#Golf Towel How to Use

[cherry-leclerc]

needy ☆ cl16

genre: humor, fluff, jealous/possessive!charles, smut, established relationship

word count: 2.3k

A certain dislike bubbles deep inside of the Monegasque when you attend your first race and continue praising his teammate.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex, doggy position, m!receiving, blowjob, elevator sexxxx, choking

req!...aghhh i wish men existedddd

You’re smiling wide, face flustered with genuine happiness as you beam up at the podium from afar. The lights, fireworks, music, and environment fill you with pure adrenaline, and suddenly, you get it. Why a lot of people enjoy the sport, you mean. It was an exciting thing to witness.

But from the garage, where your boyfriend is getting weighed after a tiring race, Charles glares at you and then at Carlos who he can’t quite see but can hear the applause for as they announce his name. He can see the way you clap, the way your eyes crinkle up at his teammate. 

It should’ve been him. 

“You were amazing, baby!” you cheer as you skip towards him, arms flying over his broad shoulders. He grimaces. I’m sweaty, he protests as he lightly nudges you away. “Oh.” You take a wary step back at his odd behavior that had never taken place before. “I- um…Carlos and Rebecca invited us out for dinner to celebrate. Do you want to go?”

He could tell you wanted to and he hates how much it bothered him. The way it tugged at his heart like a painful needle. “I’m sweaty,” he simply states again. 

“You can shower first, I’m sure they won’t mind if we’re a bit late-”

“Or you can go without me.”

You frown, shoulders drooping. “But I don’t want to go without you…”

He blinks. Just as he’s able to speak again, Carlos proudly makes his way over with a shiteating grin. “Charles! Great race, man, I’ve missed driving like that.” They share a fierce hug before the Monegasque sheepishly smiles.

“Yeah, I did too.” A beat. “We’ll probably be a bit late to your dinner.”

The Spaniard waves him off. “That’s alright, as long as you make it. I want to celebrate something like this with my team. Especially since this is our last season together.”

Charles can feel a wave of annoyance towards himself for envying the 29 year old. He did enjoy the race, he was extremely happy for his friend, but it didn’t quite click why it nicked him how you wore a bright smile. He nods, a lazy arm pulling you in towards him. Your brows pinch with confusion. “We’ll be there.”

-

“I’m glad I was able to make it,” you ponder as you reapply with a fresh coat of lipstick. Charles dries his brown locks with a white towel as he stands close by. Me too. You hum, eyes trained on your reflection. “It didn’t seem like it.” 

His stomach churns at your sad tone. “I swear I am. Why would you say that?”

A tint of red colors your cheeks as you purse your lips. “For starters, you wouldn’t even let me get close to you. You pushed me away, remember?” He winces at the reminder. 

“I d-didn’t want to cover you with my gross sweat,” he tries as you shake your head.

“Like that’s ever been an issue. You’ve played soccer and kissed me. You’ve had a round of basketball and hugged me after an hour of attempting to make a hoop. Or when you played golf under the blazing sun and kept me close no matter what.” You grab your purse as you make your way towards the door. “Don’t make up some stupid excuse, Charles.”

Guilt slithers all around the green eyed boy as he watches you converse with the Scottish model. He feels like an old grump around the most colorful flower, and he’s ruining it. He was determined to make it up to you. “I’m glad you were here to witness my first podium of the season considering it’s your first time attending a race. That way you remember me as your boyfriend's best teammate,” Carlos gloats as you laugh.

“Oh, for sure.”

Jealousy pangs Charles once again as you continue. “I don’t know how you did it…it was a close one. But definitely a great race, you live up to your last name,” you salute as he winks as a thank you. Rebecca agrees besides her boyfriend. “You got me though because - no offense - I thought Charles had it in the bag.”

You’re getting back at him now. He can hear it in your voice as his eye slightly twitches. The Spaniard chuckles. I thought so too. Placing a warm hand over the Monegasque, you swiftly kiss his stubble. “But you were great nonetheless, Cha. My favorite driver without a doubt. My number one…Ooops. Four.”

“Ah, shit,” Lando hisses from down the table as he nibbles on a piece of cake. 

Charles fumes. “Aren’t you the sweetest thing, amour? Thank you, thank you very much.” 

You giggle. “No problem.”

Coughing awkwardly, Carlos diverts the conversation from the sudden tension as a new topic comes up. You simply jump in with ease as the Monegasque keeps to himself.

He could’ve gotten a podium if it weren’t for his front brake locking. He could’ve been the one celebrating right now with all his friends. He was simply better.

“I’m really going to miss this,” a deep voice rips him away from his thoughts. Carlos sighs. “It’s a struggle, but I will miss it when I’m gone. Especially you,” he says as he points to his teammate. “A sore loser, but you gotta love him.”

Charles scoffs. “I am not a sore loser.”

“He’s right,” you muse. “But trust me, it's incurable. For God's sake, he pouted when I beat his time on the stimulator.”

Pierre gapes. “She beat you? As in her?” Kika laughs, pulling him back by his linen shirt. “That’s actually pretty impressive.”

The Monegasque blushes. “It happened one time. It was probably broken that day.”

“Ahh,” Daniel says as he clicks his tongue. “I totally see it.”

“Would you stop it?” Charles deadpans as the table laughs at his defensive behavior. “I’m honestly happy for Carlos. I am.” 

The Spaniard wiggles his dark brows in a teasing manner. “You hate me a little bit though, no?”

He squints his eyes before aiming a napkin at the brown haired driver. “In the very moment, yeah. Maybe a little.” Carlos raises his hands up before smiling. As the night grows older, the more you lean into your boyfriend's touch, eyes fluttering tiredly. “Wanna leave?”

“Not yet,” you murmur against his chest. “One more round of drinks.”

He snickers. “I think you’ve had enough. Here.” He hands you a glass of water. “Drink it all.” Rolling your eyes, you oblige before it actually sobers you up enough to call it a night. 

“Congrats again, Carlos!” you chirp as your boyfriend drags you away, swinging Charles’ hand like a glass of champagne. “Here’s to more podiums!”

“More podiums, my ass,” he growls as tugs you out. “You’re such a flirt.”

“Only with you,” you hum as you sloppily kiss his lips. “You look so pretty, Cha, you know? Your eyes, your lips, your hair.” You lean in closer to his ear, whispering. “Your cock.”

“Pretty?” he retorts, trying his best to hide his hard on. You giggle. You’re also so fucking hot when you get territorial. It’s sickening, but I love it. His breath hitches.

“Oh, that was fast,” you cutely muse when his car rolls in by the valet. “Ready?”

“Y-yeah.”

As soon as you step foot inside the wide room, you jump onto him, lips clinging onto his neck, hands rushing through his hair frantically. I’m sorry for all I said. I love you, you’re my favorite driver, my number one. You’re-

“Oh,” you sigh as he kneels down in front of you, kissing your legs all the way from bottom to top, worshiping you until his head is beneath your dress, nose brushing against your panties. You shudder. He nips as you leap up in surprise. His teeth wrap around the thin material before sliding down and looking up at you like a dog. 

“Go to the bed. On all fours. Your favorite number, isn’t that right?” 

It’s a lame joke, but it still strikes you with shock as you carefully make your way over, following his clear instruction. And you think he’s going to fuck you, the way you were waiting for, but instead unzips his jeans and takes his boxers off, and stands in front of you. Open. “I thought we were-”

“Well you thought wrong, now open,” he grunts, hands grabbing your chin as he forces your mouth wide. Following along, you stick your tongue out eagerly. Like a dog. You should be ashamed, but can’t find the strength when he slips down your throat. You gag as he groans. “That's it, baby. Work your jaw f’me.”

Deepthroating him, you hum around his length as you take him all. He growls when your teeth graze his skin for a second, harshly pushing you back. “And you’re still being mean to me?” He tsks. “What did I do to you today for you to ignore me?”

Your brows arch. “I wasn’t ignoring you. You were ignoring me.” Fixing your dress, you climb off the bed, but not before he grabs your hand, dark eyes staring back at you. Where are you going? “Far away from you.” He fixes himself before marching after you. Just as the elevator is about to close, he manages to slip in. “I’m not talking to you,” you promise, arms crossed.

“Great.” The elevator comes to a halt. “Because this doesn’t require talking.”

Pushing you against the glass, he kisses you hungrily, greedy hands squeezing your ass as you squeal, attempting to push him off. This only makes him take a step back, rubbing his jaw. Seriously? You debate with yourself for a while before biting down on your lip and pulling him back towards you. 

There’s no sound other than moans and groans as he fucks your against the elevator. The angle causes his tip to hit your g-spot at a mindblowing pace as your head rolls back with pleasure. He’s the first to break the silence as he places a hand next to your head and the other secure around your waist as he pounds into you, loopy eyes admiring the way your breasts bounce. 

“I want you to know that despite my attitude, I’m happy for him, I am.” You don’t need to ask to know who he’s referring to as you hastily nod. I know, Charles. Leaning down to kiss him, you pout when he turns his head, leaving you to peck his jawline. “But you’re mine, all mine.” He sucks on your breasts that spill out in front of him as you whimper. “Repeat it back to me.”

“I’m all y-yours, you doofus,” you grin, tangled hair flying into your mouth as you squirm. “I didn’t even think I’d have to say it.” Squealing in shock, you hurry to grab the metal bar as he places you down and spins you around, leaving you mushed up against the tinted glass. “Oh shit.”

“Pretty view, no?” he quietly questions behind you, lustful eyes laser focused on the way you take him like no other. He grunts, head rolling back, messy hair following along. There’s no room to worry about the possibility that there could be a camera in the tiny space, or that help may be on the way despite the red button being pushed on purpose. And then he wraps his large hand around your throat and your breath hitches, tiny hole enveloping around him even harder. “S-so good, chérie.” He kisses you shoulder sloppily, mouth hanging a tad bit open as he tries to push back his fierce sense to come inside of you. 

I think it’s stuck, a familiar voice clarifies from outside. 

It is, you dimwit, another retorts as a group of mumbles follow with agreement. 

“Oh shit,” Charles whispers as he rapidly pulls out of you, fixing you dress and hair to the best of his ability before focusing on his equally fucked out appearance. A soft wail escapes your lips at the sensitivity that remains in between your legs as Charles apologetically pecks your temple and the door finally slides open.

“Charles?” Pierre squeaks as soon as he spots his friend. “Holy shit, are you guys okay?”

“Completely fine!”

“It was so scary,” you add, shivering with theatrical fear to emphasize your words. “Thank God they were able to help us,” you say as you signal to the hotel staff members who stand by with a skeptical smile. “I don’t know what we would have done.”

“I have a theory,” Lando whispers to Carlos as they snicker, taking in your sweaty state. The way your zipper isn’t all the way up, showing off a bit of humid skin. The way the Mongasque keeps his hands adamantly in front of his hard on. It’d be stupid not to know what had been taking place prior seconds.

“Well thank God you guys are okay,” Pierre breathes, already making his way to hug you and the 26 year old. Kika grimaces while you two cringe at the fact that the Frenchman was getting a good look and feel of the forbidden afterglow. Patting his shoulder away awkwardly, Charles hums enthusiastically.

“It’s been quite an eventful day... Charles?”

Dark brows fly up before nodding hastily. “Yeah! We should go to sleep…Take care guys! Au revoir!” 

Pierre smiles happily as he watches you two scurry away, Charles almost tripping as you grab onto his shoulder to level him up. “That’s actually really scary, I think I would cry if I were in their situation,” he admits, wide eyes blinking towards his friend group.

“Oh, honey,” Kika sighs, leaning up to pat her boyfriend's chest with empathy for his naiveness. What? Wouldn’t you? 

Lando can’t help but let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands with amusement. 

“Open up your eyes, Pierre. Those two totally fucked.”

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Champagne & Sunshine (Pt.1)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/n celebrates six months in the OBX with her best friend JJ and the rest of the Pogues. Although Kiara isn't overly happy about it.

Warnings: Alcohol, language

Word Count: 3.8k+

Y/N's POV:

You pulled up to the beach in your dad's '95 Benz Truck. The one you had just inherited for your birthday. Your dad offered to buy you a new car but you wanted this one. It was your favorite.

"There's Barbie!" You hear JJ holler as you get out of the car.

You smile, holding up two bottles of champagne. You swayed you hips, your long hair draped over your shoulder. JJ was practically drooling at the sight of you in your booty shorts and crop top, belly ring dazzling in the sunlight.

"Well if it isn't miss Kylie Jenner, ladies and gentlemen." Kiara scoffs.

"Good to see you too, Kie." You smile at her. You didn't hate Kiara. But she had a thing for JJ and it was quite literally impossible for JJ to focus on anything else when he was in your presence. You remained friendly to her. You were friendly to everyone.

"What's the special occasion, mama?" JJ asks as you approach him and wrap your arms around him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him, his arms snaking around your lower back as he takes in your scent.

"I've officially been in the OBX for 6 months and I've made some amazing friends!" You say happily.

"Weren't you like the Kook Queen of LA? How'd you even end up with us again?" Pope asks playfully.

"Cuz this one here wouldn't leave me alone," You chuckle, pointing to JJ.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to not be obsessed with you?" JJ smiles.

You can feel Kie rolling her eyes but you couldn't care less.

"I don't think stalking the new girl and somehow managing to fall flat on your face every time she speaks to you is the best method to getting the girl." Pope laughs.

"She's here isn't she?" JJ says, motioning to you standing right beside him.

You laugh at their exchange. "Here," You hand Pope a bottle of champagne. "I have more in the cooler," You motion to the G-Wagon. "JJ, help me out?"

"Anything for you, m'lady." He says, following you closely back to your car. You open the trunk and JJ grabs the cooler. You grab some towels and walk back over to where everyone sat on the beach.

You lay a towel down a bit further from wherever else sat and you and JJ sat down.

"There she blows!" JJ said as he popped off the cork to the champagne. You giggled as some of it spilled onto your tan skin. "Ladies first," He says, offering you the bottle.

"Such a gentlemen," You tease before pressing the bottle to your lips and taking a sip.

JJ watched you, smile wide on his face.

"Hey, if you're sick of being hit on by the Kook Klan you can come slum it with the Pogues."

You turn around to see a shaggy haired blonde boy smiling widely at you. You return a smile. "Pogues?"

"Yeah, ya know, we aren't all rich and pretentious like those ones," He nods towards Rafe and Topper, the two boys who had been on your tail all night. "But we know how to have a good time."

"Uhm, yeah, that sounds good. Kind of sick of hearing about golf." You chuckle.

"Well you're in luck, Princess! All we do is surf."

"I love surfing!" You say excitedly. "I haven't been out here yet."

"A woman after my own heart." He smiles. "I'm JJ."

"Y/N," You respond, offering your hand.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the Pogue life!" JJ says as he throws his arm around your neck and guides you down to a small fire his friends were sitting around. "Guys, this is Y/N! Y/N, this is John B, Pope, Kie, and Sarah. Sarah is Rafe's sister but she's way cooler."

"Hey guys!" You say sweetly. Everyone offers you a smile, Kie's smile was less that genuine but you didn't let it bother you.

"Holy shit, where are you from and why did you follow JJ over here?" Pope asks jokingly as he takes in your features.

Your long hair extensions, bright pink claws, your mini skirt and heels, you were obviously not from the Outer Banks and you were definitely not a Pogue.

"California! Calabasas." You smile. "You guys seem cooler than those douche bags." You laugh, turning and pointing to Rafe and Topper who were glaring in your direction.

"So sorry you had to be subjected to my brother and my ex," Sarah giggled. "They are both douchebags."

You laughed. "Yeah, I gathered that almost immediately."

You and JJ sat down. "So, Y/N, you surf?" John B asks, almost expecting you to say no. You were nice, but you definitely seemed like you'd rather spend a day at the mall than on the water.

"Yep!" You say, shocking everyone. "Used to go every day back home."

"Think you can keep up here?" JJ teased.

You turn to look at him with a flirty smile. "Barbie, eat your heart out."

Ever since you and JJ met that night, he'd been head over heels for you. You grew incredibly close to him and his friends. You'd spend your days surfing, absolutely schooling them almost every time. Days out on the Pogue, fishing and drinking. It was a whole different life than you were used to and you couldn't be happier. Truth was, you had it bad for JJ too, but you loved teasing him.

You laid down in JJ's lap, letting the sun kiss your bronze skin. He twirled your hair around in his finger. "Did you get new extensions?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was about damn time. Mine were so grown out."

"So soft..." JJ mutters as he works on braiding a small part of your hair.

"Want me to get you some extensions, J?" You giggle.

"Absolutely," He chuckles.

You take another sip of champagne before reaching your hand up and stroking your nails down JJ's leg. You could feel goosebumps form on his skin under your touch and you smiled.

It had been six months of dancing around the obvious with JJ. The way he was constantly hanging all over you, making you laugh. The way his eyes lit up when you entered the room. The way he'd stumble over his words whenever you offered a flirtatious remark.

And your actions didn't go unnoticed either. The way your long legs were always draped over his lap. The way you beamed up at him when he was goofing off. The way you blushed whenever he called you Barbie or Princess.

Never in a million years did the island of Kildare think they'd see what could be the sixth Kardashian sister pine over a "loser" like JJ Maybank but that's exactly what happened. No one ever made you feel so happy and free like JJ Maybank did.

The Pogues were happy for you both, well, except for Kiara. She was civil, but her jealousy was obvious. The Kooks, well, the Kooks hated it. Whenever they got a minute alone with you at a party they'd talk shit on JJ and your friends, saying you're too good for them. You'd just scoff and go find your best friend, grinding against him and hanging on his neck while you looked them dead in the eyes. You left your fake, pretentious friends back in Calabasas. When you moved here and met the Pogues, you became a whole new person. You finally felt like you belonged.

"Are we gonna surf or what?" Kiara asked, eyeing you and JJ being overly friendly.

"Hell yeah we're gonna surf!" You shoot up, running to your car and grabbing your board.

The waves were fierce today and you were the first one in the water, catching the first wave immediately and riding it out perfectly before the others could even catch up.

-

"She's way too good at this. I still can barely stand." Sarah says to Kie and John B.

"Yeah, when we first met her I thought there was no way she could keep up." John B replies, watching you ride out another wave.

"She's not that great," Kie scoffs.

"Come on, Kie. I know you've had a thing for JJ but Y/N is cool! And JJ seems happy, that's what's important right?" Sarah says.

