#Miami Bachelor Party Ideas

[reyesranch]

the day ppl stop trying to use the bachelor party/miami vice costumes as proof of smth is the day that i cheer. eddie and buck are dorks. eddie suggested the costumes as a goof. no one else dressed up for it despite how much ppl want to read into the absolutely non-80s designs of everyones clothes that night. the joke was that eddie and buck both dressed as crockett because they didn’t coordinate past the idea of dressing up as said characters. (if u dont know crockett dresses in bright pastels and white, tubbs wears mostly dark colors) the bachelor party was merely a means to an end to the overall plot of the episode.

1. it foreshadows smth is wrong with chimney, the main plot of the episode.

2. shows eddie and buck being goofy ass besties because who doesn’t love a good party/drunk montage

3. it gives buck and tommy some early relationship development because buck is disappointed when he leaves for work and doesn’t expect him to show to up to the wedding at all and is wholly surprised and happy when he does

im begging y’all im begging 🧎‍➡️🧎‍➡️🧎‍➡️

[matan4il]

911 ep 706 first watch reactions

Buck and Eddie setting up the bachelor party are so funny. They're married to a degree that the bride and groom can only aspire to one day achieve. And Madney are raising a kid together! Then again, so are Buddie, and have been since day 2... (day 1 is forever Buck ogling Eddie at the station, and Eddie strutting his stuff for him, with Buck's now canonically jealou-traction being the, ummm, lubricant)

Oh, Tommy just arrived, Buck and him have done nothing but hug, and Eddie's already bringing on the jealousy jealou-traction. IDK what is the etiquette about bringing your date to a bachelor party, but what's the rule about bringing your hubby who's jealous of your bf?

Oh, and an extra jab at Buck bringing Tommy officially as his date to the wedding. I love me a jealous Eddie. My dude, your closet is shaking so hard, it's about to push you out of itself if you don't make the move already.

Okay, in all seriousness, Tommy not dressing like the 80's, Buck showing that he really cared about that silly party theme, Eddie rolling with it, the two of them being dressed more as a couple than the actual guys dating, Buddie seeing things so much in the same way (down to both seeing themselves as the same character from Miami Vice) while Buck and Tommy are totally out of sync... I love that Tommy is there to help Buck figure himself out, but also, this is the stuff that will forever keep me shipping Buddie.

I know the flashback is mainly to show that the bachelor party is Buck's idea, and goes against Chim's wishes, but Eddie suggests the couple costume? And Buck was so readily on board? Even when he knew Tommy would also be invited? This is my house catching fire, while I sit here, mumbling to myself how fine it all is...

Okay, everyone leaving the bachelor party, even the guy Buck is dating, while Eddie stays, sure is something. And by "something" I mean "a couple." That's a couple. That's Buck's partner in everything, even dumb ass 80's costumes and failed bachelor parties, he's the one who jumps in whatever stupid plan Buck comes up with, and stays to deal with the mess.

LOL And then we got some REAL mess. Again, dumb Buck idea, and Eddie just rolling with it. Making it worse even, by suggesting how to take the party (made up of people who don't even know the groom) to Chimney. These two deserve each other. XD

Buck was behind Eddie while his shirt was being torn? Presumably helping with the tearing? That's it, 911 does not want me to make it to the end of the season with my sanity intact. I guess it's good that I'm not even trying...

I'm glad there was a representation of Chim and Kevin, and a Korean tradition, I just hope it was a truthful one. (do we have Korean viewers in our midst to chime in on this?)

Maddie using her 911 skills to find and help Chim is pretty badass (and a nice gender reversal of the 'damsel in distress needing to be saved a sec before her wedding' tale). Love it!

Maddie and Chim looked so happy during their wedding. Honestly, at the end of the day, my little hopelessly romantic heart doesn't need more than that. <3

Awwww, the Buck and Tommy kiss was nice. I think the most important part of it is we got to see Buck for the first time daring to kiss another guy, rather than wait to be kissed. I may bbe a Buddie shipper, but I think this r/s is important to Buck as well, to his ability to find what he wants, to not be scared of it, to not wait for others to want him as was the case with all the women he'd dated, but rather figure out what he wants in a certain moment, and that it's okay for him to go get it.

(I still don't think Tommy is Buck's endgame, though. Much as his probably my fave Buck r/s so far other than Eddie. Tommy not being there for Buck when the bachelor party flunked, him not being there at the wedding itself, to share this significant moment with Buck, being almost incidental to Buck's coming out to his colleagues and parents, other than being a gay that was obviously kissed by Buck just a short while ago... Again, just not the stuff great love stories are made of)

Hen going, "Finally!" to Karen was funny and cute. Everyone (almost) just smiling at Buck's coming out was nice. But the way his mom reacted in particular felt more realistic, and made me wish that at least with his parents, who we know he has a strained r/s with, the should would have allowed this to be more explored. Hopefully in a future ep if not now.

Thank you for reading! If you're looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

[9w1ft]

just curious, did any of taylor or karlie’s circle know travis before his and taylor’s public relationship hard-launched? has he bearded before? im just not sure why him of all people, it seems very random lol. not that joe wasnt… but in my opinion it seems like joe could be queer so the idea of that relationship not being so real is easier to grasp - her and joe’s timeline also did not make sense on top of all that. but with travis i just feel more skeptical. im too lazy to scroll far so im also not sure if this has been addressed already, sorry in advance

before he and taylor met, back in may 2022, travis went to a party held at karlie’s miami mansion that W magazine and Dior were throwing for lewis hamilton. 😝 so there’s that!!

i don’t really have an opinion on the nature of the bearding. could be any number of reasons. but thinking simply, he and his family do a lot of commercial spots and promo deals with brands so, it could just as easily be a lucrative business opportunity for him. back in the 2010’s he did a The Bachelor style reality tv show (Catching Kelce) but things didn’t last with the winner. idk, he just seems like one for the hustle. plus with athletes, you’re not young forever. its a profession where at some point you aim to transition your career into avenues off the field, and dating taylor could be an extra launchpad for any number of ventures, both for him and his recently retired older brother too (i think he retired for good, right?)

[turquoisevioiet]

jump into the heat

buck/eddie | rated: T | ~25k | WIP, done by Thursday

summary: post-705 spec fic. following yet another doomed day intended to be full of joy for the 118, buck and eddie try to figure out their lives, themselves, and each other. a bachelor party, a decision, a move, an awakening, a realization, an acceptance, and a happy ending

“It was just under 80s songs and– and the lady said it’d be good for us and not too hard to sing!”

“Uh, ‘sing’ is a strong word,” Hen mumbles. 

“You think you can do better?” Eddie teases.

Everyone turns to look at Hen expectantly, who just giggles to herself. “Yeah get at least one more drink in me and I’ll consider it.”

Calling her bluff, Buck gets up and heads to the bar to order a refill for everyone, because why not? The vibes all night have been good, including the harmless teasing of Buck and Eddie that resulted in them getting up on that stage in the first place. 

But as woman of honor, or best woman, or whatever title Hen had landed on in the end, it was absolutely her turn to embarrass herself a bit.

Stepping up to the crowded bar, Buck sees the worker who was setting up karaoke before is back tending the bar.

 “Hey! Crockett!” she exclaims, moving towards him.

“Actually, I think I might be Tubbs. Not sure though. Not gonna lie– wasn’t my idea,” Buck chuckles.

“Cute idea, regardless though.” She looks him up and down, hands on her hips. “Nice execution too, I’ve gotta say.”

Previously, he might have seen potential here. To flirt, or more. And his confidence and security in himself grows by recognizing he could still be attracted to her, and other women. But the part of his brain responsible for romance or whatever is occupied with his date for tomorrow, thinking about introducing Tommy to everyone in this new capacity, dancing with him, etc. 

That is to say, he’s kind of caught off guard by what seems like light flirting from someone else.

Until the bartender says, “Was it your partner’s idea? Adorable. Been together long?”

Then Buck is really caught off guard. 

“Uh… what?” he so eloquently asks, leaning further against the bar and clenching his hands on the edge.

His ears ringing means he misses the details of whatever she says next, something about how they sang to each other and something else about Miami and iconic queercoding, or something. 

He realizes this is the first time he and Eddie have been misconstrued as a couple since he actually could date dudes and it wasn’t some preposterous assumption. 

It’s by no means the first time overall though, and probably not the last, and he catches her tilting her head, looking concerned at his lack of a response. The last thing he wants is to be refused service because he got flustered for no good reason and seemed too drunk. So he rights himself and rallies.

“Sorry, yeah my friend Eddie– he chose the outfits. Anyway, that reminds me, I was sent to order all of us more drinks, so uh…” Buck trails off. 

She slowly nods, catching on and gives him an apologetic smile. “Sure. Same as you had before? I can check the bachelor party tab and bring those out to y’all.”

The crowd around the bar has only grown and it makes sense she’s trying to get out of this now awkward situation as quickly as possible. Buck nods and slowly backs away to let her do her job. 

He’s still trying to shake the interaction as he looks down at his hands fidgeting together and walks back in the direction of his friends. His first thought is to feel like a jerk for assuming the bartender was flirting with him when in reality she had assumed he was… well whatever she had assumed. His second thought is: what exactly did he feel… almost shameful about her assuming?

After his slip to Maddie about dating Tommy, Buck made the active decision to… announce this information when the time felt right with Eddie. And whenever the time felt right with other important people in his life, he was more than ready to… announce to them too. Somebody ashamed of themselves wouldn’t announce it like that, would they? 

But. What is the announcement in question? Hey I kissed someone once and hung out with them twice and I like them, isn’t something he felt the need to announce to his friends so hugely before when it was with women. Obviously it looks a little different, but it’s not like he changed as a person. 

And yet, how is he able to reconcile not having changed, but suddenly feeling as though he’s newly lying by hiding a huge part of himself?

ao3

[klarriel]

can't hold what opposed you anymore

summary:

tommy arrives at chim's bachelor party, and it all goes wrong from there.

(takes place immediately after THAT sneak peek)

notes:

T/W for people with emetophobia - contains one episode of vomiting. Also multiple mentions of alcohol in here, if that is something you are wanting to avoid!!

sneak peak this this fic immediately follows - https://x.com/911TVNEWS/status/1786036072960672128

title is from show you (truck song) - esme emerson

Buck shoots Eddie a soft smile as he and Tommy move to the other side of the room to mingle with the other guests as they start to arrive.

“Who doesn’t know Miami Vice ?” he mutters to himself, grabbing a shot glass and pouring in a healthy amount of vodka. He pauses, shrugs, and downs the entire shot. Grimacing and wiping his mouth, his attention is caught as he hears a group laugh from across the room. Turning, he sees Tommy regaling multiple people with what appears to be a hilarious joke, Buck’s eyes trained on him, eyes shining. 

Okay, since when was Tommy the funniest guy around? All he talks about are monster trucks and British sitcoms. Hell, when was the last time Buck laughed at one of Eddie’s baseball jokes like that? 

Tommy takes a sip of his orange juice. He turns to smile at Buck, and puts a hand on his back.

“ Orange juice - I’m on standby .” Eddie mimics under his breath in a high pitched tone. 

He huffs out a fake laugh, before grabbing a beer. 

-

The party is well under way, and if Eddie has drunk more beers and tequila shots than he can count on two hands he doesn’t dwell on it. 

He catches sight of Chimney through the crowd, and grins as he sidles up to him. 

“Well hello there, future Mr. Buckley.” He laughs, wrapping him in a quick hug.

“I could say the same to you!” Chim replies, before awkwardly stopping and releasing Eddie from the embrace, “Uh… I mean- Hey! Hows the tequila?” 

“Uh… Not bad, if I do say so myself.” 

Buck, inevitably, catches his eye from across the room. He’s sitting next to Tommy, and it looks like they’ve both been chatting with Hen and Karen like they’re on a fucking double date or something - the idea makes Eddie feel sick.

Buck motions for him to come over, as Albert pulls Chim away for some shot roulette.

He starts to shake his head, telling himself it’s better to give them their space, but then he makes out two words mouthed in his direction. 

Eddie, please. 

And he can’t say no.

-

“So Eddie, Tommy was saying you guys have tickets to a neat wrestling show next month.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows in agreement, his beer sloshing slightly as he brings the bottle up to his lips. 

“Can’t wait.” Tommy adds noncommittally, arm resting across Buck’s shoulders, and it’s kind of pissing Eddie off, because if they were allowed to bring dates then he definitely could have made it more of an equal footing by bringing Marisol, “Would have invited you Buck, but not sure it was your kind of thing.” 

Buck seems to agree, but if Eddie knows him like he thinks he does, then he knows Buck would’ve loved to come regardless. 

They sit in awkward silence for a few moments. 

“Hey, did you guys hear about-”

“So, you guys are official then?” Eddie interrupts Buck, and Tommy almost chokes on his Sprite. 

Buck’s eyes narrow in questioning, before he clears his throat and glances at Tommy. 

“I mean, we’ve only been on a couple dates but… Maddie knows about us,” Buck starts, and the very mention of the use of the word ‘us’ in relation to Buck and Tommy rubs Eddie the wrong way, “but the others don’t. I was thinking… I don’t know, I’d just try and tell them over the next few weeks.” 

“So no grand gestures tomorrow then?” Eddie drawls, and he manages to bring his hands up in mock theatrics. If he lets some of his bitterness seep out, he’s too drunk to care. Tommy’s gaze flickers to him for a moment, before he huffs out a laugh. 

“I, uh.. I don’t think Buck would be up for that.” Tommy mutters over the top of his glass of Sprite, and even with the blaring music Eddie can pick up the tone. The second thing he notices is Buck’s expression as he lowers his gaze to the floor, and with that, Eddie is done. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“ Nothing , Diaz, geez… calm yourself.”

“No, listen Tommy.” Eddie sets his beer down, almost losing his footing as he stands, mind more focused than it has been for the past hour. “What’s with all the digs and the comments about Buck?” 

“It wasn’t a dig, you don’t… There’s a context that both Buck and I-”

“No, I don’t care what you guys get up to in your free time,” He totally does “but you don’t speak about him like that.”

Hen and Karen, sitting at the table next to them, watch the scene intently. Buck is looking up at Eddie, eyes pleading and searching at the same time. 

“Eddie, stop-”

“No, Buck. Like… who the hell does he think he is?”

“Look, Eddie, if I’ve offended you I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing to.” 

Tommy scoffs, looking between Eddie and Buck before standing and shaking his head.

“Eddie, what-”

Suddenly, a loud ringing distracts the group, and Tommy whips his phone out of his pocket. 

“Hey, Cap. Yeah, I- hold on… Uh-huh…. Okay, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” 

He hangs up, downing the last of his Sprite and placing the glass on the table.

“Saved by the bell.” He mutters, grabbing his coat, “I’ll… See you later, Evan.” 

He walks out, and he’s only just through the doorway when Buck speaks up. 

“I could have handled it, Eddie.”

  Eddie looks towards him, and the confusion and rejection are written all over his face. 

Eddie is about to say something, what that is he isn’t sure of, when he proceeds to vomit on to his shoes. 

-

“I hate him, Hen. I really, really hate him.”

“Sure, honey.” 

Eddie is perched over a toilet bowl as Hen rubs circles on his back.

He’s not sure who he’s talking about, but Hen understands. 

-

They don’t speak about it.

They have a great night, all things considered.

They find Chimney - eventually - and Buck gains a new brother-in-law.

Eddie stands next to Buck at the ceremony, and if he sheds a tear or two during the vows that’s his business.

-

After taking a moment to clean himself up in the bathroom, Eddie finds that he’s one of the last to leave the hospital. After a surprisingly beautiful ceremony, the guests slowly filed out of the Emergency Department to leave Chimney and Maddie to their perfect wedded bliss. Christopher had begged to travel with Jee-Yun to the reception at Athena and Bobby’s, and Eddie was left to make his own way there - Hen had recommended a pitstop and change of clothes with Buck on the way. 

He almost doesn’t see Buck sitting on the kerb out front, his legs long enough that his knees jut out at two awkward angles, hands in his lap, gaze distant. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie smiles, eyes searching Buck’s face. Buck is almost caught off guard, seeming surprised that Eddie’s still here. He sighs and pats the pavement next to him. 

It always intrigues him that, since he and Buck met, for the most part, they’ve been on the same page - always able to pick up what the other is thinking. And yet, sometimes, Eddie feels so cut off from him - as though there’s a part of him that he won’t let even Eddie see. 

Eddie hooks out the two mini bottles of wine he stashed in his suit pocket the night before, sitting down beside Buck and gesturing to him, bottle in hand. 

Buck huffs a laugh. He takes a bottle, opening it slowly and taking a swig. He grimaces, holding the bottle up to examine it. 

“This might just be the worst drink I’ve ever had.”

“Hey, if you’re saying that then you can’t have tried Chimney’s Surprise Punch two Christmases ago.” 

“Geez, how could I forget that.” 

They laugh, the golden glow of the evening sunlight casting Buck in such a warm light that Eddie can hardly tell where the sunlight ends and Buck’s eyelashes begin. 

“I… I told Tommy that I need more time.” Buck finally speaks, taking a further drink in spite of his earlier comment. He finally turns his head to look at Eddie, and Eddie notices the faint red tinge around his eyes that mean he’s been holding back tears. “After everything last night, I wanted to talk to him today. I wasn’t necessarily going to end it but… When he hadn’t shown up this morning after his shift, I gave him a call, and… the stuff that happened last night came back to me-”

“Oh God, Buck, I… I didn’t want to-” 

“No, no, it’s not your fault.” Buck says, shaking his head softly, eyes reassuring as they meet with Eddie’s. When he’s convinced Eddie’s accepted he’s not to blame, he thinks for a moment, gaze training back to look over the skyline, and all Eddie can think is ‘ Don’t close off’. 

“I…” Buck starts, and Eddie knows he’s finding it difficult to string his thoughts together (which, he supposes, is to be expected after 36 hours with little to no sleep), “Tommy was never, and I repeat, never, even close to as bad as Doug was to Maddie…but sometimes… I don’t know, he just makes these comments like he thinks I’m an idiot . Like he’s better than me because he knew who he was earlier than me.”

Buck takes a swig and continues.

“All that comments about the costumes and the telling people about us . Even that first dinner, when you and Marisol ran into us…”

At the mention of her name, Eddie remembers that maybe he should reply to his girlfriend’s messages at some point. 

“I had only just realized who I am, wh-who I could be, and he… I felt like he was pressuring me towards a finish line I didn’t even know existed.” 

He takes a final swig of the wine, stifling a throaty laugh before setting the bottle down.

“When we kissed, I thought… finally … this is why all of my relationships have never worked out.”

Eddie frowns.

“What, you never liked all the women you were with?”

“No, no, of course not.” Buck’s brow furrows, “I just mean, maybe I couldn’t be myself around them, but now that I ‘d unlocked this side of myself with Tommy, maybe I could… finally get it right.” 

Eddie hums in annoyance, moving round to face Buck, one knee to the ground. He places a hand on Bucks shoulder. His thumb rests in the crook of his neck as it always does, as though Buck was created with Eddie’s hand in mind. The contact makes Buck look up to meet Eddie’s gaze, both men sitting at eye level. 

“You have done so many things right , Buck. You are an amazing firefighter, you-you save lives every day. You’re an amazing friend , and an even better brother. You beat my ass every time on COD and, I hate to admit it but you make the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten. You put your heart into everything you do. Hell, this whole wedding would be in shambles because of you. And don’t even get me started on Christopher. He loves you so much I can hardly stand to hear him talk about you for one more minute.” 

