#its fine. harmless even. it just bugs me a lil

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not speaking for everyone here but i reaaaaallly think ff15 writers need to do research if theyre going to be writing about noctis' disabilities. like i dont know abt anyone else but ive literally never had my chronic pain flare up bc someone touched where the pain is. it isnt a physical wound. if anything touch usually makes it feel Better. as long as someone isnt yanking on my arms thats just not how it works

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Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder. (1/?)

kinda sorta Wolffe x reader and Crosshair x reader. I just love the idea of those two having interactions with each other that are fuelled by rage and because i love both of the characters there’s of course a lil bit of romance

also! if ya’ll want a part two pls pls tell me bc this is the my first time writing something like this so like yeah. 

To say that Clone Force 99 and the Wolfpack don’t get along would be an understatement. Like a massive, massive understatement. It wasn't a secret that the commander of the 104th did not like most people, but when it came to the sniper of the famed Bad Batch, it seemed he detested his every cell. But the feeling was mutual, from the very first meeting. 

“We haven't worked with Regs before.” Crosshair sneered at the masked commander.

“I wouldn't get too worked up.”  Wolffe bit back. “We’ve never worked with rejects before.” Which led General Plo and Sargent Hunter finding Tech and Sinker pulling the two off of each other. A split lip and bloody nose later, both men were sent out of the medbay with the warning of ‘play nice’ from both of their leaders. 

No nice playing occurred. 

Between vicious pranks, creative insults (puppy boy and stick bug were crowd favorites) and a few brawls it was agreed that Crosshair and Wolffe should be kept as far away from each other as physically possible.  

And then, they met you. A crafty field medic who was willing to go on missions no one else was. You met Wolffe when his medic was in a medbay himself after a particularly bad attack on Felucia. Sticking your hand out to the very angry looking clone commander with nothing but a smile on your face. Yeah he was a goner. From every time you softly called him ‘Wolffy’ to every time you flung yourself onto a battlefield with next to no fear. 

You met crosshair when the Batch was assigned to drop medics (real quite like) into a republic camp that was teeming with wounded. 

“You sure you civics can handle something like this?” Hunter asked as the ship started its quick descent. 

“Just worry about cover fire sarge. We can handle the rest.” You told him firmly, making sure your blaster was secured in its spot. Crosshair claimed his fixation was on your work, and not the way your stunning face changed from hatred to loving as you went from battle mode into a healing one. 

Of course you were next to oblivious about their liking of you, but it started to become more and more apparent as time went on. 

“Hey Meds!” Tech called upon seeing you in the hanger. (A nickname courtesy of Fives)

“Hello Tech,” you greeted. “I thought you boys had already shipped out again.” you’d seen them just this morning prepping the Havoc Marauder for flight. 

“Nah, got reassigned, apparently there's trouble on Taris and we’re needed there.” He told you excitedly, of course Tech would be hyped to see Taris, the among of wreckage there could keep him occupied for days. 

“Taris eh?” you smiled, “Thats funny I was just told by command that the wolfpack and I are heading out there.” With a nod over to where you were heading, you and Tech set off again. 

“That's why I came to find you, just to give you a heads up about them.” He said with a slightly scrunched nose, you laughed slightly. 

“Warn me? Tech have you met them? They’re harmless!” 

“There, uh, was an incident.” He said. “Commander Wolffe and Crosshair do not get along.”  You both round the corner to the gathering of men and ships all painted with the insignias you knew too well. 

“Does Crosshair get along well with anyone?” You teased smiling at Tech who looked more and more agitated the closer you got to the ships. 

“I’m just letting you know you might have to mitigate the two of them.” He pressed. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” you brushed it off, maybe you were just a little too excited to be seeing a certain someone again to worry about anything at the moment. 

“Meds!” Boost called as you joined the group grabbing you into a death grip hug. Making You wince as his armour crushed you. 

“Do not. Asphyxiate. Our. Medic.” A gruff voice said from behind, and you smiled even more as Wolffe took his bucket off as Boost placed you back on your feet. 

“Hiya Wolffy.” You said pulling him close in a gentle hug, feeling him tense at the PDA before wrapping the arm that wasn't holding his helmet in around you. 

“(Y/N)” He said quietly, and most definitely not into your ear. “Good to see you’re still in one piece.” You scoffed pulling away from the hug before it got suspicious. 

“As if I'd be anything but.” You pushed his shoulder gently as he chuckled. Tech clears his throat to get your attention and as you turned to look over  your eyes caught his team walking towards the group. 

“Well look who it is.” Wolffe grit out. Noticing the three other members approach. 

“Lets try and avoid a scuffle again commander. If that isn't too much trouble.” Tech said  over his shoulder as he strode off, probably to update hunter on something mission related. From where Wolffe was standing you swore you actually heard him growl.  

“Commander.” Hunter greeted with a nod. 

“Sergeant.” Wolffe nodded back, before locking eyes with Crosshair. Tech counted 21 seconds that went by before Crosshair opened his mouth. A new record of peacetime between the two. 

“Looks like the puppy pack needed bailing out again.” He sneered from behind the ever  present toothpick.  

“Said the walking, talking, gangly rifle.” Wolffe spit back. Standing toe to toe with Crosshair. 

“Crosshair, Wolffe what's going on?” You asked, while Tech sent you a ‘I told you so’ look. 

“You know this hut'uun?” Both of them shouted at you simultaneously.  

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - The Impidimp Family

859: Impidimp

Yet another Pokemon I fell in LOVE with the instant it was “revealed” during an E3 demo. And then kept waiting for a formal reveal that somehow never came, even though it's showed up multiple times during SwSh's hype cycle. What gives, with that?! That was so weird. There was even conspiracy theories that they wanted to show Impidimp but didn't want to acknowledge it simply because if Alakazam inspired conservative Christians to “boycott” Pokemon for “supporting devil worship”, than who knows the uproar that would've happened if Pokemon was advertising its newest game with a tiny, imp-ish little demon boy! Though at the same time, unless you're just a REALLY crazy conservative Christian, you're not really trying to fight Pokemon anymore since that battle's already been lost over two decades ago.

Impidimp was also pretty divisive when it came out, with most of the criticism coming from its big and perfectly round head while also having very noodle-like limbs. While it was somewhat of a put-off to me at first, I grew to love how cartoony and rubberhose it looked, like it could've been one of The Devil's minions in Cuphead. And of course, imagine my glee when it turned out it was our first Dark/Fairy type!

