#Rare Golf Towel

[writergirlll]

Morning Cuddles (Rafe Cameron)

Well, if Rafe didn't have his "behavior disorder" as everyone says, I find him very cute. In my opinion, he would be the kind of guy who would indulge his girlfriend with absolutely anything she wanted. And so I thought of writing this.

Summary: Actually, the whole thing is completely plotless. Just imagine you and Rafe having a cuddly morning.

You shake slightly before opening your eyes fully. The sun from the window shines directly into your face and it only takes you a little while to realize where you are. At Tannihill. At Rafe's in the room.

You've been Rafe's girlfriend for quite some time now. More specifically, something like a year, and so far it's the best period of your life. Rafe is a really good boyfriend, he fully trusts you and will do anything for you. Even his parents are quite in love with you, although it didn't seem that way from the beginning, especially with Ward. Rose never saw you as anything more than a reassurance to Rafe, but Sarah and Wheezie loves you.

If you weren't in Rafe's room, you were with those two girls. After a few days of still hanging out with Rafe as friends, you became friends with Sarah and Wheezie. Actually thanks to them, you and Rafe are like girlfriend. They told you that he likes you because you didn't see it. And for that you are still grateful to them.

You turned to the other side of the bed to see that your boyfriend wasn't lying there like usual. It was normal that you spent almost every night at each other's house, so no one from the Camerons would be surprised if you were caught there.

You sighed as you looked forward to the lazy morning you rarely have and buried your head further into the pillow. Rafe is probably somewhere at work with Ward.. you thought and rubbed your eyes.

And just at that moment, the door to the bathroom, which was in the room, opened and Rafe stepped out wearing only a towel around his waist. "Good morning beautiful" he smiled, walking over to the bed and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Don't you want to come to me? Or do you have work to do again"? You asked sweetly, giving him the cutest look that always gets him.

"I wanted to go play golf with Top and Kelce..but that can wait a while" he finally said, changing into shorts and climbed into bed behind you.

He laid on his back and you rested your head on his bare chest, still wet from the morning shower, while his arms wrapped around your waist. His right hand that wasn't around you brushed a few strands of hair from your face and put them behind your ear while he stroked your back.

“How did you sleep?” he hummed, still in his morning voice that would knock you off your knees and you turned to him. “Pretty good but it would be better if I woke up and you were there” you whined and he laughed. "I know, but I promise I have the whole day off tomorrow, so we'll enjoy it together, huh"? he said and kissing the tip of your nose.

You nodded happily and he smiled again. God his smile... You slowly began to kiss his jaw until you reached the corners of his lips. When you wanted kiss his corners od his lips, he turned his head so you were already kissing his lips. It was a slow flowing kiss, but full of love. You are so glad you have Rafe. You wouldn't know what to do without him. And you love these mornings.

"Oh god.. I didn't need to see this" Sarah said as she unexpectedly entered the room and covered her eyes with her hand. You and Rafe pulled away from each other and Rafe rolled his eyes. “You act like you've never seen it” he said making you laugh because he was right. Sarah has flown into your room too many times to count.

"I just came to tell you that Rose made breakfast. So if you want to eat, come while there's still some left" Sar said before closing the door and leaving.

“Are you hungry?” Rafe asked you after Sarah left and you shook your head. You definitely didn't want to go anywhere or get up.

His hand lightly caressed the skin of your side under your pajamas and he looked at you. "That's good because..." he said, quickly removing his hand from your waist and flipping you under him . "We can continue what my sister interrupted," he said, and kissed you tenderly. His hands were on either side of your head and his legs were between yours so he wouldn't put all his weight on you. You smiled slightly and you happily kiss him back. You really like this idea.

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Bad Omens

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN I did originally have a different part planned to go first but I’ve decided to switch them around hence why this has taken me a little longer than I planned. This is gonna be a heavy one so please read with caution and look after yourselves. Anyone on the phone will be in bold.

TW:- mentions of divorce, car accidents, seizures, and abuse, mentions of ex’s and general hate

(Not my gif, credits to who made this)

On an average morning Mackenzie would wake up with Jacks arm draped across her small waist, his head resting comfortably above hers, hearing the soft snores and mumbling he tended to do as he slept. This morning however she woke up alone with her phone ringing out obnoxiously in the seemingly empty house. Reaching around to the nightstand, Mackenzie didn’t check who was calling and just answered, “he-hello?”. “Hey sweetheart” Mackenzie’s mom Angie replied. “Mom? Is everything alright?” Kenzie asked worriedly looking at the time and seeing it was 8:05 AM, meaning it was 7:05 AM back home. “Yes sweetie, Nerf and I are fine! Just thought I’d give you a call as I walked him before work” “awww how’s my little nerfie, give him a big cuddle from me” Kenzie giggled. Angie rolled her eyes, not that Kenzie could see it before huffing out “He was the worst and best thing I ever got you girls and he’s not little anymore Kenzie. He’ll be bigger than you soon.” Nerf was the family’s German shepherd, Angie was a nurse who often worked the night shift and she didn’t feel comfortable leaving two teenage girls alone in the house and so they decided to get Nerf as company when the girls were away for hockey matches and protection for when Angie wasn’t there. “That’s not exactly hard mom, I’m not exactly big.” Kenzie huffed rolling her eyes jokingly. After chatting to her mom for an hour catching up, Mackenzie wished her mom a good shift at work, exchanged I love you’s and Kenzie promised to tell Skylar that her mom loved her as well and hung up the phone.

Sitting up, stretching and climbing off the bed Mackenzie made it to the en-suite to shower. Whilst showering Mackenzie tried to rack her brain to figure out where Jack was, she tried to remember if he’d mentioned going anywhere last night but he didn’t. Mackenzie wasn’t worried, he was a 22 year old man he could go where he wanted and she felt comfortable enough in their relationship to not need to know where he was 24/7 however a heads up he was going out would have been nice. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her, Mackenzie walked to the sink to brush her teeth and started her summer makeup routine which consisted of tinted moisturiser, a small amount of concealer, waterproof mascara, a little blush and tinted chapstick. After spraying some body mist she ventured back into their bedroom to get dressed into denim shorts, a peachy brown crop top and white high tops. Finally making her way downstairs she saw Skylar sitting at the breakfast bar eating a bowl of fruit loops, “Hey Sky, where are the boys?” Kenzie asked her sister, roughing up Skylars hair as she passed. “Hey Kenz, erm Quinn said they were going out golfing.” Skylar replied not looking up from her bowl. “Oh ok, did they say when they’d be back?” Kenzie looked over her shoulder as she reached for a bowl. “No? Maybe lunch time?” Skylar replied nonchalantly. Mackenzie turned around to face her, “ok what’s up?” She asked quirking her eyebrow up at her sister. Skylar sighed before putting her spoon down, “You ever think about dad?”. Mackenzie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, their dad was a tough subject for the two and whilst Skylar was fairly open with people about the fact their dad left them and their mom back when they were little, Mackenzie never liked talking about it, you’d rarely hear Mackenzie even mention her dad.

“What about him?” Mackenzie asked. “I don’t know, like have you ever thought of what life would have been like had he given a shit about us? If he wasn’t an abusive asshole?” Skylar asked playing with her fingers. “Yeah I guess? I mean I’m glad he isn’t in my life, we’re better off without him. The only thing he ever gave me besides my life was my seizures. We have an amazing father figure in Kaylee’s dad.” Mackenzie replied walking around to hug Skylar from behind. “Yeah I guess, I just wish he would have actually gave a fuck about us. I mean we’re his damn daughters do we really mean that little to him? Why didn’t he want us?” Skylar asked with tears in her eyes, Mackenzie hugged her tighter “no no don’t say that sky, he’s a piece of shit. I can’t speak for him and tell you why. But I can tell you that he’s missed out on seeing the amazing woman you’re becoming, the amazing hockey player you’re becoming. I’m so lucky to call myself your big sister, I wouldn’t change you for the whole world. Fraser has been an amazing replacement dad to us and do you know what he would say if he was here instead of home in Nashville?” “What?” Skylar turned and replied. “He’d say “girllll why you crying? Why are you sat here crying instead of going out there and showing him you don’t need him. Show him how amazing you are without him.” Kenzie replied in a deep voice attempting to imitate Fraser. Skylar started laughing and soon Kenzie joined, “you’re so right, god I’m sorry kenz I know that it’s hard to talk about but thank you I needed that.” Kenzie turned Skylar so she was facing her, serious expression on her face before saying “yeah it sucks, but there’s no one I’d rather talk to about this than you. Sometimes we just need to remind ourselves of the things we have and not the things we don’t.” Kenzie walked back into the kitchen to make herself some cereal before joining Skylar again.

Lunchtime rolled around quicker than either girl expected, having spent the morning practicing their hockey a little in the backyard and changing to tan on the sun loungers in the midday sun. The boys arrived home just after one, dropping their bags in their rooms and venturing outside to find the girls. Jack came up behind Mackenzie leaning down to give her a kiss, smiling Mackenzie lifted her sunglasses to look at him. “Well hello there stranger? You kiss all your guests like that?” Mackenzie asked cheekily. Jack smirked “only the pretty ones” Mackenzie scoffed before putting her sunglasses back on. Jack walked around and sat on the spare lounger beside her, “how was golfing?” Kenzie asked staring out at the water. “Good, I beat Quinn this time. How was your morning beautiful?” Jack asked looking at the water as well. “It was good, spent some time with sky practicing.” Mackenzie replied choosing to leave the conversation about their dad. After catching up some more and tanning a little, Mackenzie looked up at the sky noticing how it was starting to cloud over. Thick black clouds were approaching them and the wind was starting to pick up which meant one thing, a thunder storm was approaching and quickly. Grabbing all their belongings and calling for the others to come in, they made it inside just as it started to rain. A bad omen is what Mackenzie thought.

As it was raining the group decided to play some card games before more people arrived, Kaylee and Trevor were due to fly in tomorrow night. Connecting his phone to the speaker Jack played his and Kenzie’s summer playlist, singing along as they set up cards against humanity. After a couple rounds they switched to Uno, which Jack wasn’t very good at causing Kenzie having to lean over and help him until he finally won a game. The evening was full of laughter and light teasing until Jack and Mackenzie decided to call it a night.

Jack and Mackenzie were laying on their bed, Kenzie’s head on his chest scrolling through Instagram she decided to make a post, asking jack to send over a picture of him golfing.

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Kenzie.Havener Summer Loving ☀️💛

Kay.Johnson dammmnn look at my hot bestie

Kenzie.Havener omg stopppp you’re gonna make me blush ☺️🫶🏼

jackhughes I love you ❤️

Kenzie.Havener 🥺 I love you ❤️

Trevorzegras I love you too @jackhughes

jackhughes I love you too buddy

_quinnhughes you look so happy to be golfing 😂😭

jackhughes bully me all you want I still won 😎

l_hughes06 I still don’t know how 🧐

Edwards.73 beats me

jackhughes what is this bully jack day? 🧐

Kenzie.Havener Isn’t that everyday? 😝

trevorzegras yeah basically 😂

Frey.Lodge YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL 😩🫶🏼

Kenzie.Havener THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🫶🏼

User1784 Jack deserves better than her

User1237 omg right? This is what I’ve been saying like who tf does she think she is?

User1790 the way she acts around other boys as well 🤢, like pick a boy and stick with them

User1784 right? No wonder her dad left her 😂 if that was my daughter I’d have disowned her as well

Kenzie sat up reading the comments shocked. This had never happened before, so why was it happening now. How did they know about her dad? What did they mean about her with other boys? Kenzie looked over to Jack who was still laying down scrolling through his phone before shutting it off looking at Kenzie and asking “why have I never met your dad?” Mackenzie was stunned, partly in shock from the comments and partly because this was the first time Jack had ever asked about her dad. Jack however sat looking at her expectantly, he was aware that there was issues considering Mackenzie had never mentioned her dad and when he visited Nashville it was just Kenzie, Skylar and their mom, but he assumed that he was busy or something. “What?” Mackenzie asked finally coming to her senses. “How come I’ve never met him? Are you ashamed of me? Embarrassed by me?” Jack was trying to find any form of excuse as to why Mackenzie wouldn’t want her boyfriend to meet her dad. Mackenzie was lost, she didn’t know what to say and yet she knew exactly what to say at the same time, “erm- I-I-I what?” Jack was getting frustrated “come on, there must be some reason. You’ve met all of my family why can’t I meet yours? Did your ex- boyfriends meet him?” “I-I I don’t — I can’t—“ Mackenzie was panicking there was so much to say but she couldn’t get it out. “WILL YOU JUST SAY SOMETHING” Jack yelled reaching up to run his hand through his hair, as he did so Mackenzie flinched away from him before whimpering “please don’t hit me.” Before Jack could get anything out Mackenzie was running out of the room down the stairs sobbing passing Quinn and Skylar before grabbing her keys and running outside in the rain. Just as she was pulling out of the drive way Jack came running down the porch steps, watching her speed off down the road.