Buck laughs, swiping a silent tear from the corner of his eye. Eddie smiles, eyes trained on Bucks, and the next sentence almost slips out. 

“I wouldn’t-”

Eddie stops himself as his breath hitches, because Buck is looking at him. Searching, so open, so loving, that he can hardly bear it. 

Buck scares him when he looks at him like this. The pit in Eddie’s stomach is rising to meet his throat, choking his words. Normally, he would let his words be swallowed, let his fight or flight kick in and swerve in the other direction. 

But Buck deserves to hear this. 

“I wouldn’t be here without you Buck. Sure you… you sing so off key in the shower that I can’t think straight and you’re obsessed with the Richter scale, but you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I don’t… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Eddie looks down, his mouth drawn, “and I hate Tommy for how he’s made you feel. I mean sure, for whatever reason he was sort of pissing me off before, but that’s beside the point, you should never feel like you have to be anything other than yourself, because you’re… you’re amazing Buck.” 

Holy shit, where the hell did that all come from?

“Eddie, I…” 

Eddie swallows hard, because Buck is looking at him, and he can finally see behind the wall he’s had up all this time, and-.

“Out the way lovebirds, cardiac arrest arriving in 2 minutes and we need the area cleared!” 

Eddie startles to his feet, Buck wiping his eyes. They both pause, unsure what to do as they hear the siren nearing. Eddie sighs, running a hand across his face and offering Buck his hand, because they need to move past whatever that was.

“Up and at em, Crockett.”

He almost sees the tension seep out of Buck’s shoulders. Buck looks up at him and smiles blindly, and Eddie thinks it’s probably one of the most beautiful things he’s eve- okay and he’s stopping that thought in its tracks. Buck accepts the hand and pulls himself up. 

“So you admit it?”

“Shut up. Now can you order this Uber because I got the last one.”

[the-beaten-path-us-destinations]

Last Fling Before the Ring: Top Bachelor Weekend Getaway Ideas

When it comes to celebrating your final days of bachelorhood, a weekend getaway with your closest friends is the perfect way to do it right. Whether you’re looking for adrenaline-pumping adventures, a relaxing escape, or wild nights you’ll never forget, planning the ultimate bachelor weekend requires the right destination. With so many fantastic spots across the country, choosing the perfect one can be tricky—but we’ve got you covered.

Here are some of the top bachelor weekend getaway ideas to guarantee an epic send-off before you say “I do.”

1. Las Vegas, Nevada

It’s no surprise that Las Vegas tops the list when it comes to bachelor party destinations. Sin City is synonymous with unforgettable parties, world-class entertainment, and endless fun. Whether you're hitting the casinos, relaxing poolside at one of the city's famous day clubs, or catching a top-tier show, Las Vegas has something for every groom-to-be.

If you’re up for some adventure, book an exhilarating desert ATV tour or a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon. And, of course, don’t forget to explore Vegas' incredible nightlife—clubs like Omnia and XS are legendary.

Plan your Las Vegas getaway with ease using b0arding.com, where you can find great deals on flights and accommodations.

2. Miami, Florida

For those who want to mix sun, sand, and nightlife, Miami is the ultimate bachelor weekend destination. Spend your days lounging at South Beach, cruising on a yacht, or exploring the vibrant art district of Wynwood. When the sun sets, Miami’s buzzing nightlife scene kicks into full swing, with famous spots like LIV and E11EVEN offering the perfect place to party the night away.

Miami is also ideal for a groom looking for a mix of relaxation and adventure. Water sports like jet skiing, paddleboarding, and deep-sea fishing are available during the day, while top-tier restaurants and bars ensure your nights will be just as exciting.

To make sure your Miami trip goes smoothly, check out b0arding.com for convenient travel booking options, so you can focus on the fun.

3. Nashville, Tennessee

If the groom-to-be is a fan of live music, good whiskey, and Southern hospitality, Nashville is a fantastic option. Known as the "Music City," Nashville offers an incredible experience for bachelor parties, with countless honky-tonk bars, live performances, and a laid-back yet lively atmosphere.

During the day, take a brewery tour or explore some of the city's rich history. At night, head to the iconic Broadway Street, where live country music pours out of every bar and the party goes until the early morning. For a unique twist, consider renting a pedal tavern or party bus to explore the city in style.

Booking your Nashville adventure is easy with b0arding.com, where you can find the best travel options for you and your crew.

4. Austin, Texas

For a mix of outdoor activities, live music, and unique local culture, Austin is an excellent choice for a bachelor weekend getaway. Known for its lively music scene and laid-back vibes, Austin also offers exciting outdoor adventures like kayaking on Lady Bird Lake, zip-lining, or hiking in the scenic Hill Country.

The city’s food scene is another major draw, especially if you're a fan of BBQ and craft beer. And when night falls, Austin’s bars and music venues come alive, especially on Rainey Street and 6th Street, where you can party with locals and fellow visitors alike.

5. New Orleans, Louisiana

For a bachelor weekend full of culture, great food, and non-stop fun, New Orleans is hard to beat. The Big Easy is famous for its vibrant nightlife, rich history, and incredible dining. From Bourbon Street’s lively bars to the hidden gems in the French Quarter, there’s no shortage of places to celebrate.

During the day, indulge in some famous New Orleans cuisine, take a swamp tour, or explore the city’s many historic landmarks. At night, let loose and enjoy the city’s unique charm and legendary jazz scene.

No matter what type of adventure you’re looking for, these destinations offer something for every bachelor party style. Whether you're after a high-octane thrill or a laid-back weekend with good food and friends, you can’t go wrong with these top bachelor weekend getaway ideas. For a hassle-free travel experience, head to b0arding.com to book your flights, accommodations, and more for the ultimate bachelor weekend!

[maxfosh1]

Bachelor Party Ideas in the USA: Top Destinations, Activities, and Budget-Friendly Stays.

Planning the perfect bachelor party in the USA is no small feat, but the variety of incredible destinations and activities available makes it easy to create a memorable experience. Whether you're looking for adventure travel, nightlife, or a laid-back getaway, there’s a U.S. city that caters to every bachelor party style. This guide will explore the best bachelor party ideas across top cities in the U.S., covering activities, nightlife, and affordable accommodations with b0arding.

1. Las Vegas: The Ultimate Bachelor Party Destination

Las Vegas is often hailed as the bachelor party capital of the USA, and for good reason. The city offers a wide range of entertainment, from world-famous casinos and high-energy nightclubs to incredible shows and luxurious pool parties. Whether you’re looking to hit the tables, enjoy the nightlife, or relax at a poolside cabana, Las Vegas has it all.

Activities: Plan a VIP night out at top clubs like XS, Hakkasan, or Omnia, or explore unique bachelor party activities like renting luxury sports cars or taking a helicopter tour over the Grand Canyon. Daytime fun can be had at pool parties like those at the Encore Beach Club or Wet Republic.

Stay Option: Instead of a traditional hotel or casino stay, opt for b0arding. Located close to the Strip, B0arding provides a comfortable, quieter, and more budget-friendly option for those looking to stay away from the constant excitement of the Strip, offering a great base for relaxation between adventures.

2. Miami: Sun, Beaches, and Nightlife

Miami is a top destination for bachelor parties, offering a mix of beaches, vibrant nightlife, and luxury dining. The city’s unique blend of Latin culture, stunning oceanfront views, and endless party options make it a prime spot for guys looking to relax during the day and party by night.

Activities: Spend the day lounging on South Beach or rent a yacht for an epic party on the water. At night, head to famous clubs like LIV at the Fontainebleau Hotel or E11EVEN for a late-night party. If you're looking for a more laid-back vibe, enjoy Miami’s renowned food scene or explore the trendy Wynwood Arts District.

Stay Option: For an affordable stay close to the action, consider b0arding. It offers convenient access to the beach and nightlife while providing a cost-effective alternative to the more expensive beachfront hotels.

3. Nashville: Music, Whiskey, and Southern Charm

For a bachelor party full of live music, whiskey tastings, and Southern hospitality, Nashville is the place to be. Known as Music City, Nashville offers a more laid-back vibe with a focus on honky-tonk bars, live country music, and craft breweries.

Activities: Take a bar crawl down Broadway, known for its endless honky-tonk bars with live country music. Visit a whiskey distillery, such as Jack Daniel’s Distillery, or experience a VIP backstage tour at the Grand Ole Opry. For those looking to add a bit of adventure, consider an ATV tour or renting a party bus.

Stay Option: Choose b0arding for affordable accommodations close to Nashville’s top music venues and bars. Offering both comfort and convenience, B0arding is the perfect option for groups who want to stay in the heart of the action without splurging on a luxury hotel.

4. New Orleans: Party in the French Quarter

Few cities can match the energy and uniqueness of New Orleans. The city is renowned for its vibrant culture, incredible food, and legendary nightlife, making it a perfect bachelor party destination. From the bars on Bourbon Street to live jazz music, New Orleans offers a non-stop party atmosphere.

Activities: Start with a bar crawl along Bourbon Street, which is packed with lively bars and nightclubs. For something more unique, join a ghost tour or a steamboat ride on the Mississippi River. Don’t forget to indulge in local cuisine with classic dishes like gumbo and beignets.

Stay Option: b0arding provides an affordable, modern accommodation option just a short distance from the French Quarter. It’s a great choice for groups looking to explore the city’s nightlife and return to a comfortable and quiet space afterward.

5. Austin: Live Music and Adventure

Austin, Texas, is the perfect mix of outdoor adventure and lively nightlife. Known as the Live Music Capital of the World, Austin offers great food, live music venues, and fun outdoor activities like paddleboarding and hiking.

Activities: Enjoy live music and local craft beers at 6th Street or head to the Barton Springs Pool for a refreshing dip. If your group enjoys outdoor activities, rent kayaks or paddleboards on Lady Bird Lake, or take a hike in Zilker Park. At night, explore Austin’s renowned food truck scene or plan a private brewery tour.

Stay Option: b0arding offers budget-friendly accommodations near Austin’s top attractions. With easy access to both nightlife and outdoor activities, it’s a great choice for bachelor groups who want a comfortable place to stay without breaking the bank.

6. Denver: Adventure and Craft Beer

For the groom who loves the great outdoors, Denver is an ideal bachelor party destination. Known for its proximity to the Rocky Mountains and craft beer scene, Denver combines adventure with laid-back brewery tours and fantastic nightlife.

Activities: Spend the day hiking or mountain biking in the Rocky Mountain National Park, or take a brewery tour at some of Denver’s most famous craft breweries. If your group prefers to hit the slopes, you can also plan a ski or snowboarding trip to nearby resorts like Breckenridge or Aspen. At night, head to LoDo (Lower Downtown) for lively bars and nightclubs.

Stay Option: For an affordable and comfortable place to stay, check out b0arding, which provides easy access to both the city and the mountains. It’s the perfect base for adventure-loving bachelor groups.

7. Chicago: Cityscape and Sports

Chicago offers a great mix of sports, city life, and vibrant nightlife, making it a top choice for a bachelor party. Whether you’re a sports fan, food lover, or just want to enjoy the bustling city atmosphere, Chicago has plenty to offer.

Activities: Catch a game at Wrigley Field or take a private tour of Soldier Field. During the day, you can explore Millennium Park, visit the Art Institute of Chicago, or indulge in the city’s famous deep-dish pizza. At night, head to the River North neighborhood for rooftop bars and nightclubs.

Stay Option: For a more affordable stay that doesn’t skimp on comfort, b0arding offers budget-friendly accommodations in Chicago, providing easy access to the city’s main attractions and nightlife.

Conclusion: Planning the Perfect Bachelor Party in the USA

From the bright lights of Las Vegas to the live music scenes in Nashville and Austin, the USA is full of incredible bachelor party destinations. Whether your group prefers nightlife, adventure, or a mix of both, you’ll find endless activities to suit your taste. And when it comes to accommodations, B0arding provides the perfect blend of comfort and affordability, ensuring that you can focus on having a great time without worrying about breaking the bank.

For your next bachelor party, consider these top destinations and make lasting memories with your crew.

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Setting Sail for Fun: Miami Party Boat Packages

Miami, known for its vibrant nightlife and stunning coastal scenery, offers the perfect backdrop for unforgettable parties and celebrations. And what better way to elevate your experience than by setting sail on a party boat? So, if you too are a party freak, these Miami party boat packages are designed just for you to take your festivities to the next level, offering a unique and memorable experience!

The Miami Waters Charms

Miami's coastal beauty is renowned worldwide, and there's no better way to appreciate it than closely from the deck of a party boat. As you sail along the pristine waters of Biscayne Bay or the Atlantic Ocean, you'll be treated to breathtaking views of Miami's skyline, the clear blue waters, and the chance to witness picturesque sunsets. The setting is perfect for everything from birthday parties and bachelor/bachelorette bashes to corporate events and family gatherings.

What to Expect from the packages?

They come in various shapes and sizes, catering to different group sizes and preferences. Here's what you can typically expect when you book one of these packages:

Spacious Decks

Party boats are equipped with spacious decks that can accommodate your guests comfortably. Whether you prefer an open-air dance floor, a relaxing sun deck, or a covered lounge area, there are options to suit your needs.Many party boat companies even allow you to customize your experience, including decor & themes to make your celebration truly unique.

Scenic Routes

Some packages include water activities like snorkeling, jet skiing, or paddleboarding, which add an extra layer of fun to your boat adventure.So, depending on your preferences, you can choose routes that take you past iconic Miami landmarks or secluded spots where you can enjoy a serene and intimate party.

Entertainment

Many party boats offer entertainment options like live music, DJs, or even themed parties. You can dance the all night long to your favorite tunes or enjoy live performances under the starlit Miami sky.

Most party boat packages include catering and beverage options also. You can enjoy a variety of cuisines, from casual snacks to gourmet meals, as well as a fully stocked bar serving your favorite drinks.

Suitable occassions for Miami boat party include

Birthday Bashes

Bachelor Parties

Wedding Celebrations

Family Reunion

Booking for Miami Waters

When booking a party boat package in Miami, it's a good idea to plan well in advance. Popular dates and routes can get booked up quickly, especially during peak seasons. Research and compare different boat companies their prices, read reviews, and ask about any special requests or accommodations you may need for your event.

In Conclusion

These boat packages offer a fantastic way to celebrate and create lasting memories. With stunning views, entertainment options, and catering, these Miami party boat packages provide a unique and enjoyable experience for a wide range of occasions. Whether you're dancing the night away or relaxing under the Miami sun, a party boat adventure is an experience you won't soon forget.  For more details kindly visit the website Visit Miami Tours .

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Christmas in July #3: This Gift

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x female reader, Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Yovanna

Word Count: 4,704

Rating: M? There’s language, it mentions sex and other various sexual acts, Frankie’s hands are involved, Tom is still very much dead (but does anyone really care?)

Request #3 for this event goes out to @the-blind-assassin-12 - and it’s for Frankie ... who I’ve never written before. This isn’t the MAIN Frankie story I mentioned before - I still intend to make that one very long and much more detailed, but this one is still a lot of fun and is based on a VERY SERIOUS opinion I have about this specific song. 

It is in no way connected to anything else I’ve ever written (but I might be convinced to continue it after the Christmas event ends if that’s something people want). 

Enjoy! 

EDIT: 

The song mentioned is “This Gift” by 98*. Lyrics here, video here

“We’re going to be late.” Your arms were crossed over your chest, the fingers of your left hand tapping on your right bicep as you leaned against the railing at the bottom of the steps. “Frankie, I swear if -” “I’m coming.” He began to walk down the stairs, arms hanging by his sides. “We’re not gonna be late, I promise.” He was right, but you’d never admit it. “We’re just meetin’ Pope and his girl, it’s not -” “I’ve never met her before.” You moved backward by two steps, giving him a chance to pass you. “I want to make a good impression.” He said your name at the same time as he reached for you, the man’s fingers finding the curve at the base of your neck and shoulder. Even after more than a year of being with him, when he touched you, you felt it, warmth spreading through your body, a sense of calm that you hadn’t thought possible following it. 

“You know Pope, an’ he likes you. Yovanna will, too.” There was certainty in both his eyes and tone, and you felt yourself nod. “And it’s just a couple hours, maybe less.” He was right again; the four of you were meeting to go ice skating - the two of them back in town for the holiday for the first time in two years. “How about this,” he continued, ducking his head down to speak into your ear. “You wanna leave? Tell me, and we’ll -” With a laugh, you shoved him away, rolling your eyes. “That’s too simple, Fish.” You watched the look in his eyes change as you addressed him by the nickname you were only beginning to get comfortable with using. I know you like it, but it feels weird because I wasn’t… part of the group. “How about, if I want to leave, I’ll make an excuse about your bad back, and -” He groaned at that, but you watched him fighting back a smile. “Might not be too far from the truth.” He sighed. “I bet that Pope won’t even want to stay too long, either. I think he’s just tryin’ to impress her, you know? She grew up in Colombia, moved to Australia… she’s never really seen an American Christmas, and he wants to make sure it’s a good one.” 

It was your turn to reach up, the ends of your fingers carefully combing through the curls at the nape of his neck before they traveled up to the ones that hung over his ears. “He’s proposing, isn’t he.” Frankie blinked, surprise in his eyes. Knew it. “You said she has no family except her brother, but his entire family is here. Why else would -” “You can’t say anything. He’d kill me if he thought I told you.” You watched as he pressed his lips together. “He’s doin’ it Christmas Eve. I told him it’s a bad idea, that it’s distracting, but he’s … they do this big party at his parents’, and -” Tugging on his hair, you waited until he went quiet. “I won’t say a word. And you know what, Frankie? If that’s when he wants to do it, let him. He knows what she wants better than anyone else, so…” It didn’t surprise you at all to know that that was the plan; the times he’d talked about Yovanna, you could feel how in love the man was, even if it was through a screen. “Besides,” you continued as you stepped back, brushing his curls behind one ear. “It’s not like him proposing is gonna change anything for you, right?: “Actually, about that…” He grinned, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes getting much deeper. “He’s positive she’s gonna say yes, so... “ He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, head tilted to one side. “You know anything about bein’ a Best Man?” At that, you laughed, Frankie joining you a few seconds later and then pulling you to his chest in a tight hug. “Give me any fuckin’ mission and I can do it without a problem, but the thought of me havin’ to plan a bachelor party? Tryin’ to make sure all of his friends have a good time? Figurin’ out what we should -” “Frankie.” You held his face between both hands, forcing him to look at you. “After what you guys went through in Colombia and all that time overseas?” He blinked slowly, letting you speak. “Planning a guy’s trip to Miami or Mexico or Vegas  is gonna feel like nothing after getting yourselves out of that bullshit.” You were right about that, but he wasn’t slow to admit it. Good. “Now.” Rising onto your toes, you kissed him briefly, not letting yourself get caught up in it like you so often did. “We need to leave, because I want to go ice skating with you.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” With Frankie, it was better to get straight to the point. That was something that you’d learned quickly after meeting him - Francisco Morales had no time for people that wasted his time. I never would, though. He turned away from you, grabbing the tan jacket and hat from the pegs next to the door. He settled the hat atop his head with the same familiar motion he always did, the coat following, and by the time he’d straightened it over his broad chest, you were zipping your own jacket, adjusting the hood. “C’mon.” Less than two minutes later, you were out the door and in his truck, one of Frankie’s hands on the steering wheel, the other firmly settled against your denim-clad thigh. 