Kie watches as you and JJ take on a wave together. She chews on her lip, admiring the boy she'd been in love with for so long. But Sarah was right, JJ really was happy. Happier than he'd ever been since you came into their lives.

"I am happy for him. I just wish she wasn't the only thing he cared about." Kie responds.

"He still cares about you, Kie. About all of us. He's just...he's never had...that." John B says, motioning to you. JJ had some hook ups, of course, but he'd never had a girl that was so obviously into him the way he was in her, even if they still were too shy to admit it.

"Just didn't think he'd fall for a girl like her," Kie says quietly before paddling out into the water.

-

After a long day of surfing, and finally helping Sarah ride out a full wave, you headed back to the Chateau.

"You did so good, Sarah!" You say, clanking your glass to hers before slurping down more champagne.

"I literally cannot believe I did that," She chuckles. "Thanks for teaching me."

"Any time babes!" You says, swimming over to her and kissing her on the cheek.

John B and Sarah sit across from you and JJ in the hot tub, the champagne coursing through your veins was obvious as you and JJ got more and more touchy, as you always did when the liquid courage took over.

-

Kie and Pope sat in the lawn chairs just outside the hot tub.

Kie watched as you sang the lyrics of Champagne and Sunshine, clinging to JJ as you did. The way his face lit up at the way you smiled made her frown.

"I'm sorry, Kie." Pope said, placing a hand on her knee.

"What does he see in her?"

"I don't know, I mean, she's goofy like him. She surfs. She's always happy-"

"Not helping, Pope." Kie cuts him off. Kiara had trouble seeing past the fake hair, fake nails, and fake lashes. As if those things meant your personality was fake. But you weren't fake. You were nothing but kind to everyone you met. Your feelings for JJ were genuine. You were more than happy to be a "Pogue". Even if you looked like a Kook, you wanted nothing to do with that side of the island.

"Sorry," Pope says. "I just mean, I think she's a good match for JJ. And I know that's not what you want to hear but he's happy. And you'll be happy too."

Kiara offers a small smile and nods.

"If it were me, I know who'd I choose." Pope says.

Kiara looks up at him with wide eyes. Pope offers a sympathetic smile and Kie quickly looks away, hiding the pink that was spreading across her cheeks.

-

You were all tipsy, laughing and singing along to the music. JJ's hand squeezed your hip as he brought a lighter to the joint between his lips.

You straddled his lap and he looked up at you with wide eyes. "Hey, princess!" He says, really enjoying the feeling of your clothed pussy hovering just above his member.

You looked down at the blue eyes you'd fallen so madly in love with. You smile and take the joint from between his lips. You bring it to yours and inhale deeply before passing it off to John B without taking your eyes of JJ's.

You smile, placing your hands softly on either side of JJ's jawline and pull his lips to yours, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. He inhales as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him.

Your lips lock together and you can feel the electricity course through your body. Six long months of waiting for this moment. Six months of falling head over heels for your best friend.

His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle, but hungry. You could tell he'd been waiting for this minute for as long as you had.

The world disappeared around you as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Yours danced with his as you felt his arm grip your waist tighter and his fingers gently pulled at your hair.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Fucking finally!"

You smile against JJ's lips as you hear your friends holler around you. You flip them off as you continue lose yourself in the one man that's ever made you feel at home.

You don't notice Kiara storming off into the Chateau and Pope following her.

"Shit," You hear Sarah whisper.

You pull back slightly and and lock eyes with JJ, biting your lip as you try to contain your smile.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." JJ chuckles.

"I think I might have an idea," You tease, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

JJ places kisses along your neck and shoulder. You could feel him smile against your skin.

JJ's POV:

I can feel her smiling against my neck. Did that really just happen? I thought to myself. My absolute dream girl was clinging to me as tightly as I clung to her. Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

"You're so perfect." I mumble against her skin.

She chuckles and leans back, her Y/E/C eyes studying my face. "Shut up," She teases. I smile and bring both my hands to her hips, brushing my thumb over skin as I looked up at her. I think I'm fucking in love.

"Hey guys," John B's voice ruins the moment.

"What?" I ask, not taking my eyes off Y/N.

"Uh, don't get me wrong. I love this for you guys. But I think Kiara is upset."

Y/N's expression changes as she slides off my lap and moves away. The loss of her touch left me feeling cold even though I was immersed in the hot water.

I groan under my breath. I didn't want it to seem like I didn't care about Kie but I didn't have those feelings for her. Y/N was everything I've ever wanted. And Y/N was far too sweet. If Kie was uncomfortable, of course she was going to back off.

"I'll go talk to her," I say, hopping out of the hot tub and placing a kiss on Y/N's temple.

I see Kie and Pope on the couch when I enter the Chateau. "Kie, can we talk?" Kie looks up at me with tear stricken eyes. "Pope, scram!" I say as I sit on the coffee table across from Kiara. Pope does as he's told. "Kie, what's going on?" I ask, taking her chin and forcing her to look at me.

"Doesn't matter, JJ." She said sourly.

"It does matter! You're my best friend. Why are you upset?"

"Just go back to your valley girl," She mutters. I clench my jaw. Kiara was constantly judging Y/N for not being Pogue material. She'd never taken the time to get to know her.

"Why do you hate her?" I ask, standing up from the table and walking around the room. "What has she done to you?"

"I don't hate her JJ," Kiara begins. "I just...she's not a real Pogue! She's fake as fuck!"

"Fake hair doesn't make her fake, Kiara. You haven't even tried to be her friend."

Kiara just scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"Look Kie," I sigh. "I love you. You're my best friend, okay? But I really, really like Y/N. It would mean a lot to me if you could get along with her. She's nothing but nice to you."

Kiara purses her lips and nods as she stares at the ground. "I don't think that's going to happen."

Y/N's POV:

"Fuck, I feel bad." You say, grinding your acrylic nail between your teeth.

"Don't feel bad, Y/N. JJ is obsessed with you, and it's obvious you're into him too. You guys deserve to be happy." Sarah reassures you.

"Kie's never liked me. I feel like I just came in and fucked everything up."

"You didn't," John B says. "JJ's never been happier. We all love having you around. Kie will come around in time."

JJ and Kie come out of the Chateau. They both looked unhappy and it made your stomach turn. JJ came over to you and pressed his lips to your ear. "Can we go to your place?" He asked.

JJ stayed at your house often. It wasn't a weird request. But you could tell something wasn't right in his voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course." You say as you climb out of the hot tub. You dry yourself off with your towel and grab your bag. "We'll catch you guys tomorrow!" You say as you and JJ start towards your car.

"Hope she's still pretty when you fuck all the fake off her!" A tipsy Kiara yells after you. You and JJ stop in your tracks. You'd been nothing but nice to Kiara since the night you met her. You tried to be her friend and she always shrugged you off. You were honestly sick of it.

You turn on your heel and start back towards her. "What the hell is your problem, Kiara?!" You spit.

"I just think JJ deserves better than some Malibu Barbie who will turn on him as soon as shit gets hard." She hisses back.

"You don't fucking know me!" You yell. "You've made no effort in getting to know me! Everyone else seems to like me. I've never given you a reason to fucking hate me aside from the fact that you're obsessed with JJ and he doesn't feel the same towards you!"

She scrunches up her face at your words.

You'd been nice for too long and you could feel the California version of yourself coming out. You approach her calmly as you cross your arms over your chest. You lean towards her, tongue sliding across your bottom lip. "You can hate me all you want. That won't stop JJ from absolutely losing himself inside me tonight." You whisper with a smile.

You chuckle before turning around and heading back to your car. You hop in the driver's seat. You watch as everyone is silent. JJ stares at Kiara for a moment, you can see her trying to hold back tears. JJ shakes his head at her before turning and climbing into your car.

The car ride was silent as you headed towards Figure Eight. You couldn't help but start to feel guilty the longer you drove. You didn't want to hurt Kiara. You were just so fed up with her treating you this way.

"Hey you two!" Your mom gushes as you and JJ walk into the kitchen.

"Hey mom!" You say.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N!" JJ says.

"Are you guys hungry? I made pizza!"

You and JJ exchange a glance. Neither of you really had an appetite after what just happened. "Maybe later," You say. "We're gonna go watch a movie."

"Okay, Sweetie. Your father and I are meeting some friends at the club. We'll be home later."

"Sounds good!" You say, dragging JJ up the stairs to your room.

Your parents loved JJ. Back in California there were no Kooks or Pogues. Your mom and dad grew up working for everything they have now. They were the last people to judge. They knew about JJ's home life and insisted he stay at your house whenever he needed. He was nothing but respectful to your parents and your little sister, Marley.

Your parents were rich and boujee and well respected but as soon as they got home and kicked off their designer clothes, they were stoners at heart. You came from a long line of hippies. Your parents wouldn't forget that. However, they still loved life's luxuries and wanted the best for you and Marley, so they put on a Kook front for the new island you now called home.

Once you and JJ were in your room, he flopped onto your bed and groaned.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said to Kie. I-"

"Don't be sorry, Y/N." JJ said. "She's been such a bitch to you since you moved here. I don't blame you for getting upset."

"Still. I shouldn't have said what I said." You moved to your closet, slipping out of your bikini and throwing on a t-shirt and panties. You grabbed some gym shorts for JJ and tossed them to him. He had left many clothes at your house over the last six months.

"I tried to talk to her. Tried to ask her to be civil," He said as he slid his shorts on. "She's just fucking stubborn."

You nodded, heading to your bathroom to take your make up off. JJ followed you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled at the gesture.

"Can I do it?" JJ asked as he saw you reaching for your lashes.

You giggled. "Yeah, JJ, you can do it."

You sat down on your closed toilet and looked up at JJ, closing your eyes. He took your lashes between his fingers and slowly began pulling.

"Just yank it off, JJ!" You laugh.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"It won't hurt, just rip it."

JJ does as he told and you smile at the instant relief your eyelid felt.

"So weird," JJ says as he fiddles with the lashes in his fingers, flicking them to the side like they are a spider.

"If it freaks you out why do you always want to do it?" You giggle.

"Cuz it's satisfying," He tells you as he leans down to pull your other lashes off. Once he does, he grabs your make up remover and a cotton pad, slowly removing all the make up from your skin. You relax under his touch, enjoying the way he knows how to take care of you.

Once he finishes removing your make up, he ties your hair back, careful of you extensions like you showed him. He washes your face and puts on you moisturizer.

"There. So fucking pretty." He says as he admires your bare face.

You smile up at him, begging for him to kiss you but you know he's too shy.

JJ leads you back to your bed and you both climb under the covers. "What episode were we on?" He asks as he scrolls through Kardashian reruns.

"Uhhhh, Khloe divorcing Lamar." You say. JJ finds the episode and throws the remote to the side. He wraps you tightly in your arms and your throw your arm and leg over his body, nuzzling against his chest.

You felt your eyes growing heavy as JJ ran his fingers over your arm. You couldn't help but smile as you thought about your life. Last year you were stuck in a place full of fake ass people who didn't give a shit about your well being. Now, you were laying in bed watching the Kardashians with a boy who literally couldn't get enough of you. A boy who took the time to learn everything about you. How to care for your hair extensions, take off your make up properly, what colors you liked your nails. A boy who knew you were petrified of spiders and heights. A boy that could make you laugh for hours on end. A boy who'd bring you your favorite food at 2am just because you texted him that you were hungry. A perfect boy.

You couldn't deny the fact that you were absolutely in love with JJ Maybank.

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More CEORRY smut pls! He’s so HAWT🥵🥵

Got Me Right Where You Want Me*

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding, exhibitionism

summary: YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him

pairing: ceo harry x reader

wc: 5.4k

masterlist | harry styles masterlist | requests open

a/n: i’ve decided i’m gonna try and post a oneshot every friday (key word is TRY😭) and i’ll probably do blurbs in between

~

Fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a towel around his waist, Harry steps into his and YN’s shared bedroom, humming the tune of the song he’d been listening to. His eyes instantly travel to his wife, who is freshly showered as well, still sitting in the exact same spot she was in when he went to shower. He rolls his eyes fondly as he watched her scroll through her emails with just a towel around her, the cutest look of concentration adorning her face.

Making his way to her, he sits down next to her, and she looks up at him with a soft smile. Returning her smile, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers sweetly. She melts into him and frowns when they pull away, making him chuckle at her.

“Do you want to come with me to the course today?” he questions, standing from the bed and heading to the closet. YN is slightly confused, as he’s never asked her to accompany him before.

“I mean, of course, but what’s the occasion?“ she asks, standing up as well and heading to her side of the closet. Her eyes skim over her clothes as she awaits his answer, a sigh leaving her when she realizes she’d left her white tennis skirt at their London home the last time they visited.

“Just miss you,” he responds, sitting down on his ottoman to pull his shirt over his head. “Been busy all week and we haven’t really had any time together,” he finishes timidly, making YN laugh quietly at him.

Walking over to him, she leans over him and places her hands on his chest. “We’ve been together for ten years and you’re still afraid to admit you love me?” she questions. “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me or something,” she teases, heading back to her space to find an outfit.

Harry tuts at her, a frown tugging at his lips. “Oh, shut the fuck up. You know m’not ashamed of you. Never have been, never could be,” he retorts, pulling his pants up before sliding his feet into his shoes.

She laughs heartily at her husband, sitting down to start moisturizing her skin. “Yeah, I bet you can’t be. Especially not when you cried like a baby at our wedding in front of all your tough guy friends,” she teases, making him scoff in mock offence.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he laughs, pushing her shoulder playfully before standing up to loop his belt into his pants. “I still think you’re the one who leaked those pictures,” he mutters, making her double over in laughter at the memory behind the accusation.

He makes his way from the closet with a dimpled grin on his face, headed to the garage to get his clubs. “I’m ready whenever you are, gonna be in the Range Rover,” he calls, and she nods in agreement although he can’t see her.

Standing back up, she skims her closet once more, dragging her finger along each item of clothing as she tries to decide what to wear. She knows it’s nearly 100°F in LA, so she needs something that’ll keep her cool.

Her eyes land on a purple, thin, tennis dress, and her face lights up as it’s absolutely perfect. It matches Harry’s shirt almost perfectly, and it’s thin enough to keep her cool out in the summer heat.

Taking it off the hanger, she smiles as she notices just how short it is, and knowing that it will be even shorter once it’s on her body. She slides on a decides against a bra, knowing it’ll be uncomfortable in the material and she can use it to her advantage anyways.

She immediately slips the dress over her head before deciding on some plain white sneakers and putting on some jewelry and perfume before heading out of the closet and down to the car where Harry is waiting for her.

In no rush at all, she takes her time and makes her way down to the garage, anticipating Harry’s reaction. She closes the door behind her and slips into the car without a word, buckling her seatbelt.

Harry’s eyes are practically burning her skin with how hard he’s staring, and she doesn’t even have to look at him to know that his eyes are bulging out of his head.

Turning to look at him, she puts on a look of faux confusion as she eyes him. “Are you okay?” she questions innocently, placing her arm on his bicep.

Her touch seems to snap him out of the trance, and he clears his throat with a small nod before pulling out of the garage and heading down the road. A small smirk plays on YN’s lips as they make the drive there, loving how fidgety Harry is beside her. She can clearly see his jaw clench every time he spares her a glance before swallowing thickly, his Adam’s Apple straining against the skin of his throat.

When the two are sat at a red light, YN decides to take it a step further. Reaching over, she places a hand on his thigh and feels the thick muscle twitch beneath her palm. Harry glares at her for a split second before the light turns green, his eyes snapping back to the road ahead.

A sigh of relief passes through his lips when he sees the familiar greenery of their country club’s golf course, ready to get out of the car that’s so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. He practically speeds into his reserved parking spot, throwing the car in park and leaning back to rest against the seat.

Still smirking, YN moves her hand from his thigh to the very prominent bulge in his slacks, grazing it gently. She’s filled with satisfaction when he inhales sharply and cuts his eyes to hers in anger.

Before he can retaliate, she’s slipping out of the car quickly, and he’s not even a little bit surprised when she ‘drops’ her visor on the ground outside the car only to bend down to pick it up.

His eyes are bulging out of his head once again as he has a full view of her barely covered ass, making him stifle a groan. He can’t even form any words to speak, not that he’d get a word in anyways as she closes the door and heads into the building, a smug smile on her face.

In the car, Harry’s mouth is agape as he recalls each event he’s gone through since he stepped out of his shower, palming his cock as he realizes her game. He’s so hard it hurts, but he tries his best to will the boner away, all while coming up with a plan to even the score.

~

Rolling her eyes in frustration, YN flips Harry the middle finger as he turns to look at her, a dimpled smile on his face. Sweat is glistening on his forehead, dripping down the side of his face in the humid LA heat, and YN is damn near dripping down her thighs as she watches him play.

Ever since Harry set foot into the country club with a dimpled grin on his face, YN knew she’d fucked up by teasing him the way she did. No matter how nervous she gets, though, she refuses to show it.

With each precise swing of his favourite club, Harry makes sure to flex his muscles extra hard, and groans extra loud when the ball doesn’t go as far as he’d like.

After each of these, he cuts his eyes to his wife who is trying to act like it’s not affecting her, but he can see through her tough act. Just the thought of her dripping into her panties but acting like she isn’t has his knees weak.

About three holes in, Harry decides to take a break and go inside the club for some much needed air. He hops onto his reserved golf cart beside his wife and leans over to give her a peck on the lips before driving toward the building.

His smirk is still very evident when he places his free hand on her thigh that’s closest to him, and YN thinks nothing of it as it is a normal gesture. When he moves his hand up higher to the bottom of her dress, her breath hitches and she whips her head to look at him as she realizes what he’s doing.

“You’re not funny, H,” she hisses, a scowl on her face as his fingers touch the crevice where her thigh and pelvis meet.

Harry scoffs out a sarcastic laugh at her comment before he speaks up. “Yeah, but it was funny when you did it, hm?” he retorts, making the sharp turn that leads them to the concrete road. The movement makes his hand graze right over her pussy, and the both of them gasp quietly at the feeling.

Smirking, Harry turns his head to her for a split second. “It’s not funny. I see,” he mutters. “‘s not funny because you’re dripping into your panties and you want me to do something about it, right?” he questions, pulling into the parking spot and killing the engine.

He doesn’t even give her time to answer before he’s pushing down right where her clit is, making her choke out a moan.

