#holdthe1ine

[allieacts]

dean gently wipes away a tear from allie's cheek, their touch tender and careful.

she ditched summer in the boutique. shouted a quick 'i'm not feeling well, i'm going back' while the youngest di laurentis was distracted by colorful bikinis & bolted. there's an earful coming her way later for that. but here's the thing – she wasn't lying. she's not feeling well. no, actually, allie's not sure if she's in for the horror of hurling in a trash can from nerves that make no sense or a heart attack born of speeding heartbeats caused by those last few text messages from dean. the tears get her first. days of stupid pride & fake, spiteful nonchalance crumbling, morphing into tear-stained cheeks & urgent steps that can't take her to their hotel room any faster – come back so we can talk. she said too much already. that picture turned her distrustful. pathetically afraid that he missed having his pick of girls. that he wanted his flavor of the week lifestyle back. or, fuck, flavor of the day, if he was feeling it ! what girl sees her heart breaking in her mind's eye & doesn't run before reality can catch up ? he caught up, though. he's fast like that. stupid athletes...

there was no better before you & there's sure as hell no better after you, only with you – she holds onto those words as fiercely as she would the perfume vials from her mother. like spare oxygen as she walks out of the elevator & the sight of the door to their room alone sends another wave of emotion through her – she doesn't want to spend another night in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if he's doing the same from the couch. or vice versa. in all their pretending, she wouldn't let herself believe this break-up is the real sham. maybe it's time to take a bow...

one hand on the door handle, keycard in the other, she hesitates. one look in those baby blues & she'll get completely mind-wiped if she's not careful. or worse, they'll pounce on each other after weeks of being apart & forget there's supposed to be talking involved. she doesn't get the chance to get brave. the door swings open & he appears in front of her. a small, startled gasp later, the door closes behind him. " you couldn't wait another ten seconds ? " she scolds & it's not effective. he notices the tears & his hand reaches for her before she knows it, so gentle it nearly breaks her all over again. the brunette bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to lose her train of thought as gaze lifts to meet his. god, she needs to get this out now. now, before she latches onto him & never lets go again. " you can't keep things like that from me, i don't care how little they mean to you. & no, i don't- need to know every time someone flirts with you, you're hot, we get it, but if someone tries to get physical ? you can't let me find out from someone else. " words are rushed & quiet & she's nothing but relieved once she's done. " promise me. "

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[allieacts]

hannah is discovered having a panic attack by allie .

the dorm room is far too quiet when allie walks in. a certain music major must have conditioned her – if she doesn't hear the faint strumming of a guitar or the familiar tune of an oldie but goodie coming from her best friend's room, there's a very good chance hannah isn't even home. but that's not the case now. it might be dead silent, but there are signs of life – bag & jacket forgotten on the couch, next to them the lemon poppy seed muffin she'd very nicely requested when asked if she wants anything to come home to when she's done with rehearsal. then, the shadow of someone she's only like, ninety-six percent sure isn't an intruder visible through the cracked door to hannah's room. " honey, i'm home ! " she calls out & expects immediate acknowledgement, but the seconds tick by without it. brows furrow as she kicks off her shoes.

" han-han ? " nothing. & now, she's officially worried. backpack dropped at the foot of the couch, she heads straight for her door & knocks twice before peeking inside. " answer, please ? " the lightheartedness drains from her voice, paling at the sight she's met with – the shortness of breath, the unmistakably trembling hands. " hannah... " her voice quiets with worry, alarms sounding off in her head, though she's determined to keep calm. she steps forward, reaching for her arms first. " it's okay, you're okay. " she soothes softly, squeezing her shoulders, drawing anxious blues to warm browns. " just breathe with me, can you do that ? focus on me. breathe in. "

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[allieacts]

Dean whispers something in Allie's ear that makes them blush.

this might be allie's own personal hell – in the sense that she's suffering & she's getting unreasonably hot, that is. god, how is it still only friday ?! dean's family is used to a certain degree of tactile activity happening between the two of them at all times & the truth is, if they spent a whole ten minutes in a room together without reaching for each other, they would immediately raise suspicion. & suspicion leads to questions. & questions lead to answers that would basically fuck this whole vacation up for everybody involved, so ! best to avoid that... including her in their plans was beyond nice. dean's family is beyond amazing. they've always treated her with kindness. clearly, kindness can bite you in the ass, because now, she's stuck acting touchy with her ex for everyone else's benefit. he'd pulled her into his lap – the same way he'd done so many times before & the worst part is, she hadn't acted when her body complied like it was just a habit. like that seat is property of allie hayes only... she opts not to scoff out loud at how stupid that sounds now, trying her hand at an easy smile instead. legs crossed, she brings one arm around him, softly tracing her nails up & down his shoulder as she pays attention to his sister's story – all intentional. all scripted.