This rotten lil shit is also just plain perfect, design-wise. I love the pointy bat-esque nose with a single nostril it apparently uses to sniff “negative energy”, a sustenance it gets when it annoys things! The mischievous look only helped by it constantly giving a raspberry. It even has an odd little ponytail on the back of its head, which looks like a single bat wing. How adorable!

860: Morgrem

Morgrem here is even snazzier, with it growing out its hair into a slick emo sort of look that stands out WAY better than it does with Drizzile. It even incorporates something similar to an imp's tail in its hair too, which works into its theme of a trickster. The Pokedex states that it'll bow down as if begging for forgiveness, only to then stab its opponent with the spear in its hair once their guard is down. Which is exactly what its signature move “False Surrender” does!

I really dig the oddly Christmasy color scheme too. The green is pretty much only there to set up the coloration of its final evolution, just so it doesn't abruptly turn green, but for a mid-stage coloration it looks pretty nice actually! It's just a nice shade of magenta and green.

Personal Score: 10/10

861: Grimmsnarl

So I was kinda disappointed to see most of the line's charm dissipate with Grimmsnarl here... no more emo hair or dumb smile or hot pink skin. Instead it gets pretty overpowered by its own hair and a newfound interest in green. It did eventually grown on me more, even if I STILL don't like it QUITE as much as either of its previous stages.

But it seems like it goes from a devlish imp creature to more of an ogre or troll, with it sharing the major signifies of “big, hairy, and green,” but all doing it while still holding onto the more goblin-esque aspects of Impidimp and Morgrem. It may look muscular at first, but it's actually still pretty scrawny for its size! It just covers itself so much in hair that the hair has formed a psuedo-muscle tissue around its body! It's a really neat way to do an “exposed muscle tissue” type of look without it looking overly gross.

Its design is also all-around solid, being hard to find any one single flaw with it. Again, I miss the colors we had before, but the green covered by the black is still a pretty dang cool color scheme. Especially when the tiny dash of red bits get added in too. But to go along with how its muscular body is a facade, it has attack animations where the hairs on its arms slip off and become more like tentacles. Really creepy concept for a “hair” creature!

Well. I said there was not obvious flaw with it, but really I mostly wish it was a bit more imp-like or even full on devilish. Even considering Pokemon got away with an imp monster very reminiscent of a cartoony red-suit Lucifer, maybe a full on “devil” of sorts would be a stretch for Pokemon. But it still would've been so COOL.

G-Max Grimmsnarl:

Grimmsnarl gets a G-Max form just like its partner in hair-based designs, and this is definitely really highlighting the look of a monster making muscle tissue out of its hair. I do like that so little of Grimmsnarl itself is left uncovered in this state, especially seeing how small Grimmsnarl itself is in that hair mech it's made. So we're left to believe Grimmsnarl's size hasn't changed much, but its hair is what got a growth spurt! It's another G-Max that's a harmless add-on that I would've been fine not being there, but it doesn't hurt to have it there.

Personal Score: 9.5/10

Though once again, it comes with the lame gender ratio of 100% males. Which makes even less sense, given the fate of this species now lies in the hands of Ditto. And I guess now every design that falls into the human gender roles of “male” is getting stuck with an all-male gender ratio too. But I’ve already done the rant yesterday so pbbth.

BUT ONE THING that’ll bug probably me and me alone about the Hatterene and Grimmsnarl lines is this right here. If we combined the two, we would’ve gotten my ideal WITCH Pokemon, easily. AAARGH. It doesn’t affect the score any cause obviously I should review what’s there and not base it solely off a ridiculously specific hypothetical but. ARGH regardless.

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not so subtle - part six

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 4.7k~ Warning: swearing, smut, potential angst? A/N: PLEASE READ. PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! this part has smut in it so if you are not eighteen and older / not comfortable with smut, DO. NOT. READ. that being said, i understand that there are people out there that fall into those categories. i would never want to make anyone feel like a part is unaccessible to them, which is why there will be a “not so subtle” - part six [ clean-ish] version coming out as well. ( aka still keeping the swears but none of the hanky panky. ) for anyone curious as to why i didn’t just keep a clean-ish version: it’s mostly because i’ve never written smut before. i wanted to test my skills as a writer so if it’s not the best, i do apologize for that. anywhoo - like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka start the new year off right and give it to me please.

A couple days after the Christmas disaster, you came to the conclusion that you were done with love. If the universe didn’t want you to have a boyfriend, fine by you. In fact, you didn’t need a man. You especially didn’t need Steven.

“You’re a fucking catch” Kimberly reassured you the next day after you explained what happened. “Steven would’ve been lucky to have you. But he’s a complete idiot.”

“I am a fucking catch” you sobbed into a tub of ice cream, wishing that if you said it enough you might finally believe it.

Who needed a relationship? Not you.

You decided that you could be one of those carefree girls who slept with whomever they wanted. They all looked relatively happy with no strings attached. You could totally do that, flouncing around from guy to guy without any worries. Feelings didn’t matter. If Harrison could do it so easily, why couldn’t you? Not that you were thinking of Harrison. Harrison who?

Romance was overrated, anyways.

You planned on putting this resolution into motion as soon as possible. What better time to start than with New Year’s Eve just around the corner?

It came as no surprise that Tom and Emma got tickets to an exclusive Vegas party for New Year’s Eve. Of course they invited you along, claiming there was no one better to join them in the festivities. Naturally you accepted their offer. Nothing sounded better than ringing in the new year in actual style.

Tom had been generous enough to set you up with your own room in the hotel. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he felt bad about how your year had been. This was his attempt of doing you a solid. And it turns out, he wasn’t completely clueless when it came to nice hotel rooms.

You whistled as you opened the door to a pristinely white hallway. You parked your luggage near the entrance as walked into the actual living quarters. Holy shit. The space was massive complete with amenities beyond your imagination. It seemed tempting to just leave your college life behind and just live in this room forever.

Running your hand along the silky sheets of your bed, you grinned thinking how lucky you got to have a king size all to yourself. An enormous television was plastered to the wall right across from the bed, and you planned on lazing around with it on during your spare time.

A small living room arrangement was set up complete with a couch and a couple of sofa chairs. No surprise that Tom left a note saying you could have as many treats in the mini fridge as you wanted. Don’t mind if I do, Thomas.

The best part about the room as that you had a balcony view. As you stepped outside, you let out a whistle. It truly was a sight to behold. You glanced around taking in the sight of famous Vegas landmarks. The hotel included two chairs and a lounge couch on the balcony for your viewing pleasure. Not too shabby.