--- 

“I swear I’m not usually this hopeless.” You looked back and over your shoulder, watching as Frankie skated a few feet behind you. “There’s just too many damn - Hey!” You yelped the last word, tucking your arm as close to your side as possible as a group of kids sped by. Little shits. “I can’t get going, and -” “You’re doin’ fine.” He called out to you, and only a few seconds later, the man was next to you, an arm curled around your waist. “It is busy, though.” It is. 

That was one of the problems with living in Florida during the Christmas season. There was plenty to do, but when it came to typical winter activities, options were limited. Indoor ice skating rinks were plentiful, but Pope had wanted Yovanna to get the full experience - outdoors, bright lights, decorated trees. Those factors meant that there were a ton of other people there trying to enjoy the same things as the four of you. “Where’d they go?” The two of you were leaning against the wall, and you scanned the crowd, looking for the woman’s brightly colored hat and Pope’s silver-accented curls. “I can’t find ‘em.”

“Over there.” Frankie lifted an arm, pointing. “She’s good at this shit, look at him trying to keep up with her.” You followed the motion, finally seeing the two of them, and had to smile at the pair. She was skating smoothly, weaving in and out of other couples and people, her long hair flying behind her. To his credit, Pope wasn’t far behind, mouth open as he called out to the woman, face set in a look of determination. “You know, the first time I met her, she didn’t say a damn word to me, except to say thank you.” You looked up, watching his eyes as he followed their movement on the ice. “Talked to Tom, though. Benny, too. I don’t think she trusted any of us except for him.” 

You knew most of what had happened during that trip to Colombia; knew that the only reason Frankie and Pope had been able to go back to claim what they’d lost had been because of Yovanna’s involvement - and the money she’d taken when she and her brother fled. “It’s a good thing she did. Trust him, I mean.” He looked down at you, eyes dark under the curved brim of his hat. “From what you said, the five of you had to make some really tough decisions, so I’m glad you got the chance to make it right.” 

“He didn’t wanna ask her.” Frankie’s arm was around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “And I don’t blame him. That was their money, but Pope’s a good guy, and he felt like he’d fucked us all the first time. Wouldn’t have worked with all four of us the second, so -” “So that’s why it was only you two.” He nodded, his eyes narrowing for a few seconds before they widened again, his lips curving up into a smile that you’d been seeing more often as you got to know him. “That’s all you needed, though. Better that way. Fewer problems.” You reached up as you shifted, the blades of your skates scraping through the ice as you turned to face him. “You came home safe.” Thumb pressed to the patchy area on the side of his face, you met his eyes, holding nothing back. “To me.” 

The two of you were seriously involved, and you’d never had a relationship quite like the one you had with Frankie - but you were still cautious with him, aware of his past and the nightmares he still had about his time enlisted and after. “I did.” He swallowed, the motion of the action one you could feel beneath your hand, and then he said your name. “And you were waiting for me when I got there.” There was double meaning to that, but it wasn’t something that you wanted to get into while standing underneath the multicolored lights and with Jingle Bell Rock blaring in the background. 

“I would have been there even if you’d come back with nothing, and you know it.” You didn’t look away, stroking softly over his skin. “This isn’t the right place or time for that conversation, though. We’re supposed to be having a good time, and I’m not gonna let you get st-” He moved before you could get the sentence out, swiping the hat off of his head with one hand as he ducked down to kiss you, your open mouth giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips and against your own. 

Forgetting that you were on ice skates, you shifted again to put your other arm around him as you sighed, the rest of yout thought completely forgotten, the hand against his cheek moving back and into his hair, strands soft against your palm. It didn’t matter how many times he kissed you - or in how many different ways; Frankie Morales was good at it, and even better at making you forget whatever it was that you’d been saying or doing in the moments before. And he knows it, you thought, even as he pulled you closer to him, the kiss growing more intense as he licked into your mouth, the taste of the coffee you’d shared on the ride down lingering. “C’mon, you two. There are kids.” 

It startled you enough that you lost your footing, one skate moving forward and the other back as you jumped, but Frankie didn’t let go of you, and only a few seconds later, the two of you were sprawled out on the ice, limbs tangled together and Frankie letting out a string of words in Spanish that you recognized as him cursing the other man out. But you laughed, and then Yovanna did, one of her arms linked with Pope’s, and finally the two men joined you, Frankie’s laugh stemming from one final grumbled “fuckin’ asshole” as he carefully disentangled himself from you, rising onto one knee before he reached a hand out to take your hand. 

“We’re gonna go and sit for a few minutes, Santiago.” He wasn’t really angry, but he still scowled at his friend, the other man biting back a smile. 

“Then why’d you get up? You were already sitting down there.” He couldn’t help himself and you laughed again, pushing to your feet and gently shoving Pope’s arm as Yovanna’s jaw dropped. These two.  

“Actually I’m going to go use the bathroom.” Frankie stared up at you, eyes wide, the hat from his hand still sitting on the ice next to him. “Get me a hot chocolate before you sit?” 

“I’ll come with you.” The woman easily moved next to you, gesturing with one hand. “Leave them alone for a few minutes.” She winked and you winked back, and only a few moments later you were exiting the rink, carefully making your way over the padded ground to the lockers and then to the benches, where you unlaced your skates. “My brother and I used to do that.” She sighed, slipping her shoes back on and standing, both skates in one hand. “Tease each other?” 

“He’s younger, right?” She nodded in agreement as you used the key again to unlock the locker, sliding both pairs of skates into it. “Frankie told me that he went with you when you left. Is he still -”

“Still in Australia? Yes. Living with me? No.” You made your way into the line for the bathroom, eyes scanning the crowd and finding that the two men had also removed their skates and were waiting in a concession line. “He’s with a woman now. They live together. I’m … thinking of moving here. To be with Santi.” That’ll make Fish happy. “He’d never ask, but I know he misses his friends. His family. And I love him, so I want to -” 

“I met him before I met Frankie, did you know that?” You met her eyes, chewing on the inside corner of your lip. “I think he does miss his family and friends, but I’ve never seen or heard him as happy as he’s been with you. I don’t think it matters where you live, Yovanna. He’d be happy as long as it’s the two of you together.” You’d been friends with the man for a few months before he’d introduced you to the others in the group - Frankie in a serious relationship, Tom’s marriage on the rocks, Will and Benny genuinely nice but nowhere near ready to commit. Pope had also been single, but you could tell he was looking for something good, something lasting, and when he’d gone to Colombia on a long assignment, you’d been sad to see him go, knowing that it was unlikely he’d find what he was looking for there. But I was wrong. 

“He told me that.” She waited until you were washing your hands to answer you, the woman meeting your eyes in the mirror. “I worried that he … that you…” You knew what she was getting at, and you were quick to cut her off with a firm shake of your head. 

“No. Never. We were all friends. I was dating someone at the time, and he joined the group a lot, so it was never …” You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get me wrong, Yovanna. I liked him - like all of them, but it’s not like that. It wasn’t anything, and then it was just … always…”

“Francisco.” Yeah. Always him. She said his name quietly as you turned away from the sinks and headed back outside. “He was married?” “No. They’d been together for a couple years. He met her right before he deployed the last time. I met her once or twice, she came out with him, and …” You shrugged. “It was what it was. We were friendly, but as soon as she got pregnant, when he was finally home for good, she changed. And so did he. It was a bad time, but he got it together… and then they went to Colombia, and …” “Espectáculo de mierda.” She smiled at you, the look in her eyes understanding. “A shit show.” She paused. “Santi taught me that.” You had to laugh because there was no better explanation for it. “She didn’t like that he went?” “She didn’t like that he went and that he came home empty handed.” You shrugged. “I understand where she came from, but the way she went about letting him know wasn’t the right way to do it. He did what he thought was best, and she didn’t agree.” 

“You love him.” She stopped you, the two of you stepping to the side of the crowd and standing still. “Does he know?” Shit. 

“It’s … we’ve never said it. I think it… scares him. He loved her so much, and he’s really afraid to do it again.” 

“Hmm.” She was frowning at you, and as you stared at the women, you saw everything that Pope loved about her - strong and stubborn, thoughtful, beautiful - and smart. “Before or after?” “What?” Confused, you shook your head. “What do you -” “Did you fall in love before or after they went back?” That was a question you were unprepared for, but it took you no time to answer. “Before. He and I went out for the first time a couple months after she left him, just to catch up. I wanted to give him someone to talk to that wasn’t … I don’t know. But it went fast, Yovanna. So damn fast after being nothing at all, and it … I finally … when he told me that he and Pope were going to try and make it right, I knew that it meant she might come back, that she might want to be a family again.”

“You let him go.” 

“Of course I did. That’s his daughter. He deserved to see if they could make it civil at the very least.” “I loved Santi before we fled Colombia. I trusted him. Even without the money.” She gestured with one hand. “He was willing to let me go as long as it meant I was safe. He wanted me and my brother to be happy. I knew he loved me then, even if he never said it.” You and the woman had a lot more in common than you’d realized, and it was more than just loving Pope and Frankie. We both understood what it would be like to lose them. To watch them walk away. “Did she try to come back?” 

You were walking again, heading through the crowd of people and toward the picnic  tables. “She did. It started with her letting him spend more time with their daughter. Then she tried to get him to go out with her again. I didn’t stop it, because I … if it made him happy?” You’d never tell anyone - not even Frankie - how hard it had been to know that he was seeing his ex again, that they were spending time alone together, even though it hadn’t been long-term. “I wanted him to make a real decision. I wanted him to have a chance to figure it out.” 

“You’re here.” The guys were still standing in line - a different one, for food, and so you and the woman found a table close by, sitting on opposite sides. “So it means that she didn’t -” “All she cared about was the money, and it didn’t take him long to figure it out. I never asked how much they brought back, because it doesn’t matter to me, but she did. She wanted to know, told him she was entitled to know it because she was the mother of his child, and that’s all it took for him to see through it. He told her that his daughter would have whatever she needed, but that was it.” That had been a rough time for the two of you, but despite that fact, you’d never felt like you were his second choice. “He cut it off that time, which surprised her.” “Smart.” She wrinkled her nose, pulling her hat off and running her fingers through her hair. “He tried to tell them it was a bad idea, the first time?” She confirmed what you already knew - that Frankie was the voice of reason in the group - and then continued. “He’s a good man. Troubled, but … a good man.” “I know.” You didn’t know what else to say, and luckily, you didn’t have to, since she widened her smile and looked over your shoulder, waving. A few seconds later, you felt Frankie lower himself onto the seat next to you, a cup of hot chocolate set onto the table, followed by a basket of fries, one of onion rings, and his own cup. “Long lines?” “Too many people.” He laughed, reaching for one of the fries and stuffing it into his mouth. “Glad you got a table.” The four of you settled into conversation, Frankie and Pope catching up, the two of them telling the two of you about life in Australia, about how relaxing it had been. Frankie’s arm was pressed against yours, and even though in any other instance, the proximity would have bothered you, with him, you craved it. 

You wanted the man close all the time, wanted to feel his presence in every way, and you realized that he felt the same. I should tell him. Yovanna’s right. I should … take that step. It wasn’t just Frankie that was afraid to say the words out loud; you were, too - even though you knew he wouldn’t push you away, wouldn’t react poorly to hearing your admission. It changes things. “What is this?” Yovanna’s voice cut in, the woman reaching across the table to settle her fingers against your forearm. “I’ve never heard this song before.” What?

Tilting your head to one side, you listened closely, concentrating. Of course she wouldn’t know.  This wasn’t one of the popular ones. “So.” You leaned over the table, eyes on her face, the two men watching intently. “There was a time in the late 1990���s where just about every pop musician released a Christmas album or song.” You pointed up. “This is Britney Spears.” She nodded, waiting. “Fish gives me a hard time about it, and Pope has too, but a lot of the songs are just covers of originals, and they’re … more fun.” 

“Like that goddamn Mariah Carey song?” Pope groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I’m surprised that that one hasn’t been on yet.” “It was.” Frankie took a long drink of his hot chocolate. “You just missed it because we were in line and that kid was screaming.” He looked over at you, winking. “Haven’t heard your favorite one yet, though.” Which one’s my favorite? “She always turns the radio way up when it comes on, and -” You laughed, pushing against his arm and then clicking your tongue. 

“Because Nsync is the superior boy band, and they were the first to -” You stopped, cocking your head to one side and listening intently. “Oh, this song.” This will be fun. “So.” You turned your attention back to Yovanna, pointing up. “This song is also by a boy band. And at first listen, it’s really romantic, right?” You pulled your phone out, quickly typing in the name of the song and the word ‘lyrics’ into your Google search. “But if you listen closely … this is actually a song about the lead singer’s…” You trailed off, raising an eyebrow and mouthing the word “dick”. 

“What?” You heard the bite at the end of the word, Frankie reaching over to take your phone and using one finger to scroll quickly through the page before he slid the device across the table, Yovanna and Pope tilting their heads down to read it. “Are you shittin’ me?” “No.” You scratched the side of your head, turning to stare directly into the man’s eyes. “This song is about Nick Lachey’s dick.” Pope laughed and even Yovanna grinned, a confused look on her face. “I swear to you. All those boy band guys were horny as hell all the damn time, and so they -” “He’s talkin’ about being on his knees and giving the girl something shiny.” Frankie shook his head. “I think you’re wrong.” “Other reasons to be on your knees in front of a woman, Fish. Unless… ” Pope barely held it together to say the words and couldn’t even finish his second sentence. You couldn’t help the look on your face as you realized what he’s said - and what he’d insinuated, your eyes flicking over to Frankie, whose went wide at the implication, too. Definitely no issue there. “Oh, that look, you two.” He cleared his throat. “Wanna tell the class -” Frankie groaned, pulling the bill of his hat down and over his eyes briefly before resituating it on his head. 

“No. And I still think -” You cut Frankie off, tapping on the tabletop and motioning for your the woman to hand your phone back. “You guys, look at the lyrics.” You sighed. “He specifically mentions that it’s not a diamond, or something that you can buy.” You held up a finger. “Then says it’s something that’s going to last as long as she lives - which means if he’s talking about going down on her, he intends to do it until they both die, which is unlikely.” Yovanna laughed at that, even as you held up a second finger. “So, logic tells us that when this woman is in his arms and he’s on his knees, he’s talking about finally giving her his -” 

The three of them laughed loudly, cutting off the end of your explanation and drawing attention to your table, and you joined them, your point made. I know what I’m talking about. “You’re somethin’ else.” Frankie spoke as he pressed his lips against your temple, beard gently scratching the skin of your cheek. “Onea the reasons I love you so much.” What? 

When he pulled away, you saw the fear in his eyes as he waited for your reaction. “Frankie…” His name was all you could manage, and so instead of speaking you leaned in, pulling the hat from his head and staring into his eyes. Here goes nothing. “Love you too.” You murmured  the words, closing the distance until you could kiss him properly, the palm of your hand pressed to the back of his head as your lips moved against each other’s. She was right. I was right. 

The song had changed again by the time the two of you separated - a newer cover of a classic, but you barely heard it, instead still staring at the man in front of  you. “Hey, Pope?” He finally looked away, head turning to face the couple across the table. “We’re leaving.” Your heartbeat increased, but you never looked away from Frankie, even as he sat straight up and groped at your hand, pulling you to your feet. 

“Yeah, we…” You sighed, giving Yovanna a look, the woman returning it with a knowing smile. “Frankie’s back hurts or something.” 

“Or something.” Pope laughed, waving you off with one hand as Frankie settled the hat back on his head. “We’ll see you guys for the party.” You will. 

He pulled you through the crowd and back to where he’d parked the truck, but instead of unlocking it, you found yourself pressed against the passenger door, Frankie’s hips firmly against yours and his hands running over every part of you they found. “We’re in public, Frankie. You’ve gotta -”

“I’ve been waiting months to tell you that, and it just fucking slips out while you’re arguing about some musician’s -” “Does it matter?” Your hands were fisted in the material of his jacket, mouth moving against his throat and jaw. We need to get back to the house. Need to do this right. “It was the truth, wasn’t it?” At that, he stopped, not letting go of you but staring straight into your eyes, the overhead lighting from the parking lot much less bright - and nowhere near as festive - as the multicolored strands around the rink. 

“It was. It is.” He swallowed hard and you knew that his nerves were coming back. “I love you.” You pushed onto your toes, lips parted to take his lower one between your teeth and tug it back as you settled, urging him closer with both hands. 

“Good. Then take me home and show me, Frankie.” 

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Miami Nights (Ethan x MC)

Warning: 18+, NSFW.

Summary: While in Miami to celebrate their upcoming wedding, Ethan and Naomi sneak away from the festivities to have their own celebration.

A/N: Like all of my NSFW fics, this was 100% self indulgent and written with only me in mind. 

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As always, let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged. And if your tags do not work, I’m sorry, and blame Tumblr. ~v~ In a perfect world, Ethan Ramsey would be at home, on his couch, a good book in one hand and a tumbler of scotch in the other. The last place he necessarily wants to be is in the crowded bar of a Miami hotel, sandwiched between a 21 year old girl and her friends, and some guy crying into his pint of beer.

The things Ethan does for love.

Coming to Miami was Naomi’s idea. She wanted a fun weekend away for their bachelor and bachelorette parties, and Miami was the only place she even considered going. What better way to celebrate their upcoming nuptials than to go to the city, specifically the hotel that started it all?

He hasn’t seen her all day, her friends kidnapping her as soon as their plane touched down. He misses her. They’ve been attached at the hip ever since they began dating, even more so after she moved into his condo, and being without her feels strange, even if it’s only for a night. And while he’s grown fond of Naomi’s merry band of misfits, spending the entire night with Bryce, Elijah, and Rafael requires more patience than he has.

He’s spent the entire day with them, and his capacity to be around other people has reached its limit. So while the guys were making plans of going to a strip club, Ethan left altogether, quietly slipping out of their room.

Ethan feels a tap on his shoulder. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

He’d recognize that voice anywhere, the slight drawl of Naomi’s accent when she has to pronounce certain words. Once he’s turned around, all thoughts of what he could possibly say are gone.

After two years together, Naomi’s beauty shouldn’t stun him anymore, but she still manages to render him speechless.

“Wow,” is the word his brain finally settles on.

Forever the drama queen, Naomi twirls around so her fiancé can get a full look at the sparkly dress she’s wearing. “I take it you like the dress?”

“You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” Her eyes sweep over Ethan, taking him in. He’s not doing anything in particular, but his presence is still commanding and magnetic. “You look pretty handsome yourself. Now, do you care to tell me why you’re missing your bachelor party?”

“I didn’t want to go to a strip club,” Ethan says simply. “And Lahela kept referring to us in third person, calling us ‘The Boys’ all night. It was becoming tiresome, so I left.”

“You can’t leave your own bachelor party.”

“Says the woman who ditched her bachelorette party,” Ethan shoots back.

Naomi rolls her eyes. “I only left my bachelorette party because you texted me to meet you down here.”

“I was simply over the night,” he says with a shrug. “We did a bit of gambling, we went to a cigar lounge, we got dinner. That’s more than enough entertainment for me. The other guys will be fine for the rest of the night if I’m not there.”

“Well if you’re checking out for the night, so am I.”

“No, you can still enjoy the festivities with your friends.”

Naomi shrugs. “Kyra and Sienna went too hard on the tequila shots at the club, and they’re currently passed out. Aurora, Jackie, and I were just in their room talking.”

“About anything in particular?”

“Mostly hospital gossip, nothing major.” Naomi takes a step forward and wraps her arms around Ethan’s neck. “Take me to our room, we can order room service and have our own celebration.”

One of Ethan’s eyebrows raises at the command. His hand travels to his fiancée’s hip, squeezing roughly. “Oh yeah? What kind of celebration?”