With shaky hands Mackenzie called Kaylee from her cars hands free, “Heyyy Kenny-bear, How’s Michigan?” Kaylee asked before hearing her best friend crying “hey hey what’s wrong?” “J-jack.” Was all Kenzie said, “Kenz what about Jack? Is he ok?!” “He-he a-asked a-a-about d-d-dad, he-he g-got m-ad a-and ye-yelled at me” Mackenzie sobbed out, her hands were starting to tingle and her left leg was jolting sporadically, a sign she was going to have a seizure soon. “Oh kenz Im sorry, it’s ok. It’ll be ok, where are you?” Kaylee asked worriedly, “d-driving, my hands -a-are tingly” Kenzie replied trying to concentrate. “Kenzie I want you to pull over for me ok? You need to pull over, it’s not safe to drive close to a seizure” Kaylee replied, turning Kenzie on speaker phone and desperately trying to get a hold of Jack or Skylar, using life 360 to see where Kenzie was. “I’m sleepy Kay, my heads fuzzy.” “Kenzie pull over NOW!!” “I-I’ll pull over n-now” was the last thing Mackenzie said before all Kaylee could hear was crashing, tyres screeching, glass smashing and a car horn continuously beeping. “K-Kenzie can you hear me?” “Mackenzie?” “MACKENZIE” Kaylee screamed, alerting Freya and Maddy who were sitting in Mackenzie and Kaylee’s apartment in New Jersey. Running in they saw Kaylee sat on her bed, crying. “What happened?… KAYLEE WHAT HAPPENED?” Maddy shouted. “Kenzie, I was on the phone to her and I think she had a seizure whilst driving I heard crashing and she’s not answering me” Kaylee sobbed. “Omg ok, ok someone needs to call 911 and someone needs to call Jack or Skylar or LITERALLY ANYONE” Freya shouted. Maddy grabbing her phone called 911, looking at Kenzie’s location on Life360, Kaylee was sobbing trying to get a response out of Mackenzie. Whilst Freya went into the living room calling Jack.

Back in Michigan, Jack was sat in the living room explaining to Quinn and Skylar what had happened. “You’re an ass, you know that Jack Hughes. The reason you haven’t met our dad is because he’s not around, we last saw him when I was 2 and Kenzie was 4. He was an abusive asshole, he doesn’t give a shit about us and never has, the only real father figure we have is Kaylee’s. It’s not because she doesn’t want you to meet him, it’s because you can’t, we don’t know where he is and even if we did HE DOESNT WANT US.” Skylar screamed before leaving the room sobbing. Jack sighed looking over at Quinn, “I’ve truly fucked this up haven’t I? She’s never gonna forgive me. God I’m such a dick, why did I yell at her, I wasn’t gonna hit her I-I-I’d never hit her!!.” Jack cried. Quinn got up and put his arm around his younger brother, “Just give her some time to clear her head, don’t force her to tell you everything. Clearly it’s a sore subject for both of them, just be supportive, be there for her. Not every person in America has their dad in their lives Jack.” Before Jack could reply his phone started ringing, looking down he say Freya was calling him. Confused he answers “hello?” “Jack… Jack thank god” Freya spoke sounding breathless “Freya? What’s going on? Is everything ok?” Jack was growing more and more concerned. “No-no Jack it’s Mackenzie!! There’s been an accident” Freya answered crying, Jack shot to stand up, looking at Quinn with wide eyes. Quinn titled his head, his own concern growing at his brothers reaction. “What-what do you mean an accident?” “She was driving on the phone to Kaylee, Kaylee thinks she had a seizure and crashed. She’s not responding, we’ve called 911 and I’ve sent you her location. Please-please go go look after our girl” “FUCK NOOO ITS ALL MY FAULT” Jack was tearing up, running to put his shoes on as Quinn followed Skylar running down and following close behind as well, grabbing his keys he guided Jack and Skylar to his car, driving as quick and as safely as he could to the address Freya had sent. They got there in 15 minutes the longest 15 minutes of their lives. What they saw. None of them could have prepared for a two car crash. A bad crash. Mackenzie’s car was front ended in a tree, and another flipped on its roof near by. Ambulances, police and fire engines everywhere. Quinn turned Skylar’s shaking form into his chest, hand shielding her face away from the scene. Jacks heart sunk when he saw a stretcher with a body bag being wheeled into an ambulance, he wasn’t sure who it was but he was suddenly over come with nausea , whispering “Mackenzie please no, not her, please not her” out for the wind to carry wherever it wished as tears rolled down his cheeks.

[pridewon]

@devilbringer​ said:  [ STRAY ] :  sender&receiver stop on the street to help a stray animal .   sakuatsu and its rare when atsumu sees kiyoomi take care of strays​ (scenarios)

There are scenes in life Atsumu doesn’t really expect to see. Kita-san letting loose at a karaoke is one of them. Aran-kun leaving volleyball to play golf is another. Samu going on a hunger strike would be a third. And Atsumu had never really considered what he would probably never get to see Kiyoomi do, but if he had to venture a guess now, in retrospect? 

Yeah, seeing Sakusa Kiyoomi, clean freak extraordinaire, approach a stray animal of his own volition, would probably be near the top of the list. 

It had started with a faint sound in the distance; hey, Omi-kun, didn’t you hear somethin’? Naturally, Kiyoomi’s first reaction had been to frown and say that no, they hadn’t heard anything, and that Atsumu must have been daydreaming, or tired. Not an outlandish assumption after a long day of practice, that culminated in the two of them deciding to walk home rather than take the bus. At the peak of summer, taking a stroll down the refreshing currents of the river as the sun dipped down and painted the skies crimson on the horizon felt like a much more enjoyable option than trapping themselves into a driving tin can. 

Some might even call it romantic. Ha. 

Ha, is exactly the face Atsumu makes when he persists in his investigation, and finds, hauled up behind a bench, a meowing little furball. Ha? Is exactly the face Atsumu makes, when Kiyoomi (more or less reluctantly) joins him, contemplates the poor kitten (drenched in water and shaking - had it fallen into the river and miraculously climbed back up?), and kneels down next to it.

... well, that’s new.  That’s new, because animals aren’t the cleanest to begin with. Strays? Definitely not the cleanest. And yet, Atsumu scrutinises and scrutinises and his attention has left the kitten to focus entirely on this brand new side of Kiyoomi he had apparently never suspected, and decides that this is a very interesting little wonder. 

“We should probably get ‘im to the vet, right?” Atsumu finally offers, helpfully, for once. And, because two miracles never happen without a third: he pulls a towel from his bag and hands it to his (favourite) hitter, with the smile of someone who has just seen something really interesting, and are going to talk about it for days on end. 

“There. Be easier t’carry than with yer bare hands, and I’m pretty sure not even you would carry gloves in this weather.”

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More on the traitor

Trump started the January 6/2021 insurrection. There is a lot to say about it but I'll brief. Trump wanted to stay in power. He wanted to be a dictator. His followers did his biddening and a lot of them are paying for it which they should! Hope Trump gets the book thrown at him when and if he ever goes to trial for it! Truly the worst thing he did as president. Some of his lawyers and followesr still call him President! He isn't and should not be! I don't even want to refer to him as A former president! He cheated on all his wives. Melonia, I believe, married him for money. She hated being the First Lady and purposly did a horrible job at it! Doesn't live in the same house as Trump. She is rarely seen with him! Melonia hates him! Loves their son Barron and she will do everything she can to make sure Baron is not screwed over by Trump! Trump is a cult leader of his followers and supporters! I have family members who adore Trump! It makes me sick! Trump tried to flush documents down White House toilets! He says he is 6 ' 3 and weighs only 215! He's more like 315! He is a slob! Cheats at gokf, every time he p!ays! Tried to cheat as golf the time he played Tiger Woods! Tiger caught him! Created space force and I have no idea what they do or if this is a real thing ! Rarely wire A mask during the pandemic. Hated wearing be mask because bit messed up his orange make up! Said he would get rid of Obama care! It never happened and he said his plan would be bigger and better! I'm still waiting! Wears adult diapers. Can't control his bowels because if his drug use in the 1980s! There is videos of the stinky guy farting and you can see people like Mike Pence, have that face of someone smelling A fart! With the border, Trump said he built A whole wall and nobody could get through or over it in truth Trump built only 50 miles of the wall and most of it was replacing old parts of the wall. Trump had used cheap martial. Less then a year the wall was falling apart ! In some parts the walk was rotting away! Some spots were cut through, multiple tines, even after being fixed! The material was cheap and a person could buy cheap tools to get through the fence! Oh brother! Trumpnhad more illegal immigrants cross the border then any modern president in history! Same with drugs! Trump has no idea that drugs come from all over the world! Not all gets in the country! Thanks to border patrol and drug agents at airports. For example! Not all drugs come from Mexico! Same with illegal immigrants! There are some who try to get in the States, by trying to use illegal papers! Those people are sent back to their country, right away! Agents go through so much stuff and do find lots of illegal drugs! Don't forget, there are a lot of people who make illegal drugs in drug houses! Trump banned Muslims from entering the United States! He doesn't believe in global warming! He told California people to rake their forests, after he refused to send money to California after terrible fires! Went to Puerto Rico after a hurricane and threw people paper towels! Puerto Rico suffered badly after a hurricane and suffered more because Trump refuse to send them aid money! He took a sharper to a map directing a hurricane towards Alabama when it wasn't going that way! Scaring the crap out of Alabama residents! Trump loved to say when a hurricane was going to happen, he would be the wetest Hurricane we'd ever seen! Said he never heard the word caravan until one was heading to the States from Central and Southern America! Then he said their was criminals and terrorists in the middle of the caravan! Totaly untrue! Said he would never have a company leave the USA to go to another country! Bull! Said that companies were coming back to the USA after he did the Chinese tariff deal! Not! Hates wind bines because a wind farm was built near one of his golf courses and lowered the property value! Unbelievable! It makes me sick knowing, there are people can't take off the blinders to see the truth will vote for Trump for President! For me it's Biden all the way!

[esoutherngolf]

2023 World Amateur

Golfers From 50 States 17 Countries Prepare to Descend on Myrtle Beach for the 40th Annual World Amateur Handicap Championship Golf’s premier recreational amateur tournament is preparing to celebrate a milestone anniversary, and 3,260 players from all 50 states and 17 countries are descending on Myrtle Beach for an event that is equal parts competition and camaraderie. The 40th annual PlayGolfMyrtleBeach.com World Amateur Handicap Championship, a 72-hole, net stroke play event, will be played August 28 through September 1 along Myrtle Beach’s Grand Strand. The inaugural World Am was played in hopes of filling what had been a slow week in Myrtle Beach’s tourism calendar in 1984, and from those humble origins, the tournament has grown into an international event. From hurricanes and power outages to giving away golf course condos and Paula Morton holing out from 70 yards to claim the mantle of World Champion, the World Am has seen a little bit of everything over the years. “The PlayGolfMyrtleBeach.com World Amateur Handicap is a one-of-a-kind event, and we are looking forward to celebrating Year 40,” tournament director Scott Tomasello said. “This event is always a celebration of the game and the people who love it, which will certainly be the case this year. More than 3,200 golfers from across the globe are coming to Myrtle Beach, and we look forward to providing an unforgettable experience on and off the course.” The World Am, which has been called the “Every Man’s Major,” allows regular golfers, who are flighted by age, gender and handicap, the rare opportunity to compete over 72 holes, with flight winners advancing to the World Championship Playoff at the Grande Dunes Resort Course. Highlighting the World Am’s broad appeal, there are players as old as 90 and as young as 16 registered for the 2023 tournament, while Portugal and Canada lead the nations sending international participants. The average handicap for tournament players is 11.8, and 50 of Myrtle Beach’s best courses will host the tournament. The World Am flights players into 11 divisions – men 49 and under, senior men (50-59), mid-senior men (60-69), super senior men (70-79), seasoned seniors (80+), women (59 and under), senior women (60+), the gross division, senior (50+) gross division, mid-senior (60+) gross division and women’s gross division. There is also a “Just For Fun” flight, created for players who want to enjoy the World Am experience without the pressure of competition. After four days of tournament play, all flight winners will compete for the right to be crowned “World Champion” at the Grande Dunes Resort Course on Friday, September 1. While the competition initially lures players to the tournament, it’s only part of what keeps them coming back. At the heart of the World Am’s appeal is the camaraderie among its participants, and much of that kinship is fostered at the World’s Largest 19th Hole. Each night of the event, the 19th Hole takes over all 120,000 square feet of the Myrtle Beach Convention Center, providing participants with free food and drinks, live entertainment, celebrity guest appearances, a golf expo, and more. Among the big names that have appeared at the 19th Hole in recent years are David Feherty, Brandel Chamblee, Charlie Rymer, and John Daly. Players also receive a gift bag that includes a polo, pullover, golf towel, logo’d hat, PGA Tour Superstore gift card and an assortment of other goodies valued cumulatively at $250. For more information, please visit MyrtleBeachWorldAmateur.com.   Read the full article

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[hollandsfavbabe]

Spider Terror

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

synopsis: in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

warnings: a very fast spider, none

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

a/n: this was inspired by a real life event that happened a few days ago. this spider was chilling in my shower and it scared me so bad and my family asked if they could come in to help me, but i was completely naked so i had to deal with it by myself and i had to kill it :( i usually try to let those guys out if they’re wandering around. anyways, enjoy!