You spent the afternoon relaxing with Emma before the two of you got ready for the party. Even while Tom insisted on getting the group bottle service at the club, you didn’t want to go into the party completely sober. So you and your best friend lightly pregamed in preparation. Emma classily sipped on champagne while you occasionally chugged the most expensive bottle of wine the hotel offered. And while she didn’t approve of your plan of hooking up, Emma made sure to perfect your makeup and hair for you.

As the sun set and the city lights twinkled throughout the strip, the three of you headed up to the party. No surprise that your group was able to cut the line and quickly enter the club. Perks of having a famous friend.The loud music blared as Emma held onto your hand, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. Even with its exclusivity, so many bodies packed into the venue. Not that you were particularly bothered. The alcohol had kicked in and you felt completely relaxed.

It wasn’t until you heard Tom shouting out his best friend’s name that your mouth turned slightly downwards.

You hadn’t seen Harrison since that night, and you hadn’t been sure if you wanted to. What were you supposed to say? “Thanks for taking care of me before completely disappearing off my radar?” Hell no.

Swiveling around, you followed Emma as the two of you approached Tom and Harrison. No surprise that Harrison looked amazing wearing a crisp, dark shirt with the top couple buttons unfastened. When didn’t he look hot? You tried your best to pull yourself out of these thoughts. No. Absolutely not. You were not going to ever admit that he looked good again. These were the type of romantic thoughts that you wanted to avoid.

Harrison pulled Emma in for a hug and once he released her, he simply smiled and nodded at you. It was as if nothing happened at all.

You wondered if Harrison eventually told Tom about that night. A couple days after the incident, Tom persistently bugged you about why you left early during his party, curious about what transpired. And when he found out you supposedly had a new boyfriend, he tried to ask about Steven. A tiny part of him was sad you hadn’t progressed with Harrison, but he was mostly excited about you finally finding someone. Or so he thought.

It of course wasn’t his fault. He didn't know any better. So you told him how you were still single and choked out a fake laugh. Tom regretted asking, and both of you wished that the conversation never happened.

“Oh, look! There’s Greg!” Emma excitedly pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure who she was referring to though her boyfriend did.

“We should go say hi!” Tom suggested as he took Emma’s hand in his.

“I don’t know who Greg is” you announced in a drunken haze, but it didn’t matter as you were pulled along. Greg was a nice enough fellow, but you found yourself bored with the conversation. Who cared about the formulation of publicity? Definitely not you. So you let go of Emma’s hand and made your way to the bar.

You ordered a cranberry vodka and put it on Tom's tab, sipping slowly through a straw as you looked into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was either on the dance floor or mingling amongst one another.

“Can I get a Guiness, mate?” a familiar voice asked behind you. Turning slightly, you bit down on the straw as you realized it was Harrison. He slipped his card to the bartender before thanking him and taking a swig of his beer. Feeling your gaze, he turned your way. “What?” His tone wasn’t aggressive or irritated; it was simply curious.

“What?” you mimicked him, though you found yourself sounding defensive.

“You’re staring, Lil Skunk. Just wanted to know what’s up with that.” It was harmless enough, but the comment caught you off guard.

The alcohol let your honesty flow out. “Surprised you don’t have some girl draped all over you, Lil Shit.”

He turned away from you, taking another sip. “Just keeping my options open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” You shook your head as you walked away, not noticing Harrison carefully watching you.

Throughout the rest of the night you stuck near Tom and Emma’s side. You spent a bit of time on the dance floor enjoying yourself with some brunette before Emma yanked you away when she felt he was getting too handsy with you. You informed her that it was the point of letting him grind up on you, but it was too late to get him back. And as midnight approached, you realized that people were beginning to scramble around.

Flirting was at an all time high, people claiming others with hand holding or draping their arms around one another. Everyone was trying to pair off before the countdown.

Who cares? That was what you kept repeating in your head. You hadn’t kissed anyone last year on New Year’s Eve, so why worry about it this year? Who cares? It wasn’t going to affect your life in any significant way possible. So who cares?

Fuck. You kinda cared.

You didn’t want to start off the new year alone. You didn’t want to have that tinge of jealousy about how adorable Tom and Emma looked or wish that you could have the same rapport with someone the same way Kimberly and Sarah did. And even if it was just a stranger that you made out with, at least you were putting yourself out there for once.

All you needed to do was be completely carefree like you wanted. The plan was easy enough. You just had to do was kiss someone. Anyone.

Except you didn’t particularly want to do it the same way strangers in the club were doing. This wasn’t supposed to be a grab and go scenario. It had to be someone you at least knew. You pondered if Greg could be a viable choice, but the idea was dismissed once you looked around and spotted Greg holding on to the waist of a blonde. Thanks for nothing, Greg.

There’s always Harrison. The idea whispered in the back of your mind, reminding you it was a possibility. You didn’t like that small voice, but at the moment it wasn’t wrong.

What was the worst that could happen? Well he could say no or shove you off. But rejection was something you were used to. It was worth a shot, and you had enough bravery in your system right at that moment.

So you threw back the last of your drink before slamming it on a table. The search for Harrison was on. As the DJ shouted that only a minute remained, you dashed around trying to find him. C’mon c'mon. The one time you wanted to actually see him, and you were struggling harder than ever.

“Thirty seconds, folks!” the DJ announced right as you spotted Harrison. You began pushing through the crowd, muttering “excuse me” and “coming through”. The liquid courage cheered you on, telling you to do the unthinkable. And with only a couple seconds to spare, you were glad yet surprised that no girls surrounded him.

Three!

“Osterfield!”

Two!

“Hmm?” he turned around to the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow. You felt the warmth from the alcohol encouraging you. It was now or never. You quickened your pace, rushing over to Harrison.

One!

You grabbed his face and pulled the boy in towards you. Your lips crashed against his, eyes squeezing shut. And just as you were about to release him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in. The kiss continued and only broke off when you needed air.

Breathing heavily, you looked at the Brit. He scanned your face, looking for something; you weren’t sure what. Only seconds later did his lips reconnect with yours. It was an overwhelming sensation, his hands roaming all over your body while he began to kiss your neck. As he trailed down, you heard yourself let out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck” he hissed and you opened your eyes to take in the sight of disheveled Harrison, lips swollen. Despite the loud celebration going on all around, you focused on him. Only him. He looked at you expectantly, swallowing nervously. You pulled out of his embrace and for a second he looked disappointed. It wasn’t until you took his hand in yours that he broke out into a small smile. Even with the chaos surrounding, you pushed through the crowd and led him to the elevators.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you started to feel your nerves on edge. Your heart was pounding so loud that you paid no mind to the drunken shouts around the lobby. All you could hear was your own heart thumping and eventually the ‘ding’ of the elevator.

