourself. So you may have had one too many as well but at least you weren’t having your own concert, risking the police to come knocking at your door.

Gasping to yourself after closing the drawer to one of the bathroom cabinets, you spot Jey dancing in the doorway, performing the line dance, disappearing and coming back again with a half eaten burger in his hand.

“Hey, you better not have touched my food.”

Jey scrunches up his face, head thrown back into view, “Uh…what’s gon’ happen if I stole a couple of fries? That’s right, nuthin!”

Sucking your teeth, you turn hoping the room wasn’t spinning and couldn’t wait for the meds to kick in as you charged out of the bathroom after turning the lights off.

You’re tempted to jump right on his back but Jey turns around, waving the burger towards you and stepping as he sung, “Oh whoa oh whoaaaaa!”

There’s a crooked smile on your face as you shake your head. Jey loved this song so much at the reception, he had the DJ play it at least four times until he got dragged away from the dance floor by Jimmy and Jacob.

He was boisterous and so proud to witness his baby brother become a husband. If he had it his way, he would have been the DJ the entire night since the DJ did fumble all entrances into the hall.

“Yeah, remind me to not hire this fool for my wedding.” Jey said loud enough in the lobby as he stood with the rest of the groomsmen and Solo, earning snickers from most, while you tried to keep your heart steady as he sent a wink and grin in your direction.

You’re too busy day dreaming to realize Jey all up in your face.

Your head goes back, “Damn, can I help you, Joshua?”

His face is serious as it’s locked on your eyes while he slowly chews, “How’d you get that?”

“What?” You deadpan as you’ve heard this before, “This ass? I’ve told you before Bobby Valentino—

Jey shakes his head waving his hand along too, “Nah nah. We’ll get to that later…I’m talking about your eye.”

“What’s wrong with my eye?” You frown slightly turning in the direction of the full length mirror tucked in the corner in the oversized master bedroom, “Don’t tell me it’s finally swollen from all that awful pollen?”

Jey watched as you moved from him in your robe, before quickly following after you to stand behind you in the mirror. He crossed his arms while you leaned forward to see a black ring underneath your right eye.

“I didn’t even notice it after spending all that time making sure the makeup was off,” you shrug, lifting a finger to poke at it to see if it hurt but it didn’t.

Not to say it wouldn’t in the morning!

Jey scowls, “Neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.”

You chuckle, “Well yeah because we’re having a midnight dinner in bed.”

Just as you mention the food you stopped at the drive-thru to get on the way home, your stomach rumbled like thunder. Jey doesn’t even bother to make a joke since there’s evident anger in his frame now.

“Jey, it’s fine.” You reassured, lightly squeezing his bare arms before you try to go around him but he blocks your movements, making you raise a brow, “I know you’re not about to play with me when it comes to my food, Joshua.”

He barks back, “Seems like you’re playin’ with me since you won’t tell me what happened.”

“I don’t even know if I remember what happened!”

“Try!”

Tilting your head to the side at his tone you attempt to reason with the glossy eyed man, “You really think if something went down with me when you went off to change that you wouldn’t be the first to know about it? As big as y’all family is along with my dad’s side of the family? Come on now! So let me eat my damn tenders in peace.”

Jey pinches at his bottom lip, thinking it over in his drunken haze. You’re seated on the bed, peeling open the box with force now, feeling yourself getting hot although you just showered. Jey was usually the dancer and wants to fight when under the influence, whereas you tended to laugh at almost everything and wanted to hug on everybody.

Right now?

You didn’t want to hug this man since he messed with your time to eat.

“So…you remember something since you said it went down while I went to change.” Jey started as he plopped on the bed, almost knocking over your sauce before leaning on his elbow.

Guess he wasn’t that drunk!

Holding onto one end of the chicken tender you tap it right against Jey’s nose, making him swat at you with a frown. “That chicken ain’t that good to slap somebody. And I’m not just anybody.”

“It’s good to me, now be quiet.” You sass.

Jey’s still ready to debate, “You think I’m not gonna find out?”

You sigh as you take your time chewing, hoping he goes to sleep but you forgot who you were dealing with as he pokes you.

It’s your turn to swat him from poking you in your boob again, “You’re acting as if someone did it on purpose…”

“I dunno, did they?” Jey rolls his head to the side now as he presses you.