For once, it was a quiet day in the Holland home. Though rare, they did come about every now and then when the majority were out doing various activities and only a few remained. You and Tom were visiting his parents, both of you having a few much needed days off of work to rest. His parents were glad to have you and as always his brothers absolutely adored you, especially Paddy (you had been his longtime favorite actress). Used to the chaos of the Holland home, you were over often. Though functional, the Hollands were like any big family; a little bit wild. They were rowdy, loud, and extremely competitive even outside of family game night when it came to small things like who cooked the best dinner. You didn’t mind it, in fact you loved it. The only reason for the lack of noise  in the house at the moment was because most of the Hollands were out for the day; Tom’s parents were with their friends at a couples golfing event, Paddy was off at school wishing he didn’t have to enrich his brain with so much knowledge, and you weren’t actually sure what the twins were away doing, only that they would have plenty of fun. That left you and your boyfriend alone to do whatever you wanted which, of course, meant getting loads of rest. You had spent the greater part of the day cuddled up in bed, watching movies and eating junk food that you agreed not to tell your trainers about. Tom had given a great deal of thought about taking you to couple’s golfing, thinking it the perfect opportunity for you to bond with his parents and to show off his golfing skills, but after neither of you could be bothered to wake up anytime before noon, he gave it up and promised to bring you another time. Anything else besides laying about would have taken too much energy. Currently you were relaxing downstairs on the sofa as you waited for your boyfriend to finish his shower so you could continue watching your show together. All seemed to be going well as the running water switched off upstairs and you heard the bathroom door open as Tom’s footsteps sounded towards his childhood bedroom you were sharing. Nothing out of the normal until you heard it, a scream from upstairs. Startled, you immediately jumped to your feet and ran up the stairs to his room to investigate, worried your boyfriend could be seriously harmed. “Tom?!” You called as you made your way up the stairs, alarmed. “Y/n! Hurry! Come help me!” he shouted as you quickened your pace. Once in front of the bedroom you pushed open the old creaky door expecting to see a bleeding out Tom in the floor. Instead you caught sight of your boyfriend on top of his old desk, wearing nothing but his towel around his waist as his wet hair dripped to the floor. If it wasn’t for the terrified look on his face, you would have been dying laughing, but you bit your bottom lip to hold it in. “What’s wrong?” you asked, stepping into the room. Tom’s eyes widened, looking down at the carpet that covers the floor. “There’s a spider, just there!” he exclaimed, pointing to the ground on the other side of his bed, the side you couldn’t see, the side closest to him. You almost died again at the irony. This time you released a small giggle and you started making your way to the other side. “So Spider-Man is afraid of a little spider.” you teased. “Honestly Tom, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just get a cup and some pap- OH MY GOD!” “See?!” Tom exclaimed. You saw the spider he was talking about and understood his fear. It wasn’t a tiny one like you had imagined, but decently sized. Not quite as big as a tarantula, but midway between one of them and a regular house spider. You gulped. “Okay,” you whimpered, losing all of your confidence, but not yet your courage. You neared the spider, thinking aloud your plan to his boy friend. “A cup will still work. I just need to get the one in the bathroom.” You took a step back, heading towards the door while keeping a close eye on the spider. It slowly turned as if to look at you and without any warning it started walking towards you at the quick spontaneous pace spiders go at. You screamed. “Tom!” you yelled as you raced over to him, jumping into the bed and then to the desk he was crouched on, already too small for one person. Regardless of the space on the desk, he reached for you and helped you up, wrapping his arms around you to hold you steady as you both looked down upon your enemy who had stopped crawling. “I told you.” he half scolded as you rambled out an apology. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” You buried your face into Tom’s chest, briefly forgetting that he had nothing on until you smelled his aftershave. “You smell good.” You complimented, calmed by his scent. “Y/n, there’s still a spider.” he reminded you, your head jerking away immediately as a serious look overtook your face. “Right, sorry.” You two tried to plan something, anything to escape the spider, but nothing you came up with seemed like it would work. “We’re just going to have to sit this out.” you decided as Tom nodded. “I’m afraid you’re right.” You two adjusted positions on the desk, making the most of the limited space and hoping another Holland would arrive home soon. Just to your luck, you heard the front door open as Harry called through the door. “Tom? Y/n?” He was looking for you. “In here!” “We’re up in the bedroom!” You and Tom shouted for him, listening to his steps as he made his way to you both. You saw curly hair peak through the door as he walked in and stared at you two in confusion. “We’re being held hostage!” you exclaimed. Tom pointed down at the arachnid, exclaiming, “Look!” Harry moved to the other side of the bed as you had and shook his head laughing as he neared the very thing preventing you from leaving. You and Tom shouted at him, warning him to not go near it, but we’re shocked as he ignored you and grasped it between his thumb and index finger. “You’re both terrified over a piece of lint!” he laughed, but instead of grinning you and Tom looked at each other with wide eyes. “If that’s not the spider-“ you started. “-where did it go?” Tom finished. It was then that Harry let out a squeal and surprised you and Tom by jumping onto the desk with you, clearing finding the spider as it crawled out from under the bed. You dodged him, ducking into Tom’s lap as he curled into a little ball on the desk. “It’s going to get me!” he yelled as you pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head. “What are we going to do now? He was our shot at getting out of here.” you stated as Tom nodded. “I know, love. We’ll just have to wait for the next one.” And so you did, waited and after half an hour, the next Holland returned. This time it was Sam who called, wondering where Harry had gone. “In here!” You all called as he entered the scene, taken aback by all of you. “What are you doing? And Tom, why are you naked?” he asked. “I’ve got a towel on mate,” Tom responded, annoyed. “And never mind that, we’ve got a real problem on our hands.” You thought about it and tilted your head, looking back at him to disagree. “No, actually that’s a good question. Why wasn’t Harry more stunned about that?” You asked as you and Tom both turned to Harry who shrugged. “I travel with the both of you. I’ve learned just to accept, not ask.” “Seriously, what the bloody hell are you doing?” Sam asked, turning the conversation back. As if sensing him, the spider you had been watching crawled over to him and Sam immediately jumped up, making a bee line towards the desk and sliding into Harry’s lap, much to the other twin’s dismay. “Oi! Get your own spot!” Harry shouted, only to realize there was not any room left with the four of him. There was barely enough as it was. The only way for Sam to avoid the spider was to hid in the safety of his brother’s lap. You groaned and looked back to Tom. “When do your parents get home?” you asked, hoping it would be soon. Tom frowned, trying to comfort you by lightly kissed your cheek before breaking the news. “Not for another hour, at least.” You and the twins groaned, all three of you accepting your fate, to sit upon the desk. “Now that we’re stuck here, I think we should have sharing time. Tom you start, seriously, why are you naked?” Sam asked again. Almost an hour and a half had passed and finally, the four of you felt relief as the Holland parents walked through the door. “Boys! Come on out for dinner! You too y/n!” Nicki called. You all yelled for her and in response she and Dom both made their way to your hiding place. “Oh goodness!“ Nicki exclaimed at the sight of all of you packed on one tiny desk. “What’s going on in here?” Dom asked as all four of you rushed to explain at the same time, talking over each other while and not daring to move from the desk. They couldn’t understand what you were all on about. Nicki walked forward. “Alright, one at a time,” she started before noticing what you were all on about. The spider inched towards her. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the box on Tom’s night stand and laid it over the creature, picking it up and throwing it in the bin without another word as her eyes went back to the lot of you. “Now, who’s going first?.” Your jaws all dropped.

[aliwritesfic]

The Night Shift (pt 6) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: Frankie has taken the job as the overnight cook at Lou’s Diner, where you work as the overnight waitress. Attraction slowly grows between you, despite both your best efforts.

Part 5 Part 7

Frankie woke almost eighteen hours later, feeling like he had spent the night drinking. The pills, when he rarely took them, often made him feel like this, like he was on the brink of either being violently sick or dead. 

He sat up slowly, head pounding and throat dry. He was glad he had every second Friday night off - the thought of going into the diner feeling like this made him shudder. He dragged himself to the kitchen and downed so much water his stomach became an ocean.

It took a half-hour shower to wake up completely, the hot water slowly working its way into his muscles. It took him even longer to get dressed after, preferring to simply sit on the edge of his bed in his towel.

He held his phone in his hand, scrolling through the missed calls and texts. A few from Benny and Will, a couple of missed calls from Santi, who he knew would be on his doorstep soon if he didn’t call back, and one from June. He lingered on the message screen, reading the message four times before typing out a response.

Sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, I feel like I’ve been asleep for 100 years. But I’ll still be there on Sunday.

He wasted no time calling Santi back, knowing the longer he left it the more worried his brother would be.

“Asshole! Why haven’t you been picking up?”

Frankie cringed. “I’ve been sleeping.”

“For a day? Are you fucking serious?”

“I was tired.” Frankie wasn’t lying - his attacks left him exhausted. Physically and emotionally. 

Santiago must have heard something in Frankie’s voice; defeat or maybe dejection. “You okay, Fish?”

“I-” Did he really want to answer that? He knew if he told Santiago about the night terrors, the phantom pains, it would open a whole can of worms that Frankie would like to keep a lid on for now. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Santi hummed, and Frankie could picture him. Probably pulled over on the side of the road, truck still running, internally debating whether to press further. “Alright,” he eventually said, “let me know if that changes?”

“I will,” Frankie said, then eager for a change in subject, “what did you call for earlier?”

“Right! Redfly is gonna be in town next weekend, we’re all going golfing.”

“Golfing?” Frankie couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a day.

Santi made a small noise on the other end. “It’s not that bad. I promise we can drink.”

“Whatever. You’re going to turn me into an alcoholic.”

Santi laughed and hung up, telling Frankie that he’d see him on the weekend and that he may also have an overnight security job coming up. Big money, little work. It was the kind of thing that meant he wouldn’t have to check his bank account when buying something for the next half year. His savings account was starting to look a little thin again - not enough to spark panic but enough that he knew if he didn’t do something it would, sooner rather than later.

He settled down on the couch, a bowl of cereal resting precariously on his stomach and began to channel surf, eventually landing on some weird fish show. He didn’t realise Benny had broken in until he was sitting next to him. Benny gave Frankie a small nod, an I’m here if you need to talk, type of nod. The first time this had happened, Frankie had almost had a heart attack. Now, he was used to it.

They sat in silence for almost an hour, Benny snacking on a bag of sour cream and onion chips from the pantry. 

“You ever have trouble sleeping?” Frankie asked after a while. Benny shrugged.

“Sometimes. I’ll have a few months without issue then it’ll be a week straight of not sleeping no matter how tired I am.” Benny crumpled the now empty bag. It was strange; Benny seemed like the most immature of the group, but somehow the easiest to talk to about this kind of shit. Maybe it was because out of all the boys, Benny was the only one who admitted he wasn’t fucking okay on more than one occasion. 

“You feeling like that, Fish?”

“Kind of,” Frankie admitted. “I uh- I don’t know. Last night I just . . .”

Benny nodded in understanding. They lapsed into silence again, Benny happy to wait until Frankie was comfortable and happy to say nothing if Frankie decided to say nothing more on the matter.

It wasn’t long though before Benny was snoring on the couch and Frankie was left alone with his thoughts again. Though Frankie usually preferred the solitude of his own company, it was nice having Benny there. Sometimes being alone with someone, even if that someone was currently snoring louder than a jackhammer, was better than being truly alone.

~

You frowned at your reflection, trying to decide if the lipstick was too much. It was only a few shades darker than your natural lip shade, barely noticeable if no one looked too hard . . . you sucked in a breath and applied it. It wasn’t a crime to want to look nice, right?

Right?

You stepped out of the bedroom, grabbing your jacket off the couch where it lay next to Ethan.

“Why are you wearing lipstick?”

Of course, it wouldn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I just wanted to look nice,” you shrugged and grabbed your apartment keys.

“You always look nice, I don’t know what you need to wear makeup for,” he grumbled.

“Manny always looks good, I just wanted to try to step up to his level.” It wasn’t a whole lie, but it also wasn’t the whole truth. 

“That’s kind of stupid but whatever makes you happy,” he turned back to the tv. You left it alone, glad to avoid an argument before you left. You still had yet to tell him about Frankie; even though logically, truthfully, there was nothing to tell. But you knew Ethan, and you knew how he would react if he found out that not only were you spending time outside of work with a guy Ethan didn’t even really know existed.

Did this constitute cheating, you wondered as you locked the apartment door behind you, does this mean you’re a shitty person? You were sure at least that it made you a liar and a hypocrite. But even with those thoughts in your head, even knowing that this kind of thing was crossing boundaries that Ethan would not be okay with, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Part of you felt like you should turn around, fake an illness, apologise to the only person in the world left who could love you, and start looking for a new job. Maybe one in a bakery.

A bigger part of you felt like you had passed the point of no return the moment you had decided that you wanted to be friends with someone you shouldn’t. This didn’t make you a bad person, you rationalised, it simply made you human. 

You fiddled with your necklace as you walked to the cafe, breathing slowly and bringing yourself down from the edge of a meltdown. Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance.

“Tell me I’m not a bad person,” was how you greeted Manny, sliding into the booth next to him. Manny looked up from his phone with a raised brow.

“What’s brought this on?” 

“I’ve got a lot of feelings rattling in my head.”

“Don’t we all, babe. Seriously though, you’re a good person, why would you think you’re not?”