“I don’t know,” Naomi says, playing coy. “But I’m sure you can come up with something, doctor.”

~v~

They manage to get to their floor in record time, after Ethan requests that a bottle of wine get sent up to their room, which is a miracle because they spend entirely too much time stumbling through the halls, stealing kisses and touching each other.

Because they got separated early in the day, Naomi didn’t get a chance to see the room she and Ethan would be staying in for the weekend. As soon as he slides the key card through the door and pushes it open, Naomi just knows.

It’s the same suite she and Ethan shared the first time they visited The Celestial. “Ethan, this is...wow.”

“I take it you’re surprised?”

“I’m more than surprised.”

Naomi wanders around the room, her fingers lightly touching all of the fixtures. The bedding is still the same, white and lavender, the room open and light. It even smells the same, and suddenly she’s transported back in time, 3 years ago.

Leaving Ethan where he’s standing, Naomi heads to the balcony, throwing open the sliding glass door. Everything is so still, weird for a city like Miami that’s constantly buzzing with energy. She doesn’t notice Ethan step out a minute later, a chilled bottle of merlot and two glasses in his hand.

He pops open the bottle and pours them both a glass, handing one to her. “Would you like to toast?”

“Sure.” Naomi raises her glass. “Here’s to us, our upcoming nuptials, and the best marriage the world has ever seen.”

“That’s a bold toast.” Ethan gently clinks his glass against hers. “I’ll drink to that.”

Naomi takes a hearty sip, ignoring all of the tips a sommelier usually gives on how to drink, the fruitiness of the wine taking over. She watches as Ethan heads to the railing, his own glass less than full.

“I still can’t believe you managed to get this room,” she says, sighing wistfully, overlooking the ocean from her vantage point. “How did you pull it off?”

“Everyone has a price. I said money was no object, and when I told them it was a surprise for my fiancée, they were a bit more inclined to help.”

“Really?” Ethan hums and nods in response. 

“I told them the room has sentimental value to me,” he explains further. “It’s the room where I realized I was utterly helpless against your charms.”

“Ethan Ramsey, you’re truly a romantic at heart.”

He’ll never get used to hearing her praise him so openly. Ethan ducks his head down so Naomi can’t see the flush creeping up his neck at the compliment. “You bring out this romantic side of me.”

She goes to join him at the railing. He doesn’t say anything, but he slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

Butterflies bloom in her stomach at his words. It’s nice to know that their first trip to Miami means so much to him, because it was an absolute game changer for her.

“I remember everything about that night so vividly,” Naomi says, her voice almost a whisper.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Losing to Declan in that poker match, coming out here, sharing a bottle of pinot noir, and talking about Naveen and my dreams for the type of doctor I want to be. I remember it all.”

“And then we kissed,” Ethan adds.

“Oh yeah, we did kiss, huh? I can’t believe I almost forgot that.”

“Ha ha, Rookie.”

“You know I’m just kidding. Of course I remember that kiss. It was the start of quite the journey for us.” A pained look flashed across Ethan’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I kissed you and then I immediately reneged. I started us on that ridiculous journey and wasted so much precious time because I didn’t want to admit that I was falling for you.”

“Hey.” Naomi grabs Ethan’s hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I love you, and look at where we are right now. We’re getting married next week, we’re starting the rest of our lives together. Yes, the journey took a bit longer than I had hoped, but I don’t think I’d change anything in our past. It’s led us to this moment right here.”

“How are you so much more...wise and articulate than me?”

Naomi shrugs. “It’s a gift. Not everyone is privileged to possess it.”

“You remember all of the broad strokes of that night in Miami, but I’m more fond of the tiny details.”

“Like what?”

“I remember your blue dress and how it matched my eyes,” he starts. “I remember the sweet smell of your perfume, jasmine. I remember your coconut shampoo. I remember the way your pupils dilated when you saw me step out of the shower.” Ethan pulls Naomi closer to him and one of his hands gently cups her face. “It’s the same look you gave me when you realized that I threw that poker game for Naveen’s benefit, one of pure awe.”

“Your skin was incredibly soft,” Ethan continues, his finger tracing a nonsensical pattern on her collarbone. “Like silk. And it still is. But you want to know my favorite memory of that night?”

“Wh-what?”

A hand underneath her chin, Ethan tilts Naomi’s head up, their lips dangerously close. If she moves just a hair closer, they’ll be kissing. She’s tempted to just take the plunge, but she’s frozen, trapped under a spell of his.

With that, Ethan’s mouth descends on hers, pulling Naomi into a kiss with a ferocity she wasn’t expecting. She melts into it immediately, moaning, her hand flying to the back of his neck, getting tangled in the hair at the nape. She can taste the wine of him, the sweet taste of cherries as tongue slips into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Ethan pulls away only to nip at the corner of her mouth. “That fucking moan of yours. The tiny little noise you make at the back of your throat whenever you’re aroused. It’s been playing in my head on a loop ever since.”

His beard scratches a path down Naomi’s neck and shoulder as he kisses her.

“You want to make that sound for me again?” Naomi nods frantically, desperate for whatever is about to come her way. “Good girl.”

Taking her hand, Ethan pulls her away from the railing. Instead of heading back into their suite, he presses her into the tall pillar next to them, barely giving her enough time to put down her wine glass. The exposed skin of her back collides into the pillar with a soft thud.

“Out here?” She asks with a squeak as Ethan tugs at her dress.

Ethan shrugs. “Why not?”

His lips are on her neck again in an instant, clouding her judgment and making it harder to respond. “Someone can–” she dissolved into a fit of moans at Ethan’s ministrations. “Someone can see us.”

“We’re thirty floors up,” Ethan deadpans. “And it’s pitch black out here, no one will see us.” He grabs her hips, pulling her flush against him, and Naomi gasps at how hard he is. “Now hearing you, that’s another story. You’re loud and I have every intention to make you scream.”

If he wasn’t holding onto her, Naomi is sure she would’ve fallen over at his words. Ethan’s cockiness is on full display, and arrogant Ethan was definitely one of her favorite versions of him.

Ethan pulls away, giving Naomi a bit of breathing room so she can properly think again. “Does that sound like a plan, Valentine? Me having my way with you right here on this balcony?”

“God, yes.” She ignores the way he smirks at her unbridled eagerness. Ethan has a healthy enough ego without her stroking it.

“Correct answer, Rookie.”

Ethan’s hand wraps around the silky material at the top of Naomi’s dress and yanks it down. Naomi hears the ripping of the material and her eyes fly open in shock at the cool Miami air hitting her exposed chest.

“We’re going to have to talk about the serious lack of respect you have for my clothing.”

“You told me you got this dress because someone you called a “Pictagram influencer” advertised it and had a coupon code making it 70% cheaper,” Ethan counters.

“Yes, the dress was cheap, but you have to stop ripping all of my clothes.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“With a new dress?”

Ethan rolls his eyes at his fiancée’s quip, but he ignores it. “Something better.” He kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to wrap his lips around her nipple, biting down gently.

It takes a second for Naomi to register that the source of the unladylike growl filling the air is her. She grips Ethan’s shoulder to steady herself, her nails digging through his shirt, and her head falls forward at the sensation.

“You’re always so responsive to me,” Ethan murmurs softly. His mouth descends on her other nipple, his tongue flattening over the pebbled bit of flesh. “And I don’t even have to do anything to you.”

“Well, can you do something to me?”

“You young people have no patience,” Ethan clicks his tongue teasingly. Slowly, he sinks down to his knees in front of Naomi, tugging her dress down with him. He’s already ripped it, there’s no use in exercising any more care. The sparkly dress pools at Naomi’s feet and she kicks it away.

“You old people move too slow–”

The words die on her throat as Ethan hooks a finger into the band of underwear and tugs them down at a frenzied pace. His calloused fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to bruise. She always calls him old, teasing him into accepting whatever challenge she’s thrown his way. “I’ll show you old, Rookie.”

Leaving her hip, one of Ethan’s hands travels to her knee, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He hooks her leg over his shoulder, giving him more leverage.

She can feel his breath, warm and tickling on the inside of her thigh, so close, yet so far away from where she actually needs him to be. Her hips fly forward, a silent plea for him to continue this little game they’re playing. Thankfully Ethan doesn’t tease her any further as his tongue flies out, licking at her folds.

Naomi inhales sharply and she nearly hikes up the wall at the sensation. “Oh, God.”

“You’re so wet for me, Naomi,” Ethan whispers against the overly sensitive flesh.

He dives back in, moaning against her and Naomi throws her head back at the vibration. “Always for you.”

She can tell by the way his blue eyes sparkle as they lock eyes that he’s smirking. But Naomi doesn’t have time to care about that because his lips wrap around her clit and he sucks hard. Naomi cards her fingers through his hair, tugging at him roughly, like she will die if he doesn’t keep his attention right where it is. 

It doesn’t last long though, and with ridiculous strength and skill, Ethan manages to grab her wrists in one hand, and keeps her hips planted against the pole with the other. Naomi receives the message loud and clear: he’s in control here, unequivocally.

Secure in the fact that she won’t be doing too much moving, Ethan doubles down, his tongue lapping at her. The familiar scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh only makes her more delirious with lust.

Molten core levels of heat prick at every bit of her skin, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her stomach tightens and there’s a tingle at the base of her spine. She’s close and it’s not fair that he can make her come this quick, and she’s not sure if she hates it or loves it. “I’m gonna–”

“I know.”

Ethan pulls away slightly, but Naomi doesn’t get the chance to whine about it. In an instant, he’s slipped a finger inside of her, earning a groan. He is just so...relentless in his goal, and Naomi barely has a chance to breathe before she’s keening (something so dramatic and unlike her. Ethan will never let her live it down). Her orgasm is swift, crashing into her like a tidal wave, knocking her off kilter almost instantly. Ethan doesn’t back away, his mouth still on her, working her through the release.

Her entire body is buzzing, still wracked with aftershocks when Ethan finally stands up. His eyes are dark, no longer the ocean blue they usually are, now taking on something closer to the midnight sky, fully dilated and hooded. His mouth is wet, slick with...well her, and Naomi has never wanted to kiss him more.

“That was a promising start,” Ethan says. “But it’s just that: a start. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

A start? If Naomi had the energy to do so, she would laugh at him, but one look in Ethan’s eyes lets her know that he’s being serious. She gulps audibly. She’s a shaky puddle of goo right now, and that was only the beginning?

“Turn around, hands against the pillar,” Ethan commands.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me loud and clear, Naomi. Hands out, ass up.”

He’s using his commanding doctor voice on her, and she loves it. Naomi does what she’s told, palms flat against the pillar holding up the balcony.

She hears rustling from behind, and she’s sure he’s undressing. Now she’s extremely aware of their power imbalance: she’s stark naked, save for a pair of high heels, while he’s still fully dressed. It’s not fair. Shifting slightly, Naomi lifts a foot and shakes it, hoping to get the shoe off in one fell swoop.

She’s stopped short of her plan as a sharp smack is delivered to her ass. She’s unable to contain the expletive in her throat, a loud, “Fuck!” drifting into the Miami air.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Ethan asks.

“Taking off these heels.”

He tsks at her, as if the answer isn’t good enough. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do so.”

The authoritative tone zips straight through her, and Naomi turns to face him, putting on her best doe eyes. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Christ.” Naomi didn’t know it was possible, but Ethan’s eyes darken even further at the word. He doesn’t bother stripping out the rest of his clothes, just quickly undoing his belt and pushing his pants down until they pool at his ankles. Without warning, Ethan wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Naomi’s back collides with his chest with a hard thud. “Kiss me.”

That’s not a command that needs repeating. Naomi tilts her head back in an attempt to kiss him, but their vast height difference and Ethan’s death grip on her make it a challenge. She just barely manages to capture the corner of his mouth before Ethan growls impatiently, and grabs her neck, forcing her head back to deepen the kiss.

It’s overwhelming and heady, and she’s so caught up in it, she doesn’t even realize his cock, hard and pulsing, is poised at the entrance until he plunges into her in one smooth thrust.

If he wanted her loud, he got what he asked for, because Naomi breaks their kiss in order to scream at the welcome intrusion. The air rushes from her lungs, and she can’t even begin to breathe again before Ethan pulls out and enters her again with just as much intensity as before.

She feels delirious, and she can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s the fact that they’re 400 feet above solid ground, and one look down makes her head spin. Maybe it’s the fact that someone, somewhere in this hotel knows exactly what they’re doing. Maybe it’s the fact that every inch of her skin burns deliciously as Ethan has her stretched at full fucking capacity, and she has nowhere to run or hide. There’s no sheets she can pull, no pillows to muffle her moans, nothing she can grab onto to anchor herself to reality. She’s suspended in this moment, and she can’t do anything but simply take it as Ethan fucks into her like a madman.

The noises she’s making along with the sound of their skin slapping together is wildly obscene, and it only spurs Ethan on. Abandoning her throat, his hand travels down to her chest, his forefinger and thumb pinching her nipple, bringing the tiny nub to an almost painfully hard peak. He makes sure to give the same level of attention to the other nipple, torturing his fiancée until she’s whining unintelligibly.

His lips find her earlobe and he bites down. “Are you close again?”

“Yes,” Naomi answers.

Instead of speeding up, Ethan slows down, his thrusts slowing down to an agonizingly deep pace, fully pulling out of her and thrusting in again at a leisurely pace, the sole intent of driving her insane.

“Ethan,” she whines. She’s a shaking mess, unable to do much else besides cry out and occasionally moan his name. Her spine curves, back arching and her head falls against his shoulder. “Fuck! Ethan, please.”

“Please, what?”

Despite his teasing, Naomi can tell he’s just as desperate as she is. His breath is coming out in ragged and uneven pants, there’s a thin layer of sweat, slick and coating his chest, and she can feel his heartbeat, wild and erratic against her back. He’s just as tortured as she is.

In a Hail Mary attempt to get what she wants, her inner muscles clench down on him, stopping him mid-thrust. Ethan’s knees buckle, the move unexpected and throwing him off-kilter.

“Shit, Naomi,” he manages to rasp out. “You don’t play fair.”

Being fair has no place in this, she plays to win, but she has no time to throw it back in his face as he presses into her clit with the pad of his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her yelp.

If her last climax felt like getting slammed with a tidal wave, this one feels like floating down a river: languid and unrelenting, refusing to stop. It consumes her entire body, engulfing her in pleasure so white hot and intense, she’s sure stars are popping behind her eyelids as every bit of pleasure is wrung out of her body until there’s nothing left to give.

Ethan’s thrusts speed up again, messy and spasmodic, all rhythm gone. His hips snap against hers before she feels him coming, his entire body going rigid.

Thankfully, Ethan has enough energy left to pull them into a chair because Naomi was more than willing to simply collapse onto the concrete and stay there. She curls into his side, her face finding a spot in the crook of his neck.

They don’t speak for what feels like forever, both just trying to regulate their breathing and return back to normal.

Ethan breaks the comfortable silence, but Naomi barely realizes he’s talking before it’s too late to fully listen. She tilts her head back so they can lock eyes. “What?”

“I asked if you’re okay,” Ethan says.

“I can’t feel my legs,” is all Naomi manages to say. Ethan chuckles and reaches forward, slipping Naomi’s heels off, the relief pretty much instant.

“Better?”

“Much.” She sighs sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy. She burrows deeper into his side, Ethan’s body heat lulling her to sleep. “This was much better than staying in the girls’ room.”

“And it was much better than going to a strip club with your friends,” Ethan adds.

“You like them. They’re your friends too, don’t deny it.” Ethan doesn’t outright confirm or deny anything, which is all the confirmation Naomi needs. “Told you so.”

“How about a shower, Miss Know-It-All?” 

“Sounds great,” Naomi huffs, but she makes no effort to move.

“This is doing more for my ego than you’ll ever know.” Ethan is careful, extracting himself from Naomi’s grip in order to get up. He then hooks his arms underneath her, lifting her up bridal style to carry her back into their suite.

Naomi might as well be unconscious because she’s dead weight in his arms as he maneuvers his way to the en-suite. Thankfully the shower isn’t complicated and all Ethan has to do is turn a few knobs for it to turn on. He waits a few seconds to make sure the water is the perfect temperature, before pulling Naomi in with him.

They don’t spend too much time in the marble and glass box, as Ethan can see Naomi is probably seconds from passing out. The shower is over almost as quickly as it began. Both wrapped in large hotel robes, Ethan nudges Naomi back to the bedroom where she collapses face down onto their bed.

Once Ethan is in bed with her, Naomi rolls over, her face firmly planted on his chest. Upon making contact, Naomi sighs.

Ethan kisses the top of her head. “I can practically hear your thoughts. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Naomi assures him. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“It just feels...surreal, being back in Miami, being back in this room,” Naomi explains. “We’re getting married next weekend.”

Ethan lifts Naomi’s left hand, her engagement ring sparkling in the moonlight. “It does feel surreal.”

“I think we should make it a tradition, coming out here.” Ethan looks down at her, a curious eyebrow raised. Naomi feels the need to explain herself, the words rushing out of her mouth. “It doesn’t have to be annual or anything, but I want this to be our special place.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Ethan says. The next they come to Miami, she’s going to be his wife, and the thought spends a thrill down his spine.

“And we have to have sex on the balcony. It’s tradition now.”

“I’m starting to think you only want me for my body.”

“Of course not,” Naomi argues. “I’m in it for your money, too.” Ethan pinches her leg for the teasing, and she squirms away from him, laughing.

“When I die, I’m bequeathing all of my money to Jenner.”

“He’s a good boy, he’d share with me.” 

Ethan rolls his eyes and pulls Naomi in for another kiss. They don’t make it very far though, as the sound of a cell phone pierces through the air, making them spring apart.

“Yours or mine?” Ethan asks, eyes scanning the room for the source of the noise.

Naomi bends over and sees her cell phone on the floor by their bed, and not on the nightstand. 

Weird. She picks it up, and her eyes widen at the amount of texts she’s received in the past minute, the vibration so strong, it knocked the phone off of the table. “It’s mine.”

Bryce L: DUDE!!!

Bryce L: Where the duck r u?

Bryce L: ????????????????????????????????

Bryce L: Srsly not funny, did u run away from ur own bachelor party?

Bryce L: Pick up fone. Nay will murder us for losing u. 

Bryce L: But I will murder fist, 4 running away

Bryce L: Oh shut. Naomi, ignore this!!! 

Bryce L: JK, false alarm

Bryce L: Ethan is fine, picky promise!

Between the misspelled words and strings of emojis, Naomi can tell that her surgeon friend is completely drunk, but she manages to figure out what he’s saying. “So Bryce is having a meltdown because he lost you.” Taking the phone from Naomi’s hand, Ethan holds it up to his face, squinting as he reads. “And he thinks he was texting you, when he really just texted me.”

Ethan chuckles slightly, and mere seconds later, his own cell phone rings ‘Dr. Bryce Lahela’ flashing across the screen. “He’s figured it out, and he’s calling me now. Should I answer?”

“No. Let them have their Hangover moment.”

“Their what?”

“From The Hangover. The movie with Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms, Zack Galifiniakis where they get totally shitfaced and lose their best friend a day before his wedding,” Naomi explains. Ethan just stares at her blankly. “Oh my gosh, you’ve never seen it?”

“How does this come as a shock to you, Rookie?”

“Well, we can't get married until you’ve seen the entire trilogy.”

That makes Ethan’s brows fly up. “There’s 3 of those movies that you want me to sit through?”