Just as she starts to buck her hips into his hand, he pulls away, laughing loudly as she whines in frustration. “Should’ve thought about that before you started this, Pet,” he teases, waiting for her to climb out of the cart and head inside.

He reaches his hand out for hers, but she angrily stoops past him, upset that he’s beat her at her own game. The action makes him laugh even harder, shaking his head at his prideful wife.

~

Once inside the club, Harry gruffly greets everyone he knows, ignoring the ogling women around him. He truly only has eyes for his wife, not even bothering to look their way. Each woman has their eyes on him as he steps in, confused as to why he stood waiting by the entrance.

All of their confusion quickly moulds into jealousy as they see a beautiful woman enter the building, a pretty dress on that is the same colour as Harry’s shirt. They each take note of how he smiles softly at her and wraps his arm around her waist to keep her close, a stark contrast to the way he interacts with others.

The club is silent as the two make their way to the bar, watching the way his arm never leaves her body. No one has ever seen YN, let alone the way he treats her differently than everyone else.

The two of them just end up getting waters, parched from the heat. Despite the fact that water is free there, Harry makes sure to slap two $100 bills onto the counter once they receive their drinks.

It’s no longer silent in the club, the onlookers going back about their day as the two are literally just drinking water. Once the two are all refreshed from the cold drinks, Harry places a ringed hand on YN’s thigh once again, making her jump slightly at the coldness of his palm.

She has to stifle a groan when he picks up where he left off earlier, toying with the edge of her panties before pulling them to the side and swiping a finger through her folds. The action has her eyes rolling into her head when he grazes her sensitive clit, and then he just pulls away.

YN groans in frustration at the teasing, leaning up to whisper in his ear angrily. “Okay, it’s not fucking funny anymore,” she grits out, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly in shock. “If you aren’t going to fuck me then stop fucking touching me,” she finishes, sitting up straight once more.

Turning her head, she looks at her husband and immediately knows she fucked up. His eyes have darkened and his jaw is clenched. Unsurprisingly, the sight only turns her on even more, and she has to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing between her legs.

“In the fucking bathroom. I want you bent over the sink with y’panties down,” he demands, pinching her clit slightly and making her whimper at the slight pain that shoots up her spine. “And don’t even think about touching yourself. You’re already in trouble,” he warns, snapping her panties back into place and taking another drink of his water.

She practically scrambles as she hurries to the family bathroom, doing as he says and hoping that no one comes in and sees her exposed this way.

It’s definitely been over ten minutes by the time she’s getting so desperate she can barely wait, and then the door swings open, making her tense. She hears a familiar hum of satisfaction from behind her, and she relaxes as it’s only her husband.

Closing the door behind him, he doesn’t take his eyes off of where she’s dripping for him, watching as a bit of her slick trails down her thighs with how desperate she is.

Stepping up behind her, he swipes a finger over the skin of her thigh and collects some of her arousal before bringing it to his lips. Looking up into the mirror, he finds her eyes as he brings his finger to his mouth.

Moaning at the taste, he watches as YN squirms in discomfort as he pussy throbs at the sight. No more words are exchanged as Harry unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out before using his palm to clean up some of her arousal.

YN is confused for a moment, but it doesn’t last long at all as she watches him wrap his hand around his cock and start to stroke it with her stick.

He groans in pleasure as she whines at the sight, unsure how much more she can take. “Please fuck me. Swear I’ll be good, Daddy. Just please,” she begs, finding his eyes in the mirror.

“Mm, I don’t know, pet,” he tsks, stepping forward and moving the head of his cock through he swollen folds. “You haven’t been on your best behaviour today, so I’m not sure if you deserve it,” he hums in faux thoughtfulness.

She’s near tears at this point, just desperate to feel him deep inside of her and stretching her out. “I swear I do, I didn’t meant it,” her eyes are still boring into his. “I’ll be such a good girl, just-,” she’s immediately cut off with a gasp that melts into a moan, as Harry decided to push his cock into her in one quick thrust.

Her hands are gripping the counter tightly as he bottoms out, her jaw dropped as she hears him groan behind her. She’s so fucking full of him, feeling each ridge and vein of his cock grazing her sensitive walls.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Daddy,” she babbles, feeling the head of his cock pressed slightly against her cervix.

The slight pain has her head spinning, and he’s just pressed up against her as he lets her adjust. When she’s fully relaxed, she gives him a slight nod of permission to begin thrusting into her.

Harry wastes absolutely no time, pulling out until only the tip of him is resting inside of her before slamming back into her and burying himself to the hilt.

The force of the thrust sends her flying forward, a choked moan falling from her lips at the feeling. He repeats the action over and over, and she’s sure she’ll have bruises on her torso in the morning from how rough it is. But she wouldn’t change it, not at all. Especially not with the way he’s making her feel so good she can barely form a coherent sentence.

Cries and moans are accompanied by the sound of Harry’s hips hitting her ass with each thrust, giving everyone outside a mental image of exactly what’s going on behind the bathroom doors.

That thought doesn’t stop him, though. If anything, it gave him the motivation to keep up the pace, absolutely wrecking his wife. His fingers are digging into her hips as he pulls her back to meet each thrust as well as keeping her stable.

Removing one hand from her hip, he brings it down onto her backside harshly, listening to her cry out and feeling her clench around him. “Gonna cum?” he questions, watching as she squeezes her eyes shut and nods, ready to cum then and there.

Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, though, she feels her orgasm slipping away and she’s empty as Harry pulls out of her, stroking his cock furiously before sliding the tip back into her at the last moment and cumming inside her contracting walls with a throaty groan.

She whines in frustration, slamming her hand down onto the counter as she squeezes her shaking thighs together for some sort of stimulation.

She looks up at him questioningly, the sadness on her face almost making him feel bad. Almost. The remorse is quickly turned back into arousal as he sees his cum leaking from her and down her thighs a bit.

“Fuck,” he pants, tucking his cock back into his slacks. “I should make you sit out there in a puddle of my cum but I need you home so I can really take you,” he spits before spanking her ass once more.

She moans deeply at the sharp sting as he rubs the sore spot before pulling her panties back up. “Cmon, let’s get to the car,” he tells her, and she instantly obliges.

The two walk back out into the main area, ignoring the shocked looks of the other members as it’s very obvious what they were doing in the bathroom.

~

Once they’re back in the car, YN is still very angry at her mean husband, but at the same time she knows she deserved it for being a brat. She just didn’t think he’d deny her of an orgasm.

The radio is on in the car, and it’s the only sound they can hear beside the engine. YN’s arms are folded neatly in her lap as she tries to avoid more punishment, already knowing he’s angry.

“Pull y’panties down,” he demands suddenly, making YN look at him in shock before immediately doing what he requested as she takes in the firm look on his face. “Rub your clit a little. Just real soft and slow,” he tells her, eyeing her as she places one leg on the dashboard and passes him the panties.

She wastes absolutely no more time, bringing two fingers between her messy folds and then up to her swollen clit before rubbing slowly and softly, just as he’d told her to. The stimulation feels so good, and she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back against the seat as she tries not to speed her hand up.

“Would y’look at that,” he muses, basking in the sound of her breathy whines as he watches her tease herself. “Y’panties are all ruined, poor thing,” he smirks.

She cries out in frustration and pleasure as she circles her clit again, the slow torture only making her angry.

He hums in faux sympathy, looking over at her for a brief second. “Do y’need Daddy to take care of you?” he questions, smiling softly as she nods furiously. “Oh, Pet,” he tsks. “Should’ve thought about that, hm?” he continues. “Slap y’cunt five times. Hard. Then put your legs back down,” he finishes, making her groan at the demand.

She follows his orders immediately, the stinging pain of the slaps making her jump and cry out in pain. She doesn’t let up, though, finishing up the request before closing her legs tightly and fixing her dress once more.

Harry gives her a towel to clean his cum from her hand before they continue the drive in silence, YN anticipating what’s to come.

~

By the time they arrive at home, nervous isn’t the word to describe what YN is feeling, not in the slightest. She’s kind of shaky, but Harry places a warm hand on her thigh and calms her down, his gentle touch letting her know that there’s nothing to worry about. He will always take care of her.

Stepping out of the car with her panties in pocket, Harry walks around to the passenger door and helps her out, letting her go in front of him to punch in the code to get into their home.

He closes the door gently, taking his shoes off as she does the same. “You can take a seat on the couch, I’ll be back down after I take a shower,” he tells her before pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. Yet another gesture to let her know he isn’t too angry anymore.

She nods and does as he says, just scrolling on her phone for a few minutes until she hears a knock on the front door. Confusion fills her, she’s not expecting anyone and she hopes Harry isn’t at a time like this.

Opening the door, YN is honestly saddened to see Niall, Harry’s best friend, on the other side of the door in some casual clothing.

Leaning down to give her a hug, he places a friendly kiss on YN’s forehead as she invites him in. He starts to slip his shoes from his feet, making YN frown and groan under her breath.

“Hey, YN. I hope you guys don’t mind I came over. My girlfriend and her friends are having a girls day so I’m gonna bother you two for a couple hours,” he tells her, making his way to the couch and sitting down exactly where YN had been sat just moments before.

“No, no! Don’t-“ YN tries to warn him, but he’s already sat there and getting comfortable, turning on the television in front of him.

“Don’t worry,” he continues. “It’ll be like I’m not even here,” he finishes.

“Alright,” YN sighs, still standing near the couch. “Do you want a drink or something?” she questions, and he shakes his head.

“No, you just go about whatever you were doing. Thanks,” he smiles, turning back to the television.

“I fucking wish,” YN mutters, headed to the kitchen to get a drink. She rests at the counter with her elbows against it, completely forgetting about how she was pantiless and still dripping with her husband’s cum. Not long after, she feels a presence behind her, making her jump in fear.

“Shh, it’s just me,” Harry chuckles, making her relax. She takes in the scent of his body wash and shampoo, seeing his wet hair before noticing that he’s only dressed in a towel.

“Come upstairs with me. Gonna take care of you, okay?” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then repeating the action all the way up her neck, making her whine and squirm.

“We can’t, Niall is here,” she grumbles, and he gives her a look that shows he clearly doesn’t care.

“I know, I saw him come in on the doorbell camera,” he answers. “Just gonna have to be a little quieter than normal, can you handle that?” he asks her, laughing as she nods quickly.

Grabbing her hand, he pulls her with him as he quietly runs up the stairs and into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

“On y’back. Need to eat your cunt before anything else,” he tells her, and she immediately scrambled to do so, desperate to feel him on her in any way she can.

He climbs on the bed after her and spreads her legs, eyeing her messy cunt before him. He’s rock hard by now, his cock throbbing and aching as he needs to be inside her again and feel her cum around his cock.

Lying down on his stomach, he wastes no time, diving in immediately and swiping his tongue through her dripping folds. Both of them groan at that, YN from the feeling and Harry from the taste of his cum on her.

He closes his eyes and works on her, not letting up for even a second as she pants heavily above him. He’s so hard that he subconsciously starts grinding into the duvet, chasing an orgasm as well.

The towel is still wrapped around his waist, the semi rough fibres grazing his sensitive cock perfectly with each push of his hips into the bedding. The feeling makes him groan against her, only pushing her closer to her orgasm.

“Please, can I cum?” she cries out quietly, reaching down and pushing his head tighter to her. He hums and tries his best to nod, giving her permission to finally cum.

She cums then and there, and it’s so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head to bite down onto the pillow beneath her head. It’s all she can do to keep herself from screaming, her legs shaking around his head as she cums so hard there are stars behind her eyelids.

He keeps licking at her until she whines and pushes him away, making him sit up, panting. “Holy shit we taste so good together,” he mutters, causing her to let out a snort.

“We’re not done, though. Ready for me now?” he asks her, and she laughs in shock before nodding at him.

He quickly helps her to lie on her side, getting behind her and lifting her leg to be over his waist. It’s no secret that it’s her favourite position, allowing her to be close to him as well as feel him so deeply. And it’s his favourite just because it’s her favourite.

Grabbing his cock, he slides the head through her swollen folds for a few seconds before lining up with her hole and slowly sliding in, making her eyes roll back as she gets what she needs.

She lets out a loud moan when he bottoms out, making Harry quickly place his hand over her mouth. “Hush, Pet. Don’t want us to get caught with m,cock deep in you, do you?” he teases, groaning when she clenches down on him at his words. That makes him hum in realization, pulling out just to push his cock back into her before repeating the action over and over at a consistent pace.

Neither of them know that Niall has gone on a search for them, calling their names quietly as he explores the house. Stopping outside of the bedroom door, he hears the faint sound of clapping of some sort, making him stop and listen.

“I bet you want him to hear, hm?” he teases darkly, listening to her whines and moans as she accommodates him fully. “Want m’bestfriend to hear how much of a whore you are for me,” he finishes.

His words have her crying out in pleasure, and he squeezes his hand even tighter around her throat. She claws at his wrist as she struggles to breathe, but he knows she truly doesn’t want him to stop because she didn’t tap him three times.

“Shut the fuck up, ‘m not gonna stop fucking you until you soak my cock and I fill you up again,” he grits, ignoring the sound of Niall groaning in frustration.

The two hear a groan on the other side of their locked door, but he doesn’t let up on his bruising thrusts. “You guys are fucking disgusting, I’m just going to leave,” Niall calls as he makes his way back downstairs with a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck like rabbits, I swear,” he mutters before slamming their front door shut.

YN’s eyes are rolled back into her head, her hand clawing at Harry’s wrist even harder, warning him of her orgasm, knowing it’s going to be big. Leaning down, Harry bites down on her ear gently before pulling away. “I know, baby. Gonna cum again, hm?” he questions, although he already knows the answer.

She nods against the force of him furiously, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold off on her orgasm until he gives her permission. Opening her chapped lips, she manages to breathe out, “P-please,” she begs, her voice raspy. Leaning down once more, he presses some gentle kisses all over her neck before sucking on the spot gently.

Wanting to torture her a bit more, he smirks against her skin before he pulls away. “Please, what? What do you want?” he questions, loving the way she chokes and cries out in frustration, tears streaming down her face. “Tell me what you need, use your words, pet,” he hums, feeling her lock up around him once more.

After numerous attempts, and in between gasps for air, she can finally get it out as her lower body practically goes numb. “Please, let me cum,” she begs, feeling her stomach clench almost painfully.

Deciding to end his torment, he nods against her. “Yeah, pet. Cum for Daddy,” he rasps, nearing his orgasm as well. Immediately after he’s finished speaking, he feels her relax around him before locking down on him so tightly that he bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a scream of pleasure.

Her orgasm overloads almost all of his senses; he can hear, feel, and see her orgasm take over her body. The way her breath hitches in her throat and she lets out an almost animalistic groan fills his ears, her tight hole clenching down on him once more as he doesn’t stop his thrusts, the feeling of her orgasm soaking the both of their thighs making him look down as the clear liquid comes from her vagina.

All of those things combined send him over the edge with a silent scream, his face scrunched up as his orgasm is nearly painful with how tight his balls and stomach are.

His thrusts never cease, feeling her flutter around him as he fills her for the last time tonight as she relaxes fully, exhausted. He finally lets go of her throat as she starts to lose consciousness, rubbing up and down her body to ground her and cooing to her to let her know he’s there.

Not even removing himself from her still contracting hole, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she comes down slowly. The two stay that way until he has completely softened inside of her and her breathing is no longer shaky and uneven.

Her eyes are still closed in exhaustion when he slowly pulls himself out of her, a small hiss leaving his lips at the temperature change. With another chaste kiss to the side of her face, he lets her know that he’s going to get a washcloth for her, knowing she doesn’t have the energy to move from the bed.

She responds with a tired hum, her eyes still closed. While away, Harry wets a washcloth with warm water before grabbing some relieving cream, and on the way back to his wife he grabs a pair of loose cotton panties for her to sleep in.

Making his way to her, he spreads her legs gingerly before wincing at how swollen she is, guilt filling him. He wipes gently, but obviously not gentle enough as she cries out softly in pain as he grazes her sensitive clit.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, being way gentler as he finishes up. As soon as he’s done, he grabs some relieving cream and puts a bit on her before sliding some panties up her legs, rubbing her thighs when she whines slightly in discomfort. “I know, I know. You just need to sleep in them tonight and then you can breathe tomorrow,” he tells her, wiping some sweat from her forehead.

She nods weakly and snuggles into his hand, the warmth making her feel comfortable and even sleepier than she already was. Harry chuckles quietly before cleaning himself up quickly and taking the washcloth back into the bathroom before he pulls some boxers on.

He’s back at her side instantly, helping her weakened body out of the bed and across the hall to their guest bedroom, making sure he tells her what he’s doing to keep her grounded. The blankets are quickly pulled back before he helps her underneath them, and then he’s climbing under them himself, exhausted from his multiple orgasms as well.

No time is wasted before he’s wrapping his arms around her and looking down, only to see that she’s already asleep, her breathing quiet and even. With one last chuckle, he presses a kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep as well.

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[ayatotiddies]

‘The Ties That Bind Us’

Part 1

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Just boys fighting- JJ calling reader nicknames

Word Count - 1.3k

My head ached as I grabbed my phone off my desk. As per usual the group chat was blown up from photos and videos of last night at Top’s party. Then everything came flooding back, the sound of music blasting in the background, the dancing, the alcohol- it was incredible. As I scrolled through the messages, stopping every once in a while to save some occasional photos and videos. I paused, grinning at the one of me and Rafe sitting next to each other. The photo would’ve been considered average if it were anyone else- but alas it was my best friend. Then the group chat dinged with a new message, sending me back to the bottom of the chat. Sure enough it was the kook princess, Sarah. “Is anyone else's head DYING!!” As I read the message, I grinned. At least I wasn’t the only one with a headache. That made me feel lots better- 

My fingers tapped at the screen quickly. “Mine… last night was the worst mistake of my life” Not really- I quite enjoyed last night, actually. But they didn’t need to know that. I carefully placed my phone down on the bed beside me. Nothing else to do, so might as well take a shower-

Laying back in bed, in my pajamas with my hair still in a towel was the best kind of TLC I could ask for at the moment. Watching TikToks was getting boring, so I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and just laid there. Thinking. Thinking about last night, thinking about the latest show I had been watching, thinking about Rafe. I wonder what he’s doing? Whatever, probably out with his dad or Kelce and Topper.