You glanced around the cafe, making sure Frankie wasn’t there yet, and leaned in close to Manny. “I wasn’t completely honest with Ethan.” Manny gave you a look that allowed you to go on. “I told him it was just you and me today - you know what he’s like. If he knew someone else he didn’t know was coming he’d blow his top.”

“You know how to deal with this?”

“Don’t say to break-”

“Break up with him.”

You scoffed, “that’s easy for you to say.”

“What’s easy for him to say?”

Frankie sat down opposite you, pulling his rain spotted jacked off and draping it over the empty chair beside him.

“Something stupid,” you said. “How’re you feeling?”

Frankie shrugged. “Tired,” he admitted. 

“Well you look fantastic,” Manny said. He was right - you couldn’t escape noticing how he still looked good with dark circles under his slightly bloodshot eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly at Manny’s comment, eyes crinkling.

The waitress set down a platter of “wild style” fries (which were just regular fries covered in cheese and bacon) and you pulled your phone out, setting your gaze on Frankie. “Do you have a friend named Benny?”

Frankie almost choked on his drink, turning red in the face. “Y-yes, why? What’s he done?”

You snorted and handed your phone across, open to the text log between you and Benny that had occurred on Saturday night. “He wants me to make you cookies.”

“I’m so sorry,” Frankie muttered, scrolling through the messages. It had started at around three in the moring, your phone buzzing with a text from an unknown number.

U work with fish?

You had stared at the message for several minutes, trying to decipher what the fuck it meant, and more importantly, trying to decide if you should reply at all. Eventually you did, because it was three am and you were bored.

I work more with poultry and red meat.

And then

Who is this? How did you get my number?

It took another minute for the reply to come through, the entire time your hands had been clammy with anticipation. 

Soz shouldve led with that. im benny frankie’s best friend, i call him fish……he doesnt have a passcode on his fone lol

You calmed down a little after that. Surely someone Frankie was friends with wasn’t a crazy psycho murderer. You glanced behind you, the bedroom door was open and Ethan’s sleeping form was barely visible in the darkness.

Prove it

A few moments later, a picture filled your screen. It was of a familiar-looking dark blonde man with an impish grin on his face, and Frankie in the back, his eyes closed and mouth open. Clearly asleep, or dead if you were feeling pessimistic. 

You weren’t feeling pessimistic though, and the picture almost made you laugh out loud. A second message came through.

Hes to shy to ask but he wants more cookies or maybe some mufins but with lots of choc

“So,” you said to Frankie after he handed your phone back, “cookies or muffins?”

“He’s a nuisance, I’m so, so sorry.” Frankie scrubbed a hand over his still red face. You gave your phone to Manny, who began to laugh as he read through. 

“I don’t mind,” you said. Benny was now saved in your phone as Frankie’s friend. “Is he asking for you or himself?”

“Himself,” Frankie confirmed your suspicions. “I’ll have a talk with him about boundaries.”

“Is he allergic to anything?”

Frankie looked taken aback. “You’re going to actually make something for him?”

You nodded. “Why not? It’s nice when someone likes my baking enough to come back for more.”

“I’d come back for more but I’m ceoliac,” Manny said defensively. You patted him affectionately on the hand, taking a long drink of your mimosa. Already the alcohol was making your head feel a little fuzzy. You drank some more, half listening to Manny as he gossiped about some of the teachers from the school he taught at. It was your favourite kind of gossip - the kind that didn’t directly involve you. 

You were happy that Manny was the kind of person to take charge in a conversation, happy that he was the kind of person that would fill the silence.

You glanced over at Frankie to find him already looking at you. You met his eyes and found yourself unable to be the one to break the contact. Everything else faded away, until it was just you and him. Your throat felt dry, your stomach backflipped. If this was wrong, you didn’t wanna be right. You never wanted to look away.

This is bad. This is really bad.

tagging: @maievdenoir@luvmeijii@phandoz@you-got-me-starry-eyed@sunnshineeexoxo

[travellvogue]

Fluff Alphabet- Anthony Joshua

A= ATTRACTIVE, well it’s pretty obvious that you were attracted to him straight away (look at him), but AJ can hand-on-heart say that the second he saw you he knew that you were different, it’s like his heart was telling him you’re the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with

B= BABYGIRL, he’s not really one to use all the soppy cringy nicknames, but he likes the way you get all giggly and shy when he calls you ‘baby girl’ every now and then

C= CUDDLE, he can effortlessly give the best cuddles, his large frame and strong arms making him your own little climbing frame to get comfy and snuggle in to 

D= DATES, you’re quite regular with the dates, whether it’s just a candlelit dinner at home together or something fun like crazy golf or the arcade 

E= EVERYTHING,even the ‘annoying’ things you do- like leaving mugs in the sink too long so they stain around the bottom, hanging your towel wrong so it doesn’t dry properly- none of it matters to him, if anything they make you even more lovable, he truly loves everything about you

F= FAMILY, family means absolutely everything to him so he’s beyond thankful that you fit into the family so well, his mum absolutely adoring you and always wanting to be around you

G= GENTLE, despite the sheer size of the man, he’s the most gentle human being when it comes to you, he’ll always make sure to be super soft with you as he’s aware that putting an arm around you could feel like a bag of bricks resting on your shoulder

H= HUMOUR, you’re always laughing together, he loves that you’re not afraid to give it as good as you get. never getting offended by his dry sense of humour and you’ll both happily tease each other without the fear of the other getting moody about it

I= I MISS YOU, it’s not often that you’re away from each other for long periods of time, but when you are you definitely struggle without having him by your side so you’re always on the phone to each other or texting just to make the distance feel a little smaller

J= JEALOUSY, both of you will very rarely get jealous, you have enough trust in each other to know you’d never even have a reason to feel an ounce of jealousy

K= KISS, you’d never known addiction like it, you just want to kiss him all the time, every time you look at him or every second he’s in the room you just want to have him close and snog his little face off

L= LOVE, the two of you fell in love with each other very quickly, to the point where you didn’t even ask one another if you were ‘official’ or exclusive’ you literally just became boyfriend and girlfriend without even discussing it 

M= MEMORIES, watching him in any boxing match has to be your favourite memories, just the pure sense of pride you feel watching him do what he loves is unmatched

N= NICKEL (buying things), that’s his love language, even though he knows you hate it when he spends money on you, he loves buying you little things or ordering you something cos he remembers you saying you liked it, or a ‘just because’ gift

O= OBSESSIONS, you’re obsessed with his smile, your heart just melts every time he smiles, unable to stop yourself from smiling along with him P= PET NAMES, he’s not one to use pet names, but his favourite is calling you ‘love’ or ‘lover’ 

Q= QUEEN, you really are one of the most important people in his life, he treats you like your royalty and he knows that will never change

R= RELATIONSHIP, for him, he knows this is it, you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, he knows he could never love anyone the way he loves you

S= SAD, sometimes he’s not that good with emotions, but when you’re sad he knows you feel safe in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and sharing his warmth

T= TOUCHY, never in public, but when the two of you are at home your hands are constantly on each other, whether it’s his hand on your thigh or your fingers tracing patterns along his arms

U= UNCONDITIONAL, the word ‘unconditional’ had so much more meaning when he fell in love with you, through it all- the good and the bad- he knows you’ll always have each other

V= VOICE, his voice can turn you on, make you laugh, send you to sleep- and he knows that, he knows that you find comfort in his words whether their filthy or comforting, either way you use it to your advantage

W= WEDDING, a ‘typical’ wedding isn’t necessarily something you care about, as long as you get to call him your husband neither of you care how you actually tie the knot

X= XYLOPHONE (your song)- Eye of the Tiger, you’d first started playing it through your phone as a joke every time you’d join him at training, but now it’s become the song he listens to when he misses you, before a fight, when he wants to make you smile

Y= YOU, you know every part of him, every emotion, every expression, every secret, every good and every bad. And because of that he knows you’ll stick by his side no matter what

Z= Zzz, sleep next to him is like having your own pregnancy pillow to snuggle up to every night, he’s your own personal giant teddy bear

[a-lil-perspective]

The Bad Batch and Random Fears/Dislikes

We are still trying to manifest lighthearted vibes around here so have some random, obscure, and what I find to be hilarious dislikes the boys might have. These aren’t meant to be taken seriously, just have fun with the randomness. Let me know if you agree with some of these; I’m curious. XD Sorry, I didn’t include Echo for this one.

Tech: Sinkholes, misinformation, cricket, sand, chalk/chalk boards, milkshakes, capitalism, alcohol, laggy software, Crosshair’s attitude, adhesive, aftershave, dress slacks, team jerseys, satchels, condiments, curly fries, Levi’s, ice, folding chairs, wooden boxes, paper cuts, magicians, public restrooms, parrots, hair fringe, plastic fillers, aluminum, pens with caps, ball caps, key smashing, incense, composition notebooks, warts, body scrubs, umbrellas, trucks, commercials, plagues, fevers, hi-tops, socks, Wrecker’s snoring, coasters, toasters, piercings.

Crosshair: Butterflies, elevators, crocs (either kind), fluorescent lights, thorns, bees, khakis, decaf, cold showers, philosophy, gashes, cracked tile, asking for directions, waterfalls, tumblers, ducks, the smell of antiseptic, hair in food, ponchos, frogs, conveyor belts, lightning, static, snow, crumpled paper, condensation, finger smudges, socks with sandals, recycling, sharpies, plaid, last paper towel on the roll, the color mustard, licking envelopes, scrunchies, high-waisted ANYTHING, clammy skin, capris, neon, trampolines, waiting rooms, golf, vortexes, China dolls, polos, tinsel, pogo sticks, snakes, crossbody bags.

Wrecker: Dental floss, automatic doors, ripped jeans, spiders, dust mites, roller coasters, extreme heat, artificial grass, bridges, boats, ladders, skeletons, balloons, clowns, buttons, ceramics, book coverings, cursive, rare steak, opening a can of biscuits (those mfs are SCARY when they pop), chili peppers, poison ivy, Venus Flytraps, propellers, broken crayons, sea urchins, clam shells, thunder, bruises, mold, Worcestershire sauce, rodeo bull simulators, drains, fish gills, worms, earthquakes, geysers, micro-needling, three-ring binders, hyper-fixating, fruit seeds.

Hunter: Spicy food, running behind, misbehaving vode, brain freezes, flannel, speedos, peanut butter, greenhouses, illegible handwriting, fireworks, decals, nail trimmers/files, cologne, cotton candy, bleachers, twerking, energy drinks, chewing gum, ball pits, pencil cap erasers, charcoal, seaweed, flip flops, bubble wrap, ear wax, stepping on LEGOS, slouching, phone calls, the smell of money, metallic scents, empty toilet paper rolls, lint, tri-fold wallets, exfoliating, sticky table surfaces, wet rags, pollen, windbreakers, jawbreakers, potholes, potheads, duffles, ruffles (unless it’s his baby geerls then uwu), mismatched socks, bell-bottoms, pillowcases.

[gsophie43]

The Scars That Bind ch.1

Genre: fluff/ angst

word count: 4000+ not guaranteed to be mistake-less

thanks to @alwaysupstead on Twitter (@pd_upstead_fanficstories on Insta) for helping me come up with the title!

Hailey leaned over the sink and slowly breathed to calm down her beating heart. She tried to push down the memories of her direct defiance towards Jay. She took a quick glance into the bedroom, where Jay was sitting in her bed with covers up to his waist as he flipped through something on his phone while waiting for her. She was embarrassed. She was confused at what she was feeling. She was frustrated with herself but at the same time, she was just glad that the case was over. She didn’t deserve him or his kindness. Even though she had had to deal with his mess before, she still felt like he didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of her’s. She breathed deeply, trying to remind herself that he wasn’t the kind of guy to be petty or hold grudges.

“You okay?” His deep voice invaded her thoughts. She opened her eyes and peered over to see him propped up on his elbow, looking at her. She didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes.

“Yeah.” She said. His freckled body stood out against the white sheets and comforter. She hesitantly brushed out her hair, before slowly making her way into the bedroom, her eyes glued to the floor.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. She raised her hands up and let them fall against her legs.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly. It was so out of character for her that Jay wasn’t sure he had actually heard her for a second.

“What for?” He asked, his eyebrows narrowing. She didn’t turn off the lamp, but climbed into the bed with him. She was taken aback by the fact that he sincerely didn’t know what she was apologizing for. She waited  for him to wrap a hand around her waist. She glanced down at his freckled chest, the rough scar catching her eye.

“I’m sorry for everything with this case. For ignoring you and putting you in danger. Then jamming you up. Making you feel like you had to lie for me.” She put her hand over his chest and rubbed her thumb along that scar.

“I knew I didn’t have to lie for you.”

“I put you in danger. You almost got shot again because of me.” She whispered. He rubbed a thumb on her shoulder blade.

“You made a decision. Maybe not the best one. But you made it, and you’ve always had my back when I didn’t make good decisions. I’m not just your boyfriend, I’m your partner.” Hailey teared up when he said ‘partner’, feeling shame about suggesting to Voight that she might need a new partner. Jay was confused at why Hailey was getting more upset.

“I told Voight we were together. I’m sorry I told you not to say anything and then I told him without asking you,” she said.