You shake your head, letting some more slip out, “It was an accident to that exact song you’re obsessed with. Cousin Lasa didn’t mean it, you know the boy is lanky.”

Realization passes over his face, Jey rubs at his jaw, “Cousin lasa huh? I’ve been meaning to drop him on his head since he was born.”

You smack his shoulder, making sure it hurt, “Don’t do him like that, he’s just a kid.”

“A kid that looks twenty-five.”

“Isn’t he like fifteen?”

“I know there’s a five in there somewhere…that’s good enough to get a beat down in my eyes.” Jey decides.

“Okay, now you’re doing too much.” You shake your head, “Go back to singing.”

Jey says, “I’m just standing ten toes down for my woman, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing until you’re talking about terrorizing a whole child.”

“He’s six foot one! That ain’t no child.” Jey maintains as he stares at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“Leave him alone!”

Jey groans, “This how you gonna be when you bless me some boys of our own? S.O.F.T.?”

You hum, “I don’t know, ask me when you end up with girls. You’ll be just like Ro.”

Jey laughs, “Yeah, whatever. Man gets to decide anyway.”

“So now you’re an endocrinologist?”

“…yeah, yeah I’ll sign the documents as soon as we leave the venue.”

There’s a frown on your face now as Jey lets out an obnoxious yawn, briefly closing his eyes. You shake your head at the man, laughing to yourself some more as you shove more fries into your mouth.

It’s giving chipmunk as Jey peeks at you through one eye but he obviously finds you still to be the cutest thing, “can i help with your hair?”

At the mention of the classic pin up curl bun, you suddenly feel all the Bobby pins shoved into your hair. “As long as you don’t rip the pins out like last time?”

“I wont, you know I gotchu girl.”

“Do you?” You ask with humor in your tone, “I couldn’t tell after the threats you were making towards a entire teenager and a family member at that!”

Jey scoffs looking for his phone but you grab his neck, catching his attention as you squeeze, making him peer up at you then down at your lips. “I Always got you, don’t you ever doubt that and remind me to set a reminder to give Lasa a call in the morning.”

“No,” you whisper before placing your lips right on his.

And let’s just say…Jey wasn’t fighting you on this one.

[ZILLA FATU]

“You don’t need that hoe.”

You would have missed his voice if Bhad Bhabie’s diss track from your AirPods didn’t just fade out. It was ironic really that the song just ended and this man was lingering to the right of you while you ran your errands.

You’re holding onto a pastel Christmas tree, that was actually kinda ugly but you had to get your home ready for Spring and Easter and a few more decorative pieces wouldn’t hurt. Honestly you didn’t get it either, not every holiday needed a tree but overconsumption knew how to target you.

Stretching a smile onto your lips, you hold Zilla’s dark stare while you place the tree right into your cart. Who the fuck was he to tell you what you didn’t need?

“Oh it’s like that?” He rests his hands on the cart, briefly breaking eye contact to peer into your cart, which was filled with a couple of things he was also sure you didn’t need but it was clear you were going for bright and bold.

Pausing the shuffled music with a sigh, you take your time answering him since you had a feeling you weren’t about to leave this store without him harassing you. “Hell yeah it is. What do you want, Isayah? I got places to be.”

He doesn’t hesitate, looking over at you from underneath his lashes, “What do I want? You. I thought that shit was obvious?”

Resting your arms against the handle of the cart you breathe out a laugh, “Cheating on someone you claim to love while they’re up in the hospital is a funny way of showing it.”

The both of you broken up at least a month ago and Zilla hardly faltered reaching out to you. It was to the point you were ready to file your own restraining order against him. It was too much, him constantly showing up, calling with you not picking up the phone, showing up to your job that you threatened you would let the dogs out of the cage to bite him right in the ass if he didn’t get away from you, sending flowers, and even paying for any of your routine appointments beforehand.

He was feeling the guilt as he should.

While you were in a minor car accident, he was out in the club you told him to stay out of and the night that you didn’t go out with him, it all went to shit.

“I know ma, I know.” Zilla hung his head low, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I fucked up. None of it meant anything, it was stupid type shii. It’s my fault and I’m always gon’ be sorry about it.”