The two of you surprisingly were the only two in the lift. It made you even more nervous, with nothing to distract you from the boy still holding your hand tightly.

When you stopped at your room, you let go of his hand to find your key card. There wasn't much in your bag yet you fumbled with the miscellaneous items, unable to find the pass. You knew you had it, but your hands shook from the jitters in your stomach. Where had you put it? It was embarrassing enough that you threw yourself at him, but now you couldn’t even properly hook up? How to hook up 101: be more prepared than this mess.

He placed his hand on yours and when you looked up at him, he just smiled and nodded his head towards the right. Oh. Of course Tom got his best friend a room as well. Obviously. Harrison took your hand and guided you towards his room only a couple doors down. And even though his room wasn’t far, you liked that he intertwined his fingers with yours. He scanned his key card, letting you into the room but keeping his hand locked with yours.

His room was similar to yours except a couple of decoration details. When you turned to tell him that, he caught you off guard by kissing you immediately. He let the door shut by itself, continuously kissing you until you found yourself backed up against the wall. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you felt him grinning into your kisses.

He took this as approval to lean in closer, hands beginning to wander. This was all unfamiliar territory, and he had every intention of exploring all of you.  

You whimpered at his touch, unused to this sensation. But when his hand cupped your breast, you found your body tensing up.

He pulled away, frantically glancing at you. His hands immediately moved from your body. “Sorry, is this-I didn’t mean to-” Harrison apologized, clearly concerned about your wellbeing.

You shook your head and apologized to him, wishing that you could’ve played it cool instead of tensing up. You reminded yourself that you wanted to be casual and carefree. So why were you panicking?  

“We don’t- We don’t have...If you don’t want this, tell me and we can stop” he reminded you.

And there it was. Harrison in all his soft glory was concerned about you more than you ever expected. It was those blue eyes staring down at you, hoping for a yes but knowing he wouldn’t do anything if you said no. There was something about him in that moment that had you understanding why you couldn’t get him off your mind.

So you cupped his face gently in your hands and softly kissed him. When you pulled away, there were those ocean eyes still asking for permission, waiting for you to voice your answer. “I want this” you confirmed as you nodded your head. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to savor the moment, before he smiled and pressed his lips against yours once more.  

Your reply was all he needed to understand he could continue. He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He continued kissing you, one hand around your waist while the other gripped your ass tight until he got to the bed. He laid you down gently before peppering kisses along your jaw. Your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of him showering you with affection. When he stopped, they opened to see Harrison unbuttoning his shirt. He discarded it to the side, and your breath hitched.

It was as if Harrison was nothing short of magic, gazing down on you as if you were the only person in the world that mattered. Without thinking, you hands pressed against his chest in awe. You had seen his abs before but not this way.

You blushed upon realizing what you did, pulling your hands back. He chuckled and took them in his as if to say it was alright. He kissed both palms before hovering above your body.

You heart raced as he slowly trailed kisses down your chest. As he moved down, he kept one hand on your breast as he gently massaged it. Hearing you moan out to his touch, he began caressing it rougher. “Do you like that?” Of course he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you. All you could do was nod in response.

He pushed up the hem of your dress and you could feel his warm breath on your legs. You shivered as he kissed your inner thighs, taking his time with you. He sucked on your skin knowing this would leave marks, and you bit down on your lip. “Are you mine, love?” he asked before nipping at your skin once more. This time a nod wasn’t enough for him. He looked up at you expectantly, a cheeky smile on his face. You managed to croak out a yes, to which he praised you for being such a good girl for him. You bit down harder as you felt him tug off your underwear.

Your heartbeat stilled for a moment, feeling his breath on your core. As his tongue licked along your slit, you let out a short gasp. He seemed to revel in your reaction, pushing his tongue into you and getting a proper taste.

This wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to satisfy every part of your inner desires. Starting off with one finger, he slowly inserted it inside you as your walls tightened. He began pushing in and out, causing you to grip his hair. You heard him mutter how amazing you were, how he couldn’t get enough. He slipped in another finger and proceeded to speed up his pace. He added his tongue, circling it along your folds.

You couldn’t help but squirm as he sucked on your clit, getting off on watching you become a mess. His voice murmured for you to behave for him, be a good girl. Yet it was difficult for you to focus with his fingers pumping in and out of you so vigorously. You moaned out his name, and something about it triggered him intensely. He gripped your hip tightly as he licked your folds dipping in and out as your breathing became more rugged.

“Are you gonna come for me, darling?” he coaxed, curling his fingers inside of you. You cried out his name once more, gripping his hair as he continued to tease you. Your toes curled as you could feel it coming. He pumped his fingers into you faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly until at last you found your release. Letting go of your grip on his hair you whimpered as the rhythm of his fingers slowed, letting you ride out your orgasm.

He wasn’t done with you yet. As he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants, you followed suit. You pushed off your heels and shimmied out of your dress, tossing it aside without thought. All you cared about was Harrison who wandered towards the night stand where he pulled out a condom packet. He let his boxers drop to the ground, and you found yourself sinking further into the bed upon looking at this length.

Harrison rolled the condom over his girth, tossing the package to the side. Your heartbeat sped up as he hovered above you once more. He paused, taking in your nervous expression. He ran his hand along your cheek, and you leaned into his touch; it was as if to say you were ready. He smiled as he placed a kiss upon your forehead.

Without a word, he gestured for you to lie back down as he positioned himself. He teased your entrance, rubbing his member against your folds. You whimpered, eager for his cock. He slid into you when you mewled out a please, unable to contain himself any longer.

He thrust into you slowly at first, groaning at your tightness. Despite cumming earlier, you weren’t prepared for his size. As your body began to relax, Harrison picked up his pacing pushing his cock in faster. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, grunting deeply with every thrust. His touch was becoming rougher, yet you craved more. Your nails clawed his back as he pounded into you while cursing out praises.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing” he hissed as he sucked on your neck. He would change up the pace, slowly pulling out of you before thrusting in you quickly causing you to utter out expletives with how good he was. He showed no signs of slowing down, and you understood how much of a difference it truly made to have someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You gently panted, toes curling again as he hoisted one of your legs up. You could feel yourself reaching climax and with a final thrust, you seem to fall to pieces. “Fuck, Harrison” you moaned. He grunted as he came, elbow propping to keep himself up. He slowly pulled out of you and tied off the condom, tossing it into the nearby waste basket.