“I asked Voight if I needed a new partner...without talking to you first.” She whispered. She looked up at his eyes, and to her suprise he didn’t look offended or hurt, more curious than anything.

“Why?”

“I acted on instinct earlier, and it messed up the plan. I went in when Voight told me to stand down.”

“We’ve both done that before though.”

“I know, but that instinct…” she hesitated, “what if Voight was right? What if that instinct came from my heart and not my gut?”

“What if it did? I think that it makes you a better cop.” He said.

“I don’t ever want to be in a situation where I have to choose between you and someone else.”

“I know… there’s no good solution for that, but I think it’s the price we have to pay to love someone.”

“You almost got shot. Because of me.”

“We’ve survived me getting shot before.”

“You think last time was easy?”

“No, I’m sure it wasn’t. I absolutely hated that sling.” He said sarcastically.

“I’m serious.”

“I can’t imagine how worried you were.”

“I was terrified. I hate that I almost put both of us through that again.”

“I forgive you. You have to forgive yourself.” She just stared at his shoulder and rubbed that scar. He was silent for a second. He leaned over and kissed her.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Hailey whispered.

“You deserve the world, Hailey.” His hot breath danced on her lips before he leaned in and kissed her again. He reached over and shut his lamp off and she did likewise.

“Thankyou.” She said whispered.

“I love you.” He said, cuddling her.

“I love you, too.” She looked at his soft shoulders glowing from the moonlight.

Hailey closed her eyes and tried to let herself relax. Before long Jay was asleep, but Hailey had a hard time falling asleep. She wondered what had made her think about not being Jay’s partner anymore. She wondered if her trauma made her a bad girlfriend. She laid wide awake for over an hour before she suddenly got an idea.

“Jay” she whispered. “Jay.” She shook him awake.

“Mmm..” he grunted.

“Jay.”

“What?” He said softly, blinking his eyes open.

“I got an idea.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“No, listen.”

“Kay?”

“We should take the day after tomorrow off.”

“Why?”

“I made a lot of mistakes in this case, and I feel like I betrayed you. I want to make it up to you. So, let me take you out, where it’s just us and we can spend the day together.” She said softly, grabbing his hands.

“You don’t have to make anything up to me.” He said.

“Jay, I love you. I know that I’ve said that to other guys before… but, you’re different. I really could see myself spending the rest of my life with you. So, let me show you how much I love you.”

“Okay.” He said softly. He kissed her gently.

“Why can’t we take tomorrow off?” He said in a fake whine.

“It’s way too short notice, and I don’t want to do that to Voight. I think we’re already pushing our luck,”

Jay chuckled.

“My luck was beyond pushed a couple years ago, I think he can handle a slightly irresponsible move on our part.”

“Ooooo, Ca-”

“Don’t even say her name.” Hailey smiled.

“K.”

“You ready to sleep?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Hailey, don’t blame yourself for things that have been forgiven. It’ll eat away at you.”

“...thanks.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” This time Jay waited for Hailey to fall asleep as he rubbed gentle circles in her back, before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The next day was a drag. No new cases, lucky for them. But that meant signing off on CI files, doing inventory, cleaning and reorganizing desks, rearranging the bullpen, and cleaning lockers. Hailey’s heart fluttered everytime Jay would touch her back or touch her arm. Jay’s heart would flutter everytime Hailey would give him a small smile. Hailey spent a good part of the day planning for the next day, thinking about things he liked to do and places she wanted to show him. At the end of the day, she ended up leaving at the same time as him but turning down beer at Molly’s. While Jay was drinking with the guys, she went home and surfed the internet to find good places to eat. She would leave the decisions of what they would be doing to Jay. She was passed out on the couch when Jay came to her place home that night. Jay gently took her computer off her lap and smiled when he saw the screen. An article entitled Top Five Things To Do During a Date was pulled up. He closed the screen and sat down next to her, putting an arm over her shoulders. He kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her arm with his thumb.

“Hey.” He said when her breathing changed and she looked up.

“Hey.”

“You ready for tomorrow?” She rested her head on his pec and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

“Yeah, you get to decide what we do tomorrow. I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“Even if it’s golfing?” He joked. Hailey breathed in deeply.

“Yes, even if its golfing.” Jay chuckled and smiled.

“I don’t think I want to golf tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“Ok. There are a few places I want to go to.”

“Sounds good to me.” Jay took a deep breath.

“Have you eaten?” Hailey asked.

“Yeah, I had a burger at Molly’s, have you?”

“Yeah, I heated up some leftovers.”

“Do you want to… take a bath?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

“How about a shower?”

“Oooooh, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Jay stood and Hailey did the same. Jay bent down and picked Hailey up bridal style, eliciting a rare laugh from her.

“Jay, you don’t have to…”

“Oh please… You are trying to plan something nice for tomorrow, let me at least treat you tonight.”

Hailey smiled as Jay carried her. He set her down on the tile and turned the water on. He leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues danced together and he reached for the hem of her shirt. He tried to pull the shirt up while kissing her, but got frustrated when it wasn’t cooperating with him. Hailey pulled away and laughed.

“Jay, it’s a button up. You have to unbutton it.” She said, undoing the buttons. The second she undid the last button, Jay was back to kissing her. She laughed on his lips. He gently slid her shirt off her shoulders. Next came his shirt, then their pants, and before they knew it, they were both naked. Hailey got in and then Jay got in behind her. Jay trailed kisses down her neck as the hot water created a thick steam that moistened her skin. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. He put some of her shampoo in his hands and began gently massaging her roots. He slowly made his way down her hair, softly rubbing the blonde strands.

“Your hair is thick.” He said. Hailey laughed.

“It was perfect for people to put gum in.”

“That happened?”

“Yeah”

“That’s awful.” Hailey chuckled. Jay took the shower head and started rinsing Hailey’s hair. Hailey turned  and kissed Jay.  Jay smiled and grabbed a washcloth. He gently washed her back and shoulders. She got some of his shampoo and massaged it through his curls. Before they knew it, they were both clean, just standing under the water. Hailey took the initiative to shut the water off and grab their towels. They dried themselves and stepped out.  Hailey smiled with the towel wrapped around her chest.

“I want to go to bed completely naked.” She said. Jay smiled.

“Ok, lets do that then,”  Hailey dropped her towel and Jay copied her, his eyes roaming her body.

“Wow.” He thought to himself. He went in and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed her back while hers brushed through his curls. He grabbed her thighs as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jay blindly led them into her bedroom, clumsily bumping into the doorframe.

“Mm… I love you” Hailey whispered.

“I love  you too.”

He laid her down in the bed and proceeded to spend the rest of the night making love to her.

The next morning, Hailey’s alarm awoke her. She shut her alarm off and laid her head back on Jay’s chest, smiling. She couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up, under soft covers, cuddling with her boyfriend. Last night was beyond her wildest dreams, Jay sending fireworks through her body. She heard his heartbeat against her ear and felt his chest rise as he breathed. He was so cute when he slept, completely relaxed. The freckles on his chest popped out in the early morning sunlight. She traced the shape of his abs with her finger. Just as she closed her eyes, about to fall asleep again, she felt a sharp intake of breath from him and she felt a pair of lips kiss her head.

“Good morning.” His gravelly voice said.

“Good morning.” She said.

She breathed deeply as Jay’s arms wrapped around her.

“How did you sleep?” He asked

“Unbelievable well.” She joked. “How about you?”

“I slept well, too.”

“What do you want to do this morning?”

“Oh wow, I’m already deciding?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Well, I guess we could get breakfast for starters.”

“Do you want to lay here first, or do you want to get up now?”

“I want to stay here right now.” Hailey looked at all the tiny freckles on his arms.

“You have so many freckles,” she said, touching his arm.

“Mmm… you like?” Hailey chuckled.

“Yeah.” She looked at all the tiny dots until her eyes landed on a deep looking scar on his forearm.

She touched the scar with the tip of her finger.

“Where did you get this scar from?” She said, tapping his arm.

“Shrapnel.”

“Oh, you were blown up?”

“Yeah we were in a convoy, our jeep was at the head of the group and we hit an IED. It was terrible, the worst recovery I’ve ever gone through. Shattered my arm, ruptured my eardrums,  had deep cuts, broke my hip and femur, cracked my skull.”

“Holy shhhh……”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, Jay.” She said in shock. He smiled.

“I’m okay now. Physically at least.” Hailey picked her head up to look him in the face.

“How come I just learned about this?” Jay shrugged.

“I guess it just never came up.”

“Huh.” Hailey sat up and sat crisscrossed.

“Well, now you have to tell me about one of your scars...liiiiiike….this one.” He touched her thigh, accidentally causing a small flinch from Hailey. She looked down at the scar.

“My dad.” She said softly. Jay pulled his hand away, regretting asking.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine… I came home from school one day. I don’t even remember how old I was,  but I was in highschool. I had failed a chemistry test, but I didn’t want to tell him. When I was using the bathroom, I had accidentally left my back unzipped a little and he saw it. He pulled it out and then dumped my bookbag out on the kitchen floor and went through all of my stuff. He threw my cell phone and smashed it. He went through all of my tests and graded assignments, pulling out anything that was below an A.”

Hailey closed her eyes, feeling the warm tear slip out and slide down her cheek.

“He got so furious, he was screaming. He...he grabbed my hair and pulled me down onto the kitchen floor. He slapped me.” A gentle hand slipped into hers.

“He was screaming so close to my face that he was spitting on me. I was crying. He told me to stop being dramatic and he backhanded me. I bit my tongue when he hit me, caused it to bleed. He screamed that I was a waste of his time, told me I should have been aborted. He punched me, bruised my jaw… I remember putting makeup on the next day to cover it. And he smashed a beer bottle all over the tile. I tried to crawl away… and I did,  but I got a piece of glass in my thigh. That’s what the scar’s from.” Hailey took a deep breath. She felt Jay’s soft hand on her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear.

“I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m sorry.” She said, opening her eyes.

“You don’t need to apologize for being upset. Never. You are allowed to cry.”

“Yeah, I just feel like I’m being too emotional.”

Jay sat up. He took both of her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands.

“Hailey, you can never be too emotional. I will always listen when you’re upset. You have a right to your emotions. Okay?” Hailey nodded. Jay scooted over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“I love you. I’m sorry you had to go through that growing up. I hate that you had to grow up with an abusive father.”

“That’s not all he was. He could be really sweet and nice, but anything could set him off. One minute he would be laughing, the next he would be hitting me and my brothers.”

“I know, but it doesn’t change that what he did was not okay. And I want you to know that you deserve so much better than that.” Hailey stayed in his hold for a minute before breaking away.

“Come on, you want to get some breakfast?”

“Sure”

“Where do you want to go? Or do you want to stay here?”

“Um, I can take you to a dinner that my parents used to go to.”

“Alright.” They both climbed out of bed and Hailey headed to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

“ Okay, You want coffee?”

“Ummm, no, I’ll get some there.”

“ ’kay.”

Hailey closed the bathroom door behind herself. Jay made his way to Hailey’s closet and got dressed. He was pretty sure that he had more of his clothes in Hailey's closet than in his own. He chose a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a burgundy sweatshirt. Jay waited for Hailey to come out of the bathroom before heading in there. He was brushing his teeth when she came in and started brushing her teeth. It didn’t take them long before they were ready and out the door. They decided to ride in Jay’s truck. They looked through the menu and ordered before chatting while they waited. Jay kept glancing out the window, noticing a guy outside that seemed to just be loitering.

“You want to go?” Hailey’s voice broke his thoughts.

“What?”

“You keep looking outside, do you want to leave?”

“No, no, I just thought I saw something.”

“What did you see?” She asked, turning to look.

“Nothing, just some guy that’s loitering.

Hailey put her hand on Jay’s when he looked out of the window again.

“Jay, it’s okay. It’s our day off, turn the detective brain off.” Jay smiled at her.

“Okay.” Jay took a sip of his coffee.

They had a good time just spending time together and talking. When they got up after paying, Jay noticed the guy still outside. In fact, Jay was pretty sure the guy had been watching him because when he looked at the guy, they made eye contact for a split second. This guy was really making him feel uneasy. When they walked outside, Jay put a hand on Hailey’s back and quickly glanced over his shoulder. When he noticed they were being followed, he started gently pushing Hailey to walk faster, as they had parked pretty far away from the building. Hailey easily obliged, though she wondered what Jay’s rush was.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Shhh.” Jay cut her off, looking over his shoulder again. The guy had a hood on and was looking down as he followed them. The faster they walked, the faster he walked. As soon they got close to the truck, Jay unlocked it and urged Hailey forward.

“Get in the car, Hails.”

“Why-”

“Get in the car, Hailey.” he said in a deathly serious tone. Hailey obeyed and as soon as the door closed, she looked in the rearview mirror to see what Jay was so urgently rushing them away from. She watched Jay walk behind the truck and confront a guy in a hoodie.  She knew Jay wasn’t concealed carrying so she was extra concerned.  All of a sudden two more men came and started attacking Jay. Before Hailey could even think about it jumping out, a taser was whipped out and shoved at Jay’s stomach. She saw Jay swat at it as he crumpled to the ground. She jumped out.

