#but that does not count and i cant even remember the name of the magazine i was in
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Sometimes I remember I was supposed to be a published playwright and I get mad
#fuck you 2020#i was supposed to have it all#i mean i guess im kinda technically a published poet?#but that does not count and i cant even remember the name of the magazine i was in#but that play was so fucking good#i could start the process again but i no longer know the person who was gonna manage my staged reading#it was actually gonna be fully produced and that would count as my staged reading#but it was fucking. 2020#dennis speaks
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Six: You could bring the devil to his knees
word count: 5299
warnings: contains swearing, mentions of violence, sexual content, and drug use
“Always with this midtown shit,” Luca mocked. “What, Brooklyn isn’t good enough for you?”
“Actually it’s not,” Rosalind agreed, eyes flicking to Niall’s. “Brooklyn is boring and I’ve got to get my thrills some how since I’m not allowed to do my fucking job.”
Niall gave her a subtle smirk, the one that gave Rosalind flashbacks to when he’d find himself between her legs, looking up at her with his devilish grin. Rosalind could kill him, looking at her that way with so many people around.
“And who’s this dickhead you’re getting your thrills from?” Luca demanded, hands on his hips. “Since it’s some big secret.”
“Just an asshole from Brooklyn,” Rosalind told him, the nonchalance in her voice made Niall chuckle, turning toward the door.
Rosalind’s recovery was slow and painful, but worst of all, it was boring. She’d spent weeks in bed, hardly able to even sit up. As her wound healed, another one grew. Niall was twisting the knife in her gut with each passing moment they spent together.
The softness he offered her in touches and kisses. It was enough to open Rosalind up from the inside out. She’d craved it, touches like that, her whole life. She was never a child, not even when she was one. She’s never gotten the softness.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Niall had been coming around the shop more and more. It aggravated her, the way him and Luca got along. The laughs and jokes they shared, Rosalind wanted to burst both of their bubbles.
She wouldn’t, though. Her anger management was a challenge and she’d admit that to no one. The self control was hard, she learned. Rosalind’s favorite thing was instant gratification and anything that didn’t give her that sent her into a fit that ruined a lot of good things.
Every day was a challenge for Rosalind but she was grateful to be back at work, mind occupied on other things. Luca held Rosalind back, making sure she didn’t dive in head first like she usually did.
“I can go with you to Roger’s,” Rosalind murmured, arms crossing over her chest as she looked at all the eyes on her. The ones she didn’t want to see were Niall’s.
Their deal with Rogers included both Rosalind and Niall. A loan taken out on both of their accounts. Rogers was notorious for pulling stunts which is why Luca was going in her place. It didn’t make her any less mad.
“It’s better that you just stay here,” Luca explained, tugging his jacket on. “Don’t want anything to happen to you, Roz.”
“So I’m just supposed to sit around here all day doing absolutely nothing?” Rosalind demanded, eyes flicking between Niall and Luca, almost daring them to speak.
“The last time you went, things got physical,” Niall responded, and unsureness to his voice. Rosalind wished he wouldn’t of said that because was there a logical reason he would know that?
“Yeah you had those bruises for weeks, Roz,” Luca added. “Just sit this one out, please?”
Rosalind would be lying if she said collecting the money owed to her wasn’t her favorite part. The rush she got from every situation was what she lived for, what got her here in the first place.
“You’re no good to us if you’re dead,” Luca told her, looking up at her from across the room. “Then I’ll be in charge? Or even worse, Gio? Nah, Roz. No one does this better than you.”
“Fine,” Rosalind conceded, sitting down at the desk. “Don’t fuck this up,” she warned. “Get the money and leave. He’s a sick fuck, likes to talk and shit. Don’t buy into it or else next thing you know, you’ve put down 10 large on some bogus stock that’ll go under before you walk out the door.”
Niall watched Rosalind, the offhanded way she mentioned it all. He thought he should be scared, the way she calculated everyone and everything. No less, it was a person she’d spent less than a couple hours with, tops.
“Did you hear me?” Rosalind asked, pulling Niall from his thoughts.
“Yeah,” Niall nodded.
“Okay,” Rosalind muttered. “If I’m not here when you get back it means I’m in midtown. Staying up there a few days, I think.”
“Always with this midtown shit,” Luca mocked. “What, Brooklyn isn’t good enough for you?”
“Actually it’s not,” Rosalind agreed, eyes flicking to Niall’s. “Brooklyn is boring and I’ve got to get my thrills some how since I’m not allowed to do my fucking job.”
Niall gave her a subtle smirk, the one that gave Rosalind flashbacks to when he’d find himself between her legs, looking up at her with his devilish grin. Rosalind could kill him, looking at her that way with so many people around.
“And who’s this dickhead you’re getting your thrills from?” Luca demanded, hands on his hips. “Since it’s some big secret.”
“Just an asshole from Brooklyn,” Rosalind told him, the nonchalance in her voice made Niall chuckle, turning toward the door.
“Well why don’t you bring him ‘round,” Luca offered. “Wanna shake his hand for puttin up with you and your volatile mood swings.”
“He’s awfully busy,” Rosalind assured them, sitting down at the desk. “Now get the fuck out of here before Rogers gets pissed. Remember what I said.”
Rosalind watched the two of them walk out, knowing full well they were trouble put together. She knew Luca would come back later talking about what a guy Niall was and Rosalind would hate it. She wouldn’t say anything, though.
There was no logical reason to hate Niall so vehemently. He was a good guy, a strong head on his shoulders, and he was honest and loyal. Thus, the perfect man, a man she could be proud of. All of that, though, Rosalind wasn’t quite ready to talk about nor admit aloud.
She settled for keeping her lips sealed, finishing the little bit of desk work she had before traipsing off to midtown like she’d said. Her gut told her Niall would be around soon, mouth moving a million miles a minute. Rosalind was waiting for him, too, hoping he’d come.
Rosalind found herself stuck in the hallway outside of her door, talking to Tony. She felt trapped in the small talk, wanting to escape it all. She went out to walk around the city a bit, grab a magazine or two and tony caught her on her floor. It’s like he always knew.
“I hear you’ve got a man,” Tony told her, a ring to his voice that annoyed her.
“That’s quite personal,” Rosalind told him, shifting on her feet. “And I don’t want to be disturbed. It’s been a long couple of months for me I need to-“
“Oh fuck!” Tony exclaimed. “Yeah, you got shot outside Al’s. I heard about that. Everything okay with that?”
“Fine,” Rosalind nodded. “Everything is fine.”
“Well alright,” Tony nodded. “Call if you need anything.”
Rosalind slipped away from him, into her room, feeling relieved. She grabbed the bottle of wine, her magazines and went into the bathroom where she started the bath.
Rosalind was never big on baths. She lacked the time and patience. Since her recovery, it was one of the best parts of her night. It helped with the anger, sitting and thinking alone. She did believe it would.
Through her therapy, Rosalind realized her anger came from within, at the lack of time she had for herself. At first, she thought it was a crock, but after re-examining her life, there was truth to it all.
Rosalind was well into her soak when she heard the door snick closed. “Roz,” Niall called out. “It’s me.”
Rosalind didn’t respond, head turning to the door. Niall appeared in the doorway, though. Knuckles bloody, a gash on his cheek and Rosalind swore she’d kill Roger’s the next time she saw him.
“Fuck,” Rosalind mumbled.
“Well I laughed at an inappropriate time,” he declared, leaning against the doorway. “And I almost cant blame him for it. Hurts like a bitch, though.”
“Laughing isn’t a reason to fuck up someone’s face,” Rosalind muttered, sitting up, water sloshing around her.
“It is when you’re psychotic,” Niall chuckled, sitting down beside the tub. “I’m just glad you didn’t go.”
Rosalind wished she would’ve been there to get her hands on him. He was one of the names on her list of people that had it out for her. She wouldn’t put it past him, the way he always played dirty.
“Anyways,” Niall mumbled, head leaning back against the wall. “That fucker downstairs, Tony. Almost got into a fistfight with him. Trying to tell me you weren’t expecting anyone. I said our rule is I tell ya her name and number and come up but the prick pushed me so I punched him. I told him if he ever put his hands on me again, I’d make a hero outta him.”
“Fuck,” Rosalind laughed, shaking her head. “It’s like you always have to cause a scene.”
“It’s ridiculous that everyone wants to test me,” he muttered. “And keep me from you? Yeah fuckin right. The traffic was shit on the bridge and then they try to tell me I can’t come up. No fuckin way.”
Rosalind chuckled at that, shifting back, knees bent. She let out a breath, eyes fluttering a bit. Niall watched her, eyes gazing over the sharpness of her neck, just picturing the skin beneath the water. There was no one he’s ever wanted more. At any given moment, it was safe to say that he wanted her. Bad.
“But you know that tony guy?” Niall asked, further pressing the subject.
“Yeah we dated in high school,” Rosalind murmured, sliding her feet until her toes poked out of the water. “Nothing major. Every time I come he tries a bit too hard.”
“There’s a million decent hotels around here if he’s a problem, why do you still come here?” Niall asked, waiting for her to say the words he wanted to hear. A confession of some type.
“Some of the guys come here,” Rosalind shrugged. “It’s good for business. And close to the casino. Lots of famous faces walk through here.”
“I know but why do you come?” Niall asked, the emphasis on her making her eyes flick to his.
After a long moment, Rosalind finally answered him. “Tony and I loved each other. Or so he thought. After high school I was lined up to work odd jobs for my father’s friends and tony was going off to community college. The thought of it made me sick. I hated it. The college thing. Tony’s dad was best friends with my dad and it didn’t make sense how he didn’t want to be just like his father. We fought, I punched him, we broke up.”
Niall hummed, not giving her a sound response to what she shared. It wasn’t as bad as he feared. He thought maybe Tony and her were close the way Niall and her were close or a million other things that ended with Rosalind in bed with someone that wasn’t him.
“What?” Rosalind asked, at the way he was staring so hard at her. It made her uncomfortable for a number of reasons.
“Nothing,” Niall shook his head, a set of words that would surely get him a black eye on the tip of his tongue. “You guys fuck still?”
“No,” Rosalind responded, annoyed but not angry. That’s how he knew it was the truth. Her anger came when she tried to lie or mask her feelings in a way that was impossible.
“You fuck anyone?” Niall asked, eyes focused on her face. “Else,” he added.
Rosalind met his eyes, eyebrows furrowing. “So if I answer that and ask you the same you’ll tell me the truth?”
“Yeah,” Niall responded. “I would.”
“Okay well before I answer, you should know that about a month ago, Lanzo saw you hanging around with some guys from Ralph’s in the back room at that club on west. Some blonde girl all over you,” Rosalind told him.
“That was...” Niall trailed off, a loss of words.
“That was whatever,” Rosalind finished for him. “And I don’t care who you fuck around with but to come around here asking what I do in the time that I’m not with you isn’t any of your fucking business. If you asked to start a new fight with me, don’t. I’m tired.”
“I just wanted to know,” Niall explained, voice quiet. “That was like a one time thing, though. We just did like hands stuff, you know.”
“I don’t care what you did,” Rosalind laughed, standing up. She unplugged the drain, and grabbed her towel off the rack. Niall’s eyes followed her. “I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know.”
“Well I don’t fuck anyone else,” Niall told her. “Haven’t in a while.”
Rosalind didn’t answer him, stepping out of the tub. She dried herself off, tugging her robe on. Niall followed her into the room, watched her push the balcony doors open to let the cool air in. She leaned down, pulling a baggy out of her suitcase, a couple blunts.
Niall followed her out onto the balcony, dying for her answer. Rosalind sat down, picking up her lighter to light the blunt. Niall watched her, blunt between her lips, lighter in hand. What he’d give to have her like this forever.
Only when she took a hit of the blunt did she finally answer him, passing it his way. “I don’t know what answer you want from me, but even if it is the one you want to hear, it isn’t because of what you think.”
“Okay,” Niall responded, almost dumbly.
“I don’t fuck anyone else. I haven’t since we started doin this,” Rosalind told him, relaxing against the chair. “Fucking more than one person is confusing and messy and quite frankly, it’s disgusting. Just thinking about where your fingers have been is enough to make me want to throw up. So don’t tell me what you’ve been doing. I don’t want to know.”
“I told you I don’t fuck anyone else,” Niall argued.
“Okay,” Rosalind retorted, rolling her eyes. “If that’s the story you’re sticking to.”
Niall didn’t respond, passing her the blunt. Rosalind took a slow inhale, eyes fluttering. She let out a breath, passing it back to him, “gonna fuck me after this?”
“Dunno have to see if my other girlfriend- the blonde one is busy later or not. If she’s busy then yeah.”
“That’s a sound way to get yourself a broken jaw,” Rosalind told him, shaking her head. “I might be in anger management but I still have a right hook that’ll make your head spin ‘round your neck like the cartoons.”
Niall let out a chuckle, taking a hit. He handed it back to her, declaring, “that’s enough for me.”
Rosalind hummed, eyelids already a bit heavy. “Fuck, okay,” she murmured. “You ever thought about fucking out here?”
Niall’s eyebrows raised, looking around the city skyline around them. Anyone could see them sitting there. If things weren’t so secret, he’d think about it. Niall let out a chuckle, standing up, “okay come on Roz.”
Rosalind followed him back inside where he took his clothes off until he was underwear clad, pushing her onto the bed. Her robe fell open and Niall smirked down at her, finger slipping inside of her.
“I don’t wanna be on the bottom tonight,” Rosalind told him, spreading her legs for him. She let her finger drift down, pressing at her clit. Niall watched her, not having it in him to tell her to stop. Seeing Rosalind touch herself turned him on in ways he didn’t think possible.
“Keep touching yourself,” Niall told her, finding himself ducked down between her legs, watching her body move.
“Really,” she mumbled at how boring that was. She wanted his mouth, or fingers on her.
“Yeah it’s hot,” Niall told her, spreading her folds with his fingers.
“Was hoping you’d put your mouth on me,” Rosalind told him, fingers disappearing as she sat up.
“Don’t feel like it,” Niall told her, shrugging as he sat up. “You can ride my thigh, though.”
“Don’t wanna ride your thigh, wanna ride your dick,” Rosalind told him, shrugging her robe all the way off her body.
“Guess we’re at odds, then,” he shrugged, eyes trailing over her body.
“So this is a negotiation,” Rosalind chuckled, nodding. “What is it that you want?”
“I want you to make yourself cum,” he told her nudging her leg with his knee. “By yourself. Just want to watch you.”
“That’s quite boring,” Rosalind answered. “It’s not even like I have any toys to make it fun. Just me and my fingers? Boring.”
“So?”
“So save that for a rainy day,” Rosalind offered. “Back at my place.”
“Fine,” Niall gave in. “New negotiation. I wanna do anal.”
“Do you have any lube?” Rosalind asked, eyebrows raising, knowing full well that he didn’t.
“Fuck,” he muttered, collapsing on the bed beside her.