You laid there breathing heavily as Harrison rolled over to the right and onto his side. You heard him murmur your name, and you slowly turned towards him. Harrison eyed your hand as he begun moving his own. He gently tapped each finger along the mattress, slowly inching his hand towards yours. He paused and looked you in the eyes, almost as if asking permission. You nodded your head and he gently took your hand in his. As he rubbed your palm with his thumb, you studied his face.

He smiled at you, shy and nervous. This wasn’t the Harrison you were used to. This boyish charm was making you melt that you couldn’t help but brush you lips against his. When you pulled away, you heard him ruggedly mutter “no” before kissing you once again.

So this was why girls kept coming back to Harrison. It was the rough yet tender moments that left you wanting more. Even now you weren’t sure if anyone else would ever compare.

And you didn’t want to let go of this moment. This Harrison - the one who kissed your nose and laughed as you scrunched your face - this was the Harrison you so desperately wanted to keep forever. It was this Harrison who held you tightly and pressed his lips against your shoulder that you adored. You weren’t sure you could ever give up of this sensation.

“What?” you asked nervously as the two of you rested next to one another. Harrison propped himself up with his back on the headboard, looking down at you.

He studied your face, making you feel self-conscious. Had your makeup smeared? Did you not look as great as before? Worries filled your head, anxious of what faults he could find. The next thing you knew his hand was gently tracing your features, smiling as it settled on your cheek. “It’s nothing. I’m just...I like it here with you, love” he reassured you.

Your breath hitched hearing your favorite nickname, and you were once again swept up in the moment. How could you not be? You sat up and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply.

“Say it again.” You couldn’t get enough of his voice calling out that nickname as if you were the only person who mattered.

“What? Addicted to me now?” You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. “I like it here with you, love” he repeated. “I like all of this. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, darling.” It caused your heart to swell, bursting out into a wide grin before kissing him roughly. And with fervor eagerness, he pulled you in close ready to explore your body once more.

Even with Harrison laying beside you, it still felt unreal. You could touch his soft face and felt his arm draped around your waist, but you kept having to remind yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

So you got your wish of hooking up with someone for New Years Eve. You managed to do it with Harrison of all people. You wanted this. You really did. But not this way.

You knew Harrison. You knew the beautiful women who practically threw themselves at him only to be relegated to a one night stand or referred to as “just a friend”. You knew how he would give them his attention, but they were never capable of becoming his. And now you understood why some of them were satisfied with just being a fling.

And you knew yourself. You knew how much of an idiot you could be around men, how easily you gave away your heart in hopes of finding romance. Just a bit of affection and you were putty in their hands.

You wanted someone to be all in with you. As much as you wanted a carefree attitude about relationships, it would never happen. You craved love and the idea of someone being so infatuated with you that they couldn’t get enough. And as much as you wished the impossible, you knew it wouldn’t be with Harrison. What occurred in the bedroom was nothing short of spectacular, but it wasn’t going to last outside of it like you hoped.

Hearing him lightly snore, you slowly slipped out of the covers. It took all of your strength to ignore the feeling of staying in bed when you felt his arm slightly tighten around you. You sucked in your breath, waiting until his grip softened and then slid out of the bed. Slowly you tiptoed around as you collected your clothing and put them on. Checking your purse, you managed to find your key card before taking one last glance back at Harrison.

He looked so peaceful, arm still sprawled out in the spot where you once rested. You would’ve given anything for him to wake up and tell you to stay. But he was sound asleep lost in his dreams.

You couldn’t help but tiptoe back to his side once more, pressing a kiss against his messy hair. Hearing him mumble your name as he smiled in his sleep almost convinced you to stay.

Almost.

Instead you shuffled away and back to the entryway of his room. You slowly opened the door to decrease the sound of creaking before gently pulling the door behind you. And as you walked back to your room, you wondered if Harrison would ever settle down. Would he ever find someone he liked enough that he wouldn’t think of anyone else besides her? Did you want to be that person? ...Maybe.

As you entered your room, the excitement of having a spacious place to yourself was gone. Instead you just felt lonely. There was no one to enjoy the balcony view with, no one to eat snacks with, and no one to watch late night television with you. You threw your heels to the side before changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. Yanking the bed sheets from their tucked corners so you could get comfortable, you nestled underneath the covers letting the plethora of pillows surround you.

You wondered if Harrison was still peacefully sleeping or if he noticed that you left already. Would he question where you went or if you planned on coming back? Or would he be relieved he didn’t need to kick you out of his room like the rest of his female companions?

And as drowsiness crept in, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. Would he look at you the same way - still just Lil Skunk - or would he view you with newly discovered amazement in his eyes that he had in the bedroom? You wanted the latter, for him to look at you the way he looked at you all night. But then again, you knew that was wishful thinking.

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part seven

[hgfstreamchats]

Pokemon Yellow Nuzlocke: Part 4

Hello! Hello, Night human! Time for another relaxing stream night of nobody dying in anyway at all. Especially not our little mascot! The confidence I had going into last week's stream is a little diminished. Unicron forbid anything happen to our fat little mascot! *heavy sighing* I hope all these people die of the measles. If I'd known your species was going to cultivate its own plague, I wouldn't have stayed up so many nights working on one. He's literally asking for someone to give him measles! Quick, quick, give him what he wants! Well, you know what we have to name the first new pokemon you catch. Absolutely. Is it doing a loading screen thing for anyone else? There we go Mascot death battle time, go! Fluffy needs quite a bit of training if he wants to survive this next gym. Yes. Go, Roddie! That better not be a euphemism. It is.