A knock on my door took me out of my thoughts. Carefully sliding out of bed and making my way over to the door. It wasn’t hard to tell who it was. The way he knocked was a dead giveaway, Rafe. I smiled as I opened the door. “How’s my Star?” he cooed. Raising up a bag full of chips and candies. That was all that needed to be said before I let him in my house. The snacks and that stupid little nickname he gave me freshman year of high school that just… stuck. He made his way through the door and into my house before I shut the door behind him.

All I could hear was his stupid murmurs about how dumb this movie was. My head laying on his shoulder, popcorn in between our laps, drinks sitting on the coffee table. “S’not stupid Rafe- you just don’t have taste-” As soon as the words left my lips Rafe gave me one of the nastiest looks, I’d ever seen in my life. All I could do was laugh which only seemed to irritate him more, causing him to roll his pretty blue eyes. “Better taste than you,” he murmured. I jokingly gasped and slapped his arm. The corners of his mouth lifting into that stupid - cocky, smirk. As he laughed and threw his arm back over my shoulder again.

The silence grew and my mind wandered back to last night. Of course, not a word about what happened last night because- well- it didn’t need to be brought up. I still couldn’t help but think though... the alcohol- the partying. Weird comments from random people, but instead of bringing it up, we would do what we usually did, anytime something awkward happened we would ignore it. Not a word would be said about some stupid boys from the golf course asking if we were fucking. What do you even say to that? Allegations like that have gone on since high school. So, it wasn’t REALLY that random, but it was still insane to be asked about. Of course, it wasn’t true? Who in their right mind would fuck their best friend. Just the thought is actually insane.

While we sat in silence, I glanced up at him. His jaw was clenched as he focused on the movie he was complaining about earlier. I just observed him, he looked so calm. It was always different when it was just me and Rafe in private. There is something just - enchanting about how he looks. The way his pretty blonde curtain bangs frame his face. The way the light bounces off his face and enhances his already ice blue eyes. That tough exterior fades away and a gentler side of him is exposed. I guess he noticed, the way his eyes caught mine - the lump in my throat just grew bigger as I looked back at the tv. “What is it...?” Rafe questioned, though he kept his voice low. When I gave him a shake of the head and a mumbled out “Nothing.” I don’t think he was too pleased. He kept his eyes on me, like he could see into my soul.

Then before I knew it- he paused the movie on the TV. “Rafe wha-” he cut me off “What is it Star, don’t do that lying bullshit.” He scanned my face as if he was looking for any form of discomfort or lying. It made me smile - just how much he cared. “I just got lost in thought,” I replied, shrugging. His eyes drifted down to my lips when I spoke and then shot back up when it got quiet. “M’kay- whatever you say.” he murmured and unpaused the movie.

The next few hours were spent cuddling up on the couch together before his phone rang. The movie was quiet enough in the moment to let me hear who it was, Topper. Asking if Rafe was going to a party at the Boneyard tonight. Rafe’s eyes cut to me and then back to the tv in front of us. “Depends. Is it an anyone can come, sort of situation?” Rafe questioned Topper and Topper’s voice was soft from the speaker of the phone but sure enough he said yes. Rafe was quick to nod and say he would go. Then just like that he turned and looked at me with a gentle look on his face. “Assuming you’ll go...?” The tone of his voice was almost like he was begging. “Rafe- we were just at a party last night” I replied, sighing. His eyes softened, looking down at me with a soft pout- “C’mon, please Star?” he whined. Topper snickered in the background; Rafe mumbled a quick ‘Shut up’ to his friend on the phone. I sighed and nodded. A smile found his face as he hung up on Topper.

The party was a buzz. Red solo cups thrown in plastic bags or littering the beach. Music blaring with the sparks and crackles of a bonfire going in the background. It was nice - calm, different from last night's party. The music wasn’t loud to the point your head pounded. With my drink of choice in the red solo cup in my hand, I sloshed it around before taking a swig. My eyes roamed the beach, both kooks and pogues were at this party. I’d lost Rafe somewhere mid-party, as per usual. He ran off with Topper and Kelce. Or so I thought -

JJ came running up to me, “Hey pretty girl - where’s your guard dog?” Earning a snicker from me, I covered my mouth with my empty hand. “My what?” - “Rafe, where is he? He not glued to your side tonight?” JJ questioned. Before I could get the chance to respond I heard Rafe clear his throat from behind me. “Maybe I spoke too soon” The blonde in front of me grinned. “Yeah or maybe you should get out of here, Maybank.” Rafe sneered, his hand finding its way to my shoulder. My eyes glanced to my side, Rafe with his hat backwards on his head. Red solo cup in hand and a harsh look on his face. JJ rolled his eyes and walked away, earning a scoff from Rafe. “Dirty pogue.” - “Rafe don’t-” My words cut off when JJ turned around and shoved Rafe, causing ME to stumble back as well. Rafe’s cup went flying through the air as he stumbled back on his feet.

@annoyingassleo

Part! - 2 !!

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this first part 💋

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[missmoonfrost]

The most oblivious camper? - a wolfstar microfic

June 30 - camper Words: 336 @wolfstarmicrofic

“You coming?” James nudges the lump in Sirius' sleeping bag with his foot.

“I… think I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“Come on! We’re all going wind-surfing and mini-golfing and whatever this muggle camping has to offer.”

“Eh… had a bit much last night. I’ll catch up later.”

“Really? I didn’t see you drink that much.”

There is an unintelligible murmur from the sleeping bag and James turns to Remus. “You’re coming, right? I bet you are not afraid to show everyone how bad you are at muggle activities.”

A hand showing the middle finger emerges from the sleeping bag.

Remus clears his throat. “Actually… my back… think I stay here and read instead.”

“Oh. Do you need something?”

“No. Have fun.”

Remus watches James zip the tent close as he leaves. Then scoots over to put an arm around Sirius who has finally sat up and stuck his head out of the sleeping bag.

“You think he’s gone for real this time?”

“I hope so.” Sirius plants a kiss on Remus' cheek and then drags him down to lay on the air mattress beside himself. “I didn’t know camping meant this little alone time.”

“Oh, it doesn’t” Remus assures dryly, “if you’re not camping with James, that is.”

Sirius shakes his head. “He insisted on walking all the way back to the tent with me when I said I forgot my sunglasses. And when we were at the beach and I said I forgot my towel, he for some reason had brought two.”

They both laugh. Then Remus heaves up and places himself over Sirius with one hand on either side of his head. Sirius wine his arms around his neck and pulls him into a deeply passionate kiss.

Then the zip opens and James sticks his head in. “Forgot my… Oh! Sorry! Bye!”

When James quickly disappeares. Remus is still hiding his red face against Sirius shoulder.

Sirius runs his fingers in slow patterns in Remus' hair. “Well, at least he might leave us alone now.”

[kingofthering]

dare i ask dear maïna. what your favorite mabio podium moments would be ?

CATALUNYA 2019 | Fabio's first podium, Marc doing the "tip of the hat" gesture to him and some classic hand-holding.

ASSEN 2019 | Marc spraying Fabio in the face by surprise (I'll let you guess/remember who he's also done that to in the past).

AUSTRIA 2019 | Fabio bullying Marc this time and Marc being hyper delighted in answer.

MISANO 2019 | We know what that weekend was for Marc re: other things but he also had insane last laps battles with Fabio. Couldn't chose one moment so we get :

Marc applauding Fabio in parc fermé,

drift compatible + hand on back of the head moment on the podium,

bonus : the two of them debriefing the race in the elevator (on their way to the podium) (please look at Marc's face and how happy he is) (full video here).

THAILAND 2019 | The race where Marc famously won his 8th title (and did not need to win the race to get it) after battling with Fabio in the very last laps again. Had Fabio crying after the chequered flag but then it was all good with :

Marc going to Fabio in parc fermé,

Chang International Circuit golf kart to the podium my beloved.

JAPAN 2019 | Fabio getting the "Rookie of the Year" title with :

Marc congratulating Fabio on the title,

Fabio stealing Marc's attention from Dovi and laughing with him (and then them talking together on the whole rest of the way to the podium).

VALENCIA 2019 | Last race of the season, another 1-2 but Marc pulled a gap before the last laps this time. I could have included the sequence before the first gif where Fabio "gently" hits Marc to get his attention and a hug but instead I've given you :

Fabio giving a thumbs up to Santi + a wave and kiss to Roser (which we can see for sure in another angle of that video, it's the cutest thing please),

Post podium/pre press moment where Marc first pulls on Fabio to get his attention and then tells him that Fabio will make his life difficult next season (ugh, what we could have had) and Fabio being at his most golden retriever with the towel in his mouth that he then uses on Marc (your honor, they're flirting).

SACHSENRING 2021 | You don't know how happy it makes me that Fabio got to be there for two of Marc's wins in 2021 (and also there when Fabio won his title). For Germany we have :

Hand-holding post-race,

Press conference moment (look how fond).

COTA 2021 | Always here for cowboys moments :

Gossipy boys in parc fermé,

bonus : Fabio running into an official because he was too busy looking at Marc.

[telomeke]

WANDEE GOODDAY EPISODE 2

WDGD Ep.2 was a pleasant enough watch, continuing the lightness of Ep.1 and laying the groundwork for the episodes to come.

It's too early to be sure in what direction they're going to be taking this series, so I'm not looking too closely at things just yet.

And I've never gotten a sense that Director Golf has quite the same penchant for intellectual gamery that other directors (like Khun Aof Noppharnach) have, so WDGD might turn out to be not much more than a straight-up recounting of a romance (and that would be fine too). Nonetheless we are getting glimpses (little sparks really) of details tucked in here and there that suggest the series may yet narrate other messages on a deeper level in future episodes.

Director Golf is known for their political awareness (having spent time as the first trans politician in the Thai Parliament's House of Representatives), and this leaning was abjectly manifest when they directed The Eclipse. I'm not seeing the same heavy-handedness in WDGD though (and I think that's a good thing).

Part of me is wondering if the highly unusual method of determining who gets the orthopedic scholarship (patients and staff will get to vote on this, really? 👀) will re-surface later as a comment on the Thai political situation (always a rollicking ride). No guarantees, but odds are pretty good on this one.

Just a reminder that Khun Golf was ejected from Parliament through the application of a controversial law (banning lawmakers from having shares in any media companies), the same one I think that was also used to help obstruct Pita Limjaroenrat from becoming PM even though his Move Forward Party won the most votes in last year's election (it's also Khun Golf's political party). So any time the democratic electoral process gets referenced in a Thai BL (see this example linked here), the chances are high that the canvas is being primed for a political painting of some sort.

Anyway, just some light-hearted observations for now:

The novel that WDGD the series is based on is (by most accounts) quite trashy and throwaway, but you wouldn't know it watching Episodes 1 and 2 so far. The set-up out the starting gate was so squarely and comically blue-collar v. white collar, brawn v. brains, half-naked sweaty men v. lavender-scrubsuited physicians that I wasn't expecting to get much more than a shallow good time with a lot of tittering at man tits and macho tushies. But they've elevated the source material, imbuing it with a gentle sentimentality and treating the sexual element with humor and good sense (e.g., the condom and lube talk in Ep.1, and the discussion between YY and Dee establishing the ground rules for their Friends with Benefits arrangement). Quite impressively done, especially considering the lightness of its touch.

(above) Wandee Goodday Ep.2 [4/4] 6.28 – YY and Dee discuss the ground rules for their Friends With Benefits arrangement, against the backdrop of a neon sign that loudly proclaims "Less Expectations More Satisfaction" (which is, of course, the most basic ground rule for any FWB liaison)

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About that sentimentality: WDGD's glowing emotional core continues to take the unlikely form of Yoryak, and Great seals the deal with his performance in Wandee Goodday's quieter moments.

(above) Wandee Goodday Ep.2 [3‌/4] 2.23 and the return of the wet towel trope – Yoryak and the neon sign above the bed demonstrate together how love in action speaks louder than words

The tough kickboxer has fallen hard for Dee, and you can really read the tender pining behind his muay thai bravado. (I think he does lovelorn yearning better than outright lust though.)

(above) Wandee Goodday Ep.2 [3‌/4] 3.53 – Yoryak plants a little sniff-kiss as he embraces a barely-conscious Dee in bed; he's fully-clothed, yet far more naked and vulnerable than when they were actually having full-on sex before

There's surely going to be emotional devastation in store for Yak because a Friends With Benefits arrangement soon becomes a wrecking ball to the heart if you're unlucky enough to have caught feelings. And things can only get worse for our dear boy once he and Dee enter into their fake dating phase. Can you imagine coping with all that physical intimacy and also having to display emotional intimacy in public, but then being forced to deny it in private where you want it the most? Only pain looms on the foreseeable horizon for our macho fighter (su su na!), but it should make for some mightily delicious and pleasurably guilty viewing as he journeys through it all (if only for the payoff at the end; Golf please don't fail us! 😬).

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There have been cameos and callbacks galore in just these two episodes. The hospital is named Tanwarin, which is also Director Golf's formal first name and this may mean they've cast themselves in the role of a healer here, with this series.

There are also the clips of The Eclipse that our boys watch onscreen (possibly foreshadowing some more political commentary to come).

And screenwriter Yokee Apirak Chaipanha (who also did The Eclipse with Director Golf) guests as Dr. Apichart, the head of the Orthopedic Department.

Of course Ep.2's Café for All is also a callback to The Eclipse (it was prominently featured in there as well, with Director Golf in a cameo as the black-and-white clad proprietor/server).

(top) The Eclipse – Ep.4 [3‌/4] 4.31; (bottom) WDGD Ep.2 [3‌/4] 7.28

And my read then was that The Eclipse, just like the café with Khun Golf at the helm, was meant as a welcoming, non-judgemental space for reflection on LGBTQ+ issues. Possibly the same is being said for WDGD here, though its general unseriousness doesn't seem quite the same or even an appropriate forum for any discussion of weight. Perhaps like in the second appearance of Café for All, what's being served up here in WDGD seems to be less heavy drama and more fluffy confection. Not that there's anything wrong with that! 🍰👍

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Another possible cameo that's caught my eye – the oft-referenced, once heard but never seen Dr. Nop.

(above) Wandee Goodday Ep.2 [2/4] 0.50 – Yoryak looks disappointed when the nurses tell him they've switched his physician from Wandee back to Dr. Nop (while his t-shirt proclaims "Heart Melt")

I can't help thinking that this is a reference to Aof Noppharnach Chaiyahwimhon, who's on hiatus from GMMTV directorial duties for the time being. He's cameo'd as a Nop before (see these write-ups linked here and here) and this may be a reference to his being unseen, but still acknowledged and not unheard during his present time off (I've written about possible reasons for his time away, in this write-up linked here).

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Others have pointed out before I could do it, but yes cleaning the refrigerator does refer to rimming in Thai slang. 😂

(above) Wandee Goodday Ep.2 [4/4] 9.33 – YY turns up at Dee's unit 609 (possibly a reference to 609 Bedtime Story, that was also created by Director Golf and screenwriter Yokee Apirak) appropriately togged out with a gas mask, goggles and bodysuit, all ready to give Wandee's "fridge" a thorough scrub and rub

This thread on the Pantip forum (linked here) explains the term. And the same thread also explains that washing the dishes can mean either sloppy seconds or oral, which lends weight to Li Ming's laang jaan comeback to Jim as payback for infantilizing him during the market scene in Moonlight Chicken:

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OK, so I didn't find anything truly earth-shaking about WDGD Ep.2, but that's typically the case for second and third episodes in any series while they set things up for plot developments to come.

Still, Wandee Goodday is already glowing with a comforting warmth, peppered with light comedic turns even as it foreshadows darker shifts in the future. I hope they build on the solid foundations of Episodes 1 and 2, and serve up the remaining ten episodes ripened to their fullest potential (because there's lots in there they can play with). Here's to hoping! 🥰

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[crepesuzette2023]

Beatles Books as vaguely defined friends and relatives at a party you attend with a new crush, whose name you keep mispronouncing.

The longer you stay, the more trouble you have remembering what the occasion was.

The lights keep changing. Shortly after you arrived, your crush shrunk to the size of a mouse, and scurried away. You’re on your own.

The Beatles (Bob Spitz) greets you, an attractive silver fox who seems to be shunned by most of the others. You wonder why. It’s as easy to imagine him as a crying wreck as it is to imagine him on a golf course. Here, There, and Everywhere (Geoff Emerick) disrupts your musings by pulling tapes from his mouth. Seeing your discomfort, he stops and hands you a photograph of John Lennon and Paul McCartney singing into the same microphone. As he does, his pupils take on the shape of hearts. Someone called George announces his intent to poison him.

Anthology (The Beatles) saunters in, puts eight arms around you, and promises to tell you the whole story. They proceed to speak in tongues, and throw popcorn at you. Stu Sutcliffe jumps from a pendant around their neck, lands on the floor, and scurries after your crush.

“It’s always like this,” says Body Count (Francie Schwartz). “I assume you don’t want to listen to my story about a gifted woman who got locked up for depression? That’s fine, I can also talk about frottage, and a certain man’s curves.”

“Oh, stop it,” says John (Cynthia Lennon). She turns to you. “My advice is: Turn around and run as fast as you can.” She demonstrates what she means by disappearing, leaving behind a purse filled with cheerful letters and drawings of herself getting married and giving birth. Everything smells of olive oil. Francie spots Loving John (May Pang), and rushes to her, greedy for gossip. Loving John (May Pang) is everyone’s favorite, because she doesn’t really know anyone very well, but she knows how to make everyone feel comfortable by saying things that make sense in the moment.

Living the Beatles Legend: The Mal Evans Story (Ken Womack) ends up taking her home; they both live at The Fringes. Her home is a little further than his, which is just this side of Weird whereas she’s all the way in Montauk, but he’ll make sure she gets there safely.

To make up for the disappearance of your crush, Remember (Mike McCartney) cuts your hair. Each snip of the scissors slots a black-and-white picture into your field of vision. Windows in time blow noise and heat in your face, and visions of a screaming band that looks a bit like the young Beatles. Then there’s the quiet heat of summer, towels rippling on the line, and a drain pipe screwed to the wall of a house. He talks about childhood, and you’re almost there, but you never will be, because he won’t let you in. His more verbose twin, The Macs (Mike McCartney), recites letters his brother and John wrote from Hamburg, but you can barely understand what he says, because he stuffed a tissue into his mouth.

“It’s only a story,” says The Lyrics (Paul McCartney). “Pleased to meet you. I’m a storyteller myself.” He sings a love song. “I must have thought about these things when I wrote it,” he muses. “Interesting. What a mind, as Linda used to say.”