“Jesus,” Rosalind laughed, falling back on the bed.
“Okay let me try to tie you up again,” Niall offered, appearing over her face, eyebrows furrowed. “No cheating this time.”
“Then don’t tease me,” Rosalind retorted. “I hate to be teased.”
“Just let me edge you a couple of times,” Niall offered, already working the belt out of the robe she was wearing.
“No way,” Rosalind mumbled, shifting on the bed to sit up on her elbows. “No edging.”
“Just one time,” Niall offered. “Come on, baby,” he honeyed, head tilting to the side. “Wanna see you begging for it. Close to the edge, crying out because you want it so badly. Sensitive skin all over, just begging for me to touch you.”
“No,” Rosalind breathed out, but her cheeks flushed thinking about it.
“Ya sure?” He asked, eyebrow raising as he looked down at her. “Looks like maybe you want it too, Roz.”
“I might be convinced,” Rosalind offered. “After you kiss me a while.”
Niall let out a chuckle, nodding. “Come ‘ere.”
Rosalind found herself straddling him to where her wet center rubbed against his underwear clad cock. She’d barely done anything and Niall was already breathless.
“You’re the one that needs edged,” Rosalind told him, thumb brushing over his bottom lip as she rolled her hips against his. His eyes fluttered and he chuckled.
“Maybe in the morning,” Niall offered, fingers wrapping around her hips, to grind her against him.
Rosalind caught his lips in a desperate kiss, moaning against him. Niall licked into her mouth, the sounds sending him into a spiral. Rosalind began to think about a morning with him, what that meant. It was a passing thought, letting it leave her mind as fast as it entered.
Niall kissed Rosalind until they were both breathless, panting against each other. It was hot and wet and with anyone else, she probably would have thought it was repulsive. With Niall, she was so desperate for more. A harder, messier, dirtier kiss with desperate hips brushing against each other.
It felt like hours before Niall pulled away for good grabbing her wrists between them to tie them up. This time, the knots were tight leaving her no room to wiggle or move. Rosalind gave him a pout, looking up at him.
Niall didn’t give in, nodding toward the bed. “Lay down, then.”
Rosalind let out a heavy sigh, licking her lips. She looked down at the bed, nodding slowly, “alright. Fine. But I’d like for it to be known that I won’t enjoy any second of this.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy a lot of seconds of this,” Niall told her, watching her lay down. He spread her legs wide putting her in full view.
Niall started slow, kissing at her thighs open mouth kisses that had Rosalind sighing out. Without warning, one finger inside of her. Rosalind clenched around him, pulling him in and he almost called the whole thing off, ready to take her from behind.
“Roz, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her clit. “You’re so tight. Know you’re trying to tease me.”
“I’d never,” Rosalind murmured to the ceiling, eyes shut. It was in her nature to tease, though.
Niall didn’t tease Rosalind this time, beginning the assault on her most sensitive spots. He licked at her clit, reveling in the way her body moved.
Rosalind’s legs spread wide, gasping out his name. It was music to his ears. One finger inside of her, and Rosalind groaned, the trench of it. It felt like forever since she’s had him. Two fingers in, and Rosalind writhed against the bed.
Niall’s tongue on her clit, the constant pressure and the slow stretch of his fingers inside of her had her a mess on the sheets. She moaned, back arching off the bed. Niall’s hand on her stomach kept her grounded, hips pressing against the bed.
Niall’s mind raced with thoughts about being the only person to have her in this way. He was the only one with his lips wrapped around her clit, fingers curling inside of her to make her gasp. It was just his.
Niall ground his own hips against the bed, seeking some relief. He was painfully hard, humming against her dewy skin. Rosalind let out a particularly loud moan, thighs beginning to shake and that’s when he pulled away, sitting up to watch her.
Rosalind let out a breath, looking down at him. She was unimpressed, he could tell. Rosalind dropped her legs to the bed, eyes slipping shut. “I hate you, for this,” she mumbled.
“I’m sure,” Niall agreed, crawling up her body to kiss at her neck until he met her lips. He kissed her bruised lips, careful not to touch a single part of her body.
Rosalind was desperate for it, though, hands sliding down to palm at his hard cock. Niall chuckled against her lips, pulling away. “What’re you playing at?”
“Think I wanna suck you off,” Rosalind told him, eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t that weird.”
“For you, yeah,” he chuckled, sitting back. “Ya want to, though?”
“I think so,” Rosalind murmured, letting out a sigh.
Niall hummed, licking his lips. “Alright, lover. On your knees.”
Rosalind let out another heavy sigh, sitting up. She got onto the floor, situating herself on her knees, hands falling to her lap. Niall palmed himself, just looking at her. Her red cheeks, puffy lips. She’s never looked so good.
Niall scoffed forward, shoving his underwear down over his knees. Rosalind looked up at him, shaking her head. “This is gonna be hard, you know. Might need some help.”
“I’ll help,” Niall told her, pushing the hair from her eyes. “Long as you’re a good girl.”
Rosalind rolled her eyes at him, letting out a laugh. “Don’t push it.”
Niall laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I just wanted to see what would happen.”
Niall reached around, gathering her black hair into his hand. Rosalind sat up, eyelashes fluttering at him. Niall let out a groan, wrapping his hand around himself, “swear you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Roz.”
“Why is it that you’re only nice and sweet when I’m about to suck you off?” Rosalind asked, shaking her head. “Seems suspicious to me.”
“I decline to comment,” Niall told her, tightening his grip in her hair. “Open up, would ya.”
Rosalind pursed her lips for a moment, holding back her eye roll. She licked her lips, straightening up, eyes on Niall’s. She let out a breath, opening her mouth. Niall gave her his smirk, resting the tip of his cock on her lips.
The whole thing had Rosalind aching between her legs. Niall guiding her along, one hand in her hair, the other on his cock. Rosalind had to close her eyes, a moan falling from her mouth as she took him in deeper. Just the weight of him on her tongue.
“Good girl,” Niall grunted out, eyes glued to her face. “Fuck, Roz. That’s it.”
Rosalind hollowed her cheeks out, eyes pinched shut as they began to water. She took him down though, until he hit the back of her throat. Niall cursed under his breath, hips stuttering.
Niall could count on one hand the amount of times Rosalind had sucked him off and each time left his mind in a haze. This was no exception. Rosalind bobbed her head until Niall pulled her off, groaning as he did.
Rosalind wiped the back of her mouth with her bound wrist, eyebrows furrowed. “Why’d you stop?”
“Didn’t wanna cum,” he told her, watching her with an intent that should have made her nervous. “Can’t decide what I want to do.”
Rosalind let out an unimpressed sigh, sitting back on her haunches. “This is why you’re never in charge.”
“Well fuck me, Roz. You’ve said no to everything I wanna do,” Niall grunted, shoulders falling as he looked down at her.
“How’s about you untie me,” Rosalind smiled, head tilting to the side. “And let me ride you.”
“Roz we get it. You have thighs of steel. You can ride dick long after I cum. No need to show off all the damn time,” Niall mocked, pulling her up to her feet by the wrists.
Niall pulled her in for a kiss, hands gripping her hips. Rosalind kissed him back feverishly, desperate for something. Anything. The kiss didn’t last very long. Niall pulled away, licking his lips. “Okay, Roz. Hands and knees.”
“Niall,” she all but whined.
“You said I was in charge,” he argued, eyebrows raising.
“But...” she trailed off, shoulders falling. “I hate it like that.”
“Why?” He laughed.
“I can’t see you,” she explained, a softness fo her voice that made Niall ache.
“That why you like to ride me?” He asked, already beginning to change his mind.
“I like it when you watch me,” she told him, just dying to kiss him, the way he was looking at her.
With a flutter of her eyelashes, Rosalind has changed his mind. Niall’s back hit the headboard just as Rosalind straddled him, her wet center brushing over his hard cock. Niall groaned at that, gripping her hips.
“You gonna untie me?” Rosalind asked.
“In your dreams,” Niall murmured, pulling her in for a kiss. Rosalind rolled her hips against his and he groaned.
“Come on Niall,” she whispered, nosing along his jaw. “Get the condom.”
“Lover,” he said, “I’m not going to cum in you, if that’s what you think. We’re just getting started.”
Rosalind watched him, not believing it. He lifted her hips just enough to slip inside of her. The air left her lungs just as Niall groaned, eyes slipping shut. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed out. “You feel so good.”
Rosalind let out a moan, as Niall lifted her hips again, getting them into a rhythm. Niall kissed at Rosalind’s neck, teeth scraping against her throat. She felt seconds away from cumming. It was all so overwhelming. The intimacy. The teeth on her neck. Rosalind cried out and Niall pulled her off of him.
“Niall,” she begged, chest heaving. “Please. I feel like I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying,” he murmured against her neck. He slid his finger between her legs, thumbing over her clit. “What is it you were working? Delayed gratification.”
“Not like this,” she whispered, eyes slipping shut, as a moan escaped her lips. “I’m hating every second of this.”
“Your moans sound an awful lot like enjoying,” he teased, sliding his hand over her hips. “I’m thinking of all the ways to get you back for all the times you‘ve kicked me out of your place.”
Rosalind breathed out a laugh, shaking her head, “not fair. I’ll never get to cum.”
Niall smiled above her, letting out his own laugh. Without a warning, Niall lifted her hips again, sliding inside of her. Rosalind moaned, stretching around him as she bottomed out.
Niall caught her lips in a kiss. It was wet and messy and it had Rosalind groaning against his lips. She wanted more more more. Her hands on him, to feel him everywhere. She whined against his lips, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry.
“Niall,” she begged, pulling away. “Please,” she whispered, a tenderness to her voice that he’d never heard before. “Please, I need to cum so badly. Please.”
Niall’s nose brushed against hers as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She whimpered against his lips, eyes stinging. Niall pulled away, telling her, “lay down on your back.”
“Niall,” she whined, teetering on the edge of anger.
“Easy, tiger,” he murmured, tapping her on the bum. “I need to get a condom.”
Rosalind let out an unsatisfied groan, disentangling herself from him. She laid down while Niall got off the bed, searching his pants pocket for a condom.
Rosalind let her hands slip between her legs. She rubbed herself against her palm, letting out a sigh of relief. Niall pushed her hand away, straddling her, knees on either side of her thighs. “Roz, stop it,” he said, opening the condom.
“You’re an asshole,” she said, unable to help herself.
“I know,” Niall chuckled, shaking his head. “And you’re a brat.”
“Can you let me cum now?” She asked, feeling herself calm down, the closer they were.
“Maybe,” he nodded.
“Can you untie me too?” She asked sweetly, eyelashes fluttering.
“Afraid not,” he shook his head.
“I wanna touch you,” Rosalind begged, holding up her wrists as if to prove it. “Wanna pull your hair and wrap my hands around your throat. I wanna grab your ass and-and leave scratches on your shoulders.”
Rosalind could tell Niall was teetering on the edge. He was going to give in. Rosalind wrapped her hands around his hard cock and he let out a breath, eyes fluttering. “Please,” she whispered, breathy and soft.
“I hate you,” he mumbled, grabbing her wrists. He pushed her hands away. “Arms over your head.”
Rosalind groaned, lifting her arms nonetheless. Niall slid the condom over his aching cock, spreading her legs just enough to slide inside of her. Rosalind moaned, back arching slightly as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Baby,” he murmured, nosing along her jaw. “Feel so good.”
All Rosalind could do was moan, pleasure coursing through her. She was desperate for relief after all the teasing he’d done. It was clear Niall was just as desperate, the way he he fucked into her good and hard.
Rosalind was once again reminded that there would be no one after him that could compare. Her orgasm crashed over her in a sharp gasp and curling toes. Niall was right along with her, teeth barred against her shoulder.
Niall collapsed beside her, tossing the condom into the waste basket. Rosalind let out a disgruntled sigh, rolling onto her side. “Niall,” she grunted. “Can you untie me?”
“Shit,” Niall laughed, sitting up on his elbows. “Sorry. Forgot.”
Rosalind rolled her eyes, extending her bound wrists toward him. Niall untied her, setting her sore wrists free. She couldn’t find it in herself to be angry about the marks left in her skin just yet.
The urge overwhelmed her, so Rosalind kissed him, hands tangling in his hair to tug just enough to Niall’s breath to hitch in the back of his throat. It took everything in her not to press herself against him and rut just a little bit.
That must have been character growth on Rosalind’s end, that she didn’t want to get him back. Niall, unwitting, was amused about her eager kiss. He let his hand slide down the curve of her back to settle at the bottom of her spine. The other, he pushed Rosalind’s sticky hair from her forehead. “Thanks,” he said.
“Wasn’t easy letting you do that,” she told him, eyelashes fluttering at the softness of his touch.
“I know,” he chuckled. “Did you enjoy it, though?”
“The ending, yeah,” Rosalind laughed, letting herself lay down beside him, just for a second. “In between stuff... not so sure.”
“I enjoyed all of it,” Niall declared, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Favorite part was when you said please.”
“don’t go telling anyone that I said please,” Rosalind warned, sitting up. She tugged her robe on, standing up. “I’ll have no street cred.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Niall murmured, watching her walk off to the bathroom. This Rosalind was just for him to see.
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Picture Perfect (Indruck)
A friend on discord @morganeashton asked for this meet ugly for Indruck: 09. we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???
Duck’s woken up with worse hangovers. He’s also woken up with far worse people in his bed. The man next to him is slim and angular, silvery hair falling across his face as he sleeps. Yep, just as cute today as he was yesterday.
Now if only he could remember if they slept together.
He groans quietly as he climbs out of bed; he’s in a fluffy hotel robe with nothing beneath it. So one point in the “we fucked” category.
Duck tugs the curtains, already mostly closed, all the way shut to block out harsh daylight. The man, Indrid, makes a chirping noise and rolls over, still asleep.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“I was not aware this was that kind of bar.”
“It’s, uh, I mean, it ain;t, but, uh, you, uh, you looked kinda lonesome and , uh, well, fuck, nevermind, sorry-”
“It’s alright�� the man grins reassuringly, setting a hand with black painted nails on Duck’s arm, “it would be good for me to spend the night with something other than my own thoughts.”
Duck hops onto the stool next to him, signals the bartender for drinks
Padding out into the next room, the suite is just as impressive as last it was last night. Whoever Indrid is, he’s loaded.
“So, uh, what do you do?”
“I’m a photographer.”
“Really? Damn, I, uh, I dabble in it as a hobby, mostly nature stuff, and I’m fuckin’ amazed by anyone who can do it as a job. Shit’s hard.”
“It is rather challenging at times, though I enjoy it. What do you do?”
“I’m a ranger in the national forest. Live in Kepler, that dinky little town by it, came the half hour here for a work conference.”
“That sounds fascinating, tell me everything” Indrid leans closer, grinning.
“Uh, okay. Usually folks are itchin to make some joke about trees. Or Smokey the Bear.”