How dare you. Now THAT'S a battle cry. Well, I guess he's about to. yeah, tackle solid rock good strategy, friend See how that works out for you. I don't know what we'd do without Alpina. Die more frequently? Much more frequently. GO FLUFFY GO ...i'm speechless Well, then! I legitimately wasn't expecting that to happen so soon! He looks even more cabbagey! he looks so obnoxious about it, too, with his face. I think it fits. A cabbage that's going to do great things! He does! A cabbage with MIGHTY FISTS May he fist many a gym leader! does that mean we're going to have a battlecry involving the words 'fist deep' hey, wouldn't "fist deep" fit as a pokemon name? That was too close. Agreed. See, this is why Lambo doesn't follow the same rules. He's essentially a stuffed animal. Yeah Lt. Surge lives mired in a deep, vicious paranoia that his government is coming for him. As well he mgiht. Does it count as justified paranoia if we're what comes for him? We're not government but we are pretty inescapable. This is true. When do you ever use Defense Curl anyway ....... when their type is weak against you but their level is higher, generally cuts their level advantage out cold Oh, huh I was just asking rhetorically since it didn't seem like you used it much well in THIS game we're grinding so much level advantage is a non-issue Well. Songs to remember Shovel by? If no one has one, I do. oh? Play it, Sam. Heh. this song is maddeningly catchy It really is. Rest in peace, you good little thing. You were a ferociously hard hitter. At least this game doesn't have DEEP grass like the later games do Oh hey! Out-of-combat skill use! awwwww What, only one? Well then. That was something. I expected something more... strenuous. Well, you can't blame me for being anxious. Oh, here we go. "Squirter" Sorry. Excellent. I want everyone to be uncomfortable. (I'm not sorry.) Imagine what "mischief" it was getting into. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge That sure is an expression our lil Squirter has, there. It certainly is. omg This is going to make those pokemon center grinding hikes so much more tolerable. Wheeeee! Gotta love that music, too Gasp! You can JUMP still! I can't do it. It just feels too wrong not to have our little mascot with us. If you put him in a box, will there be a different pokemon following you around ? I wish, but no. Awww. The dream of having Squirter follow behind us will never be. Alas. This music is so good. It really gets across the wonderfulness of the bike. It really does. I'd like for Rodimus to learn a big boy fire attack. That would be pretty sweet. Phew Does using the bike make the flashes come closer together...? It kind of seemed like it did Yes, it does that. That just seems unfair. On the other hand... going by foot That's... adorable I hope you get a venonat fuzzbugs are a goodness You'd think a water pokemon would be strong vs a cat one they showed those bugs eat in the anime and it's so cute it hurts Oh, we have a Venonat. We do? How did I forget THAT! Oh, I thought that was going somewhere else ....Welp. Gah, kill that thing QUICK The noise it makes... Phew. Saw a headcanon that the whole thing with cubones wearing their mom's skulls is actually fine because those are VESTIGIAL skulls that come off without killing the cubone mom makes sense. Especially since it perfectly fits the cubone, which is half the size of a Marowak, the evolved form Oh hey, yeah! So there you go. What does the Escape Rope do? Let you run away without chance of failure? Teleports you out. So does dig. ...Wait, really? I thought dig was just an attack! Surprise! It's a wonderful move. Hi! fluffy Wheeljack! Hey Red Did he just say he hates thinking? The Bulkhead method. "Fluffy" was my idea. You're welcome! "Don't try anything funny in the dark!" And out comes dear Squirter. Aaaaaaaaaa Sheesh, why are these little plant things so tough ...Don't we have a bellsprout? We could be getting the advantage of that! Because Rodimus won't do the decent thing and level up enough to one shot them. What level is he now? 21. Jeez, and he doesn't get Flamethrower until... 42? Is that right? !!! WARSQUIRTER HAH! Again, that sure is an expression he has there He's one for the expressions, that Squirter. "You looked cute and harmless! That's why I attacked you!" ... Well, THAT sounded wrong oh, are we in spookytown? do... Rockets kill pokemon??? i mean, james would NEVER they do in the games gee We're actually lucky to have only lost two so far. yeah... but now's when the gym leaders start getting fancy with type combos man This seems like a fitting place to call it a night. It did get late in a hurry Next time is sure to be interesting. Until then, good night to everyone! Good night, and thanks for the stream! Of course! Thank you for being here!

[jennifersylvesters]

not so subtle - part six [clean-ish]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 3.5k~ Warning: swearing A/N: HEADS UP! this part is considered the clean-ish version of “not so subtle” - part six. basically it means that there’s no smut! there is a brief mention of a certain body part, but it doesn’t get down and dirty in this one! anywhoo - like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka start the new year off right and give it to me please.

A couple days after the Christmas disaster, you came to the conclusion that you were done with love. If the universe didn’t want you to have a boyfriend, fine by you. In fact, you didn’t need a man. You especially didn’t need Steven.

“You’re a fucking catch” Kimberly reassured you the next day after you explained what happened. “Steven would’ve been lucky to have you. But he’s a complete idiot.”

“I am a fucking catch” you sobbed into a tub of ice cream, wishing that if you said it enough you might finally believe it.

Who needed a relationship? Not you.

You decided that you could be one of those carefree girls who slept with whomever they wanted. They all looked relatively happy with no strings attached. You could totally do that, flouncing around from guy to guy without any worries. Feelings didn’t matter. If Harrison could do it so easily, why couldn’t you? Not that you were thinking of Harrison. Harrison who?

Romance was overrated, anyways.

You planned on putting this resolution into motion as soon as possible. What better time to start than with New Year’s Eve just around the corner?

It came as no surprise that Tom and Emma got tickets to an exclusive Vegas party for New Year’s Eve. Of course they invited you along, claiming there was no one better to join them in the festivities. Naturally you accepted their offer. Nothing sounded better than ringing in the new year in actual style.

Tom had been generous enough to set you up with your own room in the hotel. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he felt bad about how your year had been. This was his attempt of doing you a solid. And it turns out, he wasn’t completely clueless when it came to nice hotel rooms.

You whistled as you opened the door to a pristinely white hallway. You parked your luggage near the entrance as walked into the actual living quarters. Holy shit. The space was massive complete with amenities beyond your imagination. It seemed tempting to just leave your college life behind and just live in this room forever.

Running your hand along the silky sheets of your bed, you grinned thinking how lucky you got to have a king size all to yourself. An enormous television was plastered to the wall right across from the bed, and you planned on lazing around with it on during your spare time.

A small living room arrangement was set up complete with a couch and a couple of sofa chairs. No surprise that Tom left a note saying you could have as many treats in the mini fridge as you wanted. Don’t mind if I do, Thomas.

The best part about the room as that you had a balcony view. As you stepped outside, you let out a whistle. It truly was a sight to behold. You glanced around taking in the sight of famous Vegas landmarks. The hotel included two chairs and a lounge couch on the balcony for your viewing pleasure. Not too shabby.