He tears a few pages from a diary he kept in Paris in 1961 and hands them to you without comment.

At this point, the party is dissolving. Crocheted furniture floats away and stretches.

“Am I too late?” Skywriting by Word of Mouth (John Lennon) squeezes himself out of the lowest drawer of an antique desk, where, judging from by his crinkly pajamas, he slept. “I’m in pieces. Mend me with glue.”

“I will, I will!” Tune In—All These Years, Vol I (Mark Lewisohn) yells ecstatically. “I’m so glad you could make it Sit down with me and celebrate the heritage of Liverpool.”

Skywriting drapes himself around Tune In, who starts purring and rutting against him.

“Excuse me?” It’s The Fifth Beatle: The Brian Epstein Story (Vivek Tiwary), torero boots clicking on the invisible floor as he strides towards the couch. A spotlight follows him. “I’m managing this show, and I insist on expanding the scene.” Around them, a hotel room forms.

Skywriting lights a cigarette. “Join us in bed, Bri.”

“Yes,” moans Tune In. “I’m so lonely. I’m the oldest of a triplet, or so they say, but the other two haven’t been born yet.”

The Fifth Beatle sits down and observes the unhinged biography losing himself in the friction of rubbing against the shapeshifting Skywriting. Finally, things reach a conclusion.

“And so,” says The Fifth Beatle, “what partially was, finished.”

“Stop repeating lines from a bad movie, Brian," says Skywriting, "you’re better than that.”

As you try to plot ways to escape through the skylight, The McCartney Legacy, Vol 1 (Sinclair & Kozinn) slides out from under the bed, a broad-shouldered lady in a bright red dress. A half-hatched alien with long legs and sunglasses squirms between her breasts, and makes mouth percussion sounds.

“Gentlemen.” The McCartney Legacy retrieves a very, very long rosary from her pocket. “Is anyone interested in an exquisitely crafted, finely wrought chronology?”

At the sound of the word “chronology,” The Beatles (Hunter Davies) crashes through the ceiling.

“Don’t fall for it!” The Beatles snatches the vocalizing baby alien from The McCartney Legacy’s chest, and kills it by wringing its neck. “Time stopped in 1968. The only valid extension are my own salacious additions. Strictly off the record.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” says The Fifth Beatle.

You exchange a glance with Skywriting, who is plucking pieces of Tune In from his body like children snatch pieces of dough, and sticking them in his mouth.

A camera clicks.

“Excellent.”

The Eyes of the Storm (Paul McCartney) lowers the camera, and changes into a suntanned, gleaming likeness of George Harrison. Then he changes into a fish.

“Everyone looking at the pictures will think they know,” the fish says. “They’ll have no idea!”

The floor dissolves under you. You fall into a pool, just in time to save your crush from being sucked into the drain, and after a barely audible edit you find yourself back home, with no memories at all, the taste of chewing gum in your mouth, and wearing matching tops saying, I visited Fellini’s Satyricon, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. (ETA: I can't believe I forgot about Dreaming the Beatles (Rob Sheffield). I guess I'll have to include him in the inevitable sequel to this...thing, as the +1 of John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs (Ian Leslie).)

[bel1ewrites]

Hi! I was wondering how you would feel about a smut request about Jealous Sam using a remote controlled vibrator, like where it’s the reader’s birthday and Sam had a little “challenge” for her where the reader had to wear the vibrator and she’s really competitive so she accepted, sorry if this didn’t make any sense, and if it’s too vague I completely understand, thanks!

a/n: tysm for this request, it got me out of my little slump. Sorry about the delay of this post, I know I promised to get it out earlier but I ended up having to meet up with a friend.

Birthday Challenge (Samantha Carpenter x Reader)

Description: It's impossible to say no to her.

WC: 2k

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, top!Sam, bottom!Reader, alcohol, Sam's lowkey an asshole in this

SAMANTHA had a tendency to get competitive. You’d figured this out fairly early in your relationship after a mini golf date that ended in her apologizing profusely for throwing your ball into the water after you’d won, swearing she didn’t know what had come over her. She took any opportunity to turn anything into a competition, no matter the stakes. 

With this in mind, you knew it shouldn’t have come as a shock when she proposed a challenge of sorts on the night of your twentieth birthday. 

“Oh come on,” your competitor huffs, holding the special little gift out to you like a prayer. “Don’t be a wimp.” Her tone has an edge to it, a teasing little lilt that tugs at your resolve. 

“I am not wearing that to dinner!” you persist, glaring at the purple lace and small black device in front of you. The vibrator is bullet shaped and no more than three inches long, smooth silicone coating the outside and creating a matte look. She’s standing like a guard in front of the bathroom door, preventing you from entering your bedroom to get ready for the night. 

The two of you have reservations at six and you can’t afford to be late, having scheduled them three months in advance. Deep down, you know what the outcome will be: either you’ll have to agree to play her little game or you’ll be forced to miss the dinner she’d promised to pay for. 

She dangles the material in the air, pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her eyes full of humor and a shit eating grin plastered across her face. You can feel the clock ticking, each second taking little bits of your willpower and destroying it bit by bit. With a loud groan and a stomp of your foot, you rip the gifts out of her hands and push past her, storming into your room and dropping your towel. 

She watches you with the eyes of a hawk, making sure you put the vibrator in its proper place and getting momentarily distracted by your naked and dripping figure. Exasperated, you step into the material and slide it up your legs, feeling the slight bump of the object nestled against your clit.

“Happy?” You sass as you grab your bra from the bed and clip it on. 

Sam’s pupils are dilated when you look up at her, shoulder leaning against the doorframe and eyes trailing up and down your body. “Very.” She wets her lips. 

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By the time you both make it to the restaurant and are seated in front of a perfect view, you’ve forgotten about the whole incident. There’s too much going on for you to think about it, the clinking of forks and the sunset falling over the horizon. Sam pulls your chair out for you as you sit, grabs your shoulders from behind and bends down to kiss the top of your head like a perfect gentleman. 

She’s wearing a new suit you haven’t seen before, dark red and expensive looking. Almost black waves fall down her back and over her shoulders in effortless union to frame her face perfectly. 

Your dress matches the color of her suit, material ending at mid thigh. She’d insisted on buying it for you a while ago; as soon as she saw you step out of the dressing room she was reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her wallet. It has a low neckline that exposes a healthy amount of cleavage, the thin straps keeping it from baring your chest to the world. It’s backless and somehow both form fitting and loose at the same time, expensive silk rubbing pleasantly against your skin. 

“This place is nice,” you smile, placing your elbows on the table and propping your head up on your hands. 

“It is.” Sam agrees, eyes falling to your lips and then lower. 

You’re about to tease her for looking so enraptured by your tits, but before you can the waitress appears out of thin air, pen and notepad in hand. She smiles warmly at you, then at Sam. “What can I get you both to drink?”

You expect Sam to answer first, but she doesn't, which results in a little gap of awkward silence until you decide to break it. “I’ll take a Manhattan and a water.”

She writes your request down. “And for you-”

“Whiskey,” Sam cuts in. “Neat.” Her jaw is tight, muscles shifting as she messes with the rings on her right hand. You have no idea why she’s glaring at the nice waitress and you feel a ping of sympathy for the woman who quickly walks away with her head down. 

“What was that about?” you question wearily. 

Sam scoffs. “She wants to fuck you.”

Eyebrows lifting in disbelief, you choke on your breath as she moves her hands under the table and stares at you. One of her eyebrows is raised as if she doesn’t trust that you’re unaware of the obvious one sided eye-fucking that went on between you and the waitress. 

Once again, said woman materializes out of thin air with your drinks and places them on napkins before you. She tucks the tray under her arm and unexpectedly rests her empty hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump slightly. Alarms go off in the back of your mind when you see Sam lean back in her chair with a smirk on her face, eyes dark and on yours.

“Would you like any appetizers, sweetheart?” The waitress asks, squeezing your shoulder lightly. Oh. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Sam mocks, voice low. “Do you want any appetizers?”

“Um… I-” you’re cut off by an unexpected vibration. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it has you jolting in surprise. A little gasp escapes your throat. 

“Are you okay?” the stranger with her hand on your shoulder questions with worry. 

“She’s fine. We’ll have the baked brie with all the shit on it,” Sam answers for you, dismissing the waitress with her tone of voice and taking a pull of her whiskey. 

The second her hand leaves your shoulder you shakily reach for your drink and chug it, the pleasant warmth taming your racing heart. Your face is almost as red as your dress when you place the empty glass back on the table and throw mental daggers at your cool and collected girlfriend. All she does in return is grin as the vibrations come back. 

“Cut it out,” you grit, hands gripping the sides of the table, legs crossing tightly. She’s got the bullet on a low setting, but it’s pressing into you perfectly and your eyes fight the urge to close. 

It gets stronger when Sam turns it up and tells you to look at her. “I think I’ll tell her about our little secret the next time she comes back,” she husks, sitting up and leaning forward to put one hand over your tight knuckles and keeping the other out of sight. “Let her know who you belong to, y’know? Or I could just make you cum in front of her.”

You fold your forearms over each other on the table and drop your forehead to them. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant feels dirty, it feels wrong. Nevertheless, you still find yourself humming quietly as your clit throbs, waves hitting you and making the muscles in your lower belly clench, a heat settling there and a buzz starting to fall over your mind. You aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or the pleasure. 

“Dirty girl,” Sam chides, clicking her tongue and turning off the vibrator after over a full minute of stimulation. Shame floods through you when you realize that you didn’t want it to stop and that you feel all empty and achy without it. Sluggishly, you lift your head up and put your hands in your lap as Sam flags down a waiter and orders you another Manhattan. 

“I’m starved,” the devil across from you groans. “Are you hungry, baby? God, where is that damn brie? Why don’t you read over the menu.” 

As if she’d summoned her, the waitress pops back up seconds later with the brie and Manhattan in hand. Apparently she learned her lesson the last time, because she barely says anything as she takes your orders, rushing away as soon as possible. Sam seems pleased by this. 

“Hey, question,” she begins, munching lightly on the appetizer. “Do you think you can cum quietly before she gets back?”

Scraping forks and clinking spoons and light chatter fill the space around you as you shake your head violently. “Samantha, no. Please let's just-” the vibrations begin again and your jaw drops slightly. “Just fuck me when we get home,” you whisper urgently, tone slowly turning to a whine. Wriggling against the chair and pleading with your eyes, you watch as she simply sits back and observes. 

“I don’t know about you, but I think we should do this more often,” she says conversationally, finishing her whiskey and upping the strength of the vibrations. “Wow! This thing has patterns too?”

Suddenly, the bullet begins pulsing in time with your clit. Each wave hits you in the perfect spot. It’s quick and precise and you’re dripping and panting and no one knows. You can’t help the uncontrollable moan that comes out of you, all quiet and needy and music to Sam’s ears. No one but her can see the flush of your cheeks and the way you shift forward slowly. No one but her knows she’s the one making you bite your lip and breathe heavy through your nose.

Hot. It’s too hot in here, you’re sweating and shaking uncontrollably. To anyone else it must seem like you’re having a stomachache; only you and your conniving girlfriend are aware of the pleasure coursing through you and its filthy, in all honesty. It’s filthy. 

Sam runs a hand through her hair and watches you and ultimately decides she’s discovered a new kink when she catches herself wishing the waitress would come back and see you all desperate for her and only her. She can see that you’re on the edge, reading you like an open book and knowing you need a push. 

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” she groans when you roll your hips slightly. “I don’t even know how to describe it. You’re all desperate and you’re biting your lip so hard I think it might bleed and I want nothing more than to just fuck you on this table in front of everyone.”

Her rambling is flooding through you, each word like a lightning strike in your stomach that makes you feel all warm and tight. You can tell she’s having a hard time not throwing caution to the wind and just bending you over the table by the tremor in her voice; it makes you put your head down and whine. 

Body taut with anticipation, you focus on the overwhelming feeling spiraling within your lower abdomen. “Sam,” you whine out before the pulsing vibrations running through you finally break the tight coil and you cum with the taste of her name fresh in your mouth. 

Sam watches you go tense and shudder through your orgasm, quickly turning the strength of the vibrations down to the lowest level and allowing you to ride it out. She bumps her leg against yours under the table to anchor you while waiting patiently for you to get through the aftershocks. 

Slowly, you pick your head up from the table and uncross your legs uncomfortably, startling when the silicone shifts against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Sam’s looking at you with unadulterated adoration all over her face, she’s reaching her hand out over the table in a silent request for you to hold it and you do. 

Footsteps sound behind you, the waitress showing up just in time to witness the dark flush on your cheeks and your chest and your shoulders and the still slightly glazed over look in your eyes. Sam is beaming at her. She’s sitting there all smiley and nothing close to how she was earlier. It makes you roll your eyes. 

“Thanks!” She calls after the woman who says nothing and keeps her gaze on the floor the whole time she’s placing the food on your table, scurrying away ASAP like a scared child.

[ahhnini]

so high school - rafe cameron x afab! reader blurb

warnings - fluff

word count: 278

“truth, dare, spin bottles, you know how to ball I know aristotle”

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

you sat in the golf cart, clutching your book tightly as you watched your boyfriend of one year, rafe, golf with his friends topper and kelce. it was a breezy but warm summer day, and you thanked the heavens that you had worn a skort.

as much as you loved hanging out with rafe, you can’t help but feel boredom looming over you. it was a nice gesture to invite you to golf, but unfortunately you don’t play as much as they do. as the friend group continue throughout the course, the bright green grass and sunny skies provided nice scenery for you to prop open your book and begin reading.

your relationship with rafe was picture perfect, him always surprising and spoiling you with gifts, carrying your bags, and him helping you build your own little library.

he truly was the best.

as you progressed through the book, you felt the driver's seat of the golf cart sink and the engine start, knowing that rafe was done playing for the day. you put a bookmark in between the pages and smiled up at rafe.

"hey, how was golf?" you ask, his forehead has a light sheen of sweat due to the summer heat, and you watched him wipe it off with a towel perched on the driving wheel.

"it was fun, you know, you should really start golfing with me again. I heard it prevents eye strain," he teases. you playfully roll your eyes and rafe lightly chuckles as you quip back, "it's not really my thing, plus, that's what makes us such a good match anyways," you shrug, "you know how to ball, I know aristotle."

divider credits - aqualogia on tumblr

[venuslcver]

JUST FRIENDS PT. 2 ⋆

pairing: bestfriend!sarah x kook!reader

synopsis: after sharing a moment with your best friend, sarah cameron, the night previously, sarah and you establish boundaries.

tw: pining trope, fluff, feminine described character, kissing, previous toxic relationships, pressuring of sexual activity (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

after what had happened the night previously, you had fallen straight to sleep when you got home. you would have remained dead asleep if it wasn't for a text that you received. sending a large wave of vibrations onto the pillow your head was laying on. startling awake, you pulled your phone out, from under your satin-covered pillow.

it wasn't just a random message from a random person, it was a text from her. sarah. she had always texted you in the morning, if she wasn't spending the night, so what made it different this time? gleaming a smile before you had even read the text sent. but it didn't matter what she said, she could have insulted you in that text and you would have told her how perfect she was.

unlocking your phone with face id, you looked at the message she sent. she wanted to hang out at her house. shit you had made brunch plans with your mother and her friends, then you were going to go shopping with hannah, a friend from your private high school. letting her know that you couldn't come by until that afternoon, you began to fully wake up.

stumbling over the shoes that were scattered throughout your room. you were like a tornado when it came to the mess that you made when getting ready for social events.

"motherfucker!", you screamed while jumping on your left foot, holding the big toe of your right foot. my god were the katespade stiletto heels, that were scattered with a bow on the front of them, absolutely breathtaking on. but damn did the sharp heel hurt like a bitch when you stubbed the soft flesh of your small toe on it.

making your way to your white fluorescent light-filled bathroom. peeling your tiny denim shorts off, then your even smaller top off. steam poured from crevices within, making your shower glass only keep the heat in for a minute time frame. condensation rolling down all the glass surfaces in the bathroom.

taking thirty minutes to follow your shower routine to completion, you finally stepped out of the downpour of clean water, you twisted the handle in the shower off. reaching for your light pink dusted, monogrammed towels, you stood drying yourself off before making head back to your room.

taking a glob of brazilian bum bum cream into your hand, you began rubbing the lotion all over your body. letting it dry for a moment, you meticulously picked out a summery outfit, a flowery dress that would look amazing with the new flats that you got. perfect for brunch and shopping.

after applying your makeup and blowing out your hair, there was only one thing left to do— pick out matching accessories to go with your dress.

opening up your jewelry box, you began picking out the pieces you would wear— silver hoop earrings, tennis bracelets, tabby rings, and stacked katespade necklaces.

grabbing your new coach juliet shoulder bag, and keys to your car. you made your way down to your foyer, clicking said keys that unlocked your bmw. only in the car for very few songs, you arrived at the local buzzing country club. just a few minutes from your house, if it wasn't for the heat-filled air, you would have driven your golf cart instead of your car. not wanting to ruin your meticulously placed curled hair.

after finishing up your brunch with your mom and her friends, you headed towards the town square which had extremely overpriced clothing pieces that you ate up. i mean it was your dad's money being spent after all.

you always had a surprising amount of fun at brunch, with all things considered. your mother and her friends were a mere twenty-five to thirty years older than you. though that didn't stop you from thinking about sarah during both events.

it didn't seem to help at all that your friend, hannah, and the older woman could not stop asking about your love life. only able to laugh when the thought of you marrying one of the available, male, bachelors in the outer banks. norah, your mother's best friend, even mentioned how much you and that cameron kid got along. though she wasn't talking about sarah. only leaving you to let out an awkward laugh, which only lead them to push more, thinking it was some type of crush confession.

by the time both of your plans had concluded it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. pulling into her paved driveway, you yanked the driver mirror down, inspecting your face, you applied lipgloss, and sprites your now-gone perfume.

taking a moment to breathe, you slam the door of your car, not even bothering to lock it. too anxiety-ridden about what will unfold when you open the can of worms that had followed you around since the night before.

the cameron's front door creaked open, quietly closing the door behind you, your eyes subconsciously searched for the person that caused an unmeasurable amount of uneasiness. the same feeling that you had yet to experience. not even with kelce. which accounted for the amount of jitteriness that was coursing through your blue-tinted veins that traced your tan skin, caused by the sun.

the noise of the front door seemed to send a signal to every cameron within the walls of the house to spawn out of thin air. wheezie walked with haste to near the front door, "hey! you wanna go on a sunset golf cart ride with me?"