“I suppose you are bear-like.”
“Heh-”
“I like it.”
“Guh.”
He finds a room service menu on the table by the T.V the size of his first car, reads it over as he wanders back to the bedroom. Peeking into the trash, he doesn’t see any condoms or condom wrappers. One point in the ‘we didn’t fuck” category.
“That was last call, sugar.”
“No, unacceptable, I want to hear the bear-box story you, hic, --excuse me-- promised me.”
“And I wanna tell it, jus’ can’t be here.”
“Come, come back to my room. It’s big, we can talk, please come?”
“Course, darlin, whoa, damn, think we better take the elevator, little drunker than I meant to get.”
“I’ll, hic, admit I was paying more attention to you than my, hic, drink quantity, my sweet.”
He sets the menu down, wanders into the bathroom but finds no pain killers. Settles for filling two glasses with tap water and carrying them to a side table. When he slides back under the blankets and rests against the headboard, Indrid sighs, wiggles closer and snuggles so his nose is bumping Duck’s thigh.
“Morning?”
“Yep.”
“Ugh.”
“Here, this’ll help.” He hands Indrid the water as he blearily sits up. The taller man downs it in one, handing the empty glass back to him with a smile.
“Thank you. Such lovely southern manners.”
“You’re welcome. And, uh, speakin of manners, do you remember if we…”
“No, we did not. There was some kissing, I recall, but we decided we were too drunk. A wise decision all told, though the temptation was great.” Indrid slowly looks him over, smile turning from sleepy to sultry.
“Well uh, this was they day I set aside for sight-seein. Think I could be persuaded to see some sights right here.” His phone buzzes. He ignores it.
“Really now.” Indrid purrs, leaning in to kiss his cheek. On the other nightstand, his phone dings. He ignores it.
“Oughta get some breakfast in us first, fuckin on a hangover stomach ain’t fun.” Another buzz.
“Mmm, very wise. Their breakfast is quite good, you can order whatever you like.” Indrid is nearly in his lap. His phone dings twice more.
“Ain’t you the polite host--for fucks sake.” Duck reaches over and grabs his phone, Indrid sighing and mirroring him when his dings three more times.
He has texts from Juno, Aubrey, and Ned, two calls from Jane, and one from Joe, and all seem to be about…
“Oh no” Indrid covers his mouth with one hand, brown eyes wide, “oh no, oh Duck, oh I’m supremely sorry.”
“Married? What the fuck? We didn’t get married, we cant, there ain’t a spot for it here, what the fuck-”
“Why do they think this, it must be oh, oh dear” he turns his phone. It’s an Instagram profile, at the top of which is a photo of the two of them in their robes in this very bed, lounging together with goofy smiles as Indrid kisses Duck’s cheek. The caption is even worse.
“Best man ever. Internet, say hello to my husband. Isn’t he handsome?” Duck reads aloud, Indrid making a prolonged noise of alarm as the phone continues dinging.
“I’m so sorry, I, I don’t know, I must have been trying to type future husband? Which is still hyperbolic, I was drunk, but it would have been more salvageable.”
“Okay, right, we all done some boneheaded shit havin’ had a few too many, but why the fuck does everyone and their goddamn uncle know?”
“I....I never said my last name last night, did I.”
“No.” Duck’s stomach sours.
“I’m Indrid Cold.”
Duck blinks at him, and even in the midst of the panic he smiles a little.
“I didn’t get the sense you knew of me, which was part of your already considerable charm. I, I am the man you call for your Rolling Stone spread or your Vanity Fair cover, the one magazines fight over to have cover the MET Gala or the Oscars. My social media followers meet the same number as some countries populations, and I am notoriously reclusive and private about my life. Hence the uproar.” He rubs his forehead, “I am fairly certain I just wanted a picture of us; I was having so much fun, you, you made me feel so wonderful and I assumed this would be a fling, and I, I wanted a memento. In my compromised state, I must have misjudged where to put it.”
“Huh.” Duck stares at his phone, still lighting up with new messages. He’s torn between being flattered and being really, really pissed.
“I, ah, I will call my publicist and sort things out now. Excuse me.”
Duck watches Indrid leave. His phone is buzzing with unfamiliar numbers now, and when he answers one it’s a reporter from a fashion site he’s never heard of.
Indrid is handsome, and intriguing, and Duck desperately wants to see as much of him as he can. But there’s no way in hell he can handle this kind of attention, even if it’s misplaced. So while Indrid speaks, hurried and hushed, in the other room, he slips on yesterday’s clothes and disappears out the door.
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He almost doesn’t look at the phone when it buzzes. For starters, he’s at work, but also the last two weeks have made him never want to speak to another living human again. When he pulls it from his pocket and looks at the message a half-dozen emotions hit him at once.
Indrid: I’m fairly certain we exchanged numbers, so I hope this is the right one. Duck, if this is you, I hope you’re well. And if you’re interested, I was wondering if you’d like to meet again.
Duck: Yeah, it’s me. And my answer might be different if I hadn’t spent the last two weeks being hounded by fucking reporters.
Indrid: So my clarification did nothing.
Duck: convinced them there’d been some kind of drama, so now they all want to know if it was a money grab or I’m an escort or some shit like that.
Indrid: I’m sorry, Duck. I’ll make things right, somehow.
Duck: Don’t do it thinking it’ll get you a second date. Because the thought of that much attention all at once again give me fucking hives.
There’s no response, so Duck jams the phone back into his pocket and trudges up the trail.
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Alright, maybe following Indrid’s Instagram was a bad idea. Because, unlike any other celeb on the platform, he never posts pictures of himself. Duck just wants to see his face again.
He looks down, notices four new notifications; an account with only five posts and an icon that’s just two red circles followed him a few days ago, and whoever it belongs to really likes his photos.
Refreshing the app brings a new post from Indrid, black background with red text.
Mr. Cold invites members of the press to learn how they can gain access to exclusive images and information.
“Good for him.” Duck mutters, before rolling over and shutting off the light.
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Duck sits on the pebbled shore by the lake, skipping stones without counting their jumps. He’s off shift, could go home, but some evenings what he likes best is sitting here, watching the world change from afternoon to dusk.
Someone is coming up the trail and he sighs; hardly anyone comes to this lake, and yet someone has to at the exact same time he’s trying to decompress.
“It’s even lovelier in person.”
Pebbles scatter as he spins.
“Indrid, what the fuck are you doing here? Uh, I mean” he scrambles for his words when he sees Indrid wince at the tone, “not that I ain’t happy to see you but...why?”
“I wanted to ask you if you were still being bothered.” The lilt is shy, nearly drowned out by the cicadas.
“Nope. Stopped about a week ago.”
“Ah good. That means my plan worked. You see I, ah, I offered every large press and small freelancer the chance to access never before seen pieces of my work, all for free. In exchange, they signed a contract that they would leave you alone indefinitely, regardless of your relationship to me, and that any writing on me and a partner would only be done with permission from both myself and them. Anyone who violated those clauses would face a very painful lawsuit.”
“You realize that didn’t do much to make people think I meant nothin to you.”
Indrid shrugs, “That was not the point. I wanted them to leave you alone.”
“Oh.” He looks back across the water, watches an Osprey skim the surface, “how’d you know I’d be here?”
“It’s a spot you shoot often, so I showed your friend at the station the photos and she pointed me the right way.”
“...You’re the person who’s been likin all my pictures, ain’t you?”
“Yes. I, ah, you post plenty of yourself, or your friend the Lady Flame tags you, and I, ah, I missed you, I thought about you so much that I wanted to see you. Perhaps that’s, ah, creepy. I thought it better than constantly trying to contact you.”
“Yeah, good call.”
Indrid shifts, awkwardly, “may I sit?”
Duck nods, and Indrid sinks onto the ground next to him.
“You really ain’t dressed for hikin, are you?”
“No. It’s not something I do often, though you make it sound very appealing.”
“We oughta go together then.” He sets his hand, upturned, on the warm rocks in between them.
“I would like that.” Indrid takes it, “perhaps we could go to lunch afterwards.”
“Sounds real nice.” Duck scoots closer, setting their joined hands on his thigh and resting his head on Indrid’s shoulder.
“To be certain I do not make a fool of myself again; are you saying you would like to try dating me?”
“That I would. But you gotta promise one thing.”
“Anything.”
“No pictures until the third date.” He grins and Indrid chuckles, leaning in for a kiss as warm and slow as the setting sun.
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dear dream (ldh) | part 1
word count: 2.8k
warnings: language
chapter summary: Horrible as it may sound, but it seemed as if you were starting to forget what it was like to love him.
a/n: so there’s a lot of narration in the beginning but pls be patient :> ajdaskl also please let me know what you think. thank u, love u.
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You were starting to forget. It’s been eight months after Donghyuck left for training and you were starting to forget everything.
You were starting to forget how his voice sounded on the phone at night, tired and hoarse after a long day but still managing to say sweet things subtly hidden under his teases and cheeky remarks. You were starting to forget how his lips felt on yours, on your cheeks, on your temples, at the top of you head… on your neck. You were starting to forget how his slim fingers fit in the spaces between yours and how his thumb rubs against the back of your hand out of habit. Horrible as it may sound, but it seemed as if you were starting to forget what it was like to love him.
It’s ironic, though. It seemed too soon considering how you were like the first few weeks. Even when he left, he was everywhere. The two of you didn’t break up, with the promise of seeing each other again, the promise of him coming back to you. But it still felt like that… maybe worse. He was gone but you could see him in every store you used to drag him to. You could hear him in every song, even the shitty ones with repetitive riffs and lyrics. He loves random dancing to those. Almost every night, he would appear in your dreams, either as flashbacks or as random scenes.
That is until it started to fade. Your mind that was once filled with Donghyuck has slowly been filled with a lot of something elses.
Things changed faster than you expected them to. You were still on the same job at the bookstore with Taeil who has been promoted to manager. But you went to college where you met a senior who also happened to be your upstairs neighbor. His name is Doyoung. You endorsed him to a job at the bookstore and now you’re colleagues. Both he and Taeil are the closest friends you have at the moment.
Your parents were now retired after securing your future. They sold the house, moved to a smaller place in Busan, and started a barbecue business there. You found a nice starter apartment and started drafting your book once again, but getting nowhere.
And in all those changes, the one person who you’ve always imagined would walk every step of the way with you weren't there.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he said that day. You never understood that statement. It didn’t really make sense no matter how much you thought about it, but it’s the one thing that repetitively plays on your mind. For some reason, it always gave you hope and a weird longing for tomorrow. But as days passed, you realized it really wasn’t enough.
Three months after Hyuck left and the dreams became lesser. You have already opened nine out of twelve of his letters, most of it was because you just wanted to experience his thoughts again. You miss him, but the new environment made it easier to get him off your mind every once in a while.
Six months, the dreams were rare. You missed him more than ever. There was one night when you were alone in your apartment, feeling shitty because you’re not making any progress on a report that was due the next day. You knew if he was there, he’d motivate you to work harder. You knew if he was there, it would all be different. But he wasn’t. So you opened the last letter.
“Read… when you’re mad or upset that I’m not there,” you read out loud. “As if this is going to change anything.”
It didn’t. He still wasn’t there. You drafted a reply, just wanting to let it out of your system. After reading what you wrote, you hated yourself for it. You crumpled the paper and threw it in your drawer, not having the heart to toss it into the garbage itself.
And by the eighth month… the dreams were reduced to none. You almost didn’t notice it, until one night your neighbor was watching the TV too loud. You knew it was his voice that was singing even through the thin walls. You’d recognize it anywhere. You realized you haven’t thought about your boyfriend much lately. It has gotten to the point where you begin to wonder whether it is still right to call him your boyfriend anymore.
You cried that night, feeling guilty. The aching in your chest forced you to open that letter again, the one you’ve read the most: read… when you miss me.
Your eyes scanned the words but you’ve already memorized it by heart.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” you read, muttering to yourself, and before you could stop your tongue, you said, “Bullshit.”
You scribbled on a notepad on your desk: It’s been 8 months since the last time… I’m getting tired. Are we still… us?
Seeing as you thought you’ve forgotten, you were surprised to dream about him again for the first time in a while. It was about the day he told you he was leaving. You still remember the barrage of emotions you felt right then. Those same emotions mirrored themselves in your chest that night, leading to tearstained pillow cases.
“Just… don’t forget about me while you’re there.” You choked down a sob. “Promise me.”
“I promise. I’ll be back before you know it.”
You tossed and turned in your sheets. Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt!
You groaned, your hands desperately looking for your phone somewhere on your bed to turn off the goddamn alarm.
You sighed to yourself, frowning at the sensation of the wet pillow on your cheek. “Fuck my life. It’s too early to be sad.”
You forced your eyes open to check for any notifs on your phone. It was just a bunch of emails from your professors and a few texts from your mom. But at the bottom of the list, received at 2:01 AM today… followed by 9 other tabs.
You blinked and then pinched yourself, trying to see if you were still dreaming. But you weren’t. It’s really there. With a deep breath and a fluttering heart, you tapped on the notification, watching it expand.
hyuckie: y/n!!!
hyuckie: i cant believe im saying this but..
hyuckie: i hope your habits are as bad as i remember :(
hyuckie: please be awake?
hyuckie: i really wanna talk to you, i miss you so much!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
hyuckie: but i guess you’re asleep now
hyuckie: which is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hyuckie: so i’ll talk to you in the morning?
hyuckie: goodnight :>>
You sat up, reading and re-reading the texts. It didn’t seem real. Was it...? Is this some kind of joke fate was playing on you? After almost a month of barely thinking about him, Donghyuck once again let his existence known.
You gulped, the guilt almost eating you inside as your fingers found their way to your keypad.
You: hyuck…?
You: is this real???? are you back??
You waited five minutes. There was no reply. The small hope that bubbled in your chest when you saw his texts dissipated almost immediately. Maybe you just didn’t want to be fooled that easily or maybe you were getting tired of holding onto something that hasn’t really been sitting fully within your reach for so long.
Still, throughout the day, you checked your phone more than you usually do. Even while crossing the pedestrian. Even when you were in a lecture. Even while walking in the hallway. Even when you were manning the cashier at work. You checked your phone too much that it annoyed those who were watching.
“Y/N, stop it. You’re being stupid,” Doyoung said after he returned from a round of stacking books. He has a habit of saying things straight to people’s faces. Usually, it’s a good thing, but it’s also very annoying.
You looked up, consciously putting your phone back in your pocket with a sigh.
“He’s still probably busy. I’m sure he just had, like, a night off and decided to text you.” He shrugged. “His agency don’t really give their artists breaks that much, especially since he just debuted.”
Doyoung sometimes works in the same agency as Hyuck. He’s always getting hired by people here and there to sing demos or background vocals. Even when you’ve only really heard him sing under his breath, it’s not hard for you to say he’s talented. Also, he gives you scoop on what’s happening inside Hyuck’s agency. They’ve met a lot. But as a favor, you made Doyoung promise not to tell Hyuck that you know each other.