You’ve heard the excuses plenty of times before. He even tried to hide it until the proof got sent right to your phone and it wasn’t somebody random, it was someone who was a friend of your best friend’s. You always said you didn’t trust her since she was known for sleeping with people’s men, you often joked that your best friend was lucky she was a lesbian or else she would have to be careful but look what happened!

This was all a mess that you didn’t want to be part of but Zilla put you in this situation. For as long as you’ve know him, since you were kids and he got locked up for constantly doing stupid shit, you still held him down even if it was only as a friend then.

Look where that got you.

“I don��t really care for your apologies,” you shrug your shoulders, “I just want you to leave me alone like you did in that hospital.”

Zilla tightens his hold on the end of the cart, “I eventually showed up.”

“And showed your whole ass. You broke his fucking nose! He had to see a plastic surgeon because of you, when he actually walked away from the crash just fine until you pulled that shit.”

Zilla immediately sucked his teeth knowing it was only a matter of time before you brought that man up. Of course he jumped to conclusions hearing that you had some dude (a co-worker who was actually happily married) in the passenger side of your car and the fact that he stayed around for you and got smart with Zilla? Yeah Zilla swung and he knew he shouldn’t have but what’s done is done.

“What am I supposed to think when some dude that’s hanging around you that I don’t even really know puffs his chest out to me, mayne? He tried to keep me from seeing you, disrespected me and I’m just supposed to take that? Nah.” Zilla argued, his brows furrowing.

Deeply inhaling you respond, “He was doing us both a favor. You were fucked up and didn’t have a clear mind. The last person you needed to worry about is me not being loyal. I would never do you dirty how you did me. That’s not my character but you couldn’t give me that same grace. You’re lucky your ass isn’t locked up since I talked your team into splitting the cost of what his insurance wouldn’t pay. And talked him out of pressing charges.”

Zilla didn’t know that part, just the fact that it was handled and no one showed up with cuffs to bring his ass back to jail.

“You did that for me?”

“I didn’t do it for you,” you snap, “He’s my friend and a good guy. He didn’t deserve your bullshit so I figured it out.”

Despite you saying this both you and Zilla knew it wasn’t only for some guy you worked with and considered a work friend. If you didn’t care about Zilla you wouldn’t have been around this long. If you didn’t love him or even yourself enough, you would have stayed in this unhealthy pattern.

“Regardless of what your mouth says…thanks for being bout it.”

You roll your eyes, looking away to the shelves again but there was nothing else to really browse. Zilla takes his time looking at you and although it was clear you now wanted to be anywhere else but here, you were still the baddest thing he’s ever had.

“Let me take you to lunch, I know that ass is hungry by now since you’ve probably been at this since eight this mornin’.” Zilla tries to persuade you while you stare at him as if he’s transformed into an alien.

Scoffing you say, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“You’re out and about walking around with a boot on your foot, I think you can roll with me.” Zilla nods his head towards the exit.

Shaking your head you’re firm, “No.”

“Whatchu mean no?”

“I don’t know how else you want me to say it.” You answer, “You think going to lunch to see how I’ve been when you know exactly how, is going to fix things? You got things you need to figure out without me so do it. When I said I was done I meant it. So if you’ll step to the side—

Of course he doesn’t move, even when you’re ready to ram him with cart. His dark stare is fixated on you, a look that could make anyone shrivel up in fear and listen to him.

You didn’t scare easily.

“You maybe done but I’m not.” Zilla tells you, “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

That makes you frown.

“Yeah, yup. I’ll admit it.” Zilla explains, “Not once did I ever enter that club with intentions to hurt you as bad as I did. I know what we have is good and something I’ve been holding onto. I’m a fuck up, it’s what I do but you know better than anyone that I’ve been trying to get right and I was doing aight until that night. I ain’t never loved nobody as hard as I love you. I made a poor choice, I came to my senses as soon as I woke up. You’re my whole heartbeat and when I realized what I did…it felt like it just fell out of my chest.”

“…you tried to hide it. But I knew something was up and it wasn’t just because you were lit and chose violence.”

Zilla nods, “I was hurting too and took it out on Lil Fizz’s twin.”

That actually makes you laugh and you want to push it back down where it came from.

“You need more space…I can try my best to give you that but it’s far from easy because you know I need a heart to keep going.” He informs and runs a hand down his face trying to hide his vulnerability, “As corny as it sounds it’s anything less but true. I miss you. I want you. I need you.”