You spent the afternoon relaxing with Emma before the two of you got ready for the party. Even while Tom insisted on getting the group bottle service at the club, you didn’t want to go into the party completely sober. So you and your best friend lightly pregamed in preparation. Emma classily sipped on champagne while you occasionally chugged the most expensive bottle of wine the hotel offered. And while she didn’t approve of your plan of hooking up, Emma made sure to perfect your makeup and hair for you.

As the sun set and the city lights twinkled throughout the strip, the three of you headed up to the party. No surprise that your group was able to cut the line and quickly enter the club. Perks of having a famous friend.The loud music blared as Emma held onto your hand, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. Even with its exclusivity, so many bodies packed into the venue. Not that you were particularly bothered. The alcohol had kicked in and you felt completely relaxed.

It wasn’t until you heard Tom shouting out his best friend’s name that your mouth turned slightly downwards.

You hadn’t seen Harrison since that night, and you hadn’t been sure if you wanted to. What were you supposed to say? “Thanks for taking care of me before completely disappearing off my radar?” Hell no.

Swiveling around, you followed Emma as the two of you approached Tom and Harrison. No surprise that Harrison looked amazing wearing a crisp, dark shirt with the top couple buttons unfastened. When didn’t he look hot? You tried your best to pull yourself out of these thoughts. No. Absolutely not. You were not going to ever admit that he looked good again. These were the type of romantic thoughts that you wanted to avoid.

Harrison pulled Emma in for a hug and once he released her, he simply smiled and nodded at you. It was as if nothing happened at all.

You wondered if Harrison eventually told Tom about that night. A couple days after the incident, Tom persistently bugged you about why you left early during his party, curious about what transpired. And when he found out you supposedly had a new boyfriend, he tried to ask about Steven. A tiny part of him was sad you hadn’t progressed with Harrison, but he was mostly excited about you finally finding someone. Or so he thought.

It of course wasn’t his fault. He didn't know any better. So you told him how you were still single and choked out a fake laugh. Tom regretted asking, and both of you wished that the conversation never happened.

“Oh, look! There’s Greg!” Emma excitedly pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure who she was referring to though her boyfriend did.

“We should go say hi!” Tom suggested as he took Emma’s hand in his.

“I don’t know who Greg is” you announced in a drunken haze, but it didn’t matter as you were pulled along. Greg was a nice enough fellow, but you found yourself bored with the conversation. Who cared about the formulation of publicity? Definitely not you. So you let go of Emma’s hand and made your way to the bar.

You ordered a cranberry vodka and put it on Tom's tab, sipping slowly through a straw as you looked into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was either on the dance floor or mingling amongst one another.

“Can I get a Guiness, mate?” a familiar voice asked behind you. Turning slightly, you bit down on the straw as you realized it was Harrison. He slipped his card to the bartender before thanking him and taking a swig of his beer. Feeling your gaze, he turned your way. “What?” His tone wasn’t aggressive or irritated; it was simply curious.

“What?” you mimicked him, though you found yourself sounding defensive.

“You’re staring, Lil Skunk. Just wanted to know what’s up with that.” It was harmless enough, but the comment caught you off guard.

The alcohol let your honesty flow out. “Surprised you don’t have some girl draped all over you, Lil Shit.”

He turned away from you, taking another sip. “Just keeping my options open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” You shook your head as you walked away, not noticing Harrison carefully watching you.

Throughout the rest of the night you stuck near Tom and Emma’s side. You spent a bit of time on the dance floor enjoying yourself with some brunette before Emma yanked you away when she felt he was getting too handsy with you. You informed her that it was the point of letting him grind up on you, but it was too late to get him back. And as midnight approached, you realized that people were beginning to scramble around.

Flirting was at an all time high, people claiming others with hand holding or draping their arms around one another. Everyone was trying to pair off before the countdown.

Who cares? That was what you kept repeating in your head. You hadn’t kissed anyone last year on New Year’s Eve, so why worry about it this year? Who cares? It wasn’t going to affect your life in any significant way possible. So who cares?

Fuck. You kinda cared.

You didn’t want to start off the new year alone. You didn’t want to have that tinge of jealousy about how adorable Tom and Emma looked or wish that you could have the same rapport with someone the same way Kimberly and Sarah did. And even if it was just a stranger that you made out with, at least you were putting yourself out there for once.

All you needed to do was be completely carefree like you wanted. The plan was easy enough. You just had to do was kiss someone. Anyone.

Except you didn’t particularly want to do it the same way strangers in the club were doing. This wasn’t supposed to be a grab and go scenario. It had to be someone you at least knew. You pondered if Greg could be a viable choice, but the idea was dismissed once you looked around and spotted Greg holding on to the waist of a blonde. Thanks for nothing, Greg.

There’s always Harrison. The idea whispered in the back of your mind, reminding you it was a possibility. You didn’t like that small voice, but at the moment it wasn’t wrong.

What was the worst that could happen? Well he could say no or shove you off. But rejection was something you were used to. It was worth a shot, and you had enough bravery in your system right at that moment.

So you threw back the last of your drink before slamming it on a table. The search for Harrison was on. As the DJ shouted that only a minute remained, you dashed around trying to find him. C’mon c'mon. The one time you wanted to actually see him, and you were struggling harder than ever.

“Thirty seconds, folks!” the DJ announced right as you spotted Harrison. You began pushing through the crowd, muttering “excuse me” and “coming through”. The liquid courage cheered you on, telling you to do the unthinkable. And with only a couple seconds to spare, you were glad yet surprised that no girls surrounded him.

Three!

“Osterfield!”

Two!

“Hmm?” he turned around to the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow. You felt the warmth from the alcohol encouraging you. It was now or never. You quickened your pace, rushing over to Harrison.

One!

You grabbed his face and pulled the boy in towards you. Your lips crashed against his, eyes squeezing shut. And just as you were about to release him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in. The kiss continued and only broke off when you needed air.

Breathing heavily, you looked at the Brit. He scanned your face, looking for something; you weren’t sure what. Only seconds later did his lips reconnect with yours. It was an overwhelming sensation, his hands roaming all over your body while he began to kiss your neck. As he trailed down, you heard yourself let out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck” he hissed and you opened your eyes to take in the sight of disheveled Harrison, lips swollen. Despite the loud celebration going on all around, you focused on him. Only him. He looked at you expectantly, swallowing nervously. You pulled out of his embrace and for a second he looked disappointed. It wasn’t until you took his hand in yours that he broke out into a small smile. Even with the chaos surrounding, you pushed through the crowd and led him to the elevators.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you started to feel your nerves on edge. Your heart was pounding so loud that you paid no mind to the drunken shouts around the lobby. All you could hear was your own heart thumping and eventually the ‘ding’ of the elevator.