Maybe it sounds wrong, but you weren’t really spying on your boyfriend. Besides, Doyoung is almost useless when it comes to updating you about Hyuck. All he ever tells you are his schedules, but that’s not what you wanted to know. Whenever you talk about him, it always goes something like
“How’s he doing?”
“He seemed okay.”
“Does he talk about me sometimes?”
“No, but we didn’t really talk much. He and his friends scare me.”
You ran a hand through your hair in frustration. Your mind was a mess. You don’t know what to feel about Hyuck finally reaching out to you, and for some reason, you wanted to explain what made him do it even if the explanation sounded ridiculous.
“He decided to text me at 2 in the morning, after eight months of nothing,” you said, glaring at him. “It doesn’t make sense. Somebody probably just played a prank on him.”
“By texting you?” Doyoung snorted.
You shrugged. “Why not?”
“That’s what won’t make sense,” he muttered.
“Nothing makes sense.” You sighed.
“And yet you check your phone every two minutes just in case he replied.” He shook his head. “Again, you’re being stupid.”
You were just thinking of a retort when a customer came up to the counter and asked if you had anything available on astrology. Doyoung only smiled at her politely but offered no answer.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll find them on the last aisle.” You smiled at the lady. When she was gone, you turned back to your friend who was busy scanning some magazine he picked up. “I’m not being stupid.”
Doyoung snorted. “First of all, lame comeback. Second, yes, you are. You’re going back and forth between ‘oh I miss my boyfriend’ and ‘I don’t even know if I care anymore.’ And you’ve been going at it for months, Y/N! Make up your mind. You have to realize this whole situation is unfair to you. Third, you worry too much. Has he even seen your text yet?”
You frowned. You hate it when Doyoung is right, which is most of the time. It’s unfair that he’s always the one who makes sense. It’s worse because he tells you things you don’t want to hear but definitely should. You almost wish Taeil was here. Doyoung seems to be more reserved around him, though you’re not really sure why.
“He hasn’t,” you replied weakly. “But just to be sure…” You whipped your phone out again.
Doyoung groaned loudly, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. “And here we have an idiot,” he grumbled. “God, Y/N. Give yourself a break.”
You just rolled your eyes, continuing to navigate your phone until you’ve reached your message thread with Hyuck. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Read 8:41 PM
“He’s seen it,” you muttered, mostly to yourself. But Doyoung heard it, too. Even he couldn’t hide his surprise.
“He has?” He leaned over to look. “Why isn’t he replying then? It’s been a minute.”
“Baby steps. Doyoungie,” you said kindly.
“Oh, so now you're back to being a hopeless romantic?” He sighed. “God, you’re gonna’ give me whiplash. Whatever. Just tidy up the counter. We have to close soon.”
You nodded.
Doyoung went to walk around the store again leaving you alone by yourself. You left your phone unlocked, the screen still displaying Hyuck’s messages as you moved around and did your routine of fixing the counter and the displays in front of it.
You’ve arranged everything and checked the store’s valuables twice, yet there were still no changes on your phone except your battery has gone down 2%.
“He really left me on read,” you muttered to yourself. “Unbelievable.”
With a sigh, you locked your phone, giving up. Maybe Doyoung was right (again). Hyuck probably just finally had a night to himself and decided to talk to you, but you couldn’t reply. Fuck timing. It always ruins everything.
The lady from earlier came to you once again to purchase an astrology book. She smiled and said thanks after you handed the book back in a paper bag. You returned her smile, but inside you were questioning why people even believe in stars. You shrugged. Who am I to talk though? Why do I even believe in a relationship that doesn’t feel like one anymore? you thought to yourself.
As if the universe was determined to prove you wrong, your phone started ringing, vibrating against the wooden surface of the counter. When your eyes landed on the caller ID, you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
“hyuckie”
It took you a moment to react. Before you started dating, Donghyuck changed the setting of his ringtone on your phone to Stay With Me by Chanyeol & Punch. He did it as a joke to tease you, but after getting used to it, you didn’t bother to change it. You regret that decision now. The song played as if you were in some sort of romantic drama, awaiting for the male lead. It seems ridiculous to imagine, but it was enough to build the tension.
You answered the call before the vocals came in.
“...hello?” you said, your voice smaller than usual.
“Y/N?” Hyuck’s voice came through the speakers. You felt your heart clench just by the sound of it. “Hi.”
“Hyuck?” you asked, feeling stupid right after. There was no doubt it was him. But it felt surreal that he’s calling you right now that you just had to make sure.
“Who else, silly?” He laughed. “How’s my baby?”
Your face scrunched as you suppressed a scream. Why am I being like this? It’s just Hyuck, you thought to yourself, trying to calm down. But it’s Hyuck!!! You wanted to cry but you were still in public. A customer might come in at the last minute and see you bawling your eyes out. Even the thought of it makes you want to punch yourself.
“Wait, is it really you?!” You could barely hide the emotions in your voice. It was too much, a heavy mixture of excitement and nostalgia and happiness and for a reason… also sadness.
“Yes, idiot. Where are you?” He sounded a bit breathless. His voice mixed with the faint sound of traffic in the background. He was out, alright, but is he on a break? How long is this phone call going to last?
You looked around, suddenly confused, mind hazy. “I’m… where am I… um, I’m at work. Why? Where are you?”
“You’re still at work? But it’s 9,” he said.
“Yeah, we’re closing soon. Where are you? Are you on a break? Why are you calling now?” You wanted to ask so many questions but they’re all getting jammed in your mind at the moment. It doesn’t even matter since Hyuck isn’t answering any of them.
“Close it now,” he said.
“What?”
“Close the store now.”
“Why? My friend is still arranging the shelves.” You looked around for Doyoung.
“Tell your friend you have to go home,” he said before letting out a breath.
“What? But the keys are with me. Taeil would be mad if it gets lost,” you reasoned. “What are you even—”
“Just tell your friend something important came up.”
“There’s literally nothing going on in my life right now. What important thing would ‘come up?’” You snorted. “Just—”
You heard the bell hanging above the door ring, making you jump on your feet. “Shit. I have to go. We have a customer. I’ll call you, please pick up later. Imissyou,Iloveyou,byebye,” you said as fast as you could, crouching down lower with every word, hoping to hide from the eyes of whoever just came in.
You ended the call, putting the phone back in your pocket, before standing up straight, ready to greet the guest.
“Hi, how may I help…”
“Hi.” The guy smiled, chest heaving slightly, trying to catch his breath.
He was wearing a black jacket over a plain white shirt that was tucked in his jeans. The look was so simple, yet he still looked amazing. Better than your remember. Better than he appears on TV. Something about him was different, you could feel it. He looked different. He was taller and his cheeks were somehow smaller than you remembered. His hair was a different shade of brown than when you last saw. He was still slightly slouched but something about his stance is more powerful. He held himself with more pride now. And rightfully so. But underneath all of those, you could still feel it. That familiarity. That sense of security that no matter how many things have changed, he still is the same Lee Donghyuck. And somehow, despite your doubts and overthinking, you just knew he still is your Lee Donghyuck.
“Hyuck,” you said, voice faltering. You didn’t think it was this easy to have tears pooling in your eyes, but it was. Fuck, you thought. “Hi.”
He let out a chuckle upon seeing your reaction. “To answer your question, I’m your important thing that came up.”
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What does merching mean? What the royals dress in has always been reported and sites that track what they wear have existed long before Kate joined the family
Oh, boy, you’re hitting my sweet spot. I love merching.
“Marching” is being paid to wear something, either by freebies or a straight out cash payment. This article explains how it works.
https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2014/03/hollywood-fashion-stylists-rachel-zoe-leslie-fremar
Yes, the royal brands get a ton of coverage and there has long been speculation about what, if anything, the royals get in exchange for the exposure they provide.
https://anonymoushouseplantfan.tumblr.com/post/169751137846/on-merching
They have an Audi deal, for example.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1376067/Why-royals-drive-Audis-Could-60-discount.html
And those Soho House promos are looking pretty suspicious.
Pippa is not a royal, so her merching is pretty obvious. Her Australia honeymoon was a bonanza of merching. I suspect she actually paid off the entire trip with the merch and likely had money leftover.
https://anonymoushouseplantfan.tumblr.com/post/163819055716/random-thoughts
Meghan is on a different level though. She did a ton of merching during her blogger days. That’s what lifestyle bloggers do. It’s also what Kruger Cowne does. They set up brand relationships for their clients. Sometimes it’s with a charity like One Young World and sometimes its a makeup company like Clarins. Same difference.
https://anonymoushouseplantfan.tumblr.com/post/160430760216/do-you-think-katecresschels-merched-as-well-i
Meghan’s marching really picked when she met Harry, though. Remember those yoga pap walks? That’s when I started to think she was heavily into merching.
https://anonymoushouseplantfan.tumblr.com/post/159582657611/still-merching-hard
Marching is also what Jess does for a living. She talked to Toronto Life about her “brandtastic life” and, well, it’s quite a read.
https://torontolife.com/city/society/ben-jess-show/
I don’t claim marching on everything she wears, but if she wears a brand for three months, three to five times, like that VF article says they do under contracts I count it as merching. Bonus merching points if she stops wearing her “favorite brand” altogether after the three months lapse (as happened with J Crew, Everlane, Barbour, and Mulberry). Mega merching points if the brand helpfully identifies the item from a blurry fragment pic as Club Monaco did with the Sandringham dress that-no-one-ever-saw-so-how-the-hell-did-they-even-know-it-was-theirs, and even more merching points if the corporation flat out comes out and calls her a “longtime friend of the brand.”
http://people.com/royals/meghan-markles-298-church-dress-is-still-in-stock-and-shes-twinning-with-savannah-guthrie/
Jess Mulroney having a pre-existing relationship with the brand (Birks, The Line, Sentaler, some glasses company whose name I forgot) also brings additional merching point. The brands will sometimes flat out say that Jess created the “relationship” and will brag about sending Meghan merch.
http://people.com/royals/designers-cant-keep-up-with-the-meghan-markle-effect-we-have-3000-people-on-the-wait-list/
http://www.thejewelleryeditor.com/jewellery/article/story-behind-meghan-markles-birks-jewels/
By the way, those “longtime” relationships with Club Monaco and Birks date all the way back to June 2017. Everlane is also 2017
If it’s a one-off, I could it as a freebie with additional freebie points if the corporation admits they sent it in (as happened with the Invictus sunglasses), or if idiot Jess tells People magazine that she asked that it be sent to KP (as she did with the Strathberry purse).
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-4925848/Brand-sells-20K-sunglasses-Meghan-Markle-wore-shades.html
http://people.com/royals/meghan-markle-nottingham-outfit/
I have a huge obsession with the merching. I can’t prove there’s a relationship, but there’s a ton of suspicious stuff out there, and I’m surprised that the royals are letting her be this blatant about it. Someone should really look into this.
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Winter Wonderland
A/N: A continuation of The Nutcracker. I don’t know why my internal clock has skipped Halloween time hype and has gone straight to Christmas mania but it has. So expect a couple more Christmas smut’s after this one. I’m on a roll, ya’ll
Word Count: 7k… Damnnnn sorry guys. I got carried away.
Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, Oral sex(female receiving)Alcohol consumption. And until I earn to control my sailor like mouth, all of my stories will contain strong language.
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You we’re rushing to finish getting ready. You’d misjudged how long it was going to take setting the decorators on the right path and spent hours meticulously making sure that the garlands around the staircase we’re perfect, tweaking ice sculptures and making sure floral arrangements were up to par. This Christmas party would be one to remember, and you we’re going to make sure everything was perfect.
Aesthetically, at least.
So, after taking up so much of afternoon down in the “show room” with Pepper and the other organizers you’d all but sprinted up to you bedroom. On a race against the clock to make sure you didn’t show up to the party you’d worked so very hard on looking like a total mess. You’d managed to shower, shaving and moisturizing in record time. Then you’d pulled your undergarments up your body, wiggling into the shapewear, huffing as you slid it up over your thick thighs and tummy. It held you nicely, controlling your rolls and making your body appear to be smooth and coke bottle shaped. With large curlers in your hair, making you look both glamorous and ridiculous, you work furiously on your makeup. Blending warm shades into your eyelids, perfecting your skin with foundation. Putting on false lashes that touched your cheeks when you blinked. Bronzing. Highlighting. The whole nine yards.
You we’re known for your girly, overdone ways.
You never really did know how to be “casual”
You slide on your dress, the velvet material gliding against your skin deliciously and admire it in the mirror for a moment. The maroon number is a gorgeous piece of clothing. It’s long sleeved, wrap styled, and came down just below your knees so it gave that elegant vibe, but the high slit up the side revealed enough thigh to keep it fun and modern.
Your sliding on your heels when Bucky walks through the door of your(pretty much shared) bedroom, not bothering to knock. You almost have a heart attack, and demand he make his presence known instead of ninja-ing everywhere.
“Sorry, doll” Bucky chuckles half heartedly as he looks you up and down, his steely eyes take on a predatory glint the more they take in “Christ, baby, you look gorgeous”
He’s never seen you dressed up like this; you appeared like you easily could have just walked in from the 40’s with the way your soft curls are pinned loosely to the side of your head and your make up makes your eyes look even more cat-like then usual. It floors him, to be honest. He tries not to stand there with his mouth hanging open. Tries, and fails.
His praises make you smile, but you ignore him and go to your jewelry counter, scowering it for that one pair of gold chain earrings. You don’t have the time to indulge your insatiable boyfriend right now. He cant tear his eyes away, the way the red velvet material of the dress hugs your figure is something absolutely sinful, especially when you bend over in those strappy heels of yours and the fabric pulls taught across your plump ass.
“Ooof, Bucky!” You protest, as his strong hands, both flesh and vibranium, grip you by the hips, pulling you backwards towards his broad chest.
“Baby, I don’t have time! We were supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago!” You squirm in his grasp, but he’s unyielding as he buries his nose in your hair and nearly salivates.
You we’re wearing that perfume he loved too. The one that made your skin smell like candy. Vanilla laced with little hints of honeysuckle.
“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to kill me tonight? Is that your plan?” You can feel his hot breath on your ear and it makes you claw at his arm, your cherry red nails digging into his dark suit jacket as you attempted to escape.
“No, It’s actually not. I’m going to need you to show some restraint right now, James. I have to finish getting ready” You scold him, looking him straight in the eye in the reflection on the large, vanity mirror so that he could see you were completely serious. He smirks at your use of his God given name.
“I’m serious, Buck, stop looking at me like that”
“Like what” He gruffs, holding tight to your waist, not breaking eye contact with your reflection. He looks like he might tear your dress off right now, the mischievous determination in his eyes is unnerving. You knew naughty Bucky; the man who’d reach up your skirt in a crowd, who’d pin you against the nearest wall and whisper things to you that would make the devil himself blush. You had no time for this side of him, at least not right now.