Sure anyone could fold if you look at the history between you two. You were two years older than him, always looking out for his best interest, even when he had his moments of not wanting to hear you out, but there was a time where there were talks of having a future together and even had a scare which would take things to new heights. This shit wasn’t just for fun, the both of you were locked in.

Yet he picked the lock.

“I hear you, I do but I’ve got to get going.”

Zilla’s shoulders almost deflate, “Aight busy woman, I guess I’ll let you go. Take care of that foot and yourself.”

He wanted nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder and go home together. However today wouldn’t be that day.

After that interaction you have no interest of looking around the store or even buying what you had in your cart. So being one of those people you unfortunately ditch it in one of the aisles and hobble out of the store.

“I’ll be seeing you in two weeks!” Zilla calls out to you.

You pause seeing him posted up against the store building.

Quickly your brain tries to remember what’s happening in two weeks and realize it’s usually a spring break trip that happens around this time. Sikoa sent you the details back in January and he was the designated host, it was basically a birthday trip although his damn born day is in March, his girl morphed it into a part two celebration since she was a April baby herself.

“You’re going on Sikoa and Nai’s birthday trip?” Your head is tilted to the side as you stand on the sidewalk, “We must be in eternal hell.”

Zilla laughs, “Guess we got our redemption arc and all that. There’s still room for more though.”

His hint throwing was not subtle at all.

Scoffing you fold your arms, “…Sounds like a set up to me.”

“I mean…I could have just shown up to the airport on your ass but I heard you already put down your portion, so there ain’t no backing out now. You’re gonna have to see some more of this mug whether you wit it or not so…enjoy your space, ma.” He says into your face after pushing off the wall, even going as far to roughly kiss the side of your cheek on his way by.

And you glare over your shoulder, watching as he hopped in the passenger side of his ride.

Guess it was your turn to have problems with the whole bloodline.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 -ˋˏ ༻❁

FIN.

[ddejavvu]

Hiii I was just wondering if I could request some Han Solo x reader? Like maybe him with a super soft shy reader and Han just has the biggest soft spot for her, like maybe she gets injured in a fight or smth and Han is all sweet and doting towards her (or as sweet as he can be 😭) love youuu

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

his own brand of sweetness <3

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"I told you not to rush in there," Han's voice is stern as his face wrinkles with the force of his frown. He's peering down at your arm, a gash stretching from shoulder to elbow from where a sharpened staff had caught you in the heat of battle. It's not as deep as it is wide, which is a small blessing, but it does sting, moreso when Han slathers it in antiseptic.

"I was trying to help you," You protest feebly, "They were shooting at you."

"Uh-huh," He glances incredulously up at you, "And I was shooting back. That's what a fight is, sweetheart. If I hadn't gotten to you in time, they'd have plucked you off of that spear and hung you on the wall."

"I think I helped, though." Your voice gives way to a slight cough, courtesy of the smoke inhalation you've suffered, "'Cause they got distracted when they saw me and that's how you got through."

"They got distracted 'cause they saw you as an easy target! You should let Chewie and me take care of the stupid stunts," He corrects you, stretching a strip of gauze around your bicep, "And I mean stupid; that was braindead, sister."

Humbled by your injury and Han's lecture combined, you grumble, "You are pretty good at stupid."

"Incredible." He marvels, sitting back and looking at your half-wrapped arm, "I'm sitting here, playing medic because you decided to run face-first into an entire Imperial fleet, and you're sitting here telling me I'm a moron."

"That's because you're yelling at me for trying to help you," You level him with as vicious of a glare as you can manage, "Face it, Han, you can't shoot your way out of everything."

"It's never failed me before," He insists, finishing up the dressing on your freshly cleaned wound, "But thank you, brave warrior, for charging headfirst into a fight you were hopelessly outgunned in, and making me circle back to drag your lifeless body back onto the Falcon."

Thank you for distracting them, is what he really means, but words like those could never come directly from his mouth. You know their translation though, and you grin proudly, "You're welcome, Han."

[valkyyriia]

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Words: 407 CW: None | SFW Pairing: Harrison Gray/Reader (unnamed, female pronouns)

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Harrison looked up from his book to see his partner eyeing him with an intensity that both concerned and intrigued him.