“Jay!” She yelled out. The hooded guy that they had seen outside the diner pulled a gun out and started firing in her direction. She ducked behind the tire of the truck, as she wasn’t concealed carrying either or wearing a vest. The gunfire lasted a few seconds, but as soon as it ended she stood to see them dragging a limp Jay to a van.

“Hey! Police!” She yelled, hoping to scare them because that was her only option left.

The guy started firing again and she ducked behind the car next to Jay’s truck. The gunfire stopped and she heard two doors slam shut. She stood to see the van starting and rolling away. She ran after it, screaming Jay’s name and trying to see the plate, but it quickly turned down the street and was out of sight. She fumbled to find her phone and called Voight’s number.

“Voight.”

“I need help. I- I need help..” She said breathlessly.

“Hailey, what’s going on?”

“I need the team down here now. He- they took him.”

“Who?”

“They took Jay… Jay’s been abducted.”

“Where are you?”

“Diner on 39th and California. It was three guys, average height and build, caucasion, one had a gun, one had a taser. They put him in a gray panel van. I got a plate number,  Alpha Charlie Victor Two Seven Four. It turned down a side street and I lost it.” Voight rapidly wrote this information down.

“K,stay put. Call it in. We’re on our way.”

“Got it.”  Hailey hung up and obeyed. Her legs were shaking until she finally saw Kim and Adam roll up. Kim jumped out and speed walked up to her.

“Hey,” she said, putting a hand on Hailey’s back.

“Hey,” she replied coolly. Adam walked up.

“Are you okay?” Kim asked.

“Yeah...yeah I think so…. it just happened so quickly.”

“You call it in?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I called in a 10-1, and put out a city wide BOLO.” Kevin and Voight walked.

“We weren’t concealed carrying, but I should have pursued them, I should have chased them, I should have.”

“Hey, you did the right thing,” Voight said. “Okay, can you walk us through what happened?”

“Yeah, um. Jay and I were just having breakfast. He kept looking at this guy that was outside, it seemed to be bothering him. We finished and walked outside, Jay pushed me to walk faster, he kept looking over his shoulder. I asked and he just told me to be quiet. When we approached the truck, he told me get in, I did. I saw Jay confront the guy. Then, two other guys approached him and jumped him. They tased him. I jumped out, one of them pulled out a gun and started firing. I ducked, they dragged Jay into the van. I tried to confront them, they started firing again. I couldn’t stop them.”

“Anything about these guys stand out to you?”

“No, it was a blur. Um, but it seemed that wanted only Jay, and they wanted Jay alive for some reason. The guy saw me, he could have just shot me point blank and then took Jay, or just shot both of us. But they wanted Jay for a reason. They’re probably gonna torture him for information.”

A silence blanketed the air.

“Ok, one of our own is missing. Let’s get patrol on the streets. I want them focused in a five mile radius. Lets pull pods and security cameras, see if there’s enough for facial rec. Lets see if we can try to track these guys.” Everyone split off to do a task.

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Brooklyn unboxes Kenji's feelings about a certain fanny-pack-wearing, Anky-loving boy they know... Inspired by @theswampspirit 's post!

[FANFIC | Rated T for mild language. Spoilers for Camp Cretaceous S1!]

It was yesterday when they had found it. Footprints by the monorail, both that of small shoes and small dinosaur feet, trailed their way towards the main park. It was the first and only sign that their friend Ben had survived the attack by the pteranodons, and was still on the island with them. 

However, despite their optimism, the kids had yet to find anything else. Rainfall soon after had washed away what remained of the prints, and even then, they were at least a day behind Ben - wherever he was going.

From the south dock, they traveled north to the golf course and reluctantly decided to settle there for the night. Small buildings, parking lots for carts, and rest stops for golfers dotted the grassy plains here. Brooklyn and Kenji remained at a concrete building, keeping the fire going as Darius and the others searched for supplies in the surrounding shops. 

Brooklyn dipped a rag into a small creek and wrung it out slightly. Little bird baths like these were all the kids could manage so far. Unless they found some hot running water at the hotels in the main park, they wouldn't exactly be at their freshest until they were rescued. Not the greatest state of affairs, but "kinda clean" was better than "brachy-behind air quality". 

To her right, Kenji sat, exhausted by their long day of travel. Brooklyn thought about the kind of person she had assumed Kenji to be when they first met, and then compared that to who he ended up being. Sure, he was still a jerk, but only sometimes. Perhaps the most surprising change was how distraught the boy had been after the group had lost Ben. 

The fanny pack, previously dubbed "dork pouch", was tied around his waist, where it had been for days now. He never removed it. Even when Yaz offered to carry it instead, he refused to give it up. At first it was just...sad...it stood as a reminder that they had lost a friend. Brooklyn had wondered if she was the only one who was tired of looking at it and being reminded of the guilt. 

But then there was yesterday. Sammy had spied the prints in the ground and was tied with Kenji for being the first to utter the idea that Ben was still out there. Ever since then, Kenji seemed more like himself. More like everything was alright in his world. 

"You really do miss him, huh?" Brooklyn asked, airing her thoughts in the vaguest possible way.

"What?" Kenji replied, baffled. "No! Who are we talking about? I mean, what kind of monster wouldn't miss his friend-" 

Brooklyn watched speculatively as the boy floundered at the question. It was hilarious, honestly, because who wouldn't think that Kenji, the idiotically boastful yet resourceful smartass, struggling to respond to a simple question was funny? And let's be real, that use of "friend" felt all the more ridiculous as Kenji's hand instinctively rested on the fanny pack around his waist. 

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow and returned to wiping the dirt from her face and hairline. In the past day, the chance that Ben might still be alive felt so much greater. And on another note, it brought her a lot of guilt considering how quickly she assumed the frail, clumsy germaphobe hadn't made it. She had to hope that Ben's feelings wouldn't be hurt. But those signs they had found...it had to mean something. 

"I'm just saying, you've seemed in muuuuch better spirits since yesterday," Brooklyn replied, dragging her sneakers in the loose dirt and piling up a shapeless mound. "Out of all of us, I know you were the most...lost by what happened." 

Kenji scanned Brooklyn's face cautiously, some form of shock in his eyes. Maybe being raised a rich, only child with absent parents had something to do with it, but he always seemed so surprised by how well everyone read him. Maybe more so by the way no one took his bullshit for an answer.

"M-maybe," he finally said. He rubbed a palm against his neck, his brows furrowing. "Maybe!" he said again, seemingly just in case Brooklyn hadn't heard the first time. He looked at the ground, a smile coming across his face, but only briefly. "I wonder how he's doin' out there…" 

Brooklyn rinsed the towel in the stream before snapping it dry and laying it out flat on the rail. "If I know him, he's probably desperately searching for some sanitizer," she joked with a chuckle. 

"If he's not camped out by a log he also tripped on earlier!" Kenji retorted, and the pair's laughter echoed around the clearing, accompanied by the crackle of the fire. 

However, it wasn't long after that Kenji grew quiet yet again. Brooklyn could tell this was one of those rare moments where he actually thought before he spoke. Leaned over his knee, he propped his head up on his hand. "But I wonder if he thinks he's alone here…"

That's a lot of wondering he's doing, Brooklyn thought. She had half the mind to make a joke about him using his brain too much, but that kind of sarcastic reply seemed more like Yaz's territory. "C'mon, Kenji. If we didn't send help back from the mainland, there's no way his mother wouldn't have. He has to know that." 

Kenji nodded slowly, his thumb tapping the fanny pack yet again. "Plus he's got Bumpy, right? Anky-saurus-es or whatever are tough! Not tough enough to take the Indominus, but…" he added. 

"Right!" Brooklyn said with an affirming point of her finger. Whimsically, she plopped onto the concrete ledge across from Kenji and observed him more. 

Now, she didn't want to come off as too people-watch-y. That couldn't be good for the size of Kenji's head. He'd probably say something about how everyone looks to him for guidance or something else indicative of his constant attention-seeking behaviors. But even now, Kenji seemed well within his own mind. 

Still thinking about Ben, she decided. 

The two of them were pretty sweet together. Kenji liked to act like he wasn't a fan of Ben's cuddly and apprehensive nature, but surely he couldn't have hated it that much. Why? Because any good content creator knows when there's more than meets the eye. Maybe Kenji just needed a little push to make him realize. And Brooklyn was a master reporter, of course. If there was one thing she knew, it's that people love to talk about themselves.

"Ben's probably thinking of us too, don't you think? If he's out there, I mean," she began, tipping her chin up to look at the glimmering stars. "Maybe even thinking of you right now." 

Kenji stirred, a small, tired smile making its way into his voice. "What do you mean? After I was such a jerk to him, I kinda doubt it."

"Really?" Brooklyn turned back to him, surprised. 

Gesturing uncomfortably, Kenji seemed to regret his word choice. "Just that...you know, I yelled at him. Said that stuff about Bumpy." His voice trailed off with a surprising guilt. "I - we took him for granted, and it was...shitty of us."

Brooklyn nodded quietly. "Buuut, you also saved his life, you know. I think it's pretty clear that you made him feel safer," she stated warmly, pressing her hands together. 

Kenji shuffled awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the dirt. "You think so?" he asked, before quickly adding, "Not that it matters to me, obviously… Wait, did he tell you that?" 

Could he have been making it any more obvious? Brooklyn giggled, rolling her eyes. "You could call it intuition, or just common sense, seeing-things-because-I-have-eyes?" She lifted her legs onto the bench, laying with her back rested against the wall. "What do you think he'd be doing if he were here now, with us?" 

"Besides churning up some kind of dino baby food for Bumpy?" Kenji said plainly, raising a brow. "He'd probably be flinching at every little noise, just like the rest of us, and clinging to m-" he cut himself off, a first ever blush faintly hitting his cheeks.

"Bingo…" Brooklyn exclaimed quietly with a wink. "Which brings me back to my first question, Mister Kon. You miss him, don't you?" 

Kenji frowned. "If he was here clinging to my side, I'd obviously tell him to relax and let up his superhuman grip!" He paused, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Except I am kind of cold anyway, so if he wanted to sit with me then whatever."

"Soooo, you're telling me if we did find him," Brooklyn prodded. "You definitely wouldn't sweep him up in your arms and smile like the kid with the most candy bars on Halloween?" 

"No!" Kenji replied indignantly. A moment passed. "...Well. Ugh, don't rule it out, I guess. Should've known you were just trying to get me to admit something embarrassing…" 

She smiled softly, placing her hand on her chest proudly. "Well, Brooklyn is the name, annoying pestering is the game."

[mascwhump]

Chapter 12 - Let Hope Burn in Your Eyes

Dialogue heavy.

TW: minor blood, brief drowning, alcohol

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow

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Mallory set his cigar in the crystal ashtray which lied upon the bar. He rested his head on his hand and sighed as he swirled the whiskey around in the glass. He then shot down the rest of it in one go.

"I just don't understand," he spoke quietly as he began pouring another drink.

"Understand what?" Charlie asked.

He didn't answer. Instead, he sipped the whiskey, staring straight ahead at the bar cabinets. Sasha walked away from Charlie to get one of her toys that was hiding under the couch. She pulled out a little ball with a bell in it and began to hit it around. Charlie smiled.

"You and Crow are the only ones that didn't die, you know," Mallory spoke.

"What are you talking about?" Charlie asked.

"The serum. Every single one of the paid volunteers died when it was given to them. You were the first to survive. I expected Crow to die, as well," Mallory explained, words slightly slurred, “we had it narrowed down to one rare gene. That’s why, when you came into my possession, I was thrilled.”

“I don’t belong to you,” he snapped.

“You can choose believe that,” Mallory replied.

Charlie ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. Sasha chased her ball between his legs and continued around the room before darting up the stairs.

“When will this end, Mallory?”

Mallory flinched slightly. His name was like poison on Charlie’s tongue. Something about Charlie speaking it made him uncomfortable.

“Once I have what I need.”

“And what is it that you need, exactly? An answer to some ridiculous question? A solution to a problem nobody has? A reason not to hate yourself?”

Mallory spun around on the barstool, glass in hand, to look at Charlie.

“Why are you doing this to us, to me? I’m starting to believe that there isn’t a real reason. It’s not about the fucking potions. It’s not about changing the world. It’s about giving yourself some kind of ego boost. You hurt me just so you can feel something, so you can feel powerful. Maybe if you didn’t act like such an egotistical douchebag, you’d have someone in your life that cared about you.”

Mallory calmly set the glass on the bar before standing. He paced toward Charlie, and Charlie felt the blood drain from his face. He backed away slowly until he was against the wall.

“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he stammered, bringing his hands up in front of him.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Mallory spoke monotonously, “but you know what? You’re sort of right.”

He stopped directly in front of Charlie.

“It’s not about ‘changing the world’ anymore. I hurt you because I enjoy it. Every time you make a mistake, it just gives me another excuse to hurt you. Sometimes, you make it so damn easy.”

He traced his fingers along Charlie’s jaw. Charlie turned his head away, eyes squeezed shut.

“And yet, despite it all, you still don’t hate me.”

He gently grabbed Charlie’s chin and pulled his face back toward him. He ran his thumb over his lips again, just like before. Charlie kept his eyes shut tight.

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore tonight. Come, have a drink.”