“God Grandpa, you’re so lame,” Naomi groans and her hand reaches out onto the nightstand, grabbing the remote control. She points to the large flatscreen tv in front of them. “Hopefully we can order movies on this. If not, I brought my laptop so–” Ethan plucks the remote from her hand, and tosses it to the edge of the king sized bed. It lands softly. “Hey!”

“I don’t care about some stupid movie.”

“It’s not stu–” He tugs at the knot holding her robe together until it falls open. “Ethan…”

“You have options, soon to be Missus Ramsey,” Ethan starts. He rolls over until he’s on top of Naomi, his arms bracing either side of her cage, caging her underneath him. “We can watch that movie, or we can pick up where we left off on the balcony. Which choice do you prefer?”

“The movie,” Naomi quips back with a smirk.

She laughs at her own joke and Ethan’s eyes darken mischievously, taking on the challenge. “Just for that, I’m going to guarantee that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

[kpopchangedme]

Sun-drenched [M] - Youngjae

Every time you opened your mouth something outrageous came out but unfortunately, your new dorky step-brother seemed to be immune. You couldn’t tell if Youngjae was actually that clueless or if your reputation preceded you. 

Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You

Word Count: 4.6k

Genre: NSFW - Cringe Fest - Smut - slight exhibitionism - f*ckgirl - Stepbrother!au || [One Shot]

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

GOT7 | M.list

Your mother was doing that thing with her hair again, slightly shaking her head every time her new beau spoke. Every single bob invariably made her blonde curls spring. How disgusting. You had asked to be bleached once, a few years ago, and she had the audacity to claim it would look cheap on you. So unfair. 

She hadn't met her fourth husband for more than 6 months before she did just that. She thought it made her look younger, but Miami-midlife-crisis was more like it. It wasn't pretty wheat blonde, it was white yellow-ish banana buttercream. On-sale daffodil... Much like the sad ones Youngnam had gotten her from the convenience store yesterday.  They were now awaiting certain death in a crystal vase husband-number-two had gotten her for God knows what occasion.

You rolled your eyes when your latest stepfather started going over safety rules again. At your dad's there was never a need for them and if you correctly remembered the last time you had lived with your mom... You smiled, imagining how Dr. Top Surgeon would react if he found out his perfect church-going wife used to pop pills like candy and store a very impressive bong in the third drawer of her kitchen.

That would make for a fun scene. 

The goodbyes seemed to stretch half an eternity in the living room, after which you got dragged to the hall where the speech began all over again. Your mom gave you a short hug, more of a shoulder squeeze, then she pulled back and frowned with intent as much as her botox allowed. You shrugged off her silent don't-screw-this-up warning, already waving goodbye to her husband. Shoo shoo, you thought, sending the adults off to a far far away location. 

As soon as the door shut behind, you squealed in excitement. 

Summer had officially begun! 

Moving half across the country to fake “house sit” their new place while they honeymooned in Boca wasn't exactly what you had scheduled for your vacations. But when Youngnam accidentally let the words infinity pool and cars – as in with an S – slip out during the weekly video call, not even the dread on your mother’s face could’ve deterred you from flying over. 

As it turns out, Dr. Choi was loaded. 

Something you probably would’ve figured out earlier if you’d bothered showing up for the ceremony at all. Unfortunately, the wedding hadn't matched your Spring Break’ schedule and you decided having been present to the many previous ceremonies should be considered enough daughterly care for a lifetime. 

As you bent to the freezer for a celebratory parent-free popsicle, you felt the eyes of that gift-that-came-with-the-house glued to your ass. He briefly glanced down at the flash of your stomach’s skin when you jumped to sit on the counter. 

Surprisingly enough, your mother’s many rings had never once come with a step-brother before...

Usually, she went for the bachelor or womanizer types and those had the decency to never have baggage. Dr. Choi was a break of pattern and the news came with complete horror on your part.

For as long as you could, you had made a duty of never meeting his son, pretended he didn't even exist. So when the bubbly blended trio came to pick you up at the airport yesterday, you had been shocked.

They had said soloist of the local Choir and you’d heard; loser. Piano lessons? Dork. All-boys school graduate? Stuck-up. Computer Science Major? Nerd alert.

No one had talked about… That.

As a matter of fact, Choi Youngjae himself had not spoken much either, but he was certainly looking... 

And there were few things you enjoyed more than having a man's undivided attention.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen in all his glory, your new step-brother was staring, as usual, watching intently as you sucked your popsicle. You made sure to make a show of it.

“So… What about lunch?” He finally asked even though it was barely 9. Just to rattle him you hummed on the sugary treat as a reply. Mission accomplished. “S-Should I order pizza?”

“Don't worry, I’m easy...” Youngjae’s gaze fluttered down to your belly ring again. Boy, if he liked that one he had a few things coming. “I’ll eat anything if it's on you.”

Gaze widening, he pretended to look at something over in the living room and walked away.

Wait no, the poor guy literally bolted out of the kitchen to escape to safety. So fast one could wonder if this whole first exchange was the fruit of your devious imagination.

Oh no, you had just traumatized your babyish step-bro.

It made sense, you were one scary bitch.

All-boys school graduate? Virgin, you mentally took note. 

Or perhaps your mom had said something about you devouring the souls of poor innocent men. They said the apple never fell far from the tree. Grinning like a shark, you discarded the melting popsicle in the trash.

This promised to be one Hell of a summer break. 

______________________

“It’s been more than 10 minutes...” Chimlin flipped the phone over to yell unintelligibly at her demonic baby twin sisters. Despite the protection, you winced. “No DMs.”

“Then he hasn’t seen it yet.” Artlessly reporting for BFF’ duty was a lot more fun face to face, but for a few months, video calls would have to do. “Trust me.”

“I don't know,” she whined, going on all over again about how her boyfriend hadn’t picked up the phone since their nightly routine fight of yesterday. 

Sometimes you wondered if you’d even follow her back on Insta if you met this current sad version of herself. Kinda hard to tell, but she used to be the coolest baddest chick on campus. Then she was partnered with that Italian exchange student for a Statistic class, disgustingly dripping pheromones, cash and European pizzazz. Yes, Statistics. The most boring course ever, let's be real. But Chimlin was a genius, the deadly hot kind. No matter how shit-faced she was, that girl could track the B-52s and Gin Tonics’ calorie count of each respective member of your girl squad, not that she'd ever had to care herself.

Then Massimo came. At first, he was just a casual hook-up, but he managed to worm his way into her brain and grew there like a tumour. By the end of last semester, they were full-on steady-going together like in cringy 90s rom-coms. He was always stuck to her like a parasite.

Gone was your favourite 4 feet 11 party animal.

“Do you have any idea how many bitches Mas could meet this summer?”

You snorted, “Not even close to the number of dicks you could have in Pattaya if you wanted to.”

“Phatthaya,” she corrected automatically with a dramatic eye-roll. “That’s the thing, I don't want to. I only want one dick and he's miles away.” She waved her hand to brush it off right as your mouth opened in protest.

Her Italian barnacle did want to remain with her on campus for summer, but Chimlin thought she had better plans that involved a lot more beaches and fruity drinks. She simply couldn't live with her own poor life choices now and you were just about to tell her so when a flash of skin on the screen distracted you.  

“What else have you been hiding?” You sing-sang, impressed by the view. 

She glanced over her shoulder, “That's my uncle. Like... He’s literally my mom’s lil’ brother. Gross.”

“I know what an uncle is and that's a very hot one if I’ve ever seen one. You can look.”

“We’re not all depraved sluts like you.” She only half-teased with a sharp laugh. “How's the cute new brother doing, by the way?”

“No idea.” You flipped the camera and zoomed on Youngjae's bedroom window like to prove a point. The curtains were drawn, concealing anything worth mentioning from view. You were lounging by the pool on one of those fancy long chairs, much as you had been for the past week. Margarita, sunscreen, repeat. If this boring routine went on, you’d be so tanned by the end of summer no one on campus would recognize you. Sometimes you did think Youngjae's curtains were wobbling, maybe he was spying on you but it could all be your imagination. “Typical. He's been in hiding from me since day one.”

“I don't blame him.”

“Don't blame me for wanting him either. He's a good boy in a bad boy’s body.”

“I don't even know what that means...”

“No one does. But he's not cute, he's hot. I need him all over me and I've been telling him so, but he's strangely elusive. I think he hits the gym above the grocery store on the corner, I should join.”

“Stalker.”

“I don’t stalk, I live in his house.”

“No wonder the poor guy doesn't go out of that room, I bet he picked up on all your slutty energy.” In the rectangle screen, Chimlin switched to tan the other side and you did the same, laying on your back.

“Ha ha. He'd have to be moronic not to,” you were holding the phone above, casting a partial shadow on your face.

“Your legend precedes you. He's scared you're gonna trap and fuck him.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you've abandoned me and flew to the other side of the world? You know I need a summer project.”

“And of course, it had to be a guy.”

You were so glad she stopped whining about Mas for a minute that you let that one slide. “Well, I am not a needlepoint kind-of-girl.”

“Right, hey maybe it isn’t the incest that’s creeping your brother out. Maybe he's gay.”

Someone snorted out loud at that – not you – and you sat up in alarm.

Two guys were standing by the edge of the pool.

“No, he's not,” said the one on the left, a smile in his voice. They were directly in your sun, so you had trouble making out their features. One silhouette was slightly slumped, the other tall and all limbs. You suddenly felt very exposed, dropping Chimlin to fasten your bikini top in a hurry. This show wasn't for strangers to enjoy.

“Who are you?” The second man asked, clearly lost.

“She's it,” the other echoed.

“Who are you? I live here.”

“We're your brother's social life,” the frisky one smiled largely, kind of in a dangerous way that you immediately recognized for your own. Friends, they were Youngjae's friends and they very clearly overheard your embarrassing banter with Chimlin.

Flushing – a rare occurrence – you brought a hand to shield your eyes from the sun while you corrected; “Step-br–”

A sharp voice cut in, “She's not my sister.”

Behind, Youngjae was standing awkwardly by the patio door, a stern look on his face. He didn't seem surprised his people were there. He didn't even glance in your direction before disappearing back as you blankly stared after him. 

“Well, thank fuck,” the you-guy turned to wink, following him inside. “Good luck with your summer project! I’ll root for you!”

In a daze, you picked your phone back up. Chimlin was still there, waiting dilligently to be briefed on what just transpired. You puffed your cheeks, mentally preparing for what was to come.

______________________

Swear to God, Youngjae had not come out of that room for two days.

Two.

Fricking.

Days.

Maybe he had a fridge in there.

Maybe he only came to life after midnight like a vampire to avoid the whore squatting his dad’s house. 

Whatever his annoying friends told him had certainly made a lasting impression. You just hoped he wasn't the type to go cry to parents whenever something happened. You had no intention of going back to your tiny dorm all alone and sad for the summer just because you hurt his feelings by finding him bangable. Or worse, at your father's.

What was he even thinking?

You had not done anything wrong. Pushed a bad joke a little bit too far perhaps, nothing to get all worked up about. No reason to get shunned out of your mother's life again. 

Youngjae's reaction, or lack thereof, was way out of line.

It's not like you had actually done anything to him. He was such a prude. A prude that eye-fucked you all the time!

Church baby boys were the worst.

What an ass.

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.

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Three days?!

Three days of an overly empty house. The atmosphere had gotten so heavy, the air so tense you couldn't even think about anything else. There was nothing left to do. Just sit on the couch inside or by that dumb infinity pool, starring at the drawn curtains of your step-brother's bedroom. They weren't wobbling anymore.

Which was what you were actively doing this afternoon, ruminating your dark thoughts for hours. You didn't even notice you were getting dangerously warmer. When your timer went off, announcing it was sunscreen time again you nearly fell from your chair. 

Doing the legs was the easiest part, your favourite to be honest. They were one hell of an asset of yours. You were massaging the thick lotion on your right calf when something at the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

For a heartbeat or two, you thought you were hallucinating. 

Youngjae had finally reappeared. 

He was standing at the end of the pool, a knapsack thrown over his shoulders. His thumbs were hooked in the straps, hands dangling to his sides like dead weights. If he looked like a young boy at first glance, the heated look on his face was one of a man.

Frozen still, you gulped. True to form, he kept staring for a long moment before turning to the house and you thought he was about to go into hiding again – but oh no, fuck – he was actually pacing towards you. 

“I’m back.” Youngjae blurted out awkwardly, mouth twisted. 

Yours was opened in a mix of disbelief and shock. He was actually addressing you. “Back?” From where the corner store?

“Yes,” his eyes ghosted over your poor excuse of a bikini before anchoring themself back to safety in yours. Again, horny eyes. If you were warm earlier, now you were burning up. “I thought it'd be better if I stayed away at Bam's for a few days…”

Right? No one could actually stay between four walls so dilligently. It made sense. You were so dumb.

Apparently, your confusion was evident. “Didn’t you notice I was gone?” No, you had not. So your step-brother was so freaked out being around you that he actually moved out for a few days. Had you gotten that bad? Jesus. “Anyway, I’m back home with you now.” 

Youngjae took a step closer, kindly getting in your light so you'd stop squinting at him. He looked even hotter in the bright light of day, sweat pearled between your breasts. He frowned and bit his lower lip waiting for a reaction. The things you'd do to that perfectly proper mouth. 

Of course, what came out of yours at the moment was less than appropriate. He was right to be scared, you weren't safe at all.

“Wanna do me?”

Yes, you were that bad. Terrible indeed.

“Do I-I,” he gasped for air – oops, “w-what?”

“My back,” you clarified smiling like a prisoner that hadn't been fed a good meal in days, “sunscreen.” The poor man should've stayed far far away from you. 

You weren’t crazy or desperate, but you couldn't resist. You had been patient and unusually upright so far. You deserved a treat. You were hungry and you knew your step-brother wanted you too, he wouldn't have felt the need to hide away otherwise. Youngjae had an interesting duality, shamelessly thirsting over you one minute and getting flustered and embarrassed the next. He must have been deeply unsettled by your open invitation because before you could flip over, he had claimed possession of the bottle. 

Or maybe he just didn't need to be asked twice this time. He knew. He wanted to give in to temptation. Why would he even come back here otherwise? 

Laying down, you reached to undo the bikini strings, pressing your loosely covered chest against the rough towel on the chair. You waited.

“You must really hate tan lines,” Youngjae said in your back, sounding tormented, “it seems you're never properly wearing clothes.” He sat down in slow motion like an obedient little boy as you grinned. 

“Are you ever gonna put your hands on me?” You teased once more, it was like a string was tugging up your insides through that dirty mouth of yours. You wanted to keep pushing him, wanted to find out what it'd take to make him break. And just fuck you really. It was fighting the inevitable by now. 

Every guy you met wanted to have you.

Usually, you didn't have to beg.

“I'm trying not to,” he admitted the obvious. “I promised I would never touch you,” Youngjae grumbled and you jerked in surprise when lotion spurted on your lower back. “Promised my father I’d treat you well.”

It made sense, a good boy would never disobey and do his dirty step-sister. If your legend preceded you, his golden son’s reputation certainly did too. Honestly, this promise made the taunting easier and even more tempting. It made for a funnier challenge and the spark in Youngjae's eyes when he looked at you hinted you could break him if you really tried.

You were about to defy his ethics again when words went back down your throat, letting way to a sharp sigh. He had suddenly fully committed to applying your sunscreen, fingers exploring your skin. You asked to be touched and he had risen to the occasion, firmly rubbing the lotion on your naked back. 

Earlier you had every intention of teasing him further by enjoying this a little too much, but you weren’t sure it was entirely voluntary when the first moan escaped. If he wanted to keep it PG, he probably should’ve stopped right there, but it didn't seem to deter your step-brother. He kept going, massaging you along the way. His thumbs traced circles up your spine until one of his palms cupped your nape. 

Perhaps this is what an erotic massage was supposed to feel like, heaven. Every stroke was totally appropriate, very perfect boy-ish, but still, your toes were curling. After a few minutes, Youngjae's breathing was heavy, he was enjoying this impromptu contact just as much.

You both had made yourselves obvious these past weeks; him with the eye-fucking, you with the open-truths. Clearly, the forbidden nature of your desires would make for an even more intense experience. You couldn't even imagine how it'd feel to take it further now. 

“I've never had a step-brother before,” you mewled, mentally following the downwards path of his hands.

“I bet you love messing with me,” he replied, barely audible. 

His pianist’s fingers were now haltingly sliding up your ribcage. He wasn't rubbing in anything anymore, just caressing all he could reach. 

He was right, but you wanted more. That was the sexiest thing that happened to you in forever. Having a guy want you bad enough he had to hide away to resit, and now having his hands on you. You wanted him everywhere, all over. You didn’t care; step-brother promises or not.

Giving in to temptation, you turned around, resting on your elbow. Your untied bikini had not followed so you watched as his face fell in realization. Youngjae's mouth opened in awe, eyes glued to your bare perky breasts. At the moment, there was absolutely nothing going on in that male brain of his. He didn’t move; you helped.

As soon as you put one of his hands on your chest, he came back to life. 

“Jesusfuck,” he breathed out, completely winded.

Wow.

Church baby boys were the best.

Entertained, you reached for the sunscreen, pouring lotion on yourself again. “You aren't done.”

“I…” Youngjae swallowed back his protests, cupping your boobs with both hands. He couldn't even look up anymore, enthralled by your nakedness.

No matter what their intentions were, it seemed good guys were still guys after all. If you had known he was this easy to overwhelm, you would’ve walked around topless sooner.

“The neighbours will see us...”

He didn't seem to mind that much, seeing as his thumbs were stroking your pierced nipples relentlessly. If those middle-aged housewives you only caught glimpses off looked over the edge now, they’d have a pretty impressive show. 

“Let them,” sitting, you snaked a hand to his dramatic bulge. Your mouths got so close you felt his breath ghost over. Beaten by your expertise, his shorts’ button came undone first, his fly was even more compliant. 

The moment of truth.

Youngjae's whole body shook when you took his cock in your palm. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Fuck, he was so hard and flushed for you. He pinched your erected nipples in response and you felt a familiar vivid jolt of pleasure and pain down to your toes. Not a virgin, after all, no doubt he would handle you just fine. 

You pressed your mouth to his neck and sucked, right where his Adam's apple bobbed.

That's it, all for you. You were so going to eat up that good boy.

“Mmmm, I’ll tell daddy you’re treating me so fucking well...”

Of all the filthy things you had said so far, this was the one that got the strongest reaction. The wrong one. Youngjae jerked up to his feet, tugging at his shorts in panic. He swore a dozen of times, out of his mind as you stood there, frozen still.

“Sorry,” he offered at last, pitiful before running for his life to the house. 

Fuck.

No.

Surely you were feverish. 

Having a heatstroke.

You had imagined the whole thing.

You had not just being left out cold by a man.

This type of shit never happened to girls like you. 

It took a few minutes to gather back your thoughts and when you did, you decided this wasn't even close to completion.

Without wasting a second more you stormed inside the house, almost flying upstairs to that mythical off-limits bedroom of his. You didn't bother banging, he was in such a hurry he forgot to lock behind, so the door flew open. 

Like a scene straight up from a bad porno, Youngjae spun on his computer chair, a hand still wrapped around his fully erected dick. You couldn't believe your eyes.

“Are you jerking off?” He was already pulling up his shorts again to cover himself, caught red-handed, blushing as though you hadn't been doing it yourself a moment ago.

“I’m sorry, I don't think you–”

“Please don't stop on my behalf,” you waltzed in, confident, and sat on his well-made good boy's bed.

“W-What?” Youngjae blinked, even more, rattled by the sight. 

He didn't leave because he didn't want you, he clearly did. He probably only left because of his father and that dumb promise he mentioned.