“What’s with that look on your face?” Harrison asked, amused. After slipping a bookmark between the pages of his novel, Harrison set the book down and moved in front of her.

“Oh, nothing!” She replied, smiling sweetly up at him. 

“Yeah, I don’t buy it,” Harry replied with a gentle flick to her forehead. “I don’t even need my curse to be able to tell that you're lying.” 

She pouted. “Can’t you just let me have this one?”

“If you want to sneak something by me, you’re just going to have to improve your poker face, sweetheart.” Harrison’s smirk was positively debonair.

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re just a bad liar. It’s one of my favorite things about you.” 

Her pout somehow became even more adorable. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink and she looked away.

“Hey now,” Harrison chided, and reached for her chin to gently, but firmly, turn her head back towards him. “I’m being serious. Your honesty is one of your most attractive features.” 

The Fairytale Keeper’s blush grew even darker. “Harry,” she whined. “You can’t just say things like that.” 

“And why not?” Harrison asked with mock innocence. “I thought you liked it when I told you the truth.”  Her eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact. She would have turned her face away entirely if it weren’t for Harry’s fingers securely holding her chin.

“I do, but…” 

“But?” Harry’s eyes sparkled with affectionate mischief. 

“But it’s embarrassing when you compliment me so freely.” 

“That’s what makes it so fun,” Harrison replied with his usual teasing smirk. “When I tease you, your cheeks turn this adorable shade of pink. They almost resemble my second favorite thing in this world: strawberry milk.” He punctuated his sentence with a sweet kiss to her very pink cheek.

“How do I know you aren't just messing with me?” She asked, petulance lacing her voice.

“You're just going to have to trust me, aren't you?” Harrison said, releasing her chin and pressing another kiss to her forehead. She sighed half-heartedly.

Suddenly, her eyes shot back up to Harry’s, the pout traded in favor of a perplexed frown.

“Wait, hold on. Second favorite?”

“Second favorite,” he confirmed and pulled her into his arms. He rested his chin on top of her head. “My favorite thing in the world is you.”

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MO!!! We love drabble day!

“your eyes shine when you smile. I love it.” and goofily smiling in your very first kiss with Harrison? Pretty please? 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Not much would fix me, but one single kiss from Harrison Knott would! Enjoy my sweet Robyn!

Drabble Day

“You really should keep better track of your things,” you tease, flipping through a stack of records. You grab one and slot it in the back, messing up his meticulous organization system. One day he’ll figure out it’s not teenagers mixing up the vinyls, it’s you.

“I didn’t know I’d need my ID!” Harrison yells back, rifling through the cupboard he keeps his things in during a shift. He had hair on his chest, why was he being carded for a local band show?

The exasperated indignant noises he lets out make you giggle as you continue to mess up the vinyl filing. The shop is so different at night, illuminated only by the decades old lamp that Harrison flipped on when he unlocked the door. It gives the space a moody ambiance, the street lights twinkling like stars outside the window.

The back door slams and Harrison comes out, waving his ID like a Jeopardy prize. “Ready to go?”

“Finally,” you joke as he joins you by the door, the lamp illuminating the soft curl of his hair as you push his shoulder.

“You know, you’re pretty mouthy for someone who cries during the solo in Bohemian Rhapsody.”

A comeback is lost in your throat as you watch him laugh, bodies scrunched in the doorway as he fiddles with the key. A lifetime of friendship and suddenly he’s right there. You can’t help the dopey smile that overtakes your features at his beauty.

The street light stars reflect back on your faces, little pinpricks of light reflected in your eyes. Harrison traps his lip between his teeth, a flush working its way up his collar. “Your eyes shine when you smile. I love it.”

Your grin widens, giddy at the proximity. The intimacy. “You’re such a sap, Knott.”

His face is so close, and the nervous excitement below your skin has you laughing through a grin. You can see the sun-influenced freckles on the bridge of his nose as he leans in closer, the air stilling with anticipation.

It’s hard to tell who finally closes the space between you, your noses bumping when your heads don’t turn fast enough. Your goofy smile melting with his mouth, finally united after too many years.

When you finally arrive at the gig and join your friends, no one thinks twice about Harrison’s arm around your waist. Or the dark spot below your jaw he promises isn’t noticeable.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Harrison Gray - Afterglow

• suggestive content (mdni!)