"no-not at this moment", you said brushing her off, uncharacteristically, forcing her to scoff and walk off. just as you were about to make your way into the room that belonged to sarah— you were loudly interrupted by rose.

"dear, would you like to go to the grocery store with me? i ran out of wine"

before you could respond, sarah rushed down the stairs with lightning speed, wrapping her hand around your forearm, "uh rose we were actually planning on doing something"

"o-ok"

you could barely hear Rose's response due to all of your attention being on attempting to not trip with the speed at which sarah was dragging you up the stairs.

closing the door behind her, sarah pulled you by the material of your dress, holding onto your waist, she kissed you passionately. with confusion flooding your mind, wanting to get an explanation for her sudden jumping of your bones, you pressed your hand against her cami-covered chest. to which she stopped her assault on your lips, looking at you bewildered, wanting to know why the hell you stopped her.

though on a moment of reflection, you began to think the same. why the hell did you stop her? pondering for a split second, you pressed your lips back to hers. breaking the kiss, you peppered kisses against her neck. turning her neck, allowing you more access. lowering your gaze to her prominent showing chest. you always loved this top on her.

just as you went to focus your mouth on her chest, sarah cleared her throat, "l-let's watch a movie"

"yeah, s-sure let's do that"

yet, again she yanked at your hand, forcing you onto her bed. grabbing a hold of a blanket located at the bottom of her bed, you leaned your back against her pillows, while pulling out a secret stash of sweet treats that she had in her bedside table. intention to hide it from wheezie, she could practically sense candy in her close vicinity. that girl could get on a sugar high like no other, jittery and all.

sarah feeling that you needed an explanation for her abrupt stop of physical stuff, sarah spoke "I'm sorry for that"

"what are you talking about?", you said playing dumb. in a sweet-driven attempt to not push. you never wanted to make her uncomfortable. both of you were in uncharted territory. you were far from a virgin, but you had never even come close to attempting anything with a girl, especially with sarah.

rolling her eyes at your ignorance, "you know exactly what. and i'm just not ready for anything like that yet. b-but if you need something like that then i understand"

sarah had never had sex, not even with topper. his pressuring was part of the reason that she broke up with him. letting out a laugh at her naiveness, "if i need something like that?", you questioned. just for sarah to childishly shrug. her not getting exactly what you were trying to lay down, you continued, "sarah do you even know me? i have never been that type of person. i have never done anything like this either. a-and we can take this at your pace."

a visible weight lifted off of her shoulder, though she still had a timid look written on her face. "i'm serious, ok?"

"ok"

sarah finally set on you being truthful, willing to not pressure her. unlike her ex who said that at the beginning, until it came to him becoming restless for sex. sarah cuddled up against you, head laying on your chest as you flipped through the netflix movie options.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Speaking of oddduck - will Bruce ever have a run in with the ex who shall not be named?

"I'm gonna turn you over my knee if you don't stop fidgeting," Bruce rumbled softly bending his head to brush a kiss over your bare shoulder as he set your coffee down.

"Isn't that just an incentive for me not to stop?" you ask. And Bruce can't tell if the innocence in your voice is teasing or not. But the effect is the same. He smirked and sat beside you, politely trying to ignore the ache in his groin.

The sound you'd made when he jokingly snapped you with a kitchen towel had... changed things. It was involuntary. And your face and heated You'd gotten flustered and apologized... But all Bruce could think about was getting you to do it again. Preferably a bunch of times. He'd been daydreaming about it at the most inappropriate times. Bored on patrol? He wondered if you'd like toys. Board meeting? Would you like edging or would it be too much? Golf game going on too long? How would you feel about riding his thigh?

So many possibilities. And he was just considering how to bring it up- asking if you wanted to try some new things- or if you'd ever tried it when you froze.

And Bruce was snapped out of his lazy Saturday coffee run- all thoughts of bending you over his lap evaporating as he tracked where you were looking.

The Ex. And his wife. And their kids.

He put an arm around your shoulder and kissed your head, "Do you want to leave?" he asked. The wife, he swore, was tracking you. But him? So far as Bruce knew he contented himself with sending you lewd messages.

"They might not notice," you murmur.

"If they do I'll handle it," he said gently.

"Bruce-"

"I'll handle it," he said a little more firmly. He wasn't going to let someone who used you and continued to try and use you to talk to you. And sure enough, as he brushed a kiss against your temple, squeezing a little harder when you trembled in anxiety, he noticed.

And when he leered at you, Bruce forced himself to stay still and relax. Beating the fucking into a greasy stain on the tile in front of his kids wouldn't help.

"Oh look, the town whore," his wife said brightly.

"Is that why your husband still sends her dick pics?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow. "That last one was... sad."

Should he have said it in front of the kids? Probably not. But now people were watching. And now, she had two choices. Double down or back down. And from the look of mortification on her face, he didn't think she was gonna double down. But he would.

"Honestly it's a miracle you managed to have one kid with that baby carrot you're working with." He whistled softly. "They make pills for limp dick now-"

And he knew he shouldn't be. But when they quickly gathered their drinks and their kids to leave, he was satisfied. And when you giggled in spite of yourself he was thrilled. Now he could go back to his original plan of trying to get you naked and into some very interesting compromising positions.

[sjsmith56]

Brooklyn - A Private Man, Chapter 18

Summary: While enjoying their honeymoon, Bucky and Tracey receive a nighttime visitor that triggers what he privately feared would happen and prepared secretly for.

Length: 5K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Nebula, John Walker.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18. Contains violent content which may be disturbing. Major plot twist.

Author notes: I bet some of you thought that John Walker was going to be a good guy.  To be honest, until I wrote "End of the line" I didn't know if he was or not.  But now that he has declared himself ... it's going to be Bucky Barnes vs. John Walker in a battle of strength and wits.

<<Chapter 17

The breakfast, which arrived during another moment when Bucky and Tracey were indisposed, was just as good as dinner was the night before.  He smiled with loving amusement as Tracey once more stole food from his plate. 

"I think we should order extra food," he said.  "It's obvious that your body is craving more calories."

"I can't help it," she admitted.  "It's like whatever satisfied me before isn't enough anymore.  Then I see the bacon, eggs, and toast on your plate and my brain just goes into more food mode.  If I keep this up, I'm going to gain a ton of weight on this honeymoon and not fit into any of my clothes."

He shook his head.  "Not if your metabolism has ramped up," he explained.  "Your body is feeling warmer to me.  It could be a sign that you're burning it off quickly."

"Maybe, but a baby does need the mother to take in extra calories.  It's what allows them to grow in utero and gain the weight they need to survive outside of the body."  He had that smile on his face again, as Tracey spoke about biological processes.  "Don't grin at me.  It's true."

"Sorry, I'm not making fun of you," he smiled.  "You're a smart person and I love it when you show that.  I was so proud of how you held your own with Shuri.  She's a genius and you understood what she was talking about as if it was already familiar to you."

Tracey shrugged, finishing her last bite of food and washing it down with a full glass of milk.  A little burp escaped from her lips and she giggled.  She pushed herself away from the table and Bucky watched her as she went over to the now open door to the deck, looking out over the turquoise blue waters before them.  She turned around and his heart jumped inside his body at how incredibly beautiful she looked, in her nightgown and robe.

"What are we going to do today?" she asked.  "I thought I would be tired after all the travelling we did yesterday but I'm just full of energy."

"We could start with a walk along the beach," suggested Bucky.  "Wear our bathing suits so we could take a dip anytime we want.  Apparently, they have towel stations scattered along the entire beach, so we don't have to take anything with us."

"Alright, a plan," she exclaimed.  "Let's get our lunch picked first.  Do you think, if we asked, they would provide a snack when we got back from our walk?"

"I don't see why not."  He looked at the menu.  "It's on there, Mid-Morning Snack."

A gleam came to Tracey's eyes as she returned to the table and looked over the menu.  "We can order a hamper of food and take it with us on a golf cart to a private beach.  They suggest we reserve snorkels and fins to explore the reef there.  Oh Bucky, we have to do that.  I've never snorkelled before."

He looked at the information.  "Sure, it has to be reserved the day before.  Do you want to do that tomorrow?"

Nodding with excitement she put her arms around his neck and kissed him.  Pulling her onto his lap he kissed her back, smiling as she shifted so she was straddling him.  Her body was warmer and he noticed during their morning passion that the bites he inflicted on her were fully healed and the bruises fading.  It was definitely proof of a change she was undergoing.  Leaning towards his ear Tracey breathed softly on it before she whispered.

"We can enjoy each other first before we take our walk, right?"

"Absolutely," he replied, feeling his body immediately respond to her.  "Let's get our food choices down first then we can go back to the bedroom."

Tracey didn't pout but she did sigh a little and he had to hide his amusement at this aspect of her personality coming out.  There had been hints of it in the time they lived together but her usual reserved self had been more dominant.  This bubbly, expressive version of her was very appealing, especially during their honeymoon.  As he read off their food choices for a snack, then for lunch she made her preferences known.  He chose his, then added some extra food, knowing if she didn't eat it he easily could.  Leaving the menu on the table beside the dishes, he carried her into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

The curtains were still drawn so he pulled the room darkening ones open, leaving the light sheer ones in place to let in light but still give them privacy if anyone was passing by.  Even though they had been assured that no one would Bucky still took precautions.  Climbing on the bed with her still wrapped around his waist he released her onto to the rumpled bedclothes.  Lazily, Tracey pulled her robe off, pushing it onto the floor, then lifted her nightgown over her head, tossing it aside as well.  Laying back she stretched her arms forward, reaching out to his face to caress it.  There was a significant stubble on it as he hadn't shaved since the day before.

"Do you want me to shave first?" he asked, gazing at her intently.

She shook her head.  "Take your shirt off," she ordered.  Sitting back on his heels he did as she asked, smiling as she reached up and smoothed her hands over his chest and abdominal muscles.  "I love your body." Her whispered declaration went straight to him, making him hard.  He wore cotton drawstring bottoms, and she tugged on the string, undoing it, then pulling the waist down over his hips, revealing his erection.  "I love this, too."

Her soft hands gently cradled him, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her touch on him.  Settling down between her bent knees he kissed her lower abdomen, then towards her hips before moving down to her thighs.  Her folds were already glistening with her desire, and he gently touched her with his tongue, hearing her gasp at the same moment she opened her legs further. 

"I want you in me," she whispered.  "Please."

Kicking his bottoms off of his legs he ran his fingers through her wet entry, then transferred it to his cock before licking the remnants off of his fingers.  Gently he entered into her warm wet centre, both of them moaning as he did so.  She felt even better than she did earlier in the morning, and he mouthed her breasts as he began rhythmically thrusting into her.  The response in her was punctuated by her soft moans and touches on his shoulders and back.  Like the first night they spent together her fingertips found the seam between his shoulder insert and skin, tracing it and making his own response increase.  When it finally reached its crescendo, with Tracey pulling him deeply into her at the moment of her coming he came too, unable to resist it any further.  Then he buried his face in her neck, kissing and mouthing the soft skin of her pulse point before raising his head to gaze at her, his wife, his beautiful pregnant wife.  She gazed at him, equally as enthralled as he was with her.

"It's like I'm seeing you in a whole new light," she said softly, her fingers roaming through his hair.  "There's an air about you, like you're the centre of my universe, and what we just felt was ... divine.  That sounds sacrilegious, not that I am a believer having been witness to the hypocrisy firsthand.  Does that sound strange?"

He shook his head.  "No, making this baby has done something to both of us, I think.  I like kids, always have, but this baby, that's my child.  I created it with you, in a moment of desire and love.  I'd give my life to keep you both safe."

Placing his head on her chest, they both laid there, listening to the other breathe as Tracey continued running her fingers into Bucky's hair.  The white painted bedroom with exposed eaves had become their sanctuary and they felt completely at peace with everything.  The sounds of the staff coming in to clear the breakfast dishes away spurred Bucky to get up, quickly putting his bottoms on and covering Tracey up with the duvet.  Pulling his T-shirt on he opened the door.

"My wife and I will be out of your way soon," he said.  "Breakfast was delicious."

She couldn't quite make out the response from the staff person but when Bucky stepped back in, he was smiling.  Heading to the bathroom she could hear him turn the water on, realizing he was setting the temperature, just for her.  Always thoughtful of her needs.  How lucky was she to have this man in her life?  Pulling the covers back she picked up her robe and nightgown, hanging them up on a hook in the bathroom. 

Bucky stripped down and together they stood under the large overhead shower fixture.  Using the beautifully scented body wash provided they washed each other.  Tracey stepped out first, putting her hair up in a towel so she could wash her face properly, applying moisturizer after.  She had already decided to go without makeup, thinking the humidity of the island would make it look messy anyways.  Bucky, who was just drying off stepped behind her and removed her hair towel.  He finger combed her hair then looked at her through the mirror.

"Would you let me French braid your hair?" he asked.  "I used to do Rebecca's all the time, before school."

Tracey's face broke out into a huge smile, and she reached inside her cosmetic bag, looking for a hair elastic and her large comb.  His touch was gentle as he used the comb to completely detangle her hair, then he divided it up into three sections and braided a single braid from the crown of her head down until there was only a few inches of her hair left.  His large hands were sure in his movements, proof he had done it many times before.  Taking the hair elastic, he tied off the braid then curled the remaining length of her hair around his fingers so that it would dry that way.  He finished off by kissing her neck. 

"I can apply some sunscreen while I'm here," he said.  "Don't want you to burn on the first full day of our honeymoon."

Pulling the tube out she handed it to him and enjoyed the sensation of him smoothing the lotion over her back.  He had even pre-warmed it in his hands first.  When Tracey's back was done Bucky smiled cheekily at her and she turned around, recognizing he wanted to smooth it over her front as well.  They almost had another indisposed moment until he backed away with his hands up, wiping the excess lotion over himself.  She returned the favour, smoothing sunscreen over his back.  Stepping back into the bedroom he pulled his swim shorts on then a clean T-shirt, while she put her bikini on, a blue one that revealed a lot.  With a sigh, Bucky opened the door to the living room / dining area.  He plugged his phone in to charge then waited for Tracey to emerge from the bedroom.  She wore a white sun hat and walked right past him to the stairs from the deck, looking up at him from the top one.

"Wait," said Bucky.  "I want a picture of this.  It can be my pinup picture of you when I'm on a mission."

He snapped a picture of her with his phone then returned it to the charging cord.  Taking her by the hand they began walking towards the beach and stood for a moment deciding which way to go.  Choosing left, they began their walk and explored the beach, picking up empty shells or rocks, then discarding them.  It was already hot, and both were glad to be wearing the sunscreen.  With the realization that this was to be the plan for each day of their stay they took their time, sometimes wading in the water, other times looking out over the turquoise blue waters and just taking in the scene.  It was perfect and neither felt like they had to be doing something other than being in the moment.

There were more such moments throughout the day, right up to them walking along the beach again at sunset, feeling the soft warm breeze against their skin.  Tracey asked Bucky about his senses, admitting that she felt like she could hear more, like the sound of a seabird's wing flapping as it passed high above them just then.  He confirmed the sound and hugged her, wanting her to feel safe to share the changes she was experiencing.

The following day they went to the snorkelling area with their cooler of food, with Bucky following a map as he drove the golf cart along the hard packed path to the private beach.  After showing Tracey how to snorkel they both were amazed to see a sea turtle just yards away in the water with them, watching as it paddled past, seemingly uncaring about their presence.  So enjoyable was the experience that on their return Bucky inquired about snorkelling elsewhere and found they could do a half day excursion to the larger reef a little further away on Andros Island across from where they were located, so he booked it for the following day. 

After a cool shower, followed by staying in bed the rest of the afternoon, with Bucky mostly watching Tracey napping, they had their dinner outside on the deck, then relaxed on a couple of lounge chairs on the beach as the sun went down.  When it was dark Bucky reached out for Tracey's hand, suggesting she share his lounge chair.  Together they watched the stars drop down into the water, kissing and caressing in the dark stillness with only the sound of the water lapping against the shore nearby.  With their arms around each other's waist, they returned to the villa, where Bucky locked everything up except the doors from their bedroom leading to the deck.  With whispered murmurs of adoration, they made love quietly and gently, taking their time in exploring each other's bodies in ways that were pleasing to both of them. 

The snorkelling excursion was a highlight, as they joined a couple of other honeymooning couples on the boat that took them to the reef.  The other couples had recognized Bucky but once they talked on the boat ride accepted they were just another couple on their honeymoon.  The water here was shallower making the colours of the fish, sea sponges and an assortment of other reef creatures pop in their brilliancy.  Pictures were taken, although both Bucky and Tracey tried to stay in the background.  They did have a good time and met up later for drinks although only Bucky drank alcohol as Tracey said she was a teetotaller.  A golf cart from the resort picked them up from the bar and dropped them off at the villa.  With Tracey falling asleep almost immediately after they made love Bucky sat out on the deck and watched the night sky for another hour or so before finally joining her in bed. 

The next two days passed just as idyllically with them enjoying the calm atmosphere and nurturing environment.  Bucky surprised Tracey with a full body massage and luxury skin treatment while he went fishing on the fifth day, invited by one of the other new husbands.  He caught some fish that was prepared for them by the kitchen staff at the resort.  Both of them couldn't believe the tenderness of the fish as they ate their dinner.  There was only one full day left of their honeymoon as the seventh day would be dominated by travelling back to New York, so Bucky arranged for a romantic dinner on the beach.  It was perfect as it ended with a repeat of Bucky's playlist on their first date when he cooked dinner for her and served it in the back yard with all the fairy lights up.  They danced in their bare feet on the beach, a soft breeze making Tracey's dress billow out slightly and wisps of her hair framing her face in such a way that Bucky couldn't help but gaze adoringly at her. 

As they slept after making love a metallic sound alerted Bucky's sleeping mind that something was amiss and he opened his eyes, taking a moment for them to adjust in the dark.  He watched as a figure approached the bed on his side, reaching for him and he grasped their hand, hearing a gasp coming from whomever it was.  They were strong but his adrenaline was flowing, and he pushed the person against the wall, then turned on the bedside lamp ready to fight whoever it was.  Tracey was awakened by the light and sat up, shocked to see a blue metallic skinned woman with no hair crouched in the corner.