You push on his arms until he lets you spin in them, lets you face him. You pull up your big girl panties, determined not to let him hypnotize you with that gaze of his. And you knew just the way to get him to back off.
“Like you want to ruin all my hard work. Puddin’, you know I’ve been so excited for this” Your eyes go big and doe like, your voice drops a couple notches but raises a couple octaves “Let’s go enjoy this party, kay?”
He sighs. You really do play dirty. Your cartoon like pout never fails- you know he cant deny you anything when you look at him like this. His forehead drops to yours in resignation and you grin triumphantly.
You win, again. As usual. The man really was wrapped all the way around your finger.
“If you’re a good boy tonight, maybe I’ll let you open one of your Christmas presents early” You whisper to him, your tone sultry and promising before you press a quick kiss to his nose and yank yourself out of his dazed arms.
“There they are” You grab the earrings you’d been looking for and slip them on, leaving your semi hard boyfriend frozen in his place.
“You’re an evil woman” He accuses, looking like a kicked puppy dog.
“You’re in love with me” you singsong in return, still rushing around the room in a flurry. Bucky shakes his head, he cant deny that one.
The party is stunning, and as you walk through the foyer, your fingers laced with Bucky’s you fill a swell of pride in your stomach.
The Avengers “First Annual Winter Wonderland” charity bash is everything you and Pepper had dreamed up and more. It was elegant, and classy but still looked homey- the atmosphere warm. Shades of gold and silvers decked out every surface, clashing beautifully with the crimson accents and large pine trees. Everything twinkled, the effect of “ice” and “snow” really shown through.
You looked over at Bucky, waggling your eyebrows, a proud look on your face.
“Wow, doll. You really out did yourself” He commends, chuckling at how pleased with yourself you look. “I guess I can forgive you for runnin’ me up the fucken’ walls for these past few weeks. Your party turned out nice enough”
The thunk of you swatting his shoulder comes after his smartalick comment, but your chuckle follows it.
“Are you already starting crap? Isn’t it a little early for you to be such a pain in the neck?” Steve comes up to the two of you, looking sharp in his button down. Sharon is right beside him, her hair falling in polished waves. You’ve never seen her not in her usual work attire- so the dress she has on makes you do a double take.
Well god damn, get it Steve.
“Ha-ha. You decidin’ to come down of your Cap'in issued high horse and join the rest of us commoners tonight?” Bucky retorts, amused at Steve’s language choice, clapping his hand to his best friend shoulder. You roll your eyes fondly at the two. This was constant. They we’re such children. Before turning your attention to Sharon and telling her that her dress was to die for.
Us girls have got to stick together, was your life mantra.
The party is far from small; there’s at least a hundred plus people and even though Bucky has come a long way from his reclusive Bulgaria days, it’s still a little much for him. He sticks to either yours or Steve’s side, mingling cordially with the crowds of people. He was an Avenger, it came with the territory, so he knew he had to. No matter how much he didn’t want to.
“Baby I’m going to go check on Tony and Pepper” You whisper to him as you untangle your hand. You had your own rounds to make, and you didn’t want to force him too far out of his comfort zone. “I’ll be right back”
Bucky nods, not really wanting you to leave him, but he’s a grown man who knows his girls got a job to do so he kisses you on he cheek and tells you to “handle your business”
How you love him.
Bucky’s eyes are glued to your backside as you walk away, never leaving the sway of your hips until you disappear into the crowd
He hates to see you leave, but damn, does he love to watch you go.
Steve notices his friends staring and shakes his head “Come on, bud. Let’s go make our rounds. People magazine is over there, the want to give you a quick interview about making their 2017 ‘Most Beautiful list’”
Funniest part is, Steve wasn’t kidding. Bucky groans, desperately wishing that he could get drunk. All of this would be so much easier if he wasn’t forced to go through it sober. Screw his super soldier enhanced abilities. He’d give up super strength in a minute in return for being able to drink a beer and actually feel the after effects.
“I need a drink” He grumbles, his face sour. Lips turned down as he fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest.
Bing.
The idea pops into Steve’s head and he truly thinks he’s a genius…well maybe not so much because it just occurred to him now…Still super smart though…
“Steve?” Sharon questions him, one of her thinly manicured eyebrows raised at the look on her dates face.
“Hey, Buck, Thor’s at this party, huh?”
Bucky turns to look at his friend, feeling confused as Sharon looks “Yeah, why?”
“Let’s go find him”
You’ve been trying to find away to politely exit the conversation you’ve been trapped in with the ambassadors of both Bahrain and Denmark, talking politics at a Christmas party really wasn’t how you’d planned on spending your night. Still, you force a smile and add witty comments every now and then as you sip on your second spiked egg-nog cocktail.
When you finally find your way back to your side of the party, where your friends and colleagues- who all happened to be the same people we’re your happily tipsy. Definitely not drunk. Not even close. But buzzing pleasantly.
“Well look who finally made a jail break” Natasha greets you as you approach and you fight the urge to flip her off. Mostly everyone’s gathered at a couple of the tables that have been pushed together. Laughter is ringing the loudest from this area of the room. Clint, Laura, Tony, Pepper and Rhodey sit on one side. Followed by Thor and Bruce, who have been extremely close since their little trip to Asgard, then Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sharon and Bucky. Nat’s sitting next to Maria and they’re shit talking the head of the CIA. Scott’s there too, face down on the table. Sam’s at the buffet table chatting up a pretty brunette.
“Yeah, with no help from you. You’re such a great friend, Romanoff” You snipe at her and she holds up her hands, her green eyes laughing before turning back to Hill.
“There’s my best girl!” Bucky’s voice is too loud, booming joyously and you shoot him a glance, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you down, unceremoniously rough, into his lap.
“Bucky!” You hiss at him, trying to straighten yourself a bit, your cheeks tinging red. No one at the table even blinked but you still felt a little weird sitting your fat ass on your boyfriend in public.
He has you spread over both of his thighs, too. Almost bridal style, his metal arm cradling your back. Cuddling you to him
“I missed you. You’ve been gone forever” The slur in his voice is noticeable “You said you’d be right back”
Why does he sound like that?
You grab him by his freshly shaven chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes for a moment.
Searching.
Your e/c eye’s scan his icy, unfocused ones and you almost gasp at what you find.
“Holy fuck, are you drunk?”
He sniggers at this, lazily, through his nose and nods.
“Your boyfriends sloshed” Tony comments from across the table, slurring his own words heavily.
What the hell had happened? You’d been gone for forty five minutes, tops, and you come back and everyone’s shitfaced? How had Bucky even gotten drunk? You two had been trying different ways to get him inebriated for months. Whole cases of beer. Vodka. That one time you’d tried to keep up with him as he threw back tequila shots and he’d ended up carrying you to your room because you’d completely blacked out…then it dons on to you and your head snaps in Thors’ direction.
He gives you a sheepish grin and holds out the flask of Asgardian hell to you.
“You didn’t” You look down at your boyfriend who just laughs again, before pressing his face into your neck.
“Would you care for a shot, Lady Y/N?” Thor offers “Most everyone else has. You’re the one who stresses the very importance of team bonding”
“No I would not care for a shot, thank you very much” you would never willingly ingest even a drop of that vile liquid ever again “Last time I drank that I woke up two days later on my bathroom floor”
As you take in the faces of your friends, you can clearly see that almost all of them have decided to be lush’s and partake in the idiocy.
“You too, Steve?” You groan, his face is flushed from the liquor and he keeps reaching over to whisper into Sharon’s ear.
“Hey, Bucky’s always been a very talented peer pressurer!” Steve defends himself, hiccupping in between the sentence and you just shake your head, laughing at the hilarity of it all.
Clint’s head is on Laura’s shoulder and he’s looking at her as though she’s Aphrodite in the flesh. Bruce and Thor have started to arm wrestle. Wanda looks dazed, when you ask her if she’s okay she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Scott doesn’t even look like he’s breathing.
And Bucky,
Well he’s nuzzling his head deeper and deeper into your chest, the prickle of his chin against your most sensitive skin makes you jump a little bit and you place a hand on his hair, trying to urge him away from you.
“Bucky”
“This dress is so soft. Holy shit, what is this even made out of?” He runs his face all along the front of the dress and you wonder if he knows just how extremely inappropriate it looks. He’s all but motor-boating you, at a party full of government officials. And SHIELD agents, Celebrities. Publicity…
“You’ve gotta stop, mister” you urge him, going to stand up.
Him and that stupid strong death grip of his.
“Uh, uh Y/N last time I let you go you we’re gone forever” Bucky whines in protest, holding on to you tight.
Huh, so this is what your boyfriend was like drunk? Needy. You couldn’t complain, if you were being totally honest you loved it when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but it just wasn’t the place for it.
“I’m going to go ten feet over to the buffet table and make you a plate of food so you can sober up a little bit, okay?” You reason.
“I’ll go with you”
“No, baby, just stay here. Look, you can literally see me. I’ll be right back” You laugh as you detach yourself from the overgrown man child and click over to the table, intending on loading him up a carb, bread filled plate.
You we’re happy he was enjoying himself, but you knew how gnarly the effects of that drink could be and you wanted to makesure you didn’t end up with a blacked out Bucky at the end of the night.
When you look over and see him taking yet another shot from the Asgardian flask you close your eyes and breathe through your nose. Yup. This night, was going to be a long one.
You pop one of the mini quiches into your mouth, as you finish loading Bucks plate up with every thing you knew he’d like- making sure to stay away from anything that looks particularly spicy.
“Here you go” you set the plate and water infront of him and he looks up at you with a dopey smile.
“Give me some sweetness, sugar” he puckers his lips up at you, his hands reaching for your waist “your too good to me”
You manage to evade being pulled back into his lap, opting instead for the seat beside him. He pouts but slings his arm across the back of your chair as he makes a dent in his plate.
You know this game, have danced this dance before. You’d been around this group while they were drunk countless times before. Tony got- well more Tony-er. Annoying arrogant and Rhodey was telling glory stories that you’d heard a thousand times, but you still listened intently because you know how his feelings got hurt when people ignored them.
Little brawler from Brooklyn Steve had come out to play and he was getting real invested in those arm wrestling matches. Him and Bucky had gone at it for a good fifteen minutes, both super soldiers amped up and evenly matched. You happen to know Buck let Steve win, you see it when it happens and you squeeze his hand in praise under the table for him being a good friend. Peter comes over, claiming “I get winner!” And pins Steves arm in five seconds flat. Highlight of the night is Steves face after that to be honest.
Natasha is making a rotation, flirting with everyone at the table, her energy amped up to a thousand.
“Stop staring at me, Nat!” You laugh as you feel her eyes burn holes into the side your your face. She’d been extremely touchy, as usual and you couldn’t wait to tease her about it in the morning.
She had a tendancy to get very lesbihonest with you when she drank.
“You really do have a goregous profile, you know that, Y/N” her voice is filled with admiration as she reaches over to smooth a flyaway strand hair away from your face. You didn’t even flinch from her touch, she was one of your closest friends and you were used to her drunken flirting with everything that walks.
“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” Bucky interrupted before you could reply, his voice filled with a ridiculous amount of pride “Could be a poster girl if she wanted to. My baby dolls such a dime piece”
You roll your eyes at the both of them.
“You guys are drunkkkk” you stress the end of the sentance with a laugh.
“No, Y/N. You really are so pretty” your surprised to hear that come from Laura “And the kids absolutely adore you. They can’t stop talking about you! Lila said she wanted us to adopt you so that you could come live on the farm”
You place a hand on your heart and your face scrunched up with the flood of love you have for those Barton kids. You wished they were down here instead of upstairs with the sitter.
“My heart” you accuse “I love those children”
You turn to Bucky then “I’m going to leave you to go live on the farm with my new adoptive parents, okay?” You tease him and he gives you a dangerous little smirk in response.
“Doll, if you think your ever going anywhere without me, your nuts” he informs you, simply. As though it was a fact, not a statement. Anyone else would have just thought it was a joke, but you could hear the undertone of it. See that possessive gleam in his eyes. The one that makes you all hot and fluttery every time.
You adjust in your seat, your thighs clamping together as you do. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he reaches over. Looking like he’s just kissing your hair. Innocently enough.
But his breath is in your ear, close and quiet enough so that only you can hear “You gushin in your panties for me, yet?”
You pull your head away, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cocktail. You’d been forced to deal with him and his insanely dirty mouth before, you knew how to handle it. Even if it did have your insides twisting in anticipation, you could keep a cool demeanor.
“Nope” you pop the 'p’ as you rebuff him. That makes him grin, his chin dropping to your shoulder.
“Liar” he challenges knowingly. He knows you, knows your body. Knows the pretty pair of panties you have on are probably dampening, even though you swear your a good girl, even though you try to deny it. He can only laugh at the death glare you shoot him, patting your thigh with his huge palm before he straightens back up.
Uh oh. You think. Drunk Bucky is a dangerous Bucky.
It goes on like that for the duration of the night, the drunk Avengers are definitely an interesting sight to behold and you have a feeling there’s going to be a couple of articles about this in upcoming magazines. But nothing too major or scandalous happens. No, it’s a genuinely good time, just like you had hoped it would be.
You’ve never seen Bucky so…carefree at such a big social event. He’s laughing boisterously and cracking jokes with everyone. His New York accent is thick and prominent and his smile is extremely dimpled.
And…he’s more handsy then you ever could of imagined. You literally can’t fight him. Every time you stop him, he’s somewhere else. His prosthetic fingers trailing up your thigh, under your dress. His flesh ones toying with the neckline of it, skin touching skin as he pushes his boundaries. And he does it casually, keeping up his animated drunk conversations.
The thing about that Asgardian liquor is it creeps up on you, you remember. One minute your feeling fine and warm and chatty. The next? Your literally two seconds from throwing up, the room spinning as you re-evaluate your life choices.
Bucky leans heavily into you, shifting so that you can cradle his head on the table and you know it’s starting to catch up with him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m good-” he yawns largely and loudly “I’m just startin’ to get a little tired, that’s all”
“The room starting to spin?” You ask him as you stroke his hair. He’s practically purring. Your big fluffy kitten in your lap. He was never like this in public, this sort of exchange was usually saved for the privacy of your room.
“Mmm, Is’ not so bad, I’ve been drunker. I was in the army, remember, shug?”
You love his accent the way it is when he’s drunk. All raspy and smooth. It’s music to your ears and you wished he’d talk like this more often.
“I love you” you surprize him as you press a kiss to his temple.
“I love you too”
“You guys are sickening” Tony grimaces “no seriously, like teeth rottingly, stomachaching sickening”
You just roll your eyes and continue stroking Bucky’s hair.
Pepper swats his arm “Don’t be rude, if anything you should be taking notes, Anthony Stark”
“Yeah, take notes, motherfucker” you taunt and Bucky barks in laughter.