• drabble (wip for a harry smut i'm working on)

• harry × gn reader (in this part) + told in 2nd pov (?)

• mainly just about post-coital intimacy and sleepiness, but i felt like getting a lil poetic w/ it.. lol

> dividers from this post

Harrison’s breath gradually starts to slow as he begins his descent from the height of his climax, body still buzzing with pleasurable sensations. His heart thuds loudly against his chest, pressing light, soft kisses across the expanse your neck and shoulders, teeth grazing your skin as he nuzzles his face against it.

Leaning into Harrison’s ministrations as best you can, you aim to press a soft kiss to wherever you can reach, boneless from exhaustion. Was that his jaw? His cheek? Doesn't matter, you're too tired to think, blissed out and likely not walking for the next week.. or two. Hazy eyes look over at him, smile curling your lips higher as you meet his minty gaze, the butterflies in your chest taking flight.

A chuckle escapes Harry's kiss-swollen lips, his breath warm against your face as he eyes your form, and the number he's done on you this time. So much for just a quickie.. you both should've known better; once you get started, you won't stop until you're ready to pass out.

"You’re the best kind of ruined right now," Harrison purrs, his voice low and husky as he looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eyes your sated form. His own body feels warm and languid, content as he lays by you, riding out your highs. Your own response is a slightly less loose grip of his hand, an unintelligible murmur neither of you will remember come morning anyway.

As you enjoy his quiet touches across your skin, you feel yourself dozing off, fighting the losing battle against sleep-heavy eyelids. Breath evening out slowly, it rhythmically hits Harrison's neck in gentle puffs. Harrison looks over at your body, looking like a marionette whose strungs have just been cut, sprawled across his chest in the beginnings of sleep.

Harry's lips curve up into a fond smile as he watches you asleep atop him, his arms wrapping around your limp body to cradle you against him lovingly. He presses a light kiss against your forehead, trying not to wake you (not that much could in this state); his fingers brushing softly against your skin, tracing invisible shapes against your back. The gentle kindness he usually showers you with unparalleled in the honesty that shows in his fondness when he thinks you aren't looking. For a brief moment, Harry thinks to himself that maybe the fox in this fairytale might be happy until its awaiting bitter end.. so long as he's got you by his side until then.

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[eternallyfrustratedwriter]

I'm in Harrisons route right now and -

ARTHUR???

[eljeebee]

“Hi,” she said in a sing-song way. “This is Priscilla Wuest, is this the right number for Kai Leiko?”

“I heard you have information about the…disturbances…in the city…may I ask for a little bit of your time, Mr. Leiko?”

“Haha! Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble! Someone gave us a tip. So, shall I see you now?”

“Work? Ah. Of course. I’m sorry. Hmm…why don’t you come here instead? 223 Windsor Drive. Oh, don’t worry, it’s fine! It’s urgent. See you tonight!”

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Leiko,” Priscilla forcefully smiled. He was barefoot. Sucking in her teeth, “Why don’t you come in? Tell me about what you saw by the consignment store?”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Leiko! I hope I didn’t scare you. The object you brought might be the lead for our investigation.”

“God, am I – am I really helping?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Evening, lov – who’s this?”

“Hello darling. Just my informant. I hope you don’t mind.”

“A-Ah, hello! I’m Kai Lenko. Officer Wuest invited me in for questioning, can’t believe I’m actually helping Bridgeport. There’s a monetary reward, right? Right?”

“Yes, yes. Come to the City Hall tomorrow. Good night, Mr. Leiko...”

“Are you pouting, Tony?”

“Inform me next time, sweetheart. We’re undercover.”

“I wouldn’t be able to retrieve that one substance you lost…you really need to double check in securing your things, lovely.”

“Thank you, darling,” a kiss and a smirk. “I’m glad Albert’s not here. He’d give me an earful.”

“What’s that for anyway?”

“Experiments…?”

“Really? It smells familiar. Like the perfume you wear?”

[erosmutt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀thinkin'⠀ ﾉ⠀bout

﹒fwb!modern!Han﹒ requested by my sweet boy kujo @schizo-toddhoward Han is such a meanie dickhead asshole and this is more of the Han I have in my head as opposed to canon, so, yeah!

On top of a blanket in the back of a big black jacked up pickup truck is not the most ideal spot to have sex, but it'll do for Han, so it'll have to do for you too.