"Nebula?" asked Bucky loudly.  "What the hell are you doing here?"

"They know you're here," she said, in that odd almost whispery voice of hers.  "I was taking your arm so you would be useless to them and perhaps they would leave you alone."

"Who is they?" he demanded, then he realized as soon as he asked it.  "How did you find me?  How did you know they found me?"

She looked nervously at him then at Tracey.  "They talked about it at the wedding, about Ross and Fontaine trying to force you back into your previous life."  She looked down at her own body for a moment.  "I know what it's like to be seen just as a killing machine.  I'm sorry, I should have wakened you first.  We have to go, now."

At that moment the sound of a helicopter cut through the quiet outside, and they could see a light searching, its beams cutting through the gaps in the curtains.  Bucky looked at Tracey.

"Put some clothes on now," he ordered then he looked at Nebula.  "Do you have weapons?"

"Just what's on me," she said apologetically.  "They found you through social media, a thing called Facebook.  Your picture, with your wife, as you were swimming underwater.  I was watching them, angry at what they were trying to force you into, and when I realized what they were planning I tried to get here first."

Bucky went to the closet and pulled out a bag he hadn't unpacked.  Without modesty he pulled his pyjama bottoms off and pulled on his combat pants, then pulled his leather jacket out.  He reached inside the bag, and took out a box, opening it to reveal a set of combat knives, inserting them into slots in the right leg of his pants.

"As long as it was in checked luggage, I could bring this," he explained to Tracey who was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and her sneakers.  "Nebula, I'm going to give you my arm because you're not the first person to suggest removing it to lower my usefulness to them.  Do you have your ship here?"

"The pod," she replied.  "What do you want me to do?"

"Give me all that you have, except for one weapon," he said.  "I'm going to lead them away and you're going to get my wife out of here."

"Bucky no!" exclaimed Tracey.  "We stay together."

"No, they want me but if they have you, they'll use you to make me do what they want," he said, approaching her.  Gently he touched her face.  "I meant what I said about what you mean to me.  Go with Nebula, she's a good fighter and with her pod she can get you out of here quickly."  He pressed the sequence on his shoulder to pop his arm off and put it inside the bag his gear had been in, then put his jacket on, amazing Tracey as he zipped it up one-handed and handed it to Nebula.  "Take it to a safe place and tell them to look after it until they can give it back to me."

Grabbing the phone as he heard the sound of yelling outside he had enough time to send a text to Sam, entering only the word Brooklyn before sending it, then he gave the phone to Tracey and kissed her.  Nebula gave him her weapons, keeping only a firearm, then she grasped the bag containing the arm tightly and nodded to Tracey.

"Stay close to me," she said.  "The pod isn't far away."

They all went out into the main part of the villa where Bucky went to the door leading to the beach, while Nebula and Tracey went to the door that led to the pathway.  With a nod at each other they all bolted through the doors.  At first Tracey had trouble keeping up with Nebula but the cyborg adjusted her pace and made sure that Tracey was right behind her.  They ran down the path until they came to a side path, and she turned down that, stopping at a clearing beside what looked like a weird underwater sea vehicle made of glass and metal.  It even had arms.  Activating a control on the side, one of the metal portions slid over and Nebula beckoned to Tracey to get inside.  She closed the panel once she was inside, started it up then turned to Tracey.

"I'm still going to help him," she said.  "This pod is modified and is armed.  I'll try to take out anyone who is chasing him."

Tracey gave a little shriek as the pod lifted into the air.  She hadn't strapped herself in and did it quickly as Nebula skimmed along the treetops searching for Bucky's heat signature.  Quickly she located him and went after those who were chasing him, while keeping an eye on the helicopter, not wanting to take fire from it if she could help it.  After successfully taking out several of the pursuers she landed ahead of Bucky, opening the panel so he could hop in.  He saw her and nodded his understanding, making a beeline for her when he suddenly stopped and began jerking as if someone had unleashed a taser at him.

"Bucky!" screamed Tracey, and she fumbled with her straps to go to him, but he waved her back, desperately trying to remove the taser leads when he was hit with another jolt.  Looking up at her helplessly he said the words that with her heightened sense of hearing could hear as clear as anything.  "Go!  Get her out of here!"

"Sorry," whispered Nebula and she raised the pod quickly, taking it up high into the sky as Tracey wept.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, through her sobs, realizing she was rising high into the atmosphere.

"Knowhere," replied Nebula.  "It's where we live but will take some time to get there."

"No," said Tracey, her voice becoming stronger.  "Take me to Wakanda.  I'm pregnant and if you take me into space, it will expose me to radiation which could hurt the baby."  Nebula looked back at the human woman, debating whether she should do it.  "We need to tell them who has Bucky so they can mount a rescue for him.  If we leave for your place, it will take too long.  Please.  He is my life, my love, and my husband.  Help me."

For the longest time the cyborg said nothing although even on her metallic face Tracey could see the indecision.  "Alright, Wakanda," said Nebula finally, setting a course.

Tracey pulled the phone out of her back pocket and tried to use it to call Sam but there was no signal.  Until they arrived at Wakanda they were out of contact.  As they flew across the ocean towards Africa, Tracey undid her straps and approached Nebula, standing next to her.  The cyborg woman glanced at her.

"You wish to ask me something," she stated.

"You're a cyborg," said Tracey.  "Did you start out as a biological being?"

"At birth, then my species adds enhancements," replied Nebula.  "But my father, Thanos, began replacing my biological parts with cybernetic ones, partly as torture and partly as punishment."

"But you feel emotions?" asked Tracey.  "You came to help Bucky, which means he meant something to you."

"We share things in common," said the blue skinned woman, deflecting the question.  "He was changed against his will by those who tortured him.  I know the vibranium arm is stronger than any other arm in this world.  Without it, he is less valuable to those who took him."

"Did you know of the one he had before?"

Nebula's black eyes gazed on Tracey.  "I never saw it, but I understand it was solely an instrument of death that he tried to rip from his body many times.  I know that feeling.  Why are you asking me these questions?"

"You're the first cyborg person I've ever met," said Tracey.  "In our culture, it's usually seen as something evil, but you aren't.  I think you were forced to do many wrong things by those who had control over you but once you had control over yourself your true nature came forth.  Thank you for trying to help Bucky.  I appreciate it."

She stared at Tracey again for some time.  "You're welcome."

They said nothing more as the pod travelled across the ocean in the night, speeding towards sanctuary in Wakanda.

As Nebula raised the pod Bucky watched the terrified expression on Tracey's face when they left him behind.  She would be safe.  That was all that mattered.  Gritting his teeth against the pain of the tasers that were directed at him he became aware of being surrounded by several dark clothed individuals, all with balaclavas on, pointing their firearms at him.  The sound of a helicopter landing nearby and approaching footsteps indicated that his captor was near.  Bucky prepared to launch himself at the person with all of the energy he had left, hoping to make the point that he wasn't going to be taken without a fight.  That opportunity didn't come as he also heard the sound of a magazine being inserted into a handgun and it touching his ear.

"End of the line," said the familiar voice, who started laughing.  "I can't believe you fell for my sob story."

"John," spat Bucky.  "Should have known you were the linchpin." 

Rough hands lifted him up and he looked into the blue eyes of John Walker, who smirked at him.  "You really are easy to convince of wanting to turn over a new leaf."  He looked at the others.  "Where's his wife?"

"She got away," said one of them, "with a blue cyborg, female.  Looks like she beat us here first.  Uh, Boss, his arm isn't there."

John glared at the man.  "What do you mean?  Where the hell is it?"  He struck Bucky across the face, bringing the taste of blood to his mouth.  "Where's your arm?"

Bucky shrugged.  "Halfway to Knowhere," he said, receiving a punch in the stomach from Walker for the answer.

As he tried to get his breath back, he watched as Walker walked up to a palm tree, punching it in two, furious that they had their man, but he was hobbled as an asset.  Bucky grinned.  Walker still didn't have control of his emotions.  It would be easy to manipulate him into making mistakes.

"Send a team to get his sister," said Walker.

"Too late," stated Bucky.  "Had a prearranged code with Sam and was able to send it.  By now they're already in a secure location.  You never were very good at keeping up with the pros."

With a yell Walker launched himself at Bucky, hitting him over and over again.  Bucky took it, not even defending himself against it, knowing it would show Walker as weak and a bully.  Finally, with a kick to Bucky's midsection as he lay on the ground Walker stopped and looked at his men.

"Get him to the chopper," he ordered.  "Confirm that his sister is gone."

They dragged him to the helicopter, throwing him into a seat and buckling him in.  As they lifted off several of the men took their balaclavas off and Bucky recognized most of them as being with Thaddeus Ross when they tried to take him at his house.  There must be big money, corporate money, behind this operation.  Sam, Rhodey, and the others had speculated in private conversations with Bucky that it appeared the impetus from all of this wasn't the government.  He also wondered if Nebula would take Tracey to Knowhere, giving the arm to Rocket, or to Wakanda, hoping for the latter.  Space flight would expose Tracey to radiation, and he knew she wouldn't agree to it.  If she was able to talk Nebula into going to Wakanda then she would be with Rebecca and Janice, as Sam would make sure both got there.  It was the safest place for all of them, even if this team that Ross was assembling was going to try and infiltrate the country.  Ross really had no idea who or what they were up against and now that Bucky was on the inside, he would do all he could to sabotage them.  It's what he agreed to take on if they ever succeeded in taking him.  His mission was just beginning.

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Chapter two of Lonely Remnants, “I wish I'd find all the lonely remnants, Of you that left when your head cracked open”, is here! Short but wild. Surprisingly, no trigger warnings this time!

Here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Coma Baby” by Nicole Dollanganger, and is also the origin of the fic’s title! I won’t go in depth as to how this song relates to the story, as that would be spoilers!

- “Painstakingly, she babysat the demon as it rinsed off the worst of what was left, then she used a pile of different washcloths and hand towels to wipe when she could off his face.” - If I had a nickel for every time a scene like this happened in my Beetlejuice fics, I’d have at least two.

- “My real physical form before I took this body was a bucket full of black goo. I could show ya, but I’d have to be qui-” - It was going to say it would have to be quick, because it wouldn’t have much time to return to the body.

- “It certainly hated the noise and the heat, growling and reminding her over and over that it needed to stay cool. She just rolled her eyes and kept doing her best to get the rotten little beast dry.” - IF I HAD A NICKEL-

- “A photo taken mid-snowball fight, Lawrence with an impish grin as he wound up to throw a rather large ball of snow at an unsuspecting Lydia. Lawrence, apparently having not grown up with snowy winters, sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, a cup of hot cocoa in hand. He was red-faced and obviously still freezing, but he was still smiling so brightly as Adam leaned down to kiss the top of his snowflake-covered head.” - Lawrence got absolutely decimated by Lydia for sneaking up on her like that. His ass got pelted with so many snowballs that Emily, Barbara, and Adam had to drag him inside so his southern-born ass wouldn’t get frostbite.

- “(Lydia’s passion for the arts seemed to have died with her mother, she thought. Just the idea of picking up a camera now made her sick to her stomach.)” - GUYS DON’T WORRY SHE WILL REGAIN HER PASSION FOR PHOTOGRAPHY!!!

- “ “That’s me and my dad, Charles. He used to take you golfing every summer to bond with you, but you sucked at it.” The Shoggoth gave her a funny sort of look as she continued.” - It was not prepared for her to refer to it as Lawrence.

- “ “Emily…” the Shoggoth echoed, some strange pained look flickering through it’s eyes.” - Hmm. Interesting!

- “There was a pair of photos of a family escape room trip. All of them, photographed by the employees, standing with bright grins and excited thumbs up. Then, in the same setting, with all of them staring angrily at an anxiously grimacing Lawrence, who held a sign that read “We did not escape”.” - It was Lawrence’s fault they did not escape.

- “Clusters of photos of nature, of them all in camping gear, of Charles teaching Lawrence, Adam, and Lydia how to fish. Lawrence diving in to the lake and then coming back up with a large bass in his hands, to the slack-jawed Charles’ astonishment, and cheers from Lydia.” - A little bit of foreshadowing to Lawrence’s country roots! My boy used to wade through the Everglades barefoot and grab pythons and such without batting an eye.

- “Lawrence hunched over a campfire, arms outstretched and face twisted and shadowed in a ghoulish grin as he recounted some ghastly horror story that seemed to especially petrify his partners.” - He has always been very talented at scaring people :)

- “Pridefest in a nearby town, Lawrence having Lydia sat on his shoulders as she flew a transgender flag high and proud for him. Adam, Barbara, and Emily smiling and flocking to their sides, touting their own flags. (Charles had taken the picture, it was amateurish and shaky.)” - Lydia is mad, hence why the narration/she is calling him ‘amateurish’ and not mentioning him as much. Also, ha ha, Charles is the only cishet one! Loser /lh

- “Fourth of July, where Charles, Adam, and Barbara followed Lawrence extremely closely each year, but somehow still never caught him before he could set off the disastrous “Fat Dragon” fountain firework that was captured in a bright, blurry photo of all of them running and screaming from it after it had tipped over and shot in their direction.” - Based on true events from my own life. Also “Fat Dragon” is a reference to “The Babysitter”, a movie I have a love-hate relationship with.

- “He looked… very different. It was almost startling. His face was clean-shaven, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was long and unmanaged. His features were almost… softer. Certainly younger. Very different from the bold, loud, scruffy thirty-something she knew.” - It’s because he went on testosterone after this!

- “He wore tattered clothes and had fake blood smeared all over his face. A zombie. How ironic. She held up the photo, eliciting a strange, grating chuckle from the Shoggoth.” - The Shoggoth also sees the irony. It finds it very funny.

- “Lydia pushed the album aside to ensure a sudden deluge of tears didn’t ruin it’s pages. The Shoggoth flinched, brows furrowed in a sort of pained expression. “… y-… you alright, kiddo?” ” - Oh? What’s this? The freaky creature already showing signs of caring??

- “Lydia raised an eyebrow and tilted her head hard to one side. She could swear she saw Barbara flinch at the movement, but the pained expression was gone in a moment.” - That particular gesture reminded Barbara of Lawrence.

- “ “… is that why they never came to…. Visit?” She got the implication in an instant, it seemed, as Barbara solemnly nodded her head.” - By “visit” she means come pay for a gravesite.

- “It isn’t our story to tell, sweetheart. Especially not..” - She was going to say ‘while you’re so young’, as they had an agreement with Lawrence to have him tell Lydia what happened before he came to their town when she was older.

- “ “Oh my god, that explains the weird accent!” Her second mom nodded fervently, leaving the rag where it was as she went to make her way around the counter to Lydia. “He tried his best to hide it, but it always slipped out!” She lowered her voice in her best approximation of her brother’s own cadence as she mockingly drawled out, “now, pardon me, ma’am, but I do believe he did a right shit job of hidin’ it!” ” - Partially based on my own experience of being clocked immediately for my own stupid yeehaw accent, although mine is not from Louisiana. Lawrence hid it very well, but it came out on certain words like ‘pardon’, and he let it slip more in front of his loved ones.

- “All the while the Shoggoth hissed and shied away, but Barbara pursued it and demanded it get out of their home as she continued to hit it.” - Hehe, she wants it to leave but she’s not letting it leave

- “Lydia called, surging forward and going to grip the woman’s arm, but she was stoped by Adam suddenly returning to his senses and lifting her up under her armpits and trying to carry her away.” - Adam dad reflexes!!!

[symphonicmetal101]

Winter Wonderland

 Taking the OM Characters on dates in winter

(Specifically the mild Canadian winter we’ve had up here thus far lmao)

Lucifer - Dogs still need walking right? It can take quite a bit to pry Lucifer from his work but if you offered to take Cerberus out, he would gladly give up his pen and paper for a while to spend time with you and watch his beloved pet enjoy the snow like a puppy again. The first major snowfall of the year can be one of the best times to get Lucifer alone and see his walls come down so he can be his best goofy ass self around you. Walking trails of freshly fallen snow quickly get patted down as Cerberus gallops down them with all the grace of a tornado, sometimes leaving you and Lucifer with faces full of snow. He’ll keep that in mind next time, and keep his wings out so he can block the brunt of the snow that flies up from Cerberus’ frolicking. 

Mammon - HAHAHAAA MAKE HIM PLAY CRACK THE WHIP! I've only played it once but it was a blast. A rope is tied to a vehicle (in my case a golf cart) and knots are tied to create grips. Yjust sit in your sled and hold on to the rop for dear life as the vehicle moves. The farther back you are, the bigger the turn is. If you let go you loose fjdjxjdj but its so much fun. He might gripe about his arms hurting after but nothing a warm shower and snuggles cant fix.

Levi - This man....god, good luck getting him out of his room. BUT there is a cute date to be had yet. You guys can go out to one of the fabric stores, that way y’all can touch all the fabrics to figure out what textures you like the best- so that when you guys get home you can make scarves to keep each other warm. When Levi needs it during the colder months - in or out of his room- he’s almost always wearing the scarf you made for him. If it’s too warm to actually wear it, it becomes a comfort item of his, so he has it on him at all times anyways. But he can’t deny the fact that knowing you’re walking around with something functional, pretty, and made with love from him feels amazing- you’re his and he’s yours, in and out of sight of each other. 

Satan - I love this nerdy little guy, I love him I really do, if the side characters didnt exist, this is my main bitch right here lmao.  I’m a sucker for a cold snowy day being an excuse to cuddle up together, watch snow fall and drink hot chocolate, but I’m gonna try just...just a notch to the left of that lmao...maybe just a bit more and because I feel like I need more chaotic Satan in my life, we’re getting more chaotic Satan. The great thing about starting fires in winter is that the snow is your extinguisher- so long as you don’t use too much gasoline/oil to start it lmao. With that in mind, Satan will take you to buy all compressed gas/air products like hairspray and show you how to make a flamethrower out of them. and explain the science behind it while beaming like the sweetest guy in the world. But if that’s a little too intense, he’s happy to make a campfire and let you throw different products in to change the colour of the flames, and again, he will explain the science behind it all. 