Mallory walked back to the bar. Charlie remained still with his jaw slightly dropped. Mallory grabbed another glass and filled it with whiskey. He motioned for Charlie to come sit. It took a second for him to move, but he finally took a seat at the bar. Mallory slid his glass over to him and he picked up, taking small sips. It was smooth, with a creamy and smoky taste.

“I first tasted this whiskey in Ireland a few years ago. I had to buy four bottles to bring back home,” Mallory said.

“It’s pretty good,” Charlie replied.

“That’s an understatement. Quite insulting, actually.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m not some kind of whiskey connoisseur. I’m used to drinking cheap vodka.”

Mallory smiled as he took another sip. He grabbed his cigar from the ashtray and took a drag, blowing the smoke away from Charlie.

“Do you smoke?” He asked.

“An occasional cigarette, yeah.”

“Here, try. This is one of my favorites.”

Mallory handed the cigar to Charlie, and he awkwardly held it between his fingers.

“Don’t inhale it like a cigarette. Pull on it like a straw. You’re just supposed to taste it.”

Charlie put it between his lips and pulled the smoke into his mouth. It was full-bodied and rich, and had a slight hint of citrus. He handed it back to Mallory as he exhaled.

“That’s nice,” Charlie said.

“Glad you agree. It’s Cuban. A box of them costs £400,” Mallory replied.

“I already know you’re rich, you don’t need to keep telling me. You wear a Rolex for God’s sake,” Charlie laughed.

“To be fair, that was given to me.”

“Who the hell just gives someone a Rolex?”

“The CEO of a pharmaceutical company.”

“Oh, yeah. One of the biggest assholes on Earth.”

Charlie was finishing his glass when he felt something against his leg. He looked down to see Sasha pawing at him.

“Sorry, but I think she likes me,” Charlie said.

“A little too much. Sasha, come here,” Mallory said as he leaned down to pick her up.

He placed her on his lap and petted her head gently.

“When did you get her?” Charlie asked.

“A couple months ago. She’s still a baby, not even a year old yet, I think. I found her one day while I was in the garden. She was very skinny.”

“So, you rescued her?”

“I suppose. I never cared much for animals until I found her. Now, I’d consider myself a cat person.”

Sasha jumped onto the bar and onto Mallory’s shoulder, where she perched herself.

“She thinks she’s a parrot,” Charlie laughed.

“Guess so,” Mallory said as he moved her back to the floor.

She walked away and curled up by the stairs. Mallory poured himself another drink and shot it down.

“Jesus, what is that? Your fourth one in twenty minutes?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s going to hit me real soon.”

He moved behind the bar and pulled out a shot glass along with a bottle of vodka. He poured it into the glass and shoved it toward Charlie.

“Since you can’t appreciate fine whiskey,” he said.

“I didn’t say I wanted to get shitfaced, too,” Charlie said.

“Come on, it’ll take the edge off,” Mallory insisted.

Charlie picked up the glass and choked it down. He made a face as it burned his throat. Mallory left the bottle out and sat back down. He picked up his cigar and looked as though he was thinking. Charlie watched him quizzically. He began to feel the alcohol take effect, starting with a weakness his legs.

He thought about it for a second, then grabbed the bottle. He poured another drink and took the shot. Mallory was grinning at him.

“Now you want to get drunk?” He asked.

Charlie didn’t answer, but smiled sheepishly. Mallory stood and walked toward the stairs, then looked back at Charlie as if to say, “are you coming?”. Charlie followed him and they walked up to the living room. Mallory moved to the white grand piano that was next to the fireplace. He hadn’t noticed it before, but then again, he wasn’t paying much attention as he ran for his life.

“You play piano?” Charlie asked.

Mallory began to press the keys. Charlie recognized the piece as one of Chopin’s, but he wasn’t sure of the name. He leaned against the wall as he listened. Mallory missed a few notes, most likely due to the alcohol. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.

Charlie gave a him a golf clap when it was over. Mallory stood and bowed slightly before he stumbled over to him,

“What’s that piece called again?” Charlie asked.

“Nocturne in E-flat, Opus 9 Number 2. It’s one of my favorites,” Mallory answered.

“It’s very pretty,” Charlie said before hiccuping.

“Let’s go outside. The weather is nice tonight,” Mallory said.

Outside. Charlie’s heart skipped at the word. They walked to the back door and stepped out. Charlie stopped to breathe in the cool air before they started on a stroll around the yard. The view out the back fence was of the endless hills. He looked up; the stars were plentiful and dotted the entire sky.

“I haven’t seen a sky like this for a long time,” he breathed.

“It’s something, isn’t it?”

“I missed it. I grew up in Alaska, where there wasn’t light pollution. When I moved, it was the thing I missed the most.”

He admired it for a long while before they started walking again. They walked around the edge of the pool. He was careful to watch his footing.

Not careful enough.

He tripped over his own feet and fell in. He thrashed about, trying to find which way was up. Water entered his lungs before Mallory could pull him out. He grabbed hold of Charlie’s arms and dragged him up out of the water.

Charlie coughed in between sobs. He was on his hands and knees, desperately trying to steady himself as not to fall in again. Mallory stepped away and came back with a towel.

“Here, dry off, and we can go inside and sit by the fire,” he said, draping the towel over Charlie’s back.

Charlie carefully got to his feet as he caught his breath, staying as far away from edge that he could. He wrapped the towel around his body as he followed Mallory back into to the house.

Mallory started the fire and Charlie sat cross legged on the floor in front of it, sniffling. Mallory sat down on a chair behind him, and began laughing quietly.

“That was really kind of funny,” he said.

“It wasn’t,” Charlie mumbled.

Mallory stopped laughing. He slipped down onto the floor next to Charlie, watching him stare into the flames.

“So, you’ve fallen into a fire pit?” He asked.

Charlie nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t even drunk. I was telling a story and tripped over it.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Mallory said.

He lied down with his hands behind his head. Charlie shivered as he warmed up. After a few minutes, he moved the towel off of himself and set it aside.

“Why didn’t you let me drown?” He asked.

Mallory shrugged. “Maybe I just like seeing you with wet hair. Can’t tease you about it if you’re dead.”

Charlie smiled softly. He lied back and closed his eyes, soothed by the sound of crackling flames. He was warm again. He opened his eyes again when he felt Sasha climb onto his chest. She lied down and curled up.

“I’m going to make a snack,” Mallory spoke as he got up.

“Okay. I have to stay here. It’s illegal to move if an animal chooses to sleep on you.”

Mallory picked her up and placed her on the chair.

“That’s rude,” Charlie said.

He sighed before he got up to follow Mallory into the kitchen.

“I really need to go shopping,” Mallory mumbled as he looked in the fridge.

He pulled out a couple of carrots and set them on the chopping board. He grabbed a knife from the block and began cutting them into sticks.

“Ow, fuck,” he hissed.

He held up his hand. Blood was trickling down his finger. Charlie grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the sink, turning on the cool water. He put his hand underneath it and applied pressure to the cut. Once it appeared to stop bleeding, he grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around his finger.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” He asked.

Mallory stared at him, a confused look on his face.

“Hello? Bandaids?”

“They’re... um, in that cupboard,” Mallory said, pointing.

Charlie opened the cabinet and pulled out the kit. He set it on the counter and found a bandage that would fit, then moved back to Mallory to put it on.

“You really shouldn’t be cutting stuff while you’re drunk, you know,” he said, “don’t you have anything to eat that doesn’t require knives?”

Mallory just continued to stare. Charlie sighed and packed up the first aid kit before he put it away. He leaned against the counter, staring back at Mallory.

“Why’d you do that?” Mallory finally spoke.

“Do what? Stop you from bleeding all over the place?”

Mallory nodded.

“I don’t know. Just a natural reaction, I guess,” Charlie said.

Mallory moved in a blur, and Charlie’s back was suddenly slammed against the cabinets. Before he could get his bearings straight, he felt Mallory press his lips against his.

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You smiled, seeing a notification come up in your phone.

@bboeser tagged you in a photo

You opened up Instagram in record speed, a grin overcoming your face at the picture, you and Easton passed out on the couch, coolie and milo curled up at your feet.

“aunt y/n holding down the fort, uncle Brock just gets to watch”

You laughed to yourself at the caption, liking the photo and taking a screenshot of it. You heard the dogs jumping around downstairs, you were about to lock your phone and head downstairs to greet Brock, when you caught a glimpse of a comment. You read it, once, twice, three times, shocked that people who didn’t even know you could just be so cruel. They pointed out how chubby you looked, and how your shirt was tugged into the small roll in your stomach, it took a long time for you to become so confident, you loved yourself, and you knew Brock loved you and that’s all that mattered. But, we all know, when people point out your flaws it’s hard to not hyperfixate on them. Of course you hadn’t looked your best in the picture, you were babysitting Easton, and ended up falling asleep on the couch with him on top of you, your head tilted down to rest on top of his, which of course, made the fullness under your chin more noticeable. You suddenly found yourself chewing on your lip as you refreshed the page, scrolling through the hundred more comments, if you were being truthful, only a fraction of them were rude, most of them were sweet, but it felt like all you could see were the bad ones.

You scrolled through them, moving into the bathroom, you stood in front of the mirror, you were in a pair of leggings and a sports bra, having just been out back playing with the dogs, in the privacy of your and Brock’s yard, but suddenly you felt like you had a million pairs of eyes on you. You read a comment, pointing out the way you had the roll in your stomach, especially towards the sides, you looked in the mirror, eyes instantly falling on the spot, adorned with stretch marks. Your weight had always gone up and down, especially when you were just a young teenager, and now you were littered with stretch marks that would never go away. Not usually something that bothered you, all that you ever worried about was your health, and you were healthy, despite what people were trying to say in the comments, automatically assuming because you were full figured, that you did have a little bit of a stomach, that your thighs were nowhere near having a gap, that your arms had just a little bit of extra weight on them, that you were unhealthy. God how you hated that assumption, it was so rude to assume anyone who wasn’t the typical skinny was unhealthy. Your eyes trained on the marks on your stomach once again, your fingers delicately running over the darker lines, something Brock would do when you laid together on the couch, normally something that made you feel good. Every time he would do the subtle gesture, it made you feel good, feminine, cared for, but in this moment the thought of him ever seeing them again, made your heart jump in your chest. Surely, after reading these, he couldn’t think of you the same again. “Baby?” Brock called, his feet flopping against the stairs, you sucked in a sharp breath, meeting your eyes in the mirror and seeing the so prominent redness in them from the tears welling up. You quickly splashed some water on your face, wiping it off with a towel in an attempt to get rid of some redness, you heard him starting his way down the hallway, and you rushed to grab a shirt, even though it was unlawfully hot outside today, hence the reason you were only in the lightweight leggings and bra. You quickly tugged the material over your head, grimacing when you realized it was one of Brock’s shirts, that just didn’t fit your curves properly, I mean yeah it fit, technically, but it tugged tightly in all the wrong places.

It sat taught on your stomach, showing everything you were trying to hide, but loose in your chest where you weren’t as full as people would think you should be, you were about to tug it back off when you heard him push the door open. “There you are, you didn’t answer me and I got worried.” He sighed softly, walking up behind you, arms going around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Sorry, I spaced out.” You laughed softly, hoping your voice didn’t give you away. He hummed in acknowledgment but you could feel his eyes studying the side of your face, suddenly your thoughts wandered to how horrible your side profile must be, so you tilted your head back to meet his eyes. “I missed you, beautiful.” He mumbled, leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips. You knew he could tell something was bothering you, but you also knew that he could tell you were desperately trying to hide it, he knew how to react when you were like this, he would wait and ask you later, give you a chance to process your own emotions first. “I missed you.” You whispered once he pulled away, you shuffled out of his grip, “I’m going to shower.” You added, disappearing into the bathroom, unknowingly giving him an idea of what could be bothering you, because you shut and locked the door, something neither of you have done for as long as you could remember. He stared at the door for a minute, a small frown on his face as his mind wandered with all the possibilities, you hadn’t seemed upset with him, so he was almost certain he hadn’t unknowingly done something. So that left his other option, someone had said something, he knew people were cruel, and he knew it was part of his life being in the spotlight, but he hated that he had drug you down in it with him. But all he wanted to do was show off the amazing girl that he was so lucky to call his, and the fact that he couldn’t do that without being respected, that really bothered him, because you deserved to be bragged about, you deserved to be filling more of his social media than you were. It was rare that he posted things with you, simply because he knew how it could bother you, but his heart swelled with so much pride when he got the picture of you and his nephew, it only reminded him how much he wanted that with your own kids one day.