"God, you're into this, aintcha? Everybody passin' by, seein' the truck rockin', they know exactly what's goin' on," he grins. It's hot out, the sun is beaming down on his shirtless back, his upper body covered in a sheen of sweat.

You nod, panting, your legs on either side of him, your back hurting from the ridges in the bed of the truck. Why does he have to be so-- he delivers a particularly deep thrust, making you lose your train of thought and let out a pathetic moan.

"Han," you moan his name, your hands finding his shoulders, nails raking across his skin. "Han, Han, stop, someone's c-coming," you cover your mouth, looking over. He sighs heavily and stills his hips, looking over where you are. He rolls his eyes and looks back down at you. “So what if someone sees us, you like an audience?” He teases, punctuating his words with a hard thrust. "Yeah? You like that baby? I feel ya tightenin’ 'round me. Such a dirty little bitch,"

"I'm not," you whine before your words fade into a loud moan as you arch your back. Han's soft brown hair bounces as he moves, and he looks down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, his perfect smile making you even more delirious. "You are," he pants, abs flexing. "but you're my dirty bitch. My girl, yeah? Say it."

"I'm your girl," you moan, feeling shameful, but also shameless at the same time. You aren't his girl, not really - the two of you are just friends. Well, fuck buddies more like. All you two do is fuck whenever he pops up at your place, and maybe, if he's feeling generous, he'll take you for a drink, or he'll order food, or take you for ice cream. What a gentleman Han is.

"Damn right." He grunts. "Have you been taking your pill?" He pants, feeling his orgasm near. He knows you aren't, because you haven't been complaining to him about the side effects, but the temptation of cumming inside you is so overwhelming, especially when he knows there's a chance he'll knock you up. You'll have his baby, and you'll be stuck with him. Good. You shake your head. "No, h-haven't- just pull out,"

His thrusts get quicker, the truck rocking with the effort. "Fuck, okay," he mutters. He repositions himself so he's sitting back on his heels, his big hands on your hips, holding you in place as you squirm and cry his name. "hhuh, ahh, nngh," he lets out a low groan as he hilts himself inside you, spilling his seed into you, throwing his head back. You're too caught up in your own orgasm washing over you, your thighs quivering, to notice that he didn't pull out.

As you come down from your high, you see that Han's cock is resting on your mound, pearly white cum pooled just below your stomach. "How're you feelin', baby?" Han asks you, voice and cock softening. You smile and giggle, cheeks flushed pink. "Good," you drawl. "feels good. Thank you," he returns the smile, pulling away from you and hopping down onto the ground, tucking himself back into his jeans. "Anytime, baby. Just gimme a ring and I'll be right here."

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[ddejavvu]

pairing: han solo x reader

summary: han knows how to reset your attitude

contents/warnings: based on the line 'you could use a good kiss!', condescension, brat!reader and subsequent brat taming, use of 'sister' as a pet name as he uses it for Leia in the movies (ie. not the way you'd use it towards an actual sibling), don't like don't read.

You call storming after the hotheaded captain through the corridors of his rickety ship justified, but Han calls it ridiculous.

"Han Solo," You call with a growl, you voice ragged and rough with indignation, "This is not what we agreed on!"

"You don't call the shots around here, sister," He lets out a deprecating bark of laughter at your anger, but his amusement fades the more doggedly you pursue him, "This is my ship, and I decide what we smuggle."

"And you've decided on rathtars?" You shriek, "They could massacre us all with only one tentacle, and they've got dozens!"

"That's why they're gonna be in cages," Han drawls, sounding for all the world like he's never been more exasperated, "C'mon, princess, y'think I'm stupid or something?"

"Pretty frequently, yeah!" You gush, ramming into his back when he stops in the doorway of his quarters. You haven't caught your balance yet when he whirls around, but he grips your jaw and leaves the steadying to you as he plants a firm kiss on your rage-stained mouth. There's not a whole lot of tongue, teeth, or anything kind, it's forceful and near-bruising. It's not a gesture of affection, it's a lecture, a chastisement, a scolding.

He breaks away and his eyes hold reproach as he levels a warning glare down at you, your face still held in his hands.

"There, crazy, 'that fix 'ya? I know what I'm doing, I wouldn't bring something onto the ship if I thought it was gonna kill us."