Asmodeus - He’s right up there with Satan lskjdhfkjdhskj I love him. Though he has the capability of being just as if not more chaotic than Satan, all I’m getting right now is making a hot chocolate bar for just the two of you in his room- reason being he already had to enchant his room to keep scents from escaping due to a Lip Gloss Shortage Via Being Eaten committed by a certain little brother. So his room is a safe zone for food and drink, and its the only drink he’ll allow in order to keep his room as clean and nice smelling as possible. But he loves going to shop for the different syrups, the whip cream, the sprinkles, the different chocolates, the different milks, even a mini fridge and the aesthetic containers to put everything into. You guys frequently sit in towels and face masks, just sipping at your own and each others hot chocolate....though if you get a little whipped cream on your lip, he’ll be taking care of that for you too ;)

Beelzebub - God I want to go downhill skiing with this guy....and I’m sorry but this is because of my experience...I think Beel would be great at it, truly, and I believe he would be GREAT at teaching others, going ahead and skiiing backwards, holding your hands  if you need it. Otherwise he’s happy to be racing down along side you. However, because of the most terrifying experience I had while I learned how to ski, he gets distracted looking at you, but the flimsy warning “fence” at the bottom of the hill is just that- a warning, not something solid to crash into. He ends up going right under, skis flying out from underneath him and dangling over the edge of a cliff, barely hanging on before trying to wiggle back up into safety. He plays it off fairly quickly, but makes sure he’s always at the bottom before you are so you never have to experience that. Then its the lift, and hot chocolate at the lodge.

Belphie - Making gingerbread houses....if it weren’t so much effort. He opts for rice krispy treats, the vanilla scent and flexibility he gets out of them are much more preferable for him. Also they are easier to mass produce so that his twin can eat some while you make structures out of them. They aren’t as structurally as sound as you would have hoped, and you share a laugh as the “house” collapses in on itself. You end up using a plastic cup to support yours, but Belphie just breaks a piece off to eat and slides the rest over to Beel, fully decorated and all.

Diavolo - SLEDDING OH MY GOD TAKE THIS MAN SLEDDING he has never known the joy and terror of hitting a jump you did not see when you started going down the hill and flying- however, he would refuse to go if there were children there simply because he knows he would run them over and they would not get up. To be fair, his weight and size may simply flatten any jumps on the hill???? but I want to hear the ungodly noise of surprise and terror of being unexpectedly launched to the fucking skies that comes out of a man of his caliber. Because after the first time, he’s intentionally hitting that jump repeatedly, and circumstances allowing, he will use his wings to glide lmao. With that in mind, if he has his demon form out I’m just getting the image of him barreling into a tree full speed and getting his horns stuck. In a daze (could you imagine if he fucking uprooted the thing?) and Barb fucking panicking trying to detach the prince from a fucking THICK tree. That or if there’s a lake at the bottom of the hill? And he can’t just pop the demon form out because of other humans around? God can you imagine the dumb smile he gives you while he’s literally sitting on thin ice, but the moment he shifts his weight shifts, he just hears a crack and yelps before going in the ice water??? He might not be able to use his demon form but theres no way in any realm he’s staying in that shit, by the time you “help” him out, he’s inexplicably dry and very warm. But he would be done for the day, please baby him after that. Basically this man doesnt think to stop his sled bc hes going so fast and its fun, consequences be damned. (Can you tell I think about him a lot? Is the pfp not enough? The people Im on discord with, did you know that Diavolo is my favourite? I love him. This is why Satan and Asmodeus are Not my favourite)

Barbatos - Polar dip. Barb thrives at night because its not until late he's relinquished from his duties as the princes butler. I'm also a firm believer that he likes cold water anyways. Also you see him in a bathing suit so tell me where the loss is. There isn't any loss. Whether you go in with him or cheer him on from the shore and hold his towel, simply being in your presence is enough for him. Moonlit kisses on the sand, trying to warm up after hes done and also...him getting to be a bit of a shit with that excuse, getting you cold and a little wet when he hugs you as soon as he gets out, laughing a bit over your shoulder as he says he was just too cold and a towel didn't cut it. Having a warm shower when you get home and just being very snuggly so neither of you get cold again for the rest of the night.....yeah (also one of my faves xjxjxjjdks)

Mephistopheles - Sleigh ride time! (Thank you @sophisticatedmarten for the inspo) Reindeer aren't quite horses, but they look so damn good in the snow and all dressed up, Meph can't really complain. The seats are plush and the blankets you two brought are fluffy and warm. The demon at the reins is well-practiced and confident, and its clear with how smoothly the sleigh moves. With just the two of you its the perfect time to drop the hottest gossip and exchange stories, but the route the ride is set to go on is absolutely gorgeous. Meph enlists your help in getting as many pictures as possible to capture the magic the season brings. Not only will this be good for RAD and the latest article he hopes to write, but it will be a good way to end the scrapbook he's been putting together for you meticulously with pictures from every date the two of you have gone on- as friends or otherwise- with heartfelt love letters sprinkled in between.

Simeon - Ice skating. Please. I feel like he doesnt know how. I don't either. But just the image of him struggling to balance so much that he pulls out his wings to balance more and ends up smacking some kid in the face by accident. Maybe Luke, who was going full throttle in a race with a friend. (He has more experience bc of school fieldtrips and totally for not self indulgent reasons regarding an angel child oc I have that is an avid figure skater. Yeah.) Simeon being caught by surprise and his wings poofing as he tries to draw them in so he can try and apologize to Luke, but Luke not giving a crap having laughed it off and already bolted again. But because his wings are out and puffed up you can't help but want to snuggle up to his side, hugging him with one arm and getting warmed up by his feathers. It only takes Simeon a couple of minutes with a lead before he figures it out, and the rest of the night is pretty mild. (Except when Luke tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue and Simeon had to catch him before he crashed into someone else)

Raphael - ok I still don't know him. Like at all. Hes a stranger to me. So I'm assigning a snowball fight to him. If you're on opposite sides get ready for him to never hold back and hit you without fail every. Single. Time. He has the most intense snow fortress you've ever seen. If he's playing on your side though? You'll find you won't have a single snowball hit you. He will block Every Single One and if he ever misses the person who hit you is his biggest target. He gets very competitive so you might have to step in before he packs it so hard the ball is just ice. Would go in with his bare hands, gets very soft and flustered when you insist you have to warm them up for him.

Luke - My sweet child!! The week before winter break you and Luke are seated at the table handpainting large wooden beads white, threading sturdy and pretty twine through three, and tying it off so Luke can decorate the little snowmen ornaments to give out to his teachers. There are lots of laughs and giggles, Simeon and Barb are likely there as well and bringing cookies and tea for when they convince both of you to take a small break. The cookies are leftovers from the batches Luke and Barb made earlier, to put into parchment paper wrapped with a ribbon.....to put inside of cute little origami bags. It's a lot of work, seeing as Luke keeps remembering more people he wants to give these little gifts too, but its a labour of love as the four of you get it done. Luke is able to go to bed satisfied and excited for the next school day to hand out his presents.

Solomon -  I’m soft for this lovely bastard. And I like to think that every once in a while he also gives into the whims of The Child. So just spending the day between the three of you making snow-people, angels and demons. Solomon’s magic allows for the extra support and correction of lopsided wings or one horn bigger than the other. You find yourself singing about Frosty the Snowman and Luke is enthralled by the story, on the hunt for a silk hat to put on one of the snowfolk. Solomon can’t help but give you a small wink before enchanting the kids own hat and telling him to try it. Despite the suspicious look Luke gives him before trying it, his worry dissipates as the snow version of one of his friends comes to life, leaving him giggling. Thankfully, Solomon left it as a “timed” spell so that there would be no fighting the snowman back to get Luke’s hat, and so it wouldn’t run off. When the magic finally faded the three of you are worn out from playing all day that you all but collapse in front of the fireplace and snuggle a bit until Simeon gets home. Luke gets up and runs off, leaving you and Solomon to cuddle for a bit on your own.

Thirteen - hahaHA my wife I ADORE her grab the red food colouring and her hand, you’re on a mission to find some icicles and some unsuspecting souls. First things first is making a very realistic mold of a body out of snow, and some clothing that may or may not be Solomon’s cut to fit it underneath the icicles. She breaks one off, puts it through the snow dummys neck and dyes it red everywhere the “blood” ought to be. Now yes, the two of you are going to camp on the roof of this place and anytime someone tries to come over you hit the roof to make the icicles fall right before they get there. :) Its just a little dangerous its fine nobody will get seriously hurt. A/N: God I was so overtired writing this, apologies but not really, Im just happy to have been able to write something again. Things have been really stressful lately, would open writing comms but paypal isn’t working so yknow, I’ll find a way to get through it. About to head out on my little sisters Make A Wish Trip, with no fucking money for me to be able to spend because of how shit went down but Happy Holidays!!! Here’s to hoping everything gets better for everyone! Masterlist

[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Five

Wren

Thank god for weekends.

Laying in my bed surrounded by pillows, I was hoping that once I woke up everything from the night before would be nothing but a bad dream.

But that would be too easy— Wouldn't it?

The sound of a notification draws my attention away from my thoughts, a text from Jenna telling, not asking, to meet her for an early dinner on Sunday.

Just what I wanted.

How did she know?

Groaning, I rub my eyes before throwing the duvet off my body and heading into the kitchen. Popping a bagel into the toaster and pulling out some cream cheese and an energy drink, my eyes fall to the window over the sink and out into the backyard.

It was still early, but the golden beams of sunshine stretched across the blooms like a perfect hello. At some point today I would make it out there with a book, hopefully curl up in the comfy chair that I splurged on and forget about everything.

Reading has always done that for me.

When times were hard, there was always a character or two willing to help me pick up the pieces and carry on.

But now I wasn’t even sure if that would work.

In the span of the last twenty four hours I found out that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me for our entire relationship, that my sister not only was dating him at the same time but now they were engaged, and to top it all off they were having a baby.

Together.

Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that now I was dating my boss.

Well, fake dating my boss anyway.

I can't believe he saw me sobbing my eyes out in that closet and didn’t turn around and run the other way.

Instead, Niall Horan came to the rescue in a way that nobody had ever done for me before. It was like he didn’t even think twice about wrapping an arm around me and lying to everyone about the two of us.

Him and those stupid ass blue eyes were going to have to be by my side until the end of this godforsaken wedding and I’ve yet to determine exactly how I feel about that.

One thing was for sure, we needed rules.

Lots of rules.

Standing up from the barstool and grabbing a notebook from the desk in the living room, I sit it on the counter just in time for my bagel to pop up.

Putting an ungodly amount of cream cheese on the top and grabbing a paper towel, I sit back down ready to make a list of rules that the two of us would follow religiously.

Opening the notebook and grabbing the pen tucked inside, I write out the first rule as I take a bite from my breakfast.

When the wedding is over, this is over.

Making a list feels like I have some semblance of control over my life even though it feels like the exact opposite.

That must be why I find myself coming back to the open notebook to add more and more to the list.

One rule after another.

Anything to keep a grip on reality.

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“Are you even listening?”

Gripping the pen in my hand even harder, Inlook across the table as my sister raises her eyebrows in my direction.

“Yes, Jenna— I’m listening.” The irritation is clear in my tone as I look down at the wedding notebook in front of me. “You said that you wanted a four tier cake with a different flavor for each layer.”

“You could at least act like you’re interested in what I’m talking about.” Crossing her arms over her chest, I can’t help but look at the diamond on her finger as it catches the light.

My own taps against the paper at the same time I take a deep breath. “I am, Jenna. I’m just trying to make sure I have everything written down.”

“Whatever. Should we start with the wedding party?” Looking at her nails for a second, she looks at me with disdain. “I’ve already asked Ashley to be my maid of honor.”

“What?” Shaking my head, I meet her gaze. “You asked Ashley?”

A crease forms between her brows as she looks at me as if I’ve grown three more arms and at least two extra heads. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?”

Swallowing down the emotion in my throat, I look out of the windows and towards the luscious grass that leads out to the golf course here at Willow Lake.

It’s only been a couple of days since the party and here I am with her at four in the afternoon on a Monday, a time when I would normally be headed to either the grocery store or the spin class that’s helped keep me sane.

Instead, I sit across from my one and only sister as she tells me who she picked for her maid of honor.

Someone that’s not me.

I would never expect for her to pick me, no.

After everything that we’ve been through I doubt that it would have ever crossed her mine.

Yet I’m the one who she turns to for anything she’s needed, anything she’s ever wanted planned, and in the end the one who always ends up in the wrong.

Every single time.

It doesn’t matter what the circumstances are— for Jenna, I’ve never been a good enough sister to her.

No matter how hard I’ve tried to show her that I am.

“Anyway—“ Taking a drink from the lemon water in front of her, she looks out of the window. “We haven’t really talked about a venue but Lucas said that you should be able to think of a good place. He mentioned something about Indigo Gardens?”

Just the name of the most beautiful place I’d ever seen makes my stomach churn. “Yeah, uh… Yeah. I can reach out to them. Their grounds are stunning.”

I fake a smile as I press the pen too hard into the paper, knowing the indent will be on the next page.

Lucas and I went there for one of our first dates and also where he took me for one of our anniversaries— the one where he held me in his arms and mentioned how perfect of a place it would be to get married.

He just didn’t mean to me.

“Did you see the link in the groupchat about the dresses?” Thumbing through her phone, Jenna doesn’t even look up from it. “You never replied.”

Holding back a laugh, I shake my head. “Jenna, you didn’t put me in a group chat.”

“Yes, I did.” Her words are clipped as she flares at me. “Whatever, here.”

Shoving her phone across the table, I ignore the added sting of being left out of yet another part of her wedding— even if it is just a simple group chat.

“This is pretty—“

“Yeah, I know that’s why I picked it.” A fake laugh falls from her lips. “Now, I know that you work out some, but you’re really going to need to put in some extra effort because I don’t want to be put out by having to schedule someone to tailor your dress.”

Her words dig into a part of my mind that had been closed for so long.

A part that I kept locked up tight so that even I couldn’t get into them.

“Hello? Wren?” A snapping sound draws me back to the moment as Jenna’s hand draws away from my face. “God, you literally never pay attention.”

“What else do you want, Jenna?!” My voice is sharp. “I’m sitting here with you after I’ve spent my entire day in meetings to help you plan your wedding to— To— Lucas. I’m tired and I’m hungry, okay? God.”

Running her hand over her barely there belly, Jenna lifts her other hand to the corner of her eye. “You don’t have to yell at me, Wren. Planning a wedding is stressful and I’m trying to stay healthy for our baby. Don’t you think you could be nicer?”

Nicer?

Jesus fucking Christ help me.

“Let’s just call it a day, okay?” I smile as I close the binder and tug it towards me. “You need to get some rest and I just need to grab some dinner.”

She nods as she stands from the table and grabs her purse, barely even giving me a wave much less a ‘thank you’ as she walks away.

I let my eyes close as I make a promise to myself not to cry, counting to ten and taking deep breaths.

Gathering my things and heading to my office, I look out of the window at the perfect clouds that still linger in the horizon and in that moment I know exactly what I need.

Reaching into my bag and pulling out my latest read, I head down the hallway and across the perfect stone walkway smiling at people as they head back inside the clubhouse.

Once the garage comes into view, I wave at Jeremy as he tosses me a set of keys, letting me settle behind the wheel of the golf cart before sweating out for my favorite place on the property.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s that one thing can always make me feel better.

A sunset.

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There has always been something so soothing about a sunset.

Ever since I was kid it was one of my favorite ways to feel like I had managed to escape.

Whether it be from a fight with my sister or a bad grade— watching the sun go down felt like a promise that things would be okay even when it felt like they wouldn’t be.

It was my place.

Somewhere where someone couldn’t cheat on me.

Somewhere where I felt happy.

Somewhere where I couldn’t get my heart broken.

My book sits in the seat next to me unopened as I wrap my arms around my knees, resting my chin on top of them.

I’m sure I look like a crazy woman with the amount of tears that I’ve shed since I’ve been sitting out here, although they seem to have dried up by now and the puffy eye look doesn’t really work for me.

Birds sing in the trees as the sun paints the sky with golden yellows and rich fuschias, the clouds like neon signs pointing me in the direction of happier days.

Happier thoughts.

That must be why I don’t hear the sound of another golf cart along the gravel path, the sight of it coming to a stop next to me is enough to make me jump and clutch my chest as if I’ll drop dead of a heart attack if I don’t.

“Jesus, Niall!” With my hand still over my heart, I push the strands of hair out of my face to look at him. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Sitting behind the wheel, he bites down on his full bottom lip as if to keep himself from laughing. “Do you talk to all your bosses like that?”

“You could have given me a heart attack!” I shoot back at him.

“But I didn’t.” Raising his eyebrow, those sapphire blue eyes find mine. “Did I?”

I roll my eyes as I turn away from him, focusing back on the last bits of my sunset. “That doesn’t answer why you are out here.”

“Well considering that I own the property maybe I don’t have to tell you.” Catching my gaze again, his eyes are full of mischief. “What are you doing out here, Wren Jacobs?”

Chewing on the inside of my lip, my arms hug even tighter around my legs. “Just felt like watching the sunset.”

“Is that all?” Niall looks at me in a way that I feel like I haven’t been looked at before— Like he sees me, a feeling that is so foreign that I can’t even place how it makes me feel. “I saw you… In the dining area with your sister.”

Nodding, I turn to face him, letting my cheek rest against my leg without saying anything.

He truly is a stunning person.

Those dark waves are tousled in a way that looks effortless and the stubble across his jaw looks like he hasn’t bothered to shave in a week or two. Even the white polo sticking out from the collar of the Adidas three-quarter zip pullover shows off the Adam’s apple that moves as he swallows.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He turns towards me, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip.

Shaking my head, I turn away and let the last rays from the sun warm my face as much as they can, a reminder of better days.

Silence settles between us for just a moment before the sound of a rustling plastic bag breaks through. “I figured as much. Here, I figured you might want this.”

Niall holds out the bag and I let my legs down and reach across the bench seat to take it, peering inside to see a deli sandwich marked with my favorite things along with my favorite drink.

“Niall—“

“Don’t.” He gives me a smile as he reaches for the sandwich next to him, unwrapping the paper and taking a bite. “Really, Wren. Don’t overthink it. I’m just doing what a good boyfriend would do.”

With a wink, he sits back and props his feet up along the dash area, cracking open his own drink and taking a long sip.

A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I sit back and bite into my own food, the flavors exploding across my tongue and almost making a noise that doesn’t need to be heard out.

The two of us sit like that in silence, eating our food and watching as the sun finally slips below the horizon.

When I came out here I may have felt alone.

But now?

Now I feel like maybe, maybe everything will be alright.

Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

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i LOVE this story truly

-alex 🍀