“Y/N” even in Steves near incoherent state he can still manage to use his Captian tone “You really do have one of the worst mouths I’ve ever heard. And I grew up in Brooklyn, so that’s sayin’ something”
“Leave my girl alone” Bucky gallantly defends you…except for its a jumbled mutter because his face is pressed deep into your arm.
You detirmine it’s time to call it a night when the floods of people have left and it’s only the intimate group of those who inhabited this tower left.
Bucky hadn’t raised his head in ages and you were sure he was asleep. You weren’t far behind him, the long day you’d had finally taking its toll.
“Whose down for pictionary?” Tony proposes and when everyone agrees you know to make your exit. Last time there was a game of drunk pictionary it had almost ended in a three way brawl between Steve, Thor and Maria.
“I think we’re going to start heading out” you know your going to get shit for it but you don’t care. You want relief from your pinching heels, out of the restricting spanx.
“Come on Y/N. I know your man’s a hundred but you aren’t” Sam jests, nursing a beer and a bruised ego. That leggy brunette had opted not to stay the night- and held spent all night chasing her.
“Screw off Sam” Bucky, who apparently wasn’t knocked out spits at Sam and you chuckle before starting to move to get up, pulling him with you.
“We’re going to ride up with you, Nathaniel gets fussy throughout the night” Clint and Laura stand too.
After dealing with a barraging of “you sucks” and “come on you guys” you and Bucky begin the journey to your room. His arms are wrapped around you from behind and he leans down, chin on your head, causing the two of you to do this weird little penguin shuffle.
“Bucky I can barley walk!” You laugh at him “Your too heavy for this kind of shit!”
“Hey, you said you loved my body!” he feigns hurt and Clint snorts so hard it echoes in the small elevator.
The ride to the floor Clint and Laura are on is pleasant. You chat with the older couple idly. About the kids and the impending Christmas Eve. The ding signals that you’ve reached their floor.
You and Laura kiss cheeks and Clint claps both yours and Bucky’s shoulders as they exit.
“Use protection, kids aren’t as much fun as they seem!” Clint advises, the resonating smack Laura gives his head is the last thing you hear before the doors close again.
Everybody’s significant other’ getting slapped up tonight.
You peek at Bucky who’s sniggering to himself. He really was a giggly, happy drunk.
“Little does he know we haven’t used protection like ever” you roll your eyes. You and Bucky had never used condoms, you’d hurried to get on the pill after you two had become sexually active. Neither of you the biggest latex fans
“Mmm thank god. You know I hate rubbers” he kisses the shell of your ear. He’s bold tonight, all of his inhibitions gone away with his sobriety and you squeek when his hands plane down your body fast to grab the boson of your dress and roughly yank it up.
“Bucky” you gasp as his flesh fingers trail over your teddy covered stomach, quickly descending downwards between your legs. He’d never been so forward- so reckless.
“Fuck” he hisses as his fingers find your sweet spot, he can feel the saturation that’s collected in the outside or the lace “I knew it”
You know there’s no use in pushing him away so you cling to his metal arm what’s slung around your middle, holding you up as his fingers being to furiously work at you. Usually there’s a slow build up, he’ll go slow. Take his time. Tease you, but tonight there’s none of that. He forces you to spread your legs and lean back into his chest and as he slips his hand inder the lace. The tight material and your thighs hug his knuckles as he rubs your clit at a furious pace.
The sounds you make resemble choking as he roughly, but nimbly maneuvers you little ball of nerves.
“Feel good?” He puffs in your ear and you just nod. Fuck yeah, it feels good. There’s no warning when he slams his fingers in you, two at once. Your walls stretch around the digets and you let out a small scream. He doesn’t even give you the time to adjust, he just starts pumping them at a pace that matched the way he’d been with your clit. Unforgiving. Your thighs begin to shake and your knees go weak as you claw at his bicep, your head lolling from side to side againts his sharp collar bone. Your already so close, the speed at which he impales you with his fingers makes your brain foggy and your eyes are almost crossing.
The elevator dings- you’ve reached your floor and his hand slips back out of your underwear. You spin in his arms and lean up, crashing your mouth to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders trying frantically to pull him closer. He just reaches down, grabbing at the back of your thighs and lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
Before Bucky- this wasn’t a scenario you could have ever even imagined happening. A man, picking you up with no trouble and carrying you to your bed? No, not with your derrière. But with Bucky’s enhanced strength he’d reassured your nervous mind on many occasions that he could and would continue to carry you.
He even holds you up with one arm, the vibranium one, as he types the code into the keypad. Your not making it easy for him, with the way your kissing all over his face, all teeth and tongue. You nip at jaw, biting the taught, sharp flesh and bone like you were always dying to before salving it with your tongue.
It’s all fun and lust fueled games until Bucky stumbles drunkenly and almost sends you both tumbling to the ground. Somehow me manages to catch himself, your back thudding againts the wall as he uses it to resteady himself.
There’s a terse, silent moment before you both look at eachother and the small, guilty giggle he releases makes you bust into a fit of laughter.
“Oh my gosh, you are so wasted” you shake your head at him, starting to shimmy out of his arms. He was too drunk, you concur in that moment. Too drunk to continue, even if he had worked you up.
“Y/N” he whinely protests as you command he let you down.
“Nope, you’re so drunk I highly doubt you could even keep it up-” you start as your heels hit the ground and you pull away from his embrace.
“Is that a challenge?” The glint in Bucky’s eyes is sharp and playful.
“Listen I’m going to go get changed for bed, you should too” you give him a melodramatic pat on his shoulder before your walking away from him and into your large shared closet. Bucky collapses heavily into your bed, grumbling about “evil woman. Beautiful fuckinf evil woman”
There truly is nothing better then putting on a pair of pajamas after being constricted for som many hours. Taking off your makeup is almost orgasmic, you groan delightfully as you pull off the false lashes.
The freedom.
When you renter the bedroom Bucky’s still in a heap on the end of your bed, but he’s managed to kick off his shoes and dress pants. So that he’s still completely clothed from the waist up, blazer and everything. It’s honestly the most ridiculously cute thing you’ve ever seen.
You manage to grab your phone and snap a stealthy picture, vowing to yourself that it’s definitely your new screen saver.
You crawl into the large bed, planing your hand gently over his cheek. He looks pretty conked out and you know that there’s no way your going to be able to maneuver the bear of a man.
“Bucky?”
His eyes shift under his eyelids “Hmm, doll-face?”
“You good down here or you want to finish getting changed and come up here with me?”
You make your way up the bed and slink under the layers of blankets, waiting for Bucky to make his move.
He’s sedentary for a moment but then shifts upwards and manages to literally rip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He sways for a moment before walking on his knees and then collapsing on top of the blankets, on top of you.
“Unf” he knocks the breath out of you “Come on, Buck”
He just nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, breathing you in deeply. “You smell good enough to eat”
“Bucky” your tones warning,
“Is that what I should do? Eat you? Will you let me?” He starts pecking down your face, chin, neck.
“Bu-ucky” your voice wavers as his kisses descend. “At least get into the covers with me. Please” you pull the blankets open and he gives you a goofy grin before climbing into the cozy warmth next to you. You expect him to nuzzle into your side like he normally does but he quickly disappears out of sight under the thick duvet.
It’s all open mouthed kisses from there, he’s sucking savagely on every inch of skin he can reach, leaving hot wet trails in his wake. His fingers greedily slide along your thighs, grabbing and digging into the supple flesh. He’s being so rough, so careless. It makes your head spin a little.
“Babe” you try to center him, your fingers winding into his hair and pulling it from the little knot it’d been tamed into for the night. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too occupied.
He nips roughly at your stomach, his teeth sinking into the flesh and you gasp in shock.
“I love your tummy. I can’t wait til’ it’s filled with my babies one day. Isn’t that what you want, for me to fill you up?”
Oh shit, he’s never talked about things like this with you before. Sure, you’d both mention kids briefly but never anything this deep. You don’t know what to say, your words get caught in your throat.
Your brain is swimming with thoughts of little Bucky’s running around when his hands go to your knees and wrench then open. As far as your pelvis will allow them to stretch. It’s a little painful, the muscles scream in protest and you try to close your legs but he doesn’t let you.
“Buck-”
“I fucking love the smell of your pussy” he interrupts you as he presses his face into your your pajama shorts covered core, nose first. You shiver at the contact. “I love the way the room smells after I fuck you. You remember how I came into your office the other day and fingered you?”
You nod, but then remember he can’t see you cause he’s buried under the covers and croak out a “yeah”
“I couldn’t stop smelling my fingers all day. Even after I sucked you off of them, I could still smell you all day long” your stomach tightens at his drunken words, at the image of him descretly bringing his fingers to his nose through out that day. Your too busy day dreaming, when he licks a fat wet stripe up the inseam of your shorts
Your eyes shut tightly and you bite your bottom lip.
He does you dirty, licking you from outside your shorts til the material is sopping wet from both his saliva and your juices. All you want is his mouth on your clit and he won’t give it you you.
“Bucky please”
“Please what, pretty girl? Please fuck you with my tongue?” You huff, frustrated and give the roots of his hair a quick, firm tug.
“Don’t be mean to me!”
He chuckles directly into your core and the vibrations shoot electricity through your thighs
“You’re such a brat” he chastises adoringly before he tugs your shirts off your legs, roughly, moving your body around at his will like a sack of potatoes. You’re about to tell him off for it when he connects his mouth to you, his lips sucking your labia. Hard.
You sigh and throw your head back into the pillows.
Drunk Bucky is a pussy eating champ. He literally devours you, with a vigor you’d never experienced from him before. He’s burying his face in you, and you know the whole lower half of it has to be drenched. He uses a lot more teeth too, and you literally think he’s trying to eat you. It’s such an intensely odd sight- or lack there of. He’s still buried burried under the duvet, which shakes and rises with his movements.
“Baby” you squeal, your chest rising and falling with labored pants as his face moves quickly from side to side, the squelching wet sound it makes is driving you insane. Your fingers are threaded in his hair holding tight, but letting him have the reigns.
The sounds your making, the desperate little cries urge him on and he uses one hand to whip the blanket off of him, hating the depression it brings. Needing to see what he was doing you you. He gazes up as he noses your clit. Past the curve of your stomach to your pillow like breasts that are straining through the thin camisole you have on to your face. Your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is agape, your lips stretched as you make sounds that sound almost ceremonial.
“Look at me” it’s half way between a command and a plea and your eyes crack open into dazed slits as you rivet down to him.
Now there’s a sight. James Buchanan Barnes head is cradled between your large thighs, his bright eyes are staring up at you as his tongue laps at your clit.
You sob. Literally and one of your hands go to pinch at your over sensitive nipples as the other goes to stroke his wild dark locks tenderly.
It’s a surreal moment, with the pleasure that he’s overwhelming you with and the way it seems to stop time-
“Oh fuck” you whine as it all becomes too much and your stomach knots painfully, every muscle in your body seems to strain and you buck wildly into his mouth, to which he responds by wrapping his arms around your thighs. Attempting to hold you steady.
When you cum, you swear you think you black out. Your ears blow and your eyes go blurry and unfocused-fuck even your pussy goes numb for a second; even though you can feel the movement of his head between your legs as he continues to eat away, it feels hollow.
“I fucking love you, I love you so much” Bucky mumbles inside of you. Your thick thighs clamp vice like around his head and he allows it, loving the way you drown out the rest of the world for him.
When you come back down, when your body regains sensation your instantly pushing him away, your hips retreating desperately as you try to get away from his lashing tongue and it’s assault to your overstimulated clit.
“James please” you cry, pulling his hair “Bucky, stop, it hurts”
That gets him, and even though he’s dying to keep going he pulls his mouth away. Giving each of your quivering inner thighs a sloppy kiss before he climbs off of you.
You still look a little hazy and blessed out, even as your chest starts to settle and your heart beat stops skipping. That was the the BEST head you had ever received, and Bucky had gone down on you dozens of time before.
“You okay, YN?” He questions as he trails a finger deli story down your hairline because you still haven’t spoken and your mouth is still hanging open. His inherited brain jumps from worst case scenario to the next. Shit, he had really hurt you. He’d lost control between your legs- “Baby look at me, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”
The panicked laced voice he gives you makes your eyes snap to his “Hey, no, I’m okay. I’m better then okay, Bucky, Jesus Christ- that was amazing”
You coo as you roll closer to him, rubbing his arm in reassurance. Bucky looks- fuck he looks like a dream. Which his swollen mouth and his hair that’s sticking up in all directions from your hands. His chin gleams with your juices, and it makes your mouth salivate.
You press your lips againts his, you can feel him smile into the kiss as you lick at his lips that are coated with your flavor.
“Mmm, remind me to let you drink with Thor more often” you separate from him and rest your head on his broad chest.
It’s serene for a moment, you reveling in the shocks of post orgasmic afterglow and him-spinning, the Asgardian mead messing with his senses before he shoves you off of him and rushes to the bathroom.
“Bucky?!”
The sounds of vicious retching fills your ears as he vomits and you shake your head, sliding on your shorts and going to hold your super soldier boyfriends hair.
You grin even though you know you shouldn’t, he’s going to have one hell of a hangover.
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Welp- it is 100 PERCENT CANNON in my head that Bucky loves eating pussy and drunk Bucky? He’s a whole other breed. I’m going to be writing a few more of these Christmas smuts over the next couple of months so keep an eye out for them! Leave me some feedback! And reblog so all the other freaky, Christmas lovers can feel the cheer!