but then, summer gets distracted. & the jerk decides to improvise. the way her body stirs in the wake of his lips brushing the shell of her ear is bad enough, but the expertly strung-together dirty talk he whispers to her next is just unfair. cheeks heat up in no time, mouth dry as the sahara – he shouldn't be able to have this effect on her anymore. all his rights to her body have been revoked, damn it ! weeks ago ! it doesn't mean he doesn't still have the remote control... it doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly what buttons to push. " are you really playing this game with me ? " she asks in an almost-whisper, still smiling for appearances' sake as she turns to meet his gaze. " because we both know you're turning yourself on right now, babe. " molten chocolate hues sparkle, narrowing his way. " & you're seriously gonna need a cold shower. "

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[allieacts]

Dean gently cups Allie's face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”

" i make things difficult ? " disbelief hangs heavy on her tongue, the quiet irritation in her voice barely covering up the genuine hurt happening just beneath the surface. there's not a single part of this she doesn't hate – the irony of gentle hands cradling her face while her heart cracks inside her chest, the accusation that she's already decided is an accusation & total bullshit, might she add & most of all, the fact that she's taking so long to take distance. she's wanted to step back, push his hands away... except every time she thought she would, there was an aching reminder of how long it's been since he's touched her at all. & she might've stayed frozen here forever. thankfully... he has a fabulous talent for asking stupid shit ! " me ?! " slender fingers wrap around his wrists, finally pushing away from his hold, brain function far stronger now that their mingled breaths isn't a factor anymore.

" shit, okay – no, you're right ! i'm so, terribly sorry for reaching my limit of blatant flirting & fuck-me eyes & pictures- pictures of puck bunnies pouncing on my boyfriend ! " the photo jules had shown her was the last drop. it's sewn to the inside of her eyelids – the proximity, the girl's hands eager to wander, her mouth... god, she's nauseous about it all over again. " ex-boyfriend. " she corrects herself firmly, keeping his gaze & gritting teeth through the sting of it. " one weekend. " she circles back to his request now, folding arms across her chest. the idea of saint barts would be much more glorious if it weren't for the fact that she'll need to spend every waking minute pretending nothing is wrong between the two of them. her best acting gig yet & his family, their clueless audience... yippee. " & then... we're done. "

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[allieh4yes]

║▌│              ✩‬             ˚｡⋆         ↪  @holdthe1ine said: dean dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

the  bite  of  nails  into  his  arm  don’t  seem  to  work  quite  like  she  expects  and  in  the  dim  flickering  light  overhead  she  watches  them  clench  tighter.  crimson  and  neatly  trimmed  tips  embedded  into  all  that  smooth  skin  releasing  suddenly.  narrowed  brown  eyes  watching  the  way  his  mouth  goes  slack  at  the  lower  right  corner  and  his  jaw  does  that  delicious  popping  she’s  come  to  recognize  as  a  desperate  clenching  of  the  teeth.  they’ve  been  sitting  here  less  than  ten  minutes  and  he’s  somehow  managed  to  lose  whatever  thinly  veiled  control  he  had  on  his  patience.  she  wonders  if  it  is  the  delicately  knotted  material  at  the  generous  thrust  of  her  hip  bone  or  maybe  the  high  slit  that  revealed  the  smooth  skin  of  her  upper  thigh  …  the  palm  curled  around  it  sears  her  flesh,  spilling  enough  heat  into  her  body  that  she  feels  it  in  the  fluttery  clench  of  her  womb. 

a  brush  of  his  thumb  over  the  seam  of  her  lace  panties  and  she  knows  he  can  feel  it,  the  moisture  gathered  behind  the  material  clinging  to  smooth  skin.  fingers  lift,  clutching  around  his  chin  and  turning  his  mouth  away  from  the  damp  ring  he’s  made  beneath  the  shell  of  her  ear.  that  gravelly  deep  voice  of  his  is  making  her  clit  pulse  and  if  he  doesn’t  quit  trying  to  convince  her  to  ride  his  fingers  in  the  corner  of  this  booth  she  may  do  just  that.     ❝     knock  it  off,  my  knees  are  too  damn  pretty  for  kneeling  on  these  floors.     ❞ 