“Is this how you've been dealing all along?” You laid back on the comforter, smirking and remembering all those afternoons by the pool you’d thought you’d seen his curtains fall. He certainly enjoyed spying so it gave you an idea. He could try to resist you all he wanted, you'd still made him cave. “You don't want to touch me, right?” Your step-brother nodded, spellbound. “Because you're the perfect son.”

He swallowed hard, “But you keep… Saying those things, sunbathing… And to my friends...”

“Yes, you’re right... So let's start over.” You sighed in fake contrition, “I'm sorry, I've made this so hard for you. I’ll be good too from now on.”

Youngjae scoffed in disbelief, “You are sitting topless on my bed.”

“Oh,” looking down at yourself, you cupped your breasts. “I thought you liked the looking.” His cock was standing up, glorious testimony to this mess. “Don't worry, I get it. I promise I won’t let you touch me...” Throwing your head back without breaking eye contact, you moaned and lightly twisted one of your pierced nipples. “But I’ll make you watch...” Out of his mind, Youngjae did just that as you caressed your own chest for him. Somehow his eyes on you now burned even better than his hands earlier. 

You were so turned on, so worked up by all the days of teasing and loneliness. Your hips started swaying on his bed, craving some fiction and release. 

“You're crazy,” his voice was laboured but he had yet to escape again. This time you wouldn't have followed.

“I-I'm so wet, Youngjae...” Giving in, your right hand fell to your sex, rubbing your last piece of clothing. He was captivated. 

“Fuck it,” he immediately breathed out in surrender, hand wrapping around his dick. That was it, you finally had him. He was all in, playing along with your new favourite family game.

No touching, just innovative teamwork.

You had to establish ground rules, but pushing them was what fun was all about.

“I want you so bad...” You mewled, slipping your middle finger inside your bikini bottom.

Stroking himself, Youngjae groaned, “So you’ve been saying baby, but now you have to show me.”

Oh shit. You were going to come so fast if the golden son had other surprises like that. In a hurry, you wormed out of your panties before he could change his mind once more. In front of his fully clothed self, you laid back, touching your damp slit while he observed intently. The whole experience was surreal, your mind was buzzing, overwhelmed by the wrongness of it all.

It felt so amazing though.

Touching yourself for your step-brother was the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced, and you were very accomplished. You would’ve done anything he'd asked of you, and Youngjae knew that but he abided by his dumb rules. Standing up he came closer, boxer messily shoved down from his earlier haste, one hand was in his hair, the other working hard. You kept rubbing your clit repeatedly letting him see, hastening the pace until you were numb all over, panting. 

“Youngj-jae, I-I–”

Moaning, you broke faster than you had ever with someone, then again no one knew how to make you reach your own high better than yourself. Paroxysm made your thighs jerked as the pleasure waved through you, annihilating all sense of your surroundings.

When you came back, your step-brother was giving up too, bursting in thick spurts of hot cum all over your body and chest. His eyes were wide opened in black elation, intense, not missing a second of the show as he came on you. His whitish-gray seed painted your bareness in ribbons until he was completely emptied.

In silence, Youngjae dropped next to you on the bed, hands covering his face as you both caught your breaths. His now softening dick was still protruding out of his shorts and underwear for the world to see. It probably made for quite a view; your naked body covered in semen right by your respectable step-brother’s way more humble cock.

If your parents came home early, they would both have a stroke.

Youngjae sort of kept his word though... For today at least. 

Because now that you had him all over, you knew you were going to crave him under you.

And no man had ever resisted your charms before.

Step-brother or not.

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

GOT7 | M.list

[sambergscott]

a peralta guarantee

“I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta Guarantee.”

(missing scenes from 7x08 - amy worrying about jake)

hUge thanks to johanna for inspiring this fic and helping when i had a lil breakdown halfway through

When he approaches her desk mid-afternoon with a decaf coffee and the white chocolate chip cookies she’s been craving from the bakery across town, she knows he’s either a) broken something, b) wants something or c) has bad news. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, detecting an excited bounce in his step which can only mean it’s b and c; he wants something she’s not going to like.

“Hey, babe,” he tries to play it cool, clearing a butt-sized space on her desk on which to sit. “I come bearing gifts.”

“What do you want, Peralta?” She cuts to the chase.

“Damn it, you know me too well,” he mutters. “OK, so, here’s the thing: Doug Judy’s gettin’ married. He invited me to his Bachelor Party this weekend and I know he’s a criminal, Ames, but I really wanna go. Like, so bad. Would you be cool with that?”

She conjures up a mental pro and con list. On one hand, Doug Judy is The Pontiac Bandit, known felon, committer of God knows how many crimes, an overall bad dude. On the other, he’s Jake’s friend, singer of the smush songs CD in the glove box of their car that they always forget to take out, giver of the Le Creuset pot she adores. He’s always been nice to her and—.

“Sarge?” Gary interrupts her decision-making process with a quick question about a perp he just brought in, snapping her back to reality. She’s a Police Sergeant, her job is to serve and protect the city they call home and as much as she loves cooking her mom’s beef casserole recipe in Judy’s awesome wedding gift, she has a responsibility to bring him in.

“I’m sorry, babe. I just think it’s a bad idea.”

His face falls, his disappointment coming through loud and clear.

“What were you expecting me to say? Ignore the million arrest warrants out on this guy, many of them submitted by you, so you can drink beer and go to strip clubs?”

“You’re right,” he sighs. “You’re obviously right. Man, being good at your job sucks.”

She nods in agreement. “Remember last month when I had to shut that binder store down for running a secret drug dealing operation out back?”

“How could I forget? You cried for three days straight.”

“They had the best binder collection I’ve ever seen!”

(It was actually what was so fishy about it. In four trips to buy pregnancy binders, she hadn’t seen any of the founding members of the Brooklyn Binder Babes blog — Mary Sue, Catherine, Margaret or Jane — once. And there’s no way a stationery start-up would attract such long queues without their recommendation. It was a pretty easy solve from there).

“The point is, you can’t go to a criminal’s Bachelor Party.” She pats his hand. “You’ll just have to come maternity clothes shopping with me instead. None of my jeans fit me anymore.”

“As much as I would love to, you can take Kylie. I’m going to the party.”

“What?” She double-takes. “Jake, did you not listen to what I literally just said? We’re cops. We cannot be friends with criminals.”

“But we can be friends with informants who have helped us catch numerous, even bigger, more dangerous criminals,” he says with that look on his face, the one he gets when he finds a loophole that he can use to his advantage. She recognises it from home videos Karen has shown her where, instead of tidying his room like she asked him to, seven year old Jake shoves everything under his bed and carries on enacting a police chase with his race cars. “Captain Holt has given him immunity before, so technically I should be able to go party it up with him in Miami!”

“Wait... It’s in Miami? Miami... Florida?”

It’s a stupid question, she knows. Of course he means Miami, Florida. It’s just... they both promised on the flight home that they would never, ever go back there. After everything that happened with Figgis and not knowing if they’d ever see each other again, a statewide travel ban seemed a good way to put it all behind them, focus on all their future moments together, not on all the moments they missed.

“This isn’t like last time,” he reassures her. “It’s only for a weekend and then I’ll be coming straight home for snuggles with you and —,” he lowers his voice to a whisper because they haven’t told anyone she’s pregnant yet, “the baby.”

Her eyes fill with tears and she bites her lip so hard to stop them overflowing in front of all her uniformed officers. It’s pretty clear that he wants to go and she never wants to be one of them wives who control their husbands’ every move. All she wants is for him to be happy. And if going to Doug Judy’s Bachelor Party makes him happy, he should go, no matter how much she hates the entire state of Florida. She agrees, on one condition: “You have to text me hourly updates to let me know that you’re still alive.”

“Don’t I text you constantly anyway?”

“I guess so,” she sniffs.

He lifts her chin so she’s looking him in the eyes. “I promise I’ll come home safe, Ames. That’s a Peralta guarantee.”

“You better,” she warns, tears suddenly flowing down her face at the thought of him not coming home, not being there to watch Property Brothers with her, not raising their baby and proving to everyone what a great dad he will be.

Used to her extra strength pregnancy hormones shifting her emotions from 0 to 100 faster than John McClane can say “Yippie-Ki-Yay, motherfucker”, he pulls her into a tight hug, careful not to crush the precious cargo that is behind said mood swings.

He strokes her hair and whispers that he’ll be home before she knows it and that nothing, not even the worst state in the country, will tear him away from her.

When it’s time for him to leave, she follows him out to the street and, after a brief argument over the fact he packed his bag before he OK’ed the trip with her and another hormone-induced cry when his cab shows up, reluctantly waves goodbye.

True to his word, he texts her before the car is even out of sight. Miss you already 😘.

--

Her phone buzzes periodically throughout the rest of the day.

In a meeting with Holt and Terry: flying on mark cuban’s dope ass private plane!!!!! ✈️

Cooking dinner: florida is HOT (not as hot as u babe, dont worry)

Doing her crossword in bed: g’night ames, g’night baby, love u both SO MUCH

She smiles, tells him she loves him too and braces herself for the barrage of drunk texts and selfies coming her way.

--

Sleeping without him sucks. The bed is cold, her pregnancy pillow is not as good of a cuddle buddy and she tosses and turns all night worrying about him, where he is, what he’s doing, whether he’s safe.

Her eyes finally slip shut around 1 am when her phone buzzes. Again. And again. And again.

She tries to ignore him, bury her head under her pillow and go back to sleep, but the messages keep coming thick and fast. She groans, giving up and unlocking her phone.

There are 47 new messages from him.

Forty-seven.

Her initial annoyance at being woken up quickly disappears as she scrolls through the thread. He’s mostly sent her random, meaningless emojis and keysmashes, interspersed with the odd “I love you”, “you’re my best friend” and “I’m thinking about you” that warm her heart. He mentions something about their proposal, about crying with Doug Judy, which obviously makes her cry too.

(Dumb pregnancy hormones).

By the time she reaches the bottom, he’s sent her 10 more.

She decides for her sake — and the sake of all of her officers who would have to deal with a tired, emotional pregnant lady — to turn off her phone and reply to him in the morning.

She returns her phone to her nightstand, settles back into a comfortable position and closes her eyes.

She lies motionless for what feels like hours, unable to fall asleep. She tries the breathing technique her brother David brags about constantly, counting sheep like little Matthew, even reciting police codes like Teddy used to go to sleep after sex. Nothing works. She’s still awake.

She turns her phone back on to see what Jake’s up to now, only to see his messages ended abruptly with a caterpillar emoji over an hour ago.  

She immediately panics, dialling 911 into her phone.

Her thumb hovers over the green call button.

She’s heard thousands of crazy operator call stories, frequently reminded the general population to only call in a genuine emergency and watched the YouTube compilations for fun. She deletes the number, positive that if she told an operator her husband was missing because she hadn’t heard from him while he’s at a Bachelor Party, she’s positive she would be added to those videos.

In an attempt to stop her spiral, she contemplates the possible scenarios in which his constant texts would cease.

Scenario 1: He’s living in the moment and has put his phone away (something she has been encouraging him to do lately to reduce his screen time)

Scenario 2: He’s very drunk and has completely forgotten about his promise

Scenario 3: He used up all his battery texting her and his phone has died

Scenario 4: He’s fallen asleep (although a quick check of Trudy Judy’s insta reveals the party is very much still in full flow)

Scenario 5: Judy’s criminal buddies have killed him and thrown his body into the ocean

Once the thought pops into her head, no amount of squeezing her eyes shut will make the image go away.

Holt giving an emotional eulogy about wearing ties and being an amazing detective/genius.  

Some rookie taking over his desk.  

The sympathetic looks when she tells all the other moms in baby group that her husband died.  

Usually Jake is there to hold her when her nightmares get bad. She rolls over, expecting to see his kind eyes and soft smile, the untouched side of his bed only serving to make her cry harder.

She can’t lose him. Not yet. Not until they’re old and grey, and maybe not even then. She spent so long denying her feelings for her dorky partner, rueing every missed opportunity to be together, and when they finally, finally took the plunge, she had never been happier. She can’t lose him yet. They have so much more life left to live.

She can’t lose him because he promised her he would come home safe. He guaranteed it.

She clings onto the tiny grain of hope like one might cling onto a raft in the middle of the ocean.

He would never break a Peralta guarantee.

--

Her phone finally buzzes again an hour later.

From: Unknown

Ames, it’s me, Jake. Judy’s buddies found out I’m a cop + destroyed my phone. So sorry I couldn’t text before. Hope you didn’t worry too much, although I know you probably haven’t slept. You can stop worrying now. I’m safe. Love you + see you tomorrow.  

Love you too, she responds, yawning as she places the phone back on the side table.

Relieved that he’s OK, and exhausted from all the worrying, she falls into the easiest sleep she’s ever had.

--

Before she knows it, it’s the next afternoon, Jake’s keys are turning in the lock, he’s dropping his holdall on the floor and rushing to her side to kiss her all over her face.

“I missed you too,” she laughs, kissing him properly.

“Sorry it took so long — Doug and Trudy made me fly commercial —.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

“I’m never leaving you two again,” he swears.

“You’ll have to leave us eventually to go to the bathroom and stuff,” she points out, raking her fingers through the unruly curls that she so hopes their baby will inherit. “Just don’t go back there.”

A solemn understanding passes over his face and he nods. “Never again. Not even if our kid wants to go to Disney World. We’ll take them to the California one instead.”

“Smort,” she says, stealing his line and in an instant, that familiar grin is back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A dozen memories flood back, of oldies in short shorts and shuffleboard and Doug Judy getting away again. Of noice and smort and saying “I love you” for the very first time. Her eyes fill with tears — dumb pregnancy hormones strike again — as she buries her face in his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and lifting her bridal style to carry her to their room. He places her carefully onto the mattress and flops down next to her.

She snuggles into him, eyes closing once more. “Did we even get an invite to the wedding?”

“Not even close,” he sighs.

“Damn it. I would’ve loved to see that trainwreck.”

“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”

[thedistrictroleplay]

ID:

Name | Nickname | Age:  Bennett Ryan Brody | Ben | 29 Birthday | Astrology:  September 30, 1991 | Libra sun,  Gemini moon Birthplace | Raised: San Diego, CA | San Diego, CA Residence:  Downtown Occupation:  Football coach   Faceclaim:  Casey Deidrick

TRIGGER WARNINGS: teen pregnancy tw, drugs tw, infidelity tw, overdose tw, divorce tw

TIMELINE:

1991- Ben is born in San Diego, to Ryan and Johanna Brody.

1996 - Ben’s sister, Tana is born and is almost instantly his favorite person in the world. 

1998- starts playing tackle football, which might be his only real lifelong love affair.

2006- discovers girls.  It will also be a lifelong love affair, though the names and faces change. 

2007- starts dating Hailey Braddock and they’re instantly the ‘it’ couple at school. 

February 2008 - Hailey is pregnant.  In July, she decides to keep the baby. 

December 2008- Andrew Braddock Brody is born.

March 2009- Ben and Hailey both get into University of Miami.  They can live in on-campus housing if they’re married, so that’s what happens.  Their parents combine to help pay for a nanny for Drew. 

July 2009- Ben, Hailey, and Drew move to Miami. 

late 2010-sometime in 2011 - affair with Aly.

September 2011- Goes back to San Diego for the first time since he moved to attend Collette Morris’ funeral.  Sleeps with Evie.  This will be important later. 

October 2011- Ben suffers a career-ending knee injury during a home game in Miami. 

October 2011-January 2013- Mostly sidelined, Ben is forced to find other ways to keep his grades up.  With the loss of scholarship, and subsequent openness about not wanting to be pre-med, his dad will only continue to pay for college under specific conditions.

September 2013 - having been delayed and needing to slow school during his recovery, Ben graduates at the end of summer semester with a B.S. in Exercise Physiology and a minor in English/Creative Writing.

June 2014- graduates from the accelerated program with a M.S.Ed in Applied Physiology with the goal of becoming a football coach.  Things aren’t going particularly well in his marriage, but they front well enough he doesn’t have to pay his dad back (yet.) 

Summer 2014-Winter 2015- Coaching internships are long hours and take a further toll on his marriage.  He’s traveling while Hailey opts to stay put. 

2016-2018- works in a variety of positions, mostly menial, for the Dolphins.

sometime in 2020 - Ben asks for a divorce and lands an assistant coaching gig in Washington DC that seems like a good idea since his sister and Evie both live there. o        

BIOGRAPHY:  

While Ben’s family was wealthy even before he was born, he wasn’t exactly a golden child.  His parents, Ryan and Johanna, really only had a child at all because of the social expectation to do so in their close-knit inner circle.  From the beginning, Ben was trotted out for his intelligence and athleticism -- and that was it.  When those things weren’t useful as a reflection for his parents, he was relegated to the care of nannies.  That made it all the more shocking the Brodys also had a daughter, Tana, but Ben wasn’t about to complain.  In spite of the age difference and the later difference in interests, he really did love his little sister from the start.   That’s not to say they didn’t pick on each other or play practical jokes on each other, because of course those things happened.  But the other things that happened included Ben getting his driver’s license specifically so he could transport Tana where she needed to go once their parents stopped hiring nannies.  Though they had the resources to make it easy, Ben was ultimately the one who made sure they both got what they needed.  He never stopped working for his parents’ attention, sometimes in stupid or destructive and dangerous ways, but all those attempts were in vain.  Even when Ben was a standout quarterback in a crowded field, his parents couldn’t have cared less.

The girls, the criminal mischief, the drugs -- it all settled down when he started dating Hailey Braddock during his junior year of high school.  A year younger, Hailey was still part of the crowd they’d been lumped into, one of the popular jocks and cheerleaders, and they had grown up on the same street anyway.  Ben had tutored her, she had helped him, and their proximity became a friendship and became a romance.  They tried to keep it under the radar, only Tana and Hailey’s family knowing for months, but eventually it got out as these things do, and it also wasn’t long before Hailey was pregnant.  

Ben knew instantly he didn’t want children, definitely not in high school and probably not at all.  Hailey felt differently, though, and they walked the steps through all the options before she ultimately decided to keep the baby.  He was there walking with her, but he was a silent and withdrawn participant, bound more by obligation and feelings for Hailey more than anything else.   By the time her decision was made, her group of friends had rallied around and both families were supportive and helpful -- at least for her.  Ben switched positions in football to one that was more likely to yield a scholarship to ‘anywhere but here’ university, and otherwise isolated and distanced himself from everyone and everything. 

Their son was born in December of Ben’s senior year, and while he’d never describe it as love at first sight, he refused to be as miserable as his own dad.  Through hard work and a lot of juggling, he accepted a scholarship at University of Miami to play football, because Hailey had also busted her ass to graduate a year early, and that’s where she also got in.  He quietly turned down Stanford, his school of choice, and moved across the country.  Before they left, Ben and Hailey got married for non-glamorous purposes like housing, insurance, and streamlined custody agreements. 