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5000 Question Survey Pt. 23
2101. Are you an optimist? i like to think so 2102. If you were in the Breakfast Club, which character would you be? judd nelson 2103. Who do you have no respect for? arrogant or rude people 2104. Is the plural form of cactus cactuses or cactii? cactii Is the plural form of penis penises or penii? penises. 2105. What does your favorite coffee mug look like? it has a chick on it and says biker above it (biker chic)
2106. Have you ever gotten hurt at a concert? some guy elbowed me in the face but it wasn’t that bad
2107. What age do you think it is most difficult to be? early adulthood since youre just figuring everything out and you probably dont have a good job and can hardly pay for bills and all these new responsibilities
2108. Do you like to be considered weird or different? i don’t really care either way 2109. Do you think you could handle a day in jail? nope 2110. Is your body an amusement park? what? 2111. Are dj’s obsolete? not necessarily 2112. What is the best liquid in existence? water. 2113. What is turning out better than expected? life??? lol 2114. Who is the most overbearing person you know? my boyfriend’s mother honestly lol 2115. Who does it surprise you that you are close to? idk 2116. Apparently Eminem got booed at the MTV music video awards because he was making fun of Moby onstage. What do you think of this? doesn’t affect me 2117. Close your eyes. What do you see? nothing? lol 2118. What’s the best Van Halen song? idk any off the top of my head 2119. What do you picture when you hear the word “Puritans?” i honestly don’t picture anything 2120. Have you ever been on a trampoline? yes, but it’s been a while. 2121. What do you use batteries for the most often? camera 2122. What do you find thrilling? when i’m on the motorcycle with jack and he goes really, really fast 2123. Porch swing. Sunrise. What else could you ask for? a drink. 2124. Do you like William Shatner’s cover of Mr Tambourine Man? never heard it. 2125. Where’s the sexiest place to have a piercing? i always thought lip piercings were sexy but now i’m really into nose piercings but only on women tbh 2126. Do you get panic attacks? yes 2127. How long does getting dressed to go to a club take you? the same amount of time it takes me to get dressed in the morning for work lol no more than 10 mins. 2128. What is Adam Ant’s best song? idk 2129. Does your body need improvement or is it just fine? it needs improvement but i’m not unhappy with it 2130. Does watching MTV or reading beauty magazines make you feel bad about yourself? i don’t do those things but nah i don’t think they would 2132. What is the most romantic movie ever? i used to think the notebook, but i don’t know lol 2133. Do you think that woman are treated as second class citizens of this world? yes. 2134. What would you do if you were at a dance club with your significant other and he or she got into a fistfight with someone? first of all, jack wouldn’t do that (i hope) second, i would intervene and not let him make a fool of himself 2135. Has anyplace ever asked you to leave? no. 2136. Have you ever been openly kicked out? no. 2137. Are you permanently banned from anywhere? no. 2138. Who is your favorite movie director? i don’t care about that kind of stuff 2139. What topic do you hate to talk about? politics. 2140. Are you looking forward to the remake of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate factory or do you think it could never be as good as the original? it’s been done & i didn’t like it that much at all 2141. Do you enjoy the band Ministry? idk who that is 2142. What is your coziest article of clothing? this humane society sweater i have, i love it sm 2143. What is your favorite word to say? shit 2144. Does your name and your signifigant other’s name feel like one word to you? nah 2145. Do you like the band the Buzzcocks? idk them. 2146. Can you tell when other people are lying? sometimes 2147. Do you like to wear glitter? i would on my eyelids if i had some but that’s about it. 2148. Would you prefer to wrap your own presents or have them all giftwrapped? i am awful at wrapping presents so i wouldnt mind getting them giftwrapped 2149. Where do you go when you want to meet new people? i don’t meet new people on purpose lol 2150. What is the best first sentence to a book, in your opinion? one of the john green books ad a really good beginning but i cant remember which one it was 2151. Should fun or safety come first? safety. 2152. Does mind over matter work for you? sometimes. 2153. What’s the most weight you ever lost in one year? i don’t even want to think about it 2154. What are your feelings about punk and goth? i think they’re cool 2155. Did you ever write something when you were high and then looked at it sober and realized that it was nonsense? probably 2156. How often do you shave: (guys) your face? (girls) your legs? in the winter, almost never. but in the summer maybe once a week (girls) under your arms? every week. 2157. What word do you often hear people misuse? idk. 2158. Have you ever used somebody? not that i remember 2159. Are you paranoid? sometimes 2160. What is the best music video of all time? i like some shinedown videos and five finger death punch videos 2161. How many Shakespeare plays have you read all the way through? hamlet, romeo and juliet 2162. What was the deepest religious or spiritual experience you’ve ever had? i thought i saw a ghost once at church if that counts 2163. What is it like to be you today? not that exciting 2164. Do you like to play games? i love to 2165. Have you made any good friends on this diary site? no. 2166. Have you met anyone from open diary? no. 2167. What have you done lately that gave everyone something to talk about? getting drunk and crying over a video game 2168. Do you get along with people who annoy you, disagree with you, dislike you, and hate you? no, why would i? 2169. When you ask for something do you make a request or a demand? request, unless it’s of utmost importance 2170. Who are you a bad influence on? i don’t think anyone 2171. Who are you a good influence on? hopefully my friends. 2172. Who is on your Christmas list this year? just my boyfriend, my family and i adopt a family now so we don’t buy each other presents just presents for people who cannot afford a christmas 2173. How many other people do you know of that are doing this survey? no one that i know 2174. Have you ever intentionally had a one night stand? never had one period. 2175. Do you tend to get car sick? nope 2176. What is the legnth of your hair? very short, buzzed on one side 2177. Do you like to listen to techno music? i don’t mind it 2178. Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color? red, purple, blue 2179. What do you think of these diary names? Oculto: suffer victim: With A Purpose: Almost_Famous: In.The.Name.Of.Lust: The Phallic Stapler: <*>SeXyCandace<*>: dont care. 2180. What do you think of these entry titles? Lesbians … as far as the eye can see: Why Avril Lavigne sucks: Call On Jesus: Buddha-licious: WeLCome To The JungLe!: Geektastic: Should i get an abortion?: 2181. What do you find beautiful in an atypical way? idk. 2182. What would you PHYSICALLY fight someone over? i don’t know 2183. What was the last thing you were invited to? a wedding 2184. What do you like lots of things 2185. Have you ever drank: chartruese? no. absinth? no. but i want to 2186. Do you plan your outfits ahead of time, pick them out the morning of, wear whatever was on the floor, or wear what you slept in? i usually plan them ahead of time but when i get lazy i just put them together when i wake up in the morning 2187. How long have you ever gone without changing your sheets: a really long time honestly lol clothes: no more than a day. underwear: 2 days max toothbrush: usually monthly but it’s been a couple months and i need a new one 2189. What item should not be shared? condoms? lol 2190. How do you keep control of your temper? breathing deeply before i start talking to someone 2191. If you could gain all of your dreams by giving a family member (little brother) to the goblin king who would turn him into a goblin, would you? yes, my brother lol 2192. Do you like to listen to Duran Duran? i don’t mind it 2193. Do you ever feel the need for MORE than life has to offer? ehh sometimes 2194. What is your favorite children’s story? love you forever 2195. Do you think that adult books should have more pictures? nah 2196. What was your all time low? in high school 2197. Do you make up songs and sing them to yourself when you’re alone? when i’m bored or when i’m cleaning 2198. Do you like to listen to the Smashing Pumpkins? they’re good 2199. Do you see the expression of emotion as weakness? not at all. 2200. Are you prepared in case of chemical, biological and nuclear attacks? not even close lol
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Take me to church pt3
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>>> Part one Part two <<< Is where you can catch up
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A month has gone by, you gave your notice at the news paper in New York and decided to stay home for good. You decided to try the freelance journalism and that has been working really great for you. Taking pictures on the other hand has been making you pretty busy and making money here and there for freelance photography.
After editing a few photos is when you noticed you were out of photo paper and needed to head out to buy some. While getting ready and looking for the keys only to realize mom has it. You took out your phone and called the auto shop. With one ring someone picks up the phone with a greeting.
“Lowell: Good afternoon Teller Morrow auto shop?
You: Hey its y/n, is my mom around?
Lowell: Yeah, one sec”
He puts you on hold while you wait for her to pick up the phone and finally soon after she does.
“Gemma: Hi baby, what ya need?
You: I need a ride to get some photo papers
Gemma: I cant take you, Im sorry. I have tons of paper work to do and Jax is off doing some club related business with your dad.
You: Chibs?
Gemma: He went to do a pick up for the shop. Hang on”
“Op, are you busy?” Gemma asks while covering the phone mouth piece with her hand
“No, Im just taking a break. Why?” He asks from the door
“Can you give y/n a ride to the store? She needs to pick up a few things” She asks in hopes he will agree to it.
“Sure. I’ve been wanting to hang out with her. Tell her Im on my way” He replies and walking out of the garage to his bike and drove off.
“Thank you and I will let her know” She says and places the ear piece of the phone back to her.
“Gemma: I found you a ride. Opie is on his way
You: Thanks mom. I’ll see you later
Gemma: No problem baby. See you after work”
You get off the phone with your mom to head outside and wait for Opie. You locked the door and sat on the front steps of the house, you hear a familiar roar of a motor bike and got up to meet Opie in the drive way. He pulls up into the drive way, he smiles to you while handing you a helmet and get on the bike while he backs out of the drive way and drives to the store.
“What exactly are you getting anyway?” Opie asks once we stop in front of the store
“I need photo paper, ink and a couple more memory cards for my camera” You reply while you lead the both of you into the store
“How is it working freelance?” He asks as he follows you through the aisles
“Its going good, even though it can be slow but still counts as work and make some what good money” You reply while placing the paper into your basket
“You ever think about opening up your own gallery? I know the club has warehouses and big enough for an art gallery” He suggests while looking at the items on the shelves
“Thats not a bad idea. I mean I have always wanted my own gallery for as long as I could remember” You reply while finishing getting the items you really needed and go to the till to pay for your things.
“If you want, I can talk to your dad about lending you the space and the rest of the guys. Im sure they wont mind” He says while helping you with your bag.
“I think I can handle my dad. You can talk to the other guys though and they would probably take it to chapel and vote or whatever. Since its the clubs warehouse” You say while walking out of the store.
You heard someone calling your name and the voice sounded familiar. Your heart stopped once that voice came over you, numbness all over your body and you look to Opie who just rolls his eyes once he sees who it is.
“I’ll wait by the bike” Opie says and leans against his bike
You nod and turn to the person who is standing not far from you. You see his baby blue eyes, he is in full uniform and a slight smile breaks on his face.
“When did you get home? How long have you been in Charming?” He asks only keeping his eyes on you.
“I have been home for a while” You answer him simply
“Welcome back home is in order then” He says never breaking his gaze away
“Uniform suits you. After how many years of talking about working for Charming PD” You asking breaking the awkward silence, well more awkward for you.
“Yeah, Deputy Chief and love what I do” He says with a wide smile
“Well I better go. I dont want to keep Opie any longer then I have. Uh it was nice seeing you” You say rather quickly and walk towards Opie and his bike.
“Can I see you again? Coffee?” He asks ignoring Opies glare
“I dont think that would be a good idea” You answer as Opie starts his bike and drives away back to your parents place.
Once he pulls into the drive way, stops his bike and you lead the way to the front door. Both of you get into the kitchen as he sets your things on the table.
“Wow, its been so long since I have been on a bike” You say to distract yourself from doing anything stupid. Such as calling David to come over and getting wrapped in each others limbs along with the sheets.
“You alright? I know it wasnt easy leaving but firsts always count for something” He asks leaning against the counter.
“Its never easy seeing them is it?” You ask in a hushed tone as your hand combs back your hair
Opie shakes his head while he gives you a sad smile. You were glad he was with you when David came walking up. If it were your brother then it would have been a different story.
“Do you still have feelings for the guy?” He asks and sits himself at the table with you.
“Honestly, yes I do. On the other hand, I love the club more and I understand why my parents tried keeping us apart. My feelings arent enough to get back with him though” You answer him honestly while it hurt to admit the truth
“I love you as my own sister. On one hand I am glad you aren’t considering of getting back with him but on the other you deserve a good guy and to be happy. I saw what he brought to you and remember it well. Whatever you decide, just remember think about what your going to do. Its not just your dad but its also your brother. Me included” Opie says while he gets up and kisses the top of your head.
“I got to get going, I’ll check in with you later and dont forget our talk” He says as he takes one last look to you and walks out the door.
One damn little chat and you were so damn conflicted on what to do. For sure you couldnt go back to the old ways because he is officially a law man and that wasnt going to be good for the club. Then Chibs came to mind, his gorgeous brown eyes, his sexy deep voice that goes perfectly well with that Scottish accent and then the phone rings.
“Stupid girl” You muttered about yourself as you got up the answer the home phone
“You: Hello
Someone: Y/n?
You: David?
Someone: Yeah, its me
You: Why are you calling me?
David: After all these years, your parents still have the same number?
You: What do you want David?
David: I want to see you again. Not just a few seconds but over coffee
You: I dont know if that should be a good idea
David: Why not? Dont tell me your parents are keeping you from seeing me
You: No, its not that. I just have work to do and Im really busy
David: You cant take the time away from work just to go for coffee?
You: No, I have pictures to edit and I have to set a few things up. I have unfinished articles to complete for certain magazines
David: Well when you arent so busy, maybe we can go for coffee or even dinner
You: Maybe. In the mean time I got to get going, my work isnt going to finish itself
David: Alright, talk to you soon”
When you hung up the phone is when you heard someone pull into the drive way along with a bike. You looked at the time and didnt even realize the work day for your parents was done. Well for the auto shop anyways
“Hey mom, daddy” You greet your parents as you sit at the table
“Hey baby girl” Clay says as he enters the kitchen and places the bag of groceries on the counter.
“Hi baby” Gemma says as she passes you and gives you a kiss to your forehead
“Something was brought to my and the clubs attention at church today” Dad says while mom stops what she is doing
“Well?” You ask in hopes it would be ok
“Well what? What was talked about in church?” Mom
“Our very own daughter would like to open up her own art gallery and a studio where she can take pictures and display them” Dad says while looking to his wife
Mom looks incredibly excited and happy that you would want to open up your own business.
“Really, you want something like this?” Mom asks in complete excitement
“Yeah, its something I’ve always wanted and I love photography mom” You tell her with a wide smile as she comes closer to hug you.
The both of you look to Clay in hopes he has good news for you. If it would be a yes then you would start getting to work on getting everything ready.
“When do you want to go warehouse shopping?” He asks with a wide smile
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” You yell in pure happiness once he gives you the good news that you will be having your own business and if it goes well then you can have your own company
“Opie brought it up. He talked about how he suggested it, you always wanted one and Charming would benefit from the gallery” Dad says while you thank Opie over and over again.
“Thank you so much daddy” You get up to hug your father
He hugged you right back and hugged very tightly.
“Do you have everything you need for the gallery?” Mom asks with a wide smile on her face
“Yeah but I would need to get projectors for the digital displays along with the white sheets” You answer her still tucked underneath your dads arm
For the past few weeks you have been really busy putting everything together at the warehouse. A few guys from the club have helped with the heavy lifting and you were more grateful for their help. That was one of the ways you were able to spend more time with Chibs. You would stay late at night to place everything together and he would also stay behind and help you.
You gave him a camera to take pictures with. As he took them, they uploaded to the projector and the pictures he took displayed on the sheets you have placed around the warehouse. He takes a few pictures of you while you werent looking and they displayed as well.
“This one is my favourite” He says while selecting the picture and once he was done. The picture displayed on all four sheets.
It was a picture of you setting up your computer to the settings for the projectors that were hooked up to four different cameras.
“Ye look focused, determined and tired” He says while you look to the display as well
“Not bad Chibby. Maybe you can be my prodigy” You say with a proud smile on your face
“Nah, I leave the picture taking to ye” He says looking away from you and looks at the display.
You hit the print icon on the computer and an 8 x 10 printed out. You walked to the printer and got the photo. You walked towards Chibs and gave him the picture.