[we44sy]

" it's your birthday party, we can't just vanish! " hannah says for the third time, even though her feet are eager to follow her boyfriend up the flight of stairs and down the corridor towards his bedroom. truth be told, she doubts either of them will be missed. at this point, everyone is well on their way to being plastered and hooking up themselves. besides, she'd be a terrible girlfriend if she didn't support the birthday boy's wishes. especially when she'd been teasing him mercilessly since before the party even began. as soon as they're inside and the door is properly locked, she practically launches herself at him. stretching onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around garrett's neck and tug him down for a kiss, chuckling against his lips as their noses bump against one another. " how do you want me, baby? " her voice sounds breathy, words sounding like a cliché porno but she doesn't care. her hands slip under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles under her fingertips. garrett graham truly is all man, and, more importantly, he's all hers.

G. GRAHAM ( @holdthe1ine ) sent: [04.] garrett pulls hannah away from a party after hours of relentless teasing. / something from here, always accepting

[briarhq]

life just came in the way. maybe it didn't help that her plans for the future, her entire life changed in the snap of a second & instead of doing singles, she was forced into doing pairs. and after her leg getting injured at the olympics, after several surgeries that didn't really help on the pain, maybe she just wasn't the relationship type of girl. maybe she should have taken the time to work on herself instead, to grieve her original dream and set some new ones. she'd tried to just be a girl going to college. at least between physical therapy, classes and practice. but it just didn't work. not because she didn't like garrett, she really did. like enough for it to make sense what they said in the movies. like the romance movies and love songs started to make sense. and she'd still found herself pushing away. because it'd been easier that letting someone see that broken, grieving ugly side of her. a side of her she still wasn't quite comfortable with, but she'd started going to a therapist and if anything, she was at least doing better.

not sure how glad her therapist would be for this tho. if she'd see it as a set back or moving forward. it's odd, feeling as if someone else know your feelings better than you do. it's a little over a year since he was in her bed the last time. ( one year and three months. but who's counting really. ) she still had a few of his shirts tucked into her dresser and she still wore them to bed, even if they've lost the smell of him a long time ago. and now he's here and she isn't quite sure what to think. if it's just a one time thing for old times sake or if there's something more. takes her a moment before head turns in his direction, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips. a little hesitating, a little uncertain but still there.

exes to lovers: garrett and kennedy have been broken up for well over a year or two. after a coincidental run in, sender finds themself in receiver's bed. garrett graham & kennedy sterling. ( @holdthe1ine. )

[briar22]

HANDYMAN OR MECHANIC? Hannah ( @holdthe1ine ) asks: I don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening.

ENDEARING SMILE TUGGING ALONG, HIS FAVOURITE PART OF THE DAY ALL SAT IN THE MELODY OF HER VOICE. Eager to please, he couldn't contain himself from simply listening to her as she spoke her own language as he kept her company through yet another of her long shifts at Malone's 𝄖 Logan, for what seemed to be a miracle when regarding his own shifts at the family's garage and part time setting his name as the Briar Campus' official handyman for extra money wise allowed him to be present. It was all about baby steps with Hannah, ... wouldn't catch him complain an inch, though. There was something quite particular about wanting to take it slow and easy for once, being into here since casually meeting her was something he didn't play around about. But John Logan wasn't pushy, he struggled with asking things for himself ... asking her out on a proper date before she displayed any sort of interest on him included.

❝ I don't mind your talkin', Hanny. ❞ He doesn't skip a single beat before stating the obvious, nursing his natural orange juice with the calmest features and pure delight washing over his pair of brownish hues. ❝ Happy to be of service, ... plus your company has more braincells than the house where I live, so the preference is kinda obvious. ❞ Fuck, that smile 𝄖 Hannah Wells had no idea how a goner he was for her, despite his siblings stating how painfully obvious it was for the world around them. Well, what could he say? He didn't want to scare her off so he was biding his time. ❝ Also, you coming to the game tomorrow evening or do I have to beg? I bet Toretto would love if you came. ❞ ... Which was such a bullshit excuse to use your loving dog to get the attention you wanted, but hey, it usually worked just fine. No need to mention Toretto would never attend a hockey game during its life, too loud for his lazy and chill lifestyle back at the house.