College was just as hard as high school, if not worse considering they had an infant in tow.  It wasn’t until Hailey and Drew had gone home for a long weekend, her mother’s birthday party, that Ben even acted remotely like a college student.  He went to a party, drank, and it was all downhill from there, his old habits and patterns kicking in and leading him to a one-night stand.  Instead of remorse, Ben felt something for the first time in years.  That something led him to chase a relationship with Aly Acosta for over a year, ending in metaphorical flames when she found out the truth.  He was just coming to terms with that, and other infidelities and feelings, when he suffered a career-ending knee injury his junior year of college.  It was another devastating blow to his fragile self-esteem and he sunk into a deep depression during his year of recovery.  Through a long and arduous process, Ben decided to become a football coach.  The school was faster, with an accelerated Masters’ program available to him thanks to his bachelor’s degree concentration, and it would definitely make more money than the creative writing idea he’d flirted with briefly and kind of loved for a moment when he was too immobile to do anything else.  The job itself led to more travel, more disconnect.  It became too easy to lie and cheat, to wear masks and play games, and actual feelings for another person took him completely off-guard.  After his parents’ 35th anniversary celebration, a gala he definitely didn’t want to attend but was obligated to anyway, it was time to admit to himself and the world that he’d failed at everything.  It was time for him to start over, more or less.  Somehow, though, square one is not the easiest place either. 

Ben is written by M.

[ironwoman18]

Garvez Moments Part 9

Chapter 9: Amor Real

After months of preparation, the wedding day was a week away. Just like in Spencer and Max's wedding, one of the Simmons daughters will be the flower girl and Luke's nephew, Peter will be the ringbearer.

They had to pick their family at the airport so they asked all their friends to help them.

"I can't believe our families decided to arrive e same day" said Penelope to JJ as they walked to the terminal where the flight California- Washington will arrive.

Luke was with Matt and Spencer waiting for the Miami one.

"My mom always hated the airplanes, in fact she went from Dallas to Miami in a bus"

"That's a normal fear especially for elder people, they don't like the idea of a flying thing. Of course not all elder people have it but it's pretty common"

"Yeah, I think knowing his son is finally getting married made her face her fears" Luke looked at Matt and his eyes watered a little. He did not believe he will be a married man in a week with a woman he felt in love slowly.

"Where are they staying?" Asked Spencer.

"My sister found a good hotel close to my apartment, they wanted to be close so we can spend more time together. I think Penelope's family will be close too but not in the same hotel"

"That's great, I'm sure you will be pretty busy with all of them" added Matt laughing.

"Oh you have no idea..." Luke smirked and the speakers announced the arrival of the flight from Miami "ok they are here" they lifted up a piece of paper that said Alvez Family.

They waited some minutes until Luke's family arrived and he introduced them to his friends and coworkers. After that a group went with Matt, other with Spencer and other with Luke and they drove to the hotel.

Meanwhile Penelope's family arrived some minutes later and they left to their hotel. Penelope's family was smaller but still needed JJ family car and her own car to go to the hotel.

After the two families did the check in, they all went to a restaurant to eat and the Garcias and the Alvez met.

They talked and have fun telling Spencer, Matt and JJ stories about them. They all laughed and enjoyed that day.

The following days were busy for the soon-to-be married couple and their family and friends.

JJ planned a girl's night as Penelope's bachelorette party and Matt planned the bachelor party for Luke.

That night before he left for the party he looked at Phil's picture on his coffee table and looked at him.

"Man... I wish you could see me getting married"

Luke and Phil were in Afghanistan on their transport after a mission.

"So what are you going to do when we return home?" Asked Phil smoking a cigarette.

"Visit my mama" he smiled at him "and you?"

"I will visit my girl" he got out a photo of a beautiful woman "have you ever thought about getting marry?"

"Honestly?" The other man nodded "never. I like my single life. I can't date someone with the kind of jobs I want to have"

Phil laughed "we will see... Because there's a crazy woman for a crazy man like you" Luke rolled his eyes but nodded.

"If someone out there want to marry me, you will be there as my best man" they highfived.

"It's a promise" Phil smiled.

Luke's eyes were full of tears as he remembers it and Roxie barked at him "I'm ok Rox. Don't worry...." He rubbed her head and cleaned his eyes then left the house to meet with his friends.

When he arrived, Matt told him he found VIP tickets for a football game. There were Penelope's brothers, his brother and brothers-in-law and his teammates.

They watched the game, drank beers and ate nachos with chilli. Then went to Rossi's house and play poker.

Meanwhile the girls drank, watched movies and ate pizza. They talked about marriage with Penelope and had a good time.

Finally the weeding day arrived. The women with the kids were fixing their hair and the men were helping getting everything ready with Rossi.

The wedding will be at his house, he will not let any other wedding to be somewhere else.

Luke changed into his suit and was nervous.

"How are you?" Asked Rossi looking at him.

"Like I'll die at any second. I'm so nervous"

"I understand that but don't worry. The moment you see her, everything will go away" he smiled "I have a present for you and Penelope. As you might know, the wedding is organized by the bride's family and the honeymoon by the groom's family but I considered you two my son and daughter so I did both" Luke was about to say something but Rossi interrupted him "I had a daughter I never had the chance be at her wedding and I'm glad Penelope accepted me to be her 'dad' now I ask you to let me give you this" he showed two tickets "I know you love adventure so I bought you and Penelope two tickets to Machu Picchu plus an airplane ride to see them from there"

"Oh my..." He held them and hugged him "thank you Dave" the old man hugged him back.

"No, thank you to make my dear Penelope happy. I met her a long time ago and I think I never saw her so happy until you arrived in her life" he looked at him "take care of her and keep making her happy" he nodded and had some tears in his eyes "now let's go! You can't be late to your wedding" they laughed and walked out.

There were everyone Matt reached him and patted his shoulder.

When everything was ready 'Heroes' by David Bowie started to play and Penelope walked out the house with David Rossi.

Luke and everyone else laughed at it but just enjoy the music as the bride walked to meet with her soon-to-be husband.

Their eyes connected as they got closer. When Rossi handed her to him he left them and the music stopped.

"Good evening. We are here to witness the union of these couple. Luke Alvez and Penelope Garcia. Now in front of your friends and family, say your vows, please" he said turning to Penelope "ladies first"

She looked at him and smiled "I know I was mean to you when we first met. My best friend just left the team and I hate changes. I felt like nothing will be the same, and it did but it wasn't bad, you and I shared moments like planning Rossi's engagement party or the arrived of baby Simmons number five" they all laughed "and I'm happy to call you mine, until the end of my days" she smiled big with some tears in her eyes.

"Penelope Garcia. Mi chica, we had a rough time at first but I kind of enjoyed. It was a nice challenge for me. I became more open around you, and at your last night as an active member of this team and right at this backyard I invited you on a date. I know my work and my responsibilities will be hard to deal with but I know you came from that world and understand it so our love is real and will last" he smiled at her.

"Very good and touching. Now Penelope and Luke let's exchange the rings" Matt called both kids and tell Luke's nephew to hands the ring to Penelope and Hank to hand the ring to Luke. Both kids did what he said and walked to sit with their moms "Luke Alvez do you take Penelope Garcia to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" he slide the ring on her left ring finger.

Then he turned to Penelope "and Penelope Garcia do you take Luke Alvez to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"

"I do" And she slide the ring on his left ring finger.

"Now by the authority vested in me by the Court of the United States of America, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. What God has brought together let no man or woman put asunder. Groom, you may now kiss your bride" and with that Luke leans in to kiss her gently. The women in the audience cried after that.

The rest of the night was perfect. They danced Amor Real by Sin Bandera as their first dance together. Then the DJ, which was his brother, made a mix of latin music like salsa or merengue and reggaeton with pop and rock in english.

They ate mexican food and drank mojitos. Penelope danced with his mom and and he signed with joy as he saw it.

"I'm happy you and her ended up together" said Derek to him.

"She made it hard to but at last she couldn't say no to this chico" they laughed.

"Take care of her man. They broke the mold with her"

"I'm totally agree. And don't worry Derek. I will" they shakes their hands and Derek returned with his wife.

The night ended with the couple leaving to have their first night as a married couple. Roxie will be at her babysitter with Sergio and Lou.

OOooOOooOO

I am sorry this took me a while to write it. I started this but I had writer block and I hope i can post the next chapter sooner. Next should be the honeymoon?

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Rumor Has It {5}**

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: MODERATE SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, Partially NSFW Cursing

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊 ❤️  ❤️

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“Are you scared to go inside?”

   Scott’s voice shook you out of your haze. “Huh?”

   “Are you scared to go inside? You’ve been sitting here for a good ten minutes now.”

   He was right. It was almost one in the morning, and you were still sitting in Scott’s car in front of Chris’ house. Scott offered to drive you back when Chris made it clear he intended to stay at his mom’s house a little longer to catch up with everyone. You didn’t object. You knew he wasn’t in there, but still, your heart was pounding.

 “I’m not scared.” Scott nodded and looked out the window and to the three-floor townhouse and allowed the silence in the car to stretch.

 “Wanna talk about it?” Taking yet another deep breath, you dropped your head back against the headrest and closed your eyes.

   “No thanks, Scott. Thank you for driving me.” You gathered your things and opened the door when Scott’s voice stopped you.

   “Every marriage has it’s hiccups Riah. The important thing is to not give up on your marriage.  When you do that, the little stuff become mountains and mountains divide, remember that.”

   You looked back to him and knew he and Chris had talked, he was close to all his siblings, but Scott was another man. You knew they talked about a lot. You leaned in the car and kissed Scott’s cheek; he was a sweetheart. “Thank you, Scott.” You scurried up the steps into the townhouse and looked around the foyer. All was quiet and dark. After flipping on the light, you walked around each of the rooms on the first floor assessing each of them like you’d never seen them before.

   When you’d first been here, it was so very masculine and obvious there hadn’t been a woman in the space in a long, long time--if ever. He'd told you he'd never brought anyone there before that he’d never felt like any of his relationships were headed here, until you. That was three weeks before your wedding, well your American wedding. You and Chris had eloped and gotten married in the French countryside after four months of knowing each other.

   You smiled to yourself touching the frame of a picture of the two of you covered in paint and kissing. It was from your joint bachelor and bachelorette party when the two of you made body art. You looked up to a replica of the painted canvas you’d made that night. You’d had a lot of good times and even better times. There really weren’t that many bad times. This was probably your worst argument. You walked into the kitchen and decided to push your worries to the side for now and get your hands dirty. Whenever you were stressed you baked, so that is what you did. You took out pots, pans, utensils and a slew of ingredients and got to work.

   You probably looked like a madwoman, it was probably almost two in the morning, and you were listening to classical music and baking up a storm. After you’d finished an apple pie, one of Chris’ favorites you’d moved on to muffins, then a pineapple cake and ended on coconut sugar cookies. By the time you’d finished the entire island was filled with your treats, and you had no idea what you’d do with all of it. You glanced at the clock and saw it was close to four in the morning and still Chris was MIA. Sighing, you went upstairs for a shower.

   Once the hot water hit your body, you felt all your stress melt. Your shoulders instantly lowered from their upright position, your lower back relaxed, and you felt like you could take your first deep breath. After twenty minutes, you were once again your relaxed self or a semblance of her. You found yourself getting lost in the delectable scents of your body wash and the essential oil diffuser. You didn’t know how much time had passed with you enjoying the steady hot stream of water on your skin and the classical music playing throughout the bathroom. When you opened your eyes there he was all six feet of fine white chocolate. Just like that, your heart raced, and your mouth went dry. Still he elicited this reaction from you, even through your anger and hurt.

He didn’t speak all he did was watch you and sip from his beer bottle. You wondered how many he’d had tonight and hoped he hadn’t driven himself home. You nearly scoffed at your worry for his wellbeing. The brown peacoat like jacket was gone, as was the tan sweater. He only wore his undershirt and it showed just how good a shape he was in. Thank you, Marvel, you thought to yourself. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, and just like that, you wanted him. Deciding to test his level of anger you slowly turned around allowing the water to act as a sheer seductive curtain for your body.

   With your back turned to him you rolled your neck around and angled it to the side while you massaged it. When you turned around, he was still there; he rose his eyes from your ass up to your breasts. You lowered the hand fastened to your neck slowly trailing to your breast, but before it got there you saw him shake his head, then roll his eyes before he walked out the bathroom. You stood there shocked he’d just shot you down and seen right through your little ploy. “Fuck,” you mumbled.

   When you walked into the master bedroom, you expected to see him, but it was empty. You were beginning to get pissed because you knew he was fucking with you. He knew you hated one thing and it was limbo and false ideals of happiness or anything fake. He was purposely forcing this limbo with him under the same roof and giving off the ideal like everything was cool when you knew it was far from cool. You took your time with your after shower face and body routine, then put on your robe and decided to just get the looming fight over with.

   As you walked through your home trying to gauge where he would be, you tried to reign in your anger and come up with a way to start things calmly and rationally. You were a bit of a hothead and knew it; you really wanted to come to some resolution, one that didn’t mean the end of your marriage or some crap for shit compromise of you having to grin and bear it. If that were the case you would set this whole place on fire.

   When you stepped into the kitchen there he was sitting at the island eating the apple pie you’d made. So he wasn’t angry enough to not eat anything you made, that was good news you thought. You walked around to the fridge and took out the milk and poured yourself a glass. Nothing went better with pineapple cake then milk.

   “So is this stress baking or worried baking?” You didn’t know if it pissed you off more that he knew you that well he could deduce it or that he knew you that well and still managed to fuck up by not using his fucking brain. Rolling your eyes, you ignored him and took a slice of the cake.

   “How was Miami? Had a good time?” After a bite of cake, you glared at him. “How was Toronto? Had a good time?” The two of you faced off, neither of you backing down or looking away. He was just as stubborn and hot-headed as you. Sometimes you didn’t know how you’d lasted this long. Maybe it was the fact that for the last four years thanks to your busy careers you’d probably spent twelve months total actually together.

   “I don’t do passive-aggressive Chris. The floor is yours.” He took a deep breath and another bite of the pie, but he didn’t speak. You saw the vein at the side of his temple poking out and knew he was furious. That vein only popped out when he was seriously about to go off. You braced yourself for the venom that was about to pour from his mouth.

   “I have spent three days trying to figure out what to say to you. The first day was more how was I going to apologize for my actions, the second was how do I talk to you about your disappearing acts, and then yesterday was more on how do I even talk to you period.” Chris raked his fingers through his hair then brought them down over his eyes. When he dropped his hands, his eyes were red. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.

   “So you don’t get what you want, and you disappear and go to him?”

   There it was you thought. You’d wondered what he was going to come at you with first and more than half of you felt it was going to be that. He not only sounded angry, in total disbelief but also hurt. You knew it would hurt him. He knew your history with Christiano, and he knew before you’d met him that day in Paris you’d been with him two nights prior in Spain. You closed your eyes and sighed out.

   “You make a huge fucking deal over a conversation I had, and you go off the first chance you get to him and let him put his hands on you!”

   “Bullshit! One, it was not just a conversation Christopher. It was more than that. You stood there and allowed her to he-he-ha-ha all in your face and touch your body. You didn’t step back; you didn’t put her in her place, you smiled and allowed it. Shit, why were you so fucking close in the first place? Two, he didn’t have his hands on me like that. It was a dance, I put him in his place, and it was done. Why do you always downplay the shit you do and try to exaggerate with me?”

   “A dance? Uriah, it’s not okay for a friend to talk to me and casually touch me, but it’s okay for your ex who you know is still in love with you to touch you and put you in a car the next morning? How?!”

   You stood there silent. He was right with that one. None of it was okay. “Then you get caught not wearing your wedding ring. Was that to get at me like being with him was? Was this whole Miami trip just a huge fuck you to your husband?!” He was fuming now; his voice was booming off the walls.

   “Oh, why would I have to say a huge fuck you to my husband? Oh, wait, maybe my husband deserved it. If he were acting like he was a married man instead of some thirty-something-year-old bachelor going through a midlife crisis maybe I wouldn’t have to scream fuck you!” Your screams were equally loud. You both stood there panting from the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You were so hot.

   “What the fuck do you want from me, Uriah? I have given you everything you’ve ever wanted. Luxury cars, a nice house, vacations to exotic places, I’ve been nothing but good to you I don’t disrespect you, I don’t call you out your name, I am there for you when you need me, I support your dreams and goals better than anyone ever has, I love you with every fiber of my entire being. What the fuck more do you want?” His words stung. It was like he’d been keeping tally of your relationship and for the first time, you felt like this marriage was a transaction rather than a heartfelt decision.

   “I never asked you for luxury cars, or nice houses or exotic vacations, I can get all of that shit myself, and I have. I don’t need you throwing your money at me Chris, I never have. You met me on of the hottest in the game, and that has not changed, I am still hot. I was hot before you. I don’t need you spending on me. What I need is my husband who says he loves me with every fiber of his being using his brain in his head and not the one in his pants. If it’s not okay for me to be around my ex like we’re friends then it’s not okay for you to disrespect me and our marriage in the same way.”

   “She’s not my ex Uriah. I haven’t fucked her!”

   “Are you sure? Cause TMZ seems to think your interactions scream you’d fucked and are still fucking!” Saying that out loud brought the tears to your eyes, tears you’d been fighting since you saw him in the bathroom. Chris’ expression softened, and he closed his eyes. You both took the time to gather your thoughts, so the next words weren’t angry ones.

   “Is that what you think? You think I’m having an affair?” There it was, the deep down ugly fear that was fueling all of your actions. You hadn’t admitted it to Zo or Kizzy yet, and you sure as hell hadn’t admitted it to yourself. As much as you knew you were that bitch and a sure as hell boss and he would never find another to leave you for, you also knew men left class and went for trash all the time, and it didn’t matter if you thought you had it going on. Kizzy always said point out a fine ass woman, and somewhere there is a man tired of her shit. What if Chris was tired of you? Your emotions betrayed you, and the tears streamed down your face.

   “Fuck!” You turned your back and wiped your eyes, but no matter how you wiped the tears kept coming. You hated crying.

   “Uriah,” Chris began with gentleness in his voice, he sounded as if he were closer, but you didn’t dare look to find out.

   “Don’t you dare say it.” Still, he spoke. “I would never do that to you. Ever. There is no desire in my body to hurt you like that—ever!”

   “So, it’s not because you’re not attracted to her?” Chris sighed out, but he didn’t answer right away. The knot in your belly tightened, and you thought you were going to be sick.

   “Can you look at me, please.” His words weren’t laced with anything but sadness. You turned around and saw he stood a few feet away. You dried the remainder of the tears from your cheeks and leaned against the custom fridge. “I didn’t know this is where all of this was coming from. I didn’t think this was where it was coming from. I thought we were good; I thought you knew where you stood with me, where we stood. I didn’t--.” Chris walked from you across the room with his hands dug into his hair.

   The silence in the room stretched for long minutes. It seemed neither of you knew what to say, or maybe you knew what to say and didn’t know how to say it. You could tell he was still angry, but you could also tell he felt like an ass. You could have just come out and told him your fears and eliminated this whole song and dance, but marital communication was not your strong suit.

   “I’m sorry.” The words were unexpected and said so softly that you almost missed them, but the sixth sense in you that picked up the words “sorry” caught it. Your head snapped to him. He sat on the long counter on the right side of the kitchen, the one that you remembered you’d had sex on the last time you were in Boston together. Shaking your head, you tried to focus on what he’d said instead of the memory. Chris’ eyes met yours, and he shook his head. “I’m sorry Riah. I didn’t listen to you; I didn’t hear you, I didn’t see you. I promised I’d always see you and I didn’t.” The tears welled again, and you looked away hoping to keep them in—fail.  

   “I do respect you, and I respect our marriage, and I see how it looked otherwise. You were right, and I’m sorry for being a dick.” You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t expect an apology, you wanted one but didn’t expect him to cave and give in. You walked to him and stopped a few feet before him. You felt vulnerable, and all you wanted was his arms wrapped around you. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have taken off my rings, and I shouldn’t have been with him.” Chris clenched his jaw, and you saw his nose flare before he dipped his head down. You knew being around Christiano hurt him bad especially after their altercation those years ago. Stepping closer to him you decided to offer an olive branch. Your hand touched just above his knee, but you left it there. “I’m sorry,” you whispered again.