“Here, you can have this. Also keep the camera and take whatever pictures. Ill use them for the displays throughout the warehouse and dont worry I will give you full credit” You tell him as he takes the photo from your hands
“Nah, Im going to break yer camera” He says giving you the camera
“Im not taking no for an answer Chibs. I want to see what you see everyday. I want you to capture everyday living from your perspective” You tell him while placing the camera back in his hands and holding them while you tell him what you want from him.
“Ye are just like yer ma ye know that” He says while looking to you.
“I know” You say while smiling to him and walking away from him
“Its pretty late and think we should get going” You say while putting on your jacket and getting your things together.
“Ye need a ride?” He asks as he watches you gather your things
“Yes please” You answer him and the both of you walk out
You get on his bike as he hands you a helmet. Once the both of you drive away from your gallery, you enjoy the ride home and once the house gets near. You didnt want the ride to end, as he pulls into your parents drive way and get off his bike. You turn to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, again” You tell him and walk to the front door to unlock it and walk into the house.
Chibs had to contain himself from giving you a full kiss, he needed to contain himself all together because you are his presidents daughter, his vice presidents sister and Gemma’s baby. He didnt know how he would explain himself if he ever started something with you or he didnt know how to explain his feelings for you to anyone.
You leaned against the door once you got inside, the lights came one and it was your dad.
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I Remember You
(Not my image…)
So this is a re-edit of an old imagine I had! I added some stuff, took some stuff out, all that jazz. I hope you all like it! Please leave me feedback! x
Word count: 3099
Warnings: Memory loss, car accident
Enjoy, my dears!
It had been two months since you had last seem Liam, as he had been doing some promotional tours with the other boys. They were launching another One Direction perfume, which meant he had to be gone for weeks on end to get the word out there and shoot commercials and what not. You couldn’t wait to have him back; your decently sized apartment had started to feel like the walls were closing in on you. You were tired of being alone, the only interaction lately having been hearing his voice on the phone, or FaceTiming with your mom. It was winter break, so you didn’t have to be at Uni for your classes, which meant lounging around and texting Liam most days.
At Liam’s suggestion, you went down to the local animal shelter and adopted a dog. He thought the companionship while he was away was just what you needed, and he was right. The dog, a grey pit-bull named Bruno, and yourself had become fast friends, and it seemed that if you weren’t going for walks around the neighborhood, or cooking something in the kitchen, he was curled up in a little ball laying next to you in bed or on the couch. You couldn’t wait for Liam to come home and meet your newest addition.
That morning, you had received an excited phone call from Liam; it was afternoon where he was, but early morning for you, so it took a minute for his words to actually make sense, but after they did, the squeals that escaped your lips alarmed Bruno. The promotional tour had ended earlier than expected and Liam was coming home! After getting off the phone, you laid there, a smile on your lips, thinking about all the things you wanted to do with him once he got home. But most of all, you just wanted his long, muscular arms wrapped around you in that blanket of warmth and protection you loved so much.
~The next day~
You stand outside the building, waiting for the van to arrive bringing the boys back home. You wore your hair down, hoping it would hide your face a little, as it was public knowledge that Liam and you were dating, and you weren’t really interested in anything other than Liam at that moment.
You look down at your phone as it chirps, an, “Almost there! xx” text popping up on your phone, and you smile, stepping forward a little. Unintentionally, you bump in to a girl who was waiting there for the van as well, presumably, and you quickly apologize. The girl looks up at you, and immediately recognizes who you are. She started asking you a lot of questions about your relationship, when the boys were going to be there, etc., but you don’t really answer any of them. You weren’t rude; you were kind, but you also just wanted to see Liam, not be interrogated. She gets mad and stalks off, to which you just shrug and look back at your phone, timing the last text and the current time, thinking he should be there any moment.
All of a sudden, there is a screech of a set of tires, and you look up excitedly, a large smile visible on your face, but in stead of the familiar van, there is a little red car racing your way, the face of the girl who you bumped in to driving the car. You feet feel like cement, and before you are able to hurl yourself out of the way, you feel the car collide with your body. The last thing you remember is landing on the ground, a scream escaping your lips, and then darkness.
~A Week Later~
A beeping noise vibrates off the wall in the room, and you wake groggily, placing your hand on your head to try and ease yourself out of your sleep. Opening your eyes, you look around beige-colored room to see it filled with people, people you didn’t recognize. Some were sitting on the floor, others asleep in uncomfortable-looking positions on random pieces of furniture.
“She’s awake!” You hear a thick, Irish-accented boy say excitedly and instantly the room is alive with chatter, the spaces around your bed becoming quickly inhabited.
“Y/N,” A tall boy with auburn hair says soothingly, staring down at you, hope in his eyes, “Y/N, please, can you hear me?”
You look at him confused, not recollecting who he is. Why were all these people here? And why were you here? And why the hell do all of them have accents?
“Where am I?” You look around, from face to face, trying to find some sort of familiarity in one of them. “W-Who are you?” You ask, dazed, your eyes closing as your hand find it way back to your forehead, trying to steady some of the dizziness you were feeling.
The same boy looks at you, shaking his head, a little taken-aback. “I-It’s Liam, Y/N. Please tell me you remember me,” his voice starts to break, his hand reaching out for you other hand in your lap.
You pull your hand away from his, hugging yourself, you knees finding their way to your chest and you whisper, “Get out. All of you. Just please, get out.”
“What? Y/N, you know us.” A tall, curly haired boy asks as everyone in the room stares at you, baffled by your reaction to them.
A little louder, you say, “Get out! I don’t know who any of you are!” Your fists slam down on the bed, your head pounding like a drum. Your voice gets louder, “Why are you here? Who are you? You am I? Why am I here?” Your questions start to flood your mind, and the more you scream, the more you find your body thrashing around in the bed.
Suddenly there are multiple people at the entrance to the room. They all look like nurses, and the one that seems to be in charge looks around the room, assessing the situation quickly, before saying, “I think its time you all leave. Y/N needs some space; she’s just very confused.”
Liam looks at you, hurt, but grabs his jacket, slowly exciting the room as the last tenant, looking back at you once before he disappears.
You curl into a ball on the side of your bed, turning your back from the nurse, violent sobs wracking through your body. What is going on? You can’t remember anything; nothing at all. What your name is, where you’re from, nothing. It’s like your mind was a chalkboard, but all of the notes had been erased.
You sob uncontrollably, completely lost in your bewilderment. The nurse comes over and gently tries to soothe you, but as if your body was not your own, you whip around, accidentally hitting her. She stubbles backwards, but as if she expected that to happen, she grabs something off the cart, a sad expression on her face. “Leave me alone! Just get away from me!” you scream, thrashing about even more. You feel your body becoming weak, the pounding in your head making your stomach flip with nausea, and suddenly, as the nurse inserts a clear liquid in to your I.V., you feel your body start to relax, your eyes become heavy, and then the world was black, just like your memory.
~Two Weeks Later~
Your parents flew from the States to London to be with you. They were always afraid of you going to school in a country so far away, but it had been your dream to attend University in London, and that you achieved. This is what they were afraid of: you being hurt and them not being able to get to you.
But as they entered the room, their faces sad, you cant help but question who they really are. Are they really your parents? People that you had known your whole life should trigger some sort of familiarity…but they don’t. They aren’t familiar at all, even as they try to revive your memory, telling you stories about when you were younger. Like when your father and yourself entered a fishing competition when you were four and you caught the largest fish and won a bike, your mother showing you a tattoo of a fish on her foot in commemoration. Or how you had been dating a tall, auburn-hair boy named Liam for almost a year, and how he came home for Thanksgiving with you last year and almost burned the turkey. Unfortunately, you didn’t remember any of it.
You just sit there, your eyes roaming from one of them to the other as they talked, subconsciously listening to them as you try to remember something, anything.
Eventually the doctor comes in, and you exhale in relief, knowing that for a moment you wouldn’t have to listen to these people trying to convince you of things you had no recollection of. He checks your paperwork, your vitals; he runs some tests on you, like tracking and eye motion, and then tells you that you are free to go.
Your parents leave the room, allowing you to change in clothes that Liam had brought to the hospital for you. Upon finishing, you slowly walk out of the hospital room, tears flooding your eyes as you leave the only place you have ever known, the only place that is the least bit familiar. Your parents meet you and there is a slow procession to the car.
Eventually the vehicle pulls up to a tall apartment building with a light pink front door, flower boxes outside the windows, various flowers and plants cascading out of them. It was like it was a picture taken out of a magazine. You slowly step out of the car, looking around at the peaceful suburban neighborhood in which you have no memory of.
You’re guided through the front door and into a decent sized apartment. You are met instantly by a dog, a dog you didn’t recognize, and even though he was just another example of your lost memory, you instantly found comfort in him. You father jumped in front of you, thinking it might be too much to have this dog all over you, but you drop down to your knees, allowing him to go around your father and you envelope him in your arms.
Eventually you stand and look around the quaint apartment, seeing pictures hanging all over the walls. It was like a wall in a gallery covered in frame filled with people who looked happy. You slowly walk up to them, recognizing yourself in some of them with the boy they call Liam. You both look so happy, engulfed in each other’s arms, smiling doe-eyed at the camera. There’s one where you’re at a carnival, your arms in the air and a look of excitement on your face as Liam hands you a stuffed bear he had just won at a quarter tent. You see pictures of you and the other boys that were in the room when you woke up, the curly haired one, the blonde Irish one, the one with the anchor tattoo and the tall, darker-skinned one. You all look so happy, and you are suddenly angered because you cant remember it; any of it. How could you have been so happy yet remember none of it?
You run up the stairs, the dog following close at your heels, and you look around frantically for an escape, a room that you can just cuddle into and forget your troubles. You fumble with the doorknobs, opening the first door you come to, and rush inside, slamming the door hard, locking it. You throw yourself on to the bed, your head hiding in a pillow and sob. The dog whines and you look up, him placing a couple licks to your face to try and sooth you.
There is a knock on the door a moment later, with a voice that sounds like your mothers. “Y/N, baby, please. Open up.” You hear her plead, but you don’t answer, and instead bury your face in the neck of the dog and cry further, muffling the noises so she can’t hear.
Eventually she leaves, and you wake up groggy from an uncomfortable sleep. You slowly rise, looking in the mirror. You stare back at yourself in contempt as you fix your hair and wipe away from tear tracks from your cheeks. You slowly walk over to the door, unlocking it, and find your way to the kitchen, which is right at the bottle of the stairs. Your father is sitting at the table, a newspaper laid across the table. When he sees you, he stands, but instead of walking towards you, he stays in his spot, afraid that you will be alarmed and run off again if he tries to embrace you.
“Y/N. A-are you hungry?” He asks, eyes downcast, apparent stress and sadness in them. You nod slowly, and sit at the table, anxiously waiting for him to return with food. When he places a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of you, you eat quickly, forgetting how hungry you truly were. When you finish, you look up at him, and he chuckles, having watched you. You look down, blushing, and smile slightly, shaking your head.
“Would you like some more?” You hear an accented-voice ask, and you look up to see Liam, standing in the corner of the kitchen, in front of what seems to be the back door. His eyes are puffy, his hair a mess, and it seems like he hasn’t slept in awhile.
You nod, looking down, and he comes and retrieves your bowl. As he fills the bowl, your father nods at Liam, slowly standing. He kneels down beside you, and whispers, “I know you don’t remember me, Y/N, but I love you, so very much. Eventually, you will remember. J-Just give us a chance.” He stands upright, placing a small kiss on your forehead, and you smile slightly, nodding.
Liam puts the bowl in front of you and sits where your father did. You pull the bowl towards you, eating slowly this time. You look out of the corner of your eyes at him while you eat, and he stares in to his lap, nervously wiggling his fingers round and round themselves. You eat half of the contents of the bowl, and then place your fork down, running your hand across your face sleepily.
“It was your favorite,” he whispers, still looking down. “I made it for when you woke up.”
“I can see why,” you whisper, looking over at him, “That was-“ you pause slightly, finishing, “That was sweet of you.”
“I-I’m sorry, Liam…for the way I reacted. I was confused” You tear up, “I still am. I don’t know who I am. None of this looks familiar,” you look around the room, and then back down at your lap. You cry now, not holding back the tears any longer. “I don’t remember you. I don’t remember anyone; no matter how hard I try. We looked so-so happy. And now here I am, and I’m tearing this apart.”
He slowly reaches his hand up, taking yours in his. At his touch, you jump slightly, the warmth in his grip sending a bolt of energy through you. And suddenly, you remember sand, lots of sand. And your feet tangled with another’s on a blanket in that sand. You remember water, a beach, and then you remember Liam. You remember sitting there on the blanket, laughing as the boy with the anchor tattoo (Louis? Is that his name?) tries to do a cartwheel, the Irish one falling on his bum laughing.
“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/N,” your memory is interrupted, and you lock eye contact with him, “I’ll make you remember.” He looks at you intensely, as if willing you to believe so, and you nod.
Eventually you look up at him, still finding comfort in his hand in yours. “Liam …” You state.
“Hm?” He mumbled, his eyebrows arching.
“Did we…did we ever go to a beach?” You ask, looking up at him.
Nodding, he replies, “We did. We went all the time. You, the boys and I. We spent so much time there…” He trails off, smiling, recollecting.
“Could you take me?” You whisper eventually, hoping that he would say yes.
He looks up at you, a small smile forming at the corners of this mouth, and stands, pulling you to your feet. You both walk towards the front door, and he takes a coat off the rack for you, holding it out for you to slide your arms in to.
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Stepping out onto the cool sand, you’re suddenly hit with a lifetime of memories, and you stumbled slightly, overwhelmed with the sudden remembrance; remembrance of everything. You recall running away from Liam, giggling, as he chases you with a water gun in the middle of the summer. You remember sitting around a fire, your toes buried in the sand, humming softly as Niall sings some song he’s made up on the fly. You recollect roasting hot dogs on an open fire, swimming in the ocean, entangled in Liam’s grasp. You remember. You remember all of it.
Liam comes around to help you out of the car, as you look at him, a large smile plastered on your face.
“Y/N? What?” He asks, smiling.
You grab his hand, pulling him towards a certain place towards the edge of the sand-line. “Liam.” You smile, “Remember that huge bonfire Harry and I built? Right about here? It was so big you could see it for miles,” your arms extended and you spun in a circle, and then stopped, staring at him, smiling.
Nodding, he replies, “Yeah, I do.” He laughs. “And when Nia-“ His face suddenly contorts, and he cocks his head to the side. He looks at you, flabbergasted, and stumbles over his words. “Y/N…y-you remember?” He asks, barely audible, scared that if he asks it too loud it wont be true.
“I don’t know how it happened.” You whisper. “I didn’t remember a thing, nothing. A-and then I stepped out of the car, and put my feet in the sand, and suddenly I do. I’m swarmed with all of the memories; every moment we’ve ever spent together, here and away. I remember all of it. The bonfires. The songs. The water. Everything Liam” You laugh, shaking your head, and lean forward, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I remember you.”
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