The two of you surprisingly were the only two in the lift. It made you even more nervous, with nothing to distract you from the boy still holding your hand tightly.

When you stopped at your room, you let go of his hand to find your key card. There wasn't much in your bag yet you fumbled with the miscellaneous items, unable to find the pass. You knew you had it, but your hands shook from the jitters in your stomach. Where had you put it? It was embarrassing enough that you threw yourself at him, but now you couldn’t even properly hook up? How to hook up 101: be more prepared than this mess.

He placed his hand on yours and when you looked up at him, he just smiled and nodded his head towards the right. Oh. Of course Tom got his best friend a room as well. Obviously. Harrison took your hand and guided you towards his room only a couple doors down. And even though his room wasn’t far, you liked that he intertwined his fingers with yours. He scanned his key card, letting you into the room but keeping his hand locked with yours.

His room was similar to yours except a couple of decoration details. When you turned to tell him that, he caught you off guard by kissing you immediately. He let the door shut by itself, continuously kissing you until you found yourself backed up against the wall. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you felt him grinning into your kisses.

He took this as approval to lean in closer, hands beginning to wander. This was all unfamiliar territory, and he had every intention of exploring all of you.  

You whimpered at his touch, unused to this sensation. But when his hand cupped your breast, you found your body tensing up.

He pulled away, frantically glancing at you. His hands immediately moved from your body. “Sorry, is this-I didn’t mean to-” Harrison apologized, clearly concerned about your wellbeing.

You shook your head and apologized to him, wishing that you could’ve played it cool instead of tensing up. You reminded yourself that you wanted to be casual and carefree. So why were you panicking?  

“We don’t- We don’t have...If you don’t want this, tell me and we can stop” he reminded you.

And there it was. Harrison in all his soft glory was concerned about you more than you ever expected. It was those blue eyes staring down at you, hoping for a yes but knowing he wouldn’t do anything if you said no. There was something about him in that moment that had you understanding why you couldn’t get him off your mind.

So you cupped his face gently in your hands and softly kissed him. When you pulled away, there were those ocean eyes still asking for permission, waiting for you to voice your answer. “I want this” you confirmed as you nodded your head. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to savor the moment, before he smiled and pressed his lips against yours once more.  

You didn’t want to let go of this moment. His touch was more passionate than you could’ve ever imagined, and everything about it felt perfectly right. This Harrison - the one who kissed your nose and laughed as you scrunched your face - this was the Harrison you so desperately wanted to keep forever. It was this Harrison who held you tightly and pressed his lips against your shoulder that you adored. You weren’t sure you could ever give up this sensation.

“What?” you asked nervously as the two of you rested next to one another. You pulled the sheets closer to your body despite him having seen and been with you in the most intimate way just an hour before. Harrison propped himself up with his back on the headboard, looking down at you.

He studied your face, making you feel self-conscious. Had your makeup smeared? Did you not look as great as before? Worries filled your head, anxious of what faults he could find. The next thing you knew his hand was gently tracing your features, smiling as it settled on your cheek. “It’s nothing. I’m just...I like it here with you, love” he reassured you.

Your breath hitched hearing your favorite nickname, and you were once again swept up in the moment. How could you not be? You sat up and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply.

“Say it again.” You couldn’t get enough of his voice calling out that nickname as if you were the only person who mattered.

“What? Addicted to me now?” You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. “I like it here with you, love” he repeated. “I like all of this. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, darling.” It caused your heart to swell, bursting out into a wide grin before kissing him roughly. And with fervor eagerness, he pulled you in close ready to explore your body once more.

Even with Harrison laying beside you, it still felt unreal. You could touch his soft face and felt his arm draped around your waist, but you kept having to remind yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

So you got your wish of hooking up with someone for New Years Eve. You managed to do it with Harrison of all people. You wanted this. You really did. But not this way.

You knew Harrison. You knew the beautiful women who practically threw themselves at him only to be relegated to a one night stand or referred to as “just a friend”. You knew how he would give them his attention, but they were never capable of becoming his. And now you understood why some of them were satisfied with just being a fling.

And you knew yourself. You knew how much of an idiot you could be around men, how easily you gave away your heart in hopes of finding romance. Just a bit of affection and you were putty in their hands.

You wanted someone to be all in with you. As much as you wanted a carefree attitude about relationships, it would never happen. You craved love and the idea of someone being so infatuated with you that they couldn’t get enough. And as much as you wished the impossible, you knew it wouldn’t be with Harrison. What occurred in the bedroom was nothing short of spectacular, but it wasn’t going to last outside of it like you hoped.

Hearing him lightly snore, you slowly slipped out of the covers. It took all of your strength to ignore the feeling of staying in bed when you felt his arm slightly tighten around you. You sucked in your breath, waiting until his grip softened and then slid out of the bed. Slowly you tiptoed around as you collected your clothing and put them on. Checking your purse, you managed to find your key card before taking one last glance back at Harrison.

He looked so peaceful, arm still sprawled out in the spot where you once rested. You would’ve given anything for him to wake up and tell you to stay. But he was sound asleep lost in his dreams.

You couldn’t help but tiptoe back to his side once more, pressing a kiss against his messy hair. Hearing him mumble your name as he smiled in his sleep almost convinced you to stay.

Almost.

Instead you shuffled away and back to the entryway of his room. You slowly opened the door to decrease the sound of creaking before gently pulling the door behind you. And as you walked back to your room, you wondered if Harrison would ever settle down. Would he ever find someone he liked enough that he wouldn’t think of anyone else besides her? Did you want to be that person? ...Maybe.

As you entered your room, the excitement of having a spacious place to yourself was gone. Instead you just felt lonely. There was no one to enjoy the balcony view with, no one to eat snacks with, and no one to watch late night television with you. You threw your heels to the side before changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. Yanking the bed sheets from their tucked corners so you could get comfortable, you nestled underneath the covers letting the plethora of pillows surround you.

You wondered if Harrison was still peacefully sleeping or if he noticed that you left already. Would he question where you went or if you planned on coming back? Or would he be relieved he didn’t need to kick you out of his room like the rest of his female companions?

And as drowsiness crept in, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. Would he look at you the same way - still just Lil Skunk - or would he view you with the newly discovered amazement in his eyes that he had in the bedroom? You wanted the latter, for him to look at you the way he looked at you all night. But you knew that was just wishful thinking.

part seven