They're angry, you want to say, but Han's kiss has effectively silenced you, your jaw aching gently in his large hand.

He seems satisfied with this, knowing you wanted to fight but seeing that you'd chosen to secede, and leans in once more. This time it's a reward, a sweet, kind thing that he's happy to give you.

"Good." He decides, letting go and retreating into his quarters, knowing you'll follow at his heels the way you always do, "Just ignore 'em, baby. I'll do the dirty work, just pretend they're not even here."

[valkyyriia]

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Sincerity

Words: 308 CW: None | SFW Pairing: Harrison Gray / Reader (unnamed, feminine pronouns) Note: I was writing something else for a prompt and this came to me in the middle of that. Whoops. Not posted on any other sites.

People always say actions speak louder than words. 

Intentions can easily be hidden with embellished statements or fancy adjectives or sweet nothings; a compliment here, an exaggeration there. It is far more difficult to obscure falsities behind one’s actions. 

Harrison Gray is no exception to this. 

The Curse of the Lying Fox certainly results in a disproportionately high number of spoken falsehoods. However, though his voice will oft facilitate untruth, his gentle touches belie the soft cadence of his words. 

The truths that his words obfuscate are made clear by the sincerity behind everything he does. A guiding hand to the back when walking together, the way his gaze would settle on her from across the room; Harrison’s actions betrayed an honesty that he could not speak aloud. He would take her into his arms when he returned from work and press a tender kiss to the top of her head in greeting. When she was sad, Harrison would brush his lips across her cheeks or her forehead. When he was working, Harrison would often return home with small gifts such as flowers or a trinket he spotted in a store that he thought she would enjoy. No one could mistake the things Harrison does for anything other than the actions of a man in love.

Sometimes she found herself doubting Harrison’s words, but she could never deny the love and care that he bestowed upon her day after day.

When she met Harrison, she didn’t expect him to so quickly become an irreplaceable facet of her existence. He is a standard; an expectation in her life. Where she goes, Harrison is soon to follow. Her future is factually bound to his. 

Harrison may not be the most honest man out there, but he was hers, and he loved her unconditionally. She wouldn’t have him any other way.

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[attapullman]

37 from the smutty prompts for harrison? 👀 (also happy drabble day! <3)

Happy Drabble Day! Thank you for participating, Sophie!

I haven't written for Harrison for so long, he's just so delicious 🤤

Drabble Day

The saltwater drips onto your skin as he leans over you, his sneaky grin colliding with your face as he steals a kiss. “Harrison, no, seriously!”

He draws back and gives you an unamused look. The beach is busy today and you’re in your own mind about PDA. But all he wants to do is touch you.

“It’s just one little kiss.” He gives you an exasperated look.

And you give him one right back. “And it’ll be just as good at home. Now go surf. Ride the wave or whatever it is you do.”

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he shakes his head at your flippancy. Those extensive shoulders rolling as he picks up his board again and heads for the water, turning back to shoot you a smile. 

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

The morning escapes as you lose yourself in a book, and it’s nearing noon when you hear the rest of your group finally join you on the beach. Setting up their own chairs and umbrellas, coolers of drinks shared between friends. Someone calls out Harrison’s name and waves him over for lunch. You turn to see where he is.

The wetsuit is already around his waist, tanned skin glistening with a mixture of sweat, seawater, and good genetics. Thick chest out on display, shoulders bulging with the weight of his board. His eyes are the exact color of the ocean, even from here. 

A primal urge shoots through you, desperate and hungry, and you dig your nails into your palm to quell its rise. He’s not just pretty, he’s breathtaking.

You’re still counting your breaths, oblivious to the group, when six feet of beefy surfer comes to stand in front of you. He’s asking what’s on the menu, but all you can focus on is the way he peels the skintight suit from his body, swim trunks too low on his slutty waist. When did your mouth get so dry?

“Babe, did you need something?”

He’s noticed you staring at him, with the same wide-eyed admiration he normally gives to you.

Suddenly uncaring that everyone is right there, you stand up and tug his hand, your other slyly making its way against his torso to feel the sun-warmed skin. “I, uh, I need you. Now.”

Your sandwich has been eaten by a friend and the waves are choppy when you return from Harrison’s car. With your swimsuit inside out.

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