   Chris’ eyes bored into yours, and you felt horrible for resorting to this. “You fight dirty Uriah.” It was true and had always been true. “I don’t want to want to fight.” You meant it; you missed him. You were probably more in love with your husband than any of the other entertainment industry wives, most of them looked like they’d gotten married for reasons other than being head over heels, crazily, stupidly, passionately in love. You moved your hand to rest on his, he looked at your hands and then back to you.

   “It’ll never happen again.” You searched his eyes, hoping he was sincere and really meant it. As you did you couldn’t find any hint of a lie. You took a deep breath and slowly let it out. The tightness in your chest and belly loosened and your heart slowed. Lacing your fingers with his you closed the space between your bodies and hugged him. Chris audibly sighed as if this one piece of intimacy was what he’d been starved of. For you, you knew every time you touched it gave you a sense of peace, and harmony like everything in the world may be falling apart, but everything in your world was right as rain. His touch always worked miracles.

   With your fingers dug into his hair and holding him close enough that your heartbeat synced you felt the love between you as evident as the moon shining in through the window behind him. Chris’ hands that were wrapped around your waist slowly moved lower to your backside. You sighed again. It had been almost a month since you’d felt his hands on you like this, all because of your careers. Chris forcefully squeezed your flesh forcing a low moan from your lips. You pulled his head back so he looked at you. Using the moment to reconnect with him nonverbally, you tried to send him the vibes of your love for him.

   You slowly kissed him once, then twice and a third time then looked at him again. It was then Chris took control and kissed you more forcefully and passionately. His tongue delved into your mouth and danced with yours in a heated song of urgency and desire. He pulled you closer to him as he expertly kissed you, reminding you why no other man in the world could come close to him. Your heart sang and your belly heated with the pent-up desires you’d been holding at bay for weeks.

   Quickly you peeled his shirt off him and dug your nails into his back trailing a path down to his waist. Chris hissed, tearing his lips from yours only to bury his mouth onto your neck and at the exact spot he knew you loved. Another moan echoed in the kitchen and the urgency you felt increased exponentially. Chris quickly undid the knot of your kimono robe and pushed the silken material from your body. His eyes raked across your figure before meeting your eyes again. What you saw there lit you on fire.

   You crashed your lips to his and took charge of the kiss adding nibbles and flicks of your tongue. You knew how weak it made him. The response to your teasing was a guttural groan from him. Chris stood from the counter, and your hands dropped to his waist where his hands were already busy undoing his belt. Moving your mouth from his you kissed down to his jaw and trailed to his ear where you slowly licked the shell and bit the lobe. “Fuck!” Smiling, you knew he was holding on by a thread. You moved to his chest and kissed both defined pectoral muscle and slinked your tongue around his taunt nipple. “Jesus Christ, kitten.” You smiled, you’d missed the nickname, and it sounded far better than in your dreams.

   As your mouth went across each of his ab muscles, he watched every move you made, there was a slight clench in his jaw, and for a moment you wondered if he were still angry with you. When you felt the nudge of his hardened length against your chin the thought dashed from your mind. You pulled down his pants, and his thickness flopped out and bobbed before you. The protruding veins that decorated it told you how much he truly desired. “Don’t just look at it, say hello properly.” You smiled before you placed a chaste kiss at the tip. Chris sucked in a breath and held it as he waited for your next move. You kissed all along his length down to the patch of neatly groomed hair where you kissed his pelvis. “Always a tease.”

   You trailed your tongue from base to top before you swirled around his swollen tip and placed it into your mouth for a moment then pulled back. Chris groaned and sighed, but when you took your mouth away he groaned. “What else am I supposed to be? You love when I tease.” The look in his eyes said to keep the teasing to a minimum, and you were inclined to listen. Slowly you sank your mouth onto his need stretching your lips to accommodate his impressive girth. All those years ago when you’d first seen him in all his glory your jaw hit the floor. You hadn’t expected him to be blessed. When God was blessing little boys with dicks Chris must have snuck in the line three times because lord have mercy.

   Chris’ hands connected at the back of your head and directed you. He eased your head all the way to his base, and you opened your throat, giving him the extra inch or two then swallowed to tighten your throat around him. He grunted and gripped your hair tightly. It didn’t hurt; it was just enough motivation to remind him just who you were and why none of these other women could ever come close. You bobbed on his length each time slinking him deep into your throat before you pulled your lips to his tip to suck. After a minute or two your spit was dripping from your chin, and you used it as lubrication to massage the most sensitive part of him. Once your hands connected with the two things that made up his manhood he threw his head back and grunted loudly. “Fuck, kitten!”

   Before you could drop your head back down, Chris was pulling you up to him. You quickly wiped your mouth knowing he was going to kiss you. As he did he began to stand to turn you. You pushed him back to sitting and clumsily began to climb on top of him. Sensing your intention, Chris lifted you the rest of the way, so you straddled him. Slowly you sheathed him in the depths of your heat. Both of you threw your head back, Chris groaned loudly while you released a breathy gasp. He held you still once he was nestled deep. His eyes met yours, and there was need for words. You rocked back and forth first slowly then more forcefully until you added little swivels of your hips. Every time you changed direction and pace Chris squeezed the flesh at your hip and directed you just how he needed. The veins in his neck told you everything you needed to know. He was close.

   Without warning, Chris scooted off the countertop and stood holding you securely in place as he plowed into your needy canal. Every snap of his hips to connect your wanton bodies made you screech out and cling to him. The waves of pleasure that rippled through you peppered goosebumps across your skin and made your need for him reach unseen levels. “Yes, baby.” You clenched around him, and his grunt was so loud it echoed off the walls. He lowered you and pushed you forward over the countertop, so you were peering out the window up to the beautiful iridescent full moon. In the same breath he was slamming into your core again pulling your head back. Chris didn’t go slow, and you were fine with it, you needed as much as he did. You felt his large hand come down on your backside sending pain tendrils across your ass, he did it two more times and slammed into you. “Mmm, you’re so wet, kitten, so damn wet.”

   You grabbed onto the edges of the counter and began pushing back onto him. As you did Chris stopped moving and allowed you to do your thing. Every time you moved your back in a wave he groaned, and soon you were rhythmically grinding on him until he grabbed your hips and continued his welcomed assault on your body. Every move he made stroked the fire in you until it was a blazing inferno that began to consume you letting you know your orgasm was quickly approaching. Chris’s strokes became sloppy as they staggered along. Without warning the warmth burst through you at such a rapid pace that it stole your breath and all strength you possessed. You felt as if you’d run a marathon in the span of ten minutes. Your grip on the countertop slipped, but Chris was right there to hold you steady as he snapped his hips forward once, twice and a third time before he emptied his seed deep within you.

   The two of you remained connected riding the wave of your shared release, a release both of you needed. A release that stole your breath. The feel of him still buried inside you made you want more, and by the feel of his still hard member appendage, you knew he wanted more too. Slowly you regained strength in your legs, and you were able to hold your own weight again. Chris pulled from you with a hiss and a groan and then his body was gone. You felt something was wrong. Standing you steadied yourself and leaned against the counter. Chris had managed to pull his pants and underwear up, but you could see he was still hard. Before you could speak he beat you to it.

   “I have a question.” Fanning yourself you walked to the fridge to take out a beer. As you took a few gulps you motioned for him to go ahead. “I’m so glad I decided to hold off on kids. What does that mean?” You paused your drinking and gulped down the mouthful you had. Oh shit, you thought. You knew he would bring this up, but you thought you’d escaped it—or you hoped. Dread filled you, and you knew this could very well be the end of your marriage.

   “I’m waiting Uriah.”

   You finished the beer and put the empty bottle on the island, then took a deep breath. “It’s nothing, forget it.” You heard the click of Chris’ tongue. You’d learned over the years that was an angry tick he had that always came out. It was now your indicator as to how mad you’d made him and when you’d made him mad.

   “Funny, because when you spat those words at me a few days ago, you said them with conviction as if you meant it with everything in you.” He walked close to the island and took a seat looking at you. His eyes stayed on your face, but you saw the slight way they danced as he tried to not look over your naked body. Somehow you knew you weren’t getting out of this. You walked back over to your robe and put it on all the while remaining quiet.

   “Does it have something to do with me finding these in your bag?” You looked to him and saw that he was holding up a packet that looked very familiar to you. Your heart began to beat erratically, and you literally had a vision of him putting divorce papers in front of you. Shit, you thought again.

   “Silence, interesting the times you choose to be quiet.” His voice was again venomous and filled with sarcasm. “Why do you have one finished and another half-used pack of birth control Uriah, especially since we’ve been trying for a baby?

   Boom, there it was. You could hear the actual sound of your marriage imploding.

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                when    jason    dean    was    sixteen    ,        he    moved    to    gilbert    ,        arizona    .        it    was    hot    and    shitty    and    humid    as    fuck    ,        making    it    hard    to    wear    his    trench    coat    at    any    given    time    .        it’s    been    three    years    since    the    death    of    marissa    dean    ,        his    mother    ,        and    two    months    since    he    legally    changed    his    name    from    jaimie    dean    to    jason    dean    .

                by    the    time    big    bud    and    jason    moved    to    gilbert    ,        it    was    only    a    month    until    finals    before    summer    break    .        unfortunately    ,        jason    still    had    to    attend    classes    and    then    do    the    finals    ,        even    if    he    would    only    be    attending    the    school    for    this    time    .        after    all    ,        he    wouldn’t    be    returning    in    the    fall    .

                insert    chemistry    class    ,        and    one    benjamin    knott    .

                he’s    one    of    ,        if    not    the    most    ,        beautiful    boys    jason’s    ever    seen    .        untamed    light    brown    hair    ,        circular    glasses    that    are    a    little    bit    too    small    for    his    face    ,        brilliant    brown    eyes    .        he    wore    ridiculous    patterned    shirts    ,        too    bright    and    loud    for    jason’s    taste    ,        but    he    wore    them    well    .        right    off    the    bat    ,        he    offered    to    help    catch    jason    up    to    speed    .        and    ,        though    jason    knew    what    he    was    doing    ,        he    couldn’t    say    no    to    him    .

                everyday    after    school    was    spent    in    the    library    ,        benji    catching    him    up    on    pre    -    calculus    ,        with    jason    pretending    not    to    know    what    the    fuck    he    was    doing    so    they    could    spend    more    time    together    .        to    this    day    ,        he    has    no    idea    if    benji    knew    that    jason    was    bullshitting    about    being    bad    at    math        ––––        all    he    remembers    is    benji’s    face    lighting    up    when    jason    presents    him    with    a    97    on    the    final    ,        saying    it    was    all    because    he    learned    from    the    best    .        when    summer    eventually    came    ,        they’d    go    to    each    other’s    houses    .        well    ,        they    mostly    went    to    jason’s    .        big    bud    was    normally    out    on    site    during    the    day    ,        meaning    the    house    they    rented    was    mostly    empty    .        days    were    spent    playing    the    original    legend    of    zelda    and    castlevania    ,        fucking    around    arizona    ,        taking    day    trips    into    phoenix    and    fucking    around    metrocentre    .

                nights    were    just    as    killer    ,        though    .        most    of    the    day    trips    turned    to    crashing    there    ,        sneaking    into    long    wong’s    on    mill    with    fake    ids    that    barely    got    them    in    ,        letting    benji    convince    him    to    roller    skate    ,        and    when    jason    confessed    he    didn’t    know    how    ,        showing    him    by    holding    his    hands    and    keeping    him    steady    .        the    night    benji    taught    jason    how    to    roller    skate    ,        an    hour    outside    of    the    homes    they    were    supposed    to    be    at    ,        where    nobody    knew    who    they    were    ,        jason    kissed    him    for    the    first    time    ,        surrounded    by    neon    lights    and    horrible    disco    music    and    gaggles    of    people    .

                from    then    on    ,        they    weren’t    just    benji    and    jason    ,        they    were    benji    AND    jason    .        you    couldn’t    find    one    without    the    other    .        benji    was    there    when    jason    bought    his    motorcycle    ,        held    onto    him    tightly    from    the    back    of    it    as    jason    took    sharp    turns    and    laughed    so    loud    it    was    like    he    was    finally    free    .

                benji    was    jason’s    first    everything    .        first    kiss    ,        first    boyfriend    ,        first    panic    of    having    to    jump    out    of    a    window    at    seven    am    half    dressed    because    benji’s    father    was    approaching    the    door    and    jason    was    most    definitely    not    allowed    to    stay    the    night    .    and    ,        for    three    months    ,        that    was    what    benji    was    to    jason        ––––        everything    .

                but    ,        when    august    was    coming    to    an    end    ,        and    the    courts    had    finally    ,        finally    given    big    bud    dean    the    green    light    for    tearing    down    an    abandoned    warehouse    where    they    used    to    ship    out    hay    to    the    rest    of    the    country    ,        they    knew    there    wasn’t    a    way    to    keep    their    relationship    alive    .        it    wasn’t    to    say    that    they    didn’t    love    each    other    ,        because    they    did    .        they    were    young    and    in    love    .        but    keeping    a    gay    long    distance    relationship    steady    in    the    eighties    ,        when    one    person    moves    around    no    less    than    six    times    a    year        ?        it    wasn’t    salvageable    .        on    august    29th    ,        the    two    of    them    bought    castlevania    ii    :    simon’s    quest    ,        finished    it    the    same    day    .        they    went    to    phoenix    that    night    ,        got    high    and    went    rollerskating    ,        made    out    in    one    of    the    booths    where    no    one    could    see    them    ,        then    made    it    back    to    gilbert    at    two    am    .        benji    helped    him    finish    packing    his    clothes    .

                 well    ,        except    one    thing    .        a    trench    coat    ,        not    his    signature    black    one    ,        but    a    light    blue    one    ,        not    as    heavy    ,        very    lightweight    .        perfect    for    arizona    heat    .        jason    made    sure    he    left    that    one    behind    ,        snuck    it    into    benji’s    overnight    bag    with    a    smile    and    a    turquoise    necklace    in    the    left    pocket    .

                they    locked    eyes    as    the    car    pulled    away    from    the    rental    house    ,        jason’s    motorbike    in    the    trunk    ,        but    his    eyes    staring    out    the    passenger    mirror    ,        so    he    could    look    at    benji    as    they    drove    off    .        neither    of    them    cried    ,        no    ,        most    of    the    tears    were    saved    for    the    night    before    and    for    when    both    of    them    were    alone    .        it    was    an    amicable    break    up        ––––        a    breakup    that    let    them    still    have    a    piece    of    each    other’s    hearts    .        the    next    place    is    las    vegas    ,        for    a    little    while    ,        jason    debates    on    taking    his    bike    and    driving    the    five    hours    back    south    just    to    kiss    benji    one    last    time    .        but    the    day    he    decides    he’s    going    to    do    it    ,        big    bud    says    it’s    time    to    move    again    ,        and    then    they    go    to    boston    ,        then    miami    ,        seattle    ,        evansville    ,        sherwood    .

                it    would    take    four    years    for    the    two    of    them    to    be    reunited    again    .        veronica    and    jason    are    living    in    a    small    city    in    connecticut    called    meriden    .        it’s    the    perfect    halfway    point    between    their    schools        ––––        jason    was    going    to    columbia    university    for    music    ,        and    veronica    was    going    to    harvard    for    ancient    studies    and    an    education    degree    .        it    worked    out    nice    .        neither    of    you    necessarily    liked    connecticut        (    when    your    dad’s    business    was    stable    ,        you    lived    in    hartford    ,        so    it    wasn’t    horribly    unfamiliar    ,        but    it    brought    bad    memories    )    ,        and    you    both    decided    that    new    york    would    be    where    you    would    move    after    veronica    graduated    ,        since    she    would    be    doing    so    early    .

                but    the    point    is    ,        jason    went    to    college    in    new    york    ,        and    he    loved    it    .        for    the    first    time    in    his    life    ,        he    had    real    ,        genuine    friends    .        veronica    called    jason    ,        sebastian    ,        and    carey    the    terrible    trio    ,        because    they    were    just    that    .        always    fucking    around    ,        causing    chaos    because    why    not        ?        carey    was    fucking    batshit    ,        a    total    asshole    and    loud    as    fuck    ,        the    biggest    prankster    jason    had    ever    meant    .        sebastian    was    dry    humor    and    really    good    timing    ,        the    muscle    ,        an    absolute    giant    but    one    of    the    softest    people    he    had    ever    met    .        friends    ,        true    ,        genuine    friends    .

                columbia    is    where    jason    finds    benjamin    knott    again    ,        still    wearing    those    obnoxiously    loud    dress    shirts    ,        still    with    glasses    that    are    a    little    bit    too    bit    .        still    just    as    gorgeous    as    he    remembers    him    .        when    they    locked    eyes    ,        for    the    first    time    in    four    years    ,        they    both    cried    .        they    skipped    both    of    their    next    classes    ,        hanging    out    ,        hugging    each    other    so    fiercely    that    jason    was    afraid    one    of    them    might    get    hurt    .        against    all    odds    ,        they    were    in    each    others    lives    again    ,        and    this    time    ,        they    weren’t    going    to    let    each    other    go    .

                and    ,        really    ,        they    couldn’t    .        they    had    a    bond    that    couldn’t    be    broken    ,        and    it    only    grew    as    time    went    on    .        jason’s    friend    group    expanded    from    three    to    eight    in    a    matter    of    about    a    week    ,        including    himself    .        they    called    themselves    the    bachelor    party    ,        because    veronica    told    the    other    seven    about    how    sad    jason    was    at    the    idea    of    not    having    any    friends    so    he    couldn’t    have    his    own    bachelor    party    one    day    .        thus    ,        the    bachelor    party    was    born    .

                benji    is    jason’s    best    man    at    his    and    veronica’s    wedding    .        his    speech    brought    tears    to    everyone’s    eyes    ,        including    his    own    .        it    was    heart    wrenchingly    beautiful    ,        the    way    he    talked    about    the    boy    with    an    ash    covered    heart    ,        the    boy    he    knew    when    he    was    young    ,        and    who    that    boy    ended    up    becoming    .

                veronica    and    jason    couldn’t    have    children    naturally    .        as    a    trans    man    ,        it    would’ve    been    impossible    .        but    veronica    wasn’t    short    on    either    money    or    time    .        science    was    what    lead    them    to    have    their    first    born    daughter    ,        athena    celeste    sawyer    -    dean    .        the    day    that    she    was    born    ,        jason    got    two    new    members    into    his    family    .        his    daughter    ,        and    benji    ,        athena’s    god    father    .        the    two    of    them    were    linked    ,        forever    .        when    jason’s    son    ,        julian    gordon    sawyer    -    dean    ,        was    born    three    years    later    ,        benji    became    his    god    father    ,        too    .        and    when    benji    and    his    husband    ,        michael    bloomfield    ,        adopted    their    daughter    ,        bridget    ,        jason    became    her    god    father    .

                in    a    way    ,        benji    and    jason    are    definitely    soulmates    .        just    ,        maybe    not    in    a    traditional    way    .        everyone    can    have    multiple    .        veronica    is    the    love    of    jason’s    life    ,        the    reason    he    gets    out    of    bed    ,        his    holy    grail    .        but    benji    was    jason’s    first    love    .        and    without    him    ,        jason    wouldn’t    have    been    able    to    love    veronica    ,        or    anyone    .        he    put    the    foundation    down    for    jason    to    be    able    to    heal    ,        and    that’s    the    best    thing    he    could    have    ever    done    for    him    .