He hadn’t realized how long he was standing there thinking about it until he heard the water shut off, and he scrambled to get out of there, not wanting you to know he’d been standing there the whole time. He rushed out of the room, doing his best to stay quiet as you unlocked the bathroom door. You stepped out, towel wrapped tightly around your body, you did a quick once over, looking for him before you stepped out, you went and grabbed some clean lounge clothes, not planning on leaving the house today, but you made sure the ones you grabbed fit you properly. Once you were satisfied enough with your appearance, you trudged down the stairs, coolie rushing over to jump at you while milo slept in his bed. You laughed stopping to pet him, when you looked up you spotted Brock rummaging around in the kitchen, he undoubtedly had to be hungry, just coming back from playing golf with some friends. You were hungry, waiting for him to come home to eat, but now you cringed a little at the thought, not in the way where you wanted to not eat, but your stomach was still in knots from reading those comments. “Hi, baby.” You spoke up, walking past him, opening the fridge and pulling out a water. “Hi.” Brock responded, looking over at you with a grin, you couldn’t help but smile back, his smile was so contagious. “Why are you so smiley?” You teased softly, stepping over towards his outstretched arms, he all but yanked you into him, your chin resting on his chest so you could look up at him. “Mhm, ‘cause I get to spend the rest of the day at home with my girl.” He mumbled, lips ghosting over your forehead, you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment. But it didn’t last long when his finger tips dipped underneath your shirt, his fingers running over your skin soothingly, “don’t do that.” He whispered when you tried to shimmy away from him. “What?” You gasped, feeling like you’d been caught red handed.

“The picture I posted, I know people are just so fucking rude, but you can’t listen to them baby, because none of what they say is true.” He spoke sternly, but softly, one hand staying on your waist, the other coming up to cup your cheek. “But it is true, the way my stomach rolls in on the side, and how chubby my face is, and my thighs rub together and-“ “stop it, you’re beautiful, inside and out.” He cut you off, his brows knit together slightly. “Baby girl, I love you, and everything you just said that you didn’t like.” He continued, watching as your breathing hitched momentarily, “I love it when you know I’m having a bad day and you make me lay my head in your lap, or when we’re going on long drives and I just grab your leg and rub it while you go to sleep. I love squeezing your beautiful face to make you give me a kiss when you’re being goofy,” he paused to do just that, a hand on either side of your face, squeezing together and making your lips fall into a soft pout that he kissed. “And I love grabbing you just like this,” his hands went back to your sides, gripping you snuggly, “so I can hold you close and not let you go.” He concluded, “no, you’re not supposed to cry, baby.” He pouted softly when you looked at him with big watery eyes. “I love you.” You whispered hiding your face in his neck, “I love you too, so much.” He laughed softly, feeling your tears fall on his skin. “Please don’t cry anymore.” He nudged your head with his own, “they’re happy tears.” You sniffled, pulling back to look at him. “How’d I get so lucky?” You wondered aloud, “I should be asking the same thing.”

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Love is what was wanted

       This is a series idea that I wanted to start, please let me know what you think and if you would like a part two. These are all fictional personalities, our boys are wonderful.  

Love you all, have a great read. 

   Family is a wonderful thing to have in one's life, however, it is not when your brothers are preventing your love life from even existing. That is why I have a secret boyfriend who they do not know about and being part of the Holland family, it is not easy to keep a secret. This all happened because at one of the parties Tom and the boys threw at the house you were the person to make sure everything was under control and no one was going wild. As you were going around and occasionally throwing away cup’s so the place looked put together, a handsome boy was casually looking at you with a charming smile as he conversed with Tom across the room. I felt myself blush and straightened my posture as I walked around and spotted a cup under the coffee table. Feeling conscious of the looks I was getting got me as I knelt to pick the cup up as I went to stand dizziness hit me hard and I fell backward. Prepared to hit my head, I felt a pair of strong muscular arms catch me and lift me gently. Moving my gaze upward to the face that belonged to these beautiful arms, I see that it is Harrison. He is my best friend and like a brother to me, but recently he has grown more muscles and has become more attractive making me rethink our relationship. I hear him clear his throat as he slowly moves us to sit on the couch, I shyly look up and see him smiling at me as if I am the prettiest girl in the world. I smile back and ask gingerly, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He looks nervous and answers honestly, “That is easy because you are the most beautiful girl in this room and my life. I have been wanting to talk to you about it.” I am shocked by his answer and ask sarcastically, “Are you sure that you are talking to the correct person, the other day you called me a name that makes me think otherwise.” I realize after that the comment was a little insensitive and seeing his reaction was not fun to watch.              

       Harrison goes to hold my hand but as a reflex I move it away, confusing him more and making him more annoyed. This time his tone is stricter and colder, “I was going to say that I have had feelings for you a while now. Yes, my approach has not been mature, but I thought that you could take a joke.” I laugh bitterly and retort back raising my voice slightly higher, “Is this your way of apologizing than I do not understand what is going on here. I am just cleaning the house to look presentable as I am the only one who does it and you come all mighty and demand that I like you back.” He instantly goes to get up making me grab his wrist pulling him back on the couch. “What could you possibly want after rejecting me publicly and harshly?” he asks so cold that I do not recognize who he is anymore.             

    My face starts to pale as others turn to look at us including the handsome boy who is staring between Harrison and I trying to read the situation. I feel tears in my eyes as this has never happened to me where a boy who I could see myself with confessed his feelings and I turned it down without thinking about it. His gaze is on me now and so is Harrison who is turning to see who I am looking at and scuffs. “What was that for?” I ask in an uncertain tone. “That you are looking at a boy like that thinking he would ever be interested in you for things outside the bedroom.” He answers as he smirks. I am fuming at this point and say, “Fine, be this way. If you want to be mean and take my rejection the wrong way, then do it. But do not ever think that I would be with someone right away, I have more dignity than that.” I walk away and go to the bathroom to let myself relieve the pain by crying into the towel.       

      It is about an hour later, I had freshened up and got myself put together and acted like I was okay. Harrison wanted to get back at me, so he decided to flirt with another girl in front of me and I played along by ignoring him which fueled his anger even more. This led to him dancing with her suggestively purposely trying to prove an unnecessary point as I was talking to Tom and the Handsome boy who I learned his name was Taron. It seemed as if Harrison could not believe his eyes that I was flirting with someone like Taron but not him. This attitude lasted all evening and as I attempted to calm down the situation it only seemed to make it worse.

          Taron seemed like the boy who Tom would like for me and so I teased Tom and asked, “So Big Brother would you let me date someone like Taron here?” They both laugh at my question. Tom answers jokingly at first, “Of course with me supervising the dates. Jokes aside I would prefer someone like Taron, he is a gentleman and likes golf.” I smile at that and see Taron blush making him look even more adorable. Someone calls Tom and he excuses himself leaving us two alone for the first time. I shyly tuck a piece of my hair behind my ears and look at Taron and say, “I am sorry about that comment, I just tease Tom as he does not like any of my crushes before.” He laughs and it sounded so hot and deep making me almost drool. “I do not mind a beautiful girl like you should not be single. You deserve the best. I hope your boyfriend makes you happy.” I look at him confused, “What boyfriend? Oh earlier that was Tom’s best friend, I am not interested in him at all. I have been single my whole life thanks to them.” He brightened up and asked, “If this is not too sudden could I ask you on a date?” I smile and nod as we exchanged numbers. Throughout the party, we continue our conversation but my interaction does not go unnoticed by Harrison or Tom for that matter as after the party was over, it all started to come down. 

              After the party was over and the house was clean, I was sitting down on the couch to catch my breath. It only lasted about five minutes as Tom, Harrison, and Harry sat down on the other couches and asked, “So who was that boy, and did he ask you on a date?” I shake my head and smile to myself slightly, “His name is Taron and yes, he did ask me on a date. Tom even agreed to let me date someone like him.” Tom immediately reacts and says, “I thought you were talking hypothetically not seriously. But if it is only one date, I am okay with it. “Harry nods as he is okay with whatever I do as long as it is safe. Harrison shakes his head and says, “So you reject me but can go on a date with a stranger that we do not even know. Also, were you not even going to tell them about our conversation.” That is when Harry enters the conversation, “What is this about?” Harrison goes in detail about the conversation while I sit there listening to it seeing Tom and Harry's expressions change from shocked to angry. Harry talks first with a tone that slightly scares me, “So you reject someone who knows you very well and likes someone who could easily be dangerous. I do not think you should go on this date.” Tom nods and agreed with Harry adding, “I agree, Harrison maybe my best friend but the way you reacted was not fair. I may have permitted you to date Taron then but now I take it back. I do not want you to go on that date.” I decide to stand my ground and firmly say, “Firstly, did you not see how Harrison was flirting and flaunting himself all over her the whole party. And I am old enough to date who I want, I do not need anyone’s permission to date.” Tom and Harry look angry as Harrison looks guilty, I feel nervous as both brothers stay quiet. As I attempt to walk away, I hear Tom warn me, “If you move further in this relationship with him, you will never get my permission for the marriage. So do what you want” and walks past me with Harrison smiling to himself but it faltering as Harry looks at him annoyed.

            Harry silently walks past me and that is when I tear up ready to burst at any moment as he goes to hug me but suddenly stops. I look up to see why he did not hug me and see Tom walking out of his bedroom, Tom shakes his head and rudely says, “Do not comfort her, she put herself in this position. This would not have happened if she knew what was right for her.” I swallow my pride and go to Tom trying to hug him but he moves away as if he is repulsed by me. “I am sorry, I thought you agreed to me going on a date that is the only reason I said yes.” He looks at me in confusion and annoyance, “If you think an apology will make up what you are trying to do then you are mistaken. Harrison would be better for you but I think even then he would be out of your league.” I gasp and run past all the boys to my bedroom and cry on my bed into a pillow. I hear outside Harry scold Tom and his response is not shocking, “Well, it is true. She will do what she wants to let her live with her decision.” I then make up my mind on what to do in the next upcoming events which would happen soon.

One Month Later:       

            It has been some time and my relationship with Tom and Harrison has been okay, as we both ignore each other and only talk when necessary. Taron and I have been talking over text and surprisingly over two weeks of getting to know each other, he asked me to be his girlfriend. This relationship I kept to myself and always acted causal when he would text me over the time in front of the boys which was rare. I would eat with them in the mornings at times or watching TV while eating dinner ignoring the stares that I got from them for not joining them at the table.         

          On Saturday morning I woke up around nine, which was a reasonable time. I heard noises outside and walked outside my room to see the boys all dressed up in golf attire and put together that they will be golfing all day. I walk into the kitchen and mumble, “Good morning Harry,” Harry comes over and hugs me as in recent events, he and I got closer when it has always been Tom and me to be the closet siblings. Tom is watching this from afar acting as if he is on his phone but secretly hurting on the inside. This is the longest he has gone from talking or hugging you, but he has to prove his stance as he is only doing this for your protection. Harrison and Harry have left to go pack the car and left Tom and me alone. The tension in the air was so heavy and it made the situation worse as you have always been laughing and giggling around each other.         

       Tom clears his throat and walks over so he is standing on the other side of the kitchen island. He asks quietly, “Are you going to be okay if we go out all day golfing?” I nod and he laughs bitterly, “Wow, I am asking nicely and I only get a nod, no of course have fun. You are changing and I do not see the same sister that used to be lively and bubbly.” I instantly retort back, “Well, the old Tom used to ask me to go golfing with you and the boys. Now you guys leave and act like I am nothing, so excuse me for not being excited for you.” He replies, “You do not like to go that is why I do not ask. The answer is always no, what do you want me to do?” I turn red and I raise my voice slightly and say, “I want you to treat me with respect and as I am a grown adult and not a child. This is your fault this whole thing happened.” He is about to say something but Harry walks in and looks between us two and motions for Tom to leave before anything blows out of proportions.        

         That is when I thought it would be the best time to call Taron over with peace as the boys will not be back home until midnight. I text him asking to have our date and he responds instantly with a yes 😉. I smile and get myself together for the date excited and nervous as this is my first date ever. As the day goes on and you were painting your nails, your phone rings and it is Harry calling. I instantly pick up the phone and say, “Hello” and when no answer and am about to hang up I hear my name. The voice is coming from Tom and he is talking about me, I listen in closely. Harry asked what was going on this morning in the kitchen and Tom replied, “I was asking her if she would be okay alone because of the golf trip and she got upset that we did not ask her if she wanted to come. She never wants to come so now this adds more to the fight between us.” Harry adds, “She is right, we did not ask her and her dating life is not our business.” Tom scuffs, “Of course it is our business. Taron is a player who only wants to be with her for the wrong reasons why else would he ask her out. It is not like she is popular or anything, we are probably the only people she talks to.” All the boys laugh making me hurt, even more, deciding that I have had enough I am about to hang up and hear, “What if she invites him over since we are not home?” “She would not, she is mad, but she would not do something immature as that.” I mumble to myself, “Watch me” not realizing that the boys heard me causing them to realize that Harry called her by accident. She hung up but no before saying, “You are supposed to be my family, but these are people who I would not trust, respect or love. Talking about me like I am not your sister, shame on you.” They instantly apologize but it's too late my feelings are raw and my mind is running on how to move on with what they said.          

        Taron comes over and the date is going well, I do not like to admit it but he is not what he seemed like over text messages. He only seemed like he wanted to sleep with me and not date me but ignored that thought and pushed it to the side. We were cuddled on the couch watching Netflix as he started to move closer and closer to me. I ask curiously, “What is your usual type of girl you go for?” It seemed like he did even think when he replied with the opposite of me but quickly added that  I was “Too beautiful to ignore.” I fake giggle and act like his answer was not offensive. It is then that he leans in to kiss and I let him pull me close as he is inches away from my lip, he mumbles, “Is this okay?” taking me by surprise by this gentleman act. I nod and close the gap between us, and the kiss was passionate and hot but nothing that I was expecting. It was cut short when the door opens and Tom yells, “What is going